#hunter x GN!reader

[dangraccoon]

Hi! I can't remember if I actually submitted an ask for your Roll for Request event. I know I saved your post and did the rolls, but I don't remember passing them on to you.

If I already submitted this, then feel free to ignore me!

Here's what I rolled:

2 - Hunter (I swear I didn't cheat)

8 - “Please, don’t argue. You have to leave right now; you aren’t safe here.”

5 - Fluff

As far as anything else, I leave it up to your imagination (because I have none, haha.)

Thanks!

Carol (@clonethirstingisreal)

Double Agent

Hunter x gn!reader (they/them pronouns, no other description)

Author's Note: Thanks for letting me reroll the prompt a little! I hope you like how it turned out!

Warnings: jealousy, tiny bit of protective!Hunter, Omega is a Little Shit, but like in an endearing way, love confessions, first kiss

Mando'a Guide: mesh'la - beautiful

It was another beautiful day in Pabu. The sun was bright and warm, moonyos were chittering as they ran across the paths, and Hunter stood against a wall, scowling at the scene playing out before him.

You were standing, talking to a neighbor excitedly about something he couldn’t make out, but he could see that you were smiling. 

You had adjusted to life in Pabu easier than the rest of them, trusting the people here immediately and wholeheartedly. Sure, the rest of the squad was opening up, too, but there was something nagging at the back of Hunter’s brain every time he watched you make a new acquaintance.

Your laugh caught his attention and he watched as your hand touched the man’s arm, steadying yourself. 

He heard Omega approach from his side. “Hunter?” she questioned, following his line of sight to you.

“Yeah?”

“Is everything okay?”

He briefly glanced down at her. “Yeah, everything is fine.”

Omega nodded, but her curious gaze stuck on him. “You’re doing it again.”

Hunter’s brow furrowed a little more. “What?”

She shrugged. “Echo told me I had to keep an extra eye on you because you do this thing where you stare at them looking all grumpy. He said that you were gonna scare them off.”

Hunter’s gaze finally fully shifted to her. “I don’t do that,” he protested, earning an incredulous look from his sister. 

“Why are you always so angry with them anyway? They’re really nice and funny-”

“I’m not angry,” Hunter interjected with a sigh. “I just think they trust too easily.”

“Oh,” Omega hummed, drawing out the vowel. “So you’re protecting them?”

A vague suspicion tagged at the back of his brain as her tone shifted, but he ignored it as he kept his eyes on you. “Sure.”

“You don’t watch Tech or Wrecker like this,” she pointed out.

Hunter sighed. “They don’t get into trouble as much.”

“Is that the only reason?”

“Omega,” Hunter warned.

“Don’t you trust them?”

“I do, but-”

“I think you like them.”

Hunter all but growled in frustration. “Look, sometimes you have to keep an eye on people you lo– people you care about to make sure that they’re okay.”

“So,” Omega murmured. “You do care about them.”

“Yes.”

“A lot?”

“Ye– they’re part of this squad.”

He wasn’t sure when exactly she had left his side, his attention focused on you as you accompanied the neighbor back through the streets of Pabu.

It had taken quite a bit of practice, but Omega was getting better at evading her brother’s heightened senses. She ducked underneath a wall with flowers growing out of it, whispering your name as you emerged from your new friend’s house.

“Omega?” you chuckled. “What are you doing?”

“Get down here!” she hissed, her tone setting off an alarm in your mind, but her grin soothing it.

You knelt down next to her. “What’s going on?”

“Remember that special mission?” she smiled, excitement permeating the air around her.

You eyed her suspiciously. “Omega-”

“I know you said to drop it,” she explained. “But I think I’ve made some progress!” 

You sighed, running a hand down your face as she continued.

“He only glares at you like that because he’s trying to protect you,” she informed you. “He thinks you get into trouble a lot, so he has to make sure you’re okay. But he said he cares about you a lot.”

You blinked at her, the information still processing.

“Why- why didn’t he come and talk to me himself?” you mumbled.

“Echo said it’s because he’s scared of you,” Omega stated, matter-of-factly. 

You scoffed. “Scared of me? Look at me, ‘Meg; I’m not exactly intimidating.”

“Perhaps not physically,” Tech suddenly appeared at the other side of the wall they were sitting against, startling you. “But given that Hunter has seldom cared for anyone outside of his siblings, it stands to reason that his affection for you feels unfamiliar and therefore, uncomfortable.”

Tech continued on to inform Omega about how she can improve at staying out of Hunter’s awareness as you sat, trying to absorb the information. One phrase hummed through your body on repeat. He cares about you.

As it neared sunset, you found yourself sitting on the edge of the dock, staring out at the horizon.

“Mind if I join you?” Hunter asked. You nodded with a small smile.

He sat next to you, mirroring the way your feet hung over the side. You sat there together in an easy silence, though you could tell he had something to say.

“Did Omega tell you I was here?” you prompted. Maybe you could draw something out of the terse sergeant.

“Uh, yeah,” he hummed. 

“So you came looking for me?”

He nodded, awkwardly sparing a glance towards you.

You smirked. “What can I do for you, Hunter?” 

He felt his body humming with electricity as you said his name. You have no idea the effect you have on me, he thought.

“No? Maybe you could tell me,” you suggested, watching his entire face bloom into a deep red as he realized he’d voiced what he meant to stay in his head. You set a hand gently on his knee, noting the tiny gasp he made. “I have it on pretty good authority that you care about me.”

Hunter swallowed. Omega was so grounded. 

“Perhaps our little double agent didn’t relay information back to you,” you mused. 

“No?” he nearly whispered.

“She told me how you feel, but I don’t think she told you how I feel,” you smiled, feeling your own cheeks warm under his intense gaze. 

Hunter’s mouth felt dry and his heart pounded against his ribcage. “And how do you feel?”

This was it. You had to say it now.

“To put it simply, I’m in love with you, Hunter.”

Time stopped around you, the ocean ceased its ebb and flow, the sun paused where it hung low in the sky. There was no sound but both of your heartbeats as you gazed at one another. Hunter’s mouth was parted in a tiny ‘o’ like he couldn’t believe what you’d just confessed.

Reality snapped back into place around you as he began to smile. He leaned towards you, one hand coming up to cup the side of your face. “I’m in love with you, too, mesh’la.”

Neither of you knew who’d closed the gap first, your lips slotting together in a deep and overdue embrace. He broke the contact first, resting his forehead against yours as he attempted to catch his breath. In this moment, it was just you and Hunter.

Neither of you heard the hoots and hollering of the rest of the squad.

Thanks for reading! - River

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[beanie-beebo-writes]

Living nightmares

TW: Unintentional self-harm, dissociation, PTSD flashbacks, anxiety/panic attacks, sensory overload

Pairings: None but can be implied

Category: Owl House, Reader insert

Note: Meant to be set before the timeskip but after Belos is defeated, but it can also be interpretted as being at the noceda house after the s2 finale. Can be taken in any way, your choice.

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The world was spinning in a blurry dishwasher. When did that start?

"Hunter?"

A voice echoed from somewhere distant. He didn't know where he was, or what happened. It suddenly was hard to breathe.

"Woah, woah okay. Deep breaths, breathe with me."

The voice was close now, albeit still a bit muffled with his ringing ears. It pierced through his hearing suddenly like a flash forward, his vision becoming overly sharp and bright. Hunter squinted and whined softly at the overwhelming array of colors and structures around him, now in full focus.

"Hey, hey." (Y/N) said calmly with a hint of urgency.

Hunter felt a gentle touch on his shoulder, but it made his skin squirm. He gasped out softly and whipped his head to their face. He panted and took it in full excruciating detail. It at least made his lungs feel unblocked again as a wave of calm washed over him. (Y/N) was gazing at him with their sympathetic eyes that held a hint of concern behind them.

"It's okay." They began gently, removing their hand from his shoulder as they sensed his unease.

They held their hand placatingly at a short distance and began to breathe deeply. They were demonstrating how to breathe. Hunter followed almost automatically as his lungs craved oxygen. The deep breaths caused his head to feel airy at first, but (Y/N) continued to gently guide him even as he struggled to keep himself up.. on his hands. When did he get to the floor?

(Y/N) seemed to pick up on his confusion and slightly trembling limbs. "Just focus on breathing right now, nevermind that. Alright?"

They began to count with their fingers in between each deep breath since he couldn't seem to focus. Hunter followed weakly.

They had seen Gus demonstrate this to Hunter in times previous, but they didn't think their own hand would have the same effect as his friend's had before.

A few minutes went by and Hunter seemed to calm down rather quickly. He inhaled deeply and sighed. His limbs felt like lead; he attempted to move to a nearby cabinet with no progress. (Y/N) sensed the issue and swiftly sat him against the lower cabinets before he passed out again.

A beat of silence as they looked worriedly into one another's eyes.

"What.. what happened? Why can't I move?" Hunter asked, his voice creaking from the strain in his throat muscles.

"You had a panic attack I think. Just.. take it easy." (Y/N) said, sitting in front of him on the floor.

"You.. think?" Hunter said, panic seeping into his tone. "I don't.. I don't remember-"

"No no no, don't do that. Trust me." They warned gently.

They seemed to try grounding Hunter by putting a hand cautiously on his knee. He looked at them in confusion, trying to ignore the electricity at their connected limbs.

"Let's not.. go down that route again. That's what got you in this predicament in the first place. No thinking. Take a breather before you cause me to have a crisis too." (Y/N) chuckled nervously.

Hunter nodded and moved his leg onto the floor to rid of the horrible sensation. He's sure whatever happened, they would fill him in later. It seemed he really shook them up, and he didn't want to add to that any more than he already did.

"Alright." Hunter said.

He was happy to sit there for a moment. It's not like he really had a choice, seeing his limbs felt like jelly. But he couldn't help but ponder anyway, and it was clearly evident on his face.

"Hey, you promised." (Y/N) said firmly.

"Sorry, I just can't help it." Hunter said.

(Y/N) sighed and scooted next to him.

"If I tell you, will you promise to try and stay calm? I don't want you hurting yourself."

This worried Hunter. He hurt himself? He looked back to them, guilt written all over his face. He nodded. (Y/N) looked at his expression peculiarly but took a deep breath and continued anyway, shrugging it off for a later question.

"You... were hyperventilating and uh.." They paused, they had to be careful to not set him off again. "Something- something seemed wrong. I tried to snap you out of it, but you.. I don't know."

(Y/N) instantly knew they chose the wrong words when they looked back at Hunter. His eyes looked slightly haunted and he looked down at his hands like he did before he fell unconscious earlier. (Y/N) widened their eyes and hurriedly but gently took his hands into their own. They made sure to be firm in case he seemed to get lost again. Hunter looked up sadly, squirming his hands.

"You okay?" (Y/N) asked worriedly.

"Did I..? Did I hurt you..?" He asked, pulling his hands away.

Hunter looked like a kicked puppy just then, it broke their heart. They suddenly came to the realization of why Hunter looked at them like that before. Now they weren't sure if he was pulling away for self-preservation, or if something else was wrong.

"Hey, of course not. Sorry if I made you assume that. You were just having a rough time, okay? I think you were lost in your... thoughts, is all." (Y/N) said carefully.

"Do you promise? I'll never forgive myself if-"

"No, I promise. I just don't want whatever happened to happen again so I'm intentionally being.. choosy with my words."

This made Hunter calm down a bit. But then there was still one unanswered question.

"Is everything alright? Do you not want to be touched right now?" (Y/N) began.

"What happened? I can take it. Please, my head is spinning here." Hunter begged.

(Y/N) paused for a moment before deciding he deserved the truth, even if they thought he couldn't handle it right now. Their question could wait a moment.

"You were doing the dishes. And I was writing on my computer when you suddenly began to hyperventilate.."

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(Y/N's) project was almost wrapped up. Only a couple more pages and they could send it in to the editor. They stroked the keys gracefully before a loud gasp brought them out of "the zone". They looked over to the noise. Hunter having done the dishes, had his back facing towards (Y/N). All they could see was that he was trembling with his head bent down, he was panting.

(Y/N) worriedly furrowed their brows and stood up slowly from the table to walk over to Hunter.

"..Hunter?" They asked.

No response, they were met with his rapid breathing.

"Hey sweetie, what's wrong? What ha-"

They gently turned Hunter around and froze when they saw the gushing slash on his finger. Fuck. (Y/N) rushed to grab the nearest dry, clean towel, pressing down on the cut that extended from his finger to his palm. Hunter was still panting harshly after a moment; they looked up at him now.

"Hey, it's just a little cut. It'll be okay." They said with a warm smile.

Hunter seemed to look past them, his eyes glazed over. With tears? From being in a memory? (Y/N) couldn't tell. They gently raised a hand to his scarred right cheek.

"Hunter? You with me?"

His eyes seemed to focus on them, but also right through them. Like he wasn't actually seeing (Y/N), but someone else. They didn't like that look in his eyes, it gnawed at them from the inside as if they did something horribly wrong. Hunter started to go pale under his sweat-slicked skin. (Y/N)'s worry grew, and practically skyrocketed, upon seeing his eyes roll back into his head and seeing his knees bucle before their eyes.

"Hunter!" (Y/N) cried out.

They managed to catch him, just barely. His body was limp in their arms before guided down to the cold, linoleum floor

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"You were out for a few minutes. I was close to calling an ambulance or something. When you came to, I had no idea what had happened, not exactly. But then you started hyperventilating again, and I realized it was probably just.. a really bad panic attack or something of the sort. You really gave me quite the scare there." (Y/N) finished.

Hunter blinked. Well that would explain why they were being cautious about the subject. He truly hadn't remembered it. Based on what they were saying though..

"I think it was a flashback." Hunter said.

"What?" They asked worriedly.

"That's the only thing that makes sense. You said you've had them before, right? I remember when you told me about them, and your extensive research on them for your peace of mind, and it seems like that." Hunter said.

"Wait.. you don't.. remember?" (Y/N) asked.

"Remember... what?" Hunter asked.

"What was going on in your head? What you were feeling or what I did? None of it?" They asked, voice laced with concern.

"No, not really. I remember.. clearing my plate and going to the sink. The rest is... black. Blank." He said.

(Y/N) frowned. They recalled their own fits like this as a kid. Well, not by their own account of course, but from loved ones. This was long before they knew what was happening in their small little body. Long before they knew they had experienced trauma, and what it did to a person.

"Then that's exactly what that was, Hunter. I only assume from experience." They said.

"I really don't want to remember... what that was." Hunter said.

"And you don't have to, not right now. But someday.. you will have to face those things whether you want to or not. I know that sounds scary, but you'll always have me. Probably your friends too. You won't have to face them alone." (Y/N) clarified.

Hunter was afraid, but he smiled gently at the thought. But then there was the fact that he probably was in his head, alone.

"But.. you aren't in here with me. Yeah you understand but, at the end of the day it's just me in here. You can't.. you can't be there." Hunter said anxiously.

(Y/N) sighed.

"That might be true. We might be trapped alone in our meatsuits, this little thing we call a cranium. But guess what else? That doesn't mean you're really alone. I will always be within reach. Always." They reassured.

He smiled and (Y/N) took his hand gently.

"Promise." They said.

He noticed his skin wasn't as sensitive for a moment, he rejoiced in not feeling like he was being struck by lightning. He looked away for a second but then back to (Y/N), after he realized.. they meant it.

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I haven't written in what seems like months and actually drawing?!. Who is this person and what have they done with Allison ehgetesgfsf

[multi-fan-dom-madness]

Chapter 30: Me'dinuir (Second Chances - Hunter x reader)

Me'dinuir. v. to share, to give to each other

Chapter Summary: You and Hunter share the night together.

Chapter Warnings: 18+ minors DNI, here be smut; filth with feelings, slightly possessive Hunter, gn!reader so can be read as PiV or PiA, oral (m and gn receiving), nipple play (both receiving), some action outdoors, slight teasing, inebriated sex but they'd both give enthusiastic consent sober, confessions; if smut ain't your thing you can technically skip this chapter

Word Count: 3,278

a/n: jeezus I guess when I said 'slow burn' I fuckin' meant it. here we are folks, 100k+ words in and they finally get to fuck. I hope the buildup has been as worth it for y'all as it has been for me >:) I love these lovesick idiots. enjoy! <3

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You nearly race to get home, arousal already beginning to pulse deep in your core. Hunter never lets go of your hand; electricity buzzes where his skin meets yours, static shocks of affection jumping between you when you turn to meet his darkened gaze. Tipsy or not, you can’t deny the overwhelming desire for the man beside you, the soul-deep need to connect with him in a way so intimate that you nearly become one. 

By the time you reach the courtyard, you’re panting and flushed, both from the near-sprint home and from the promise of Hunter’s lips on yours. It seems he’s just as affected. You don’t even make it to the front door; Hunter tugs your hand to spin you around, and presses your back against a nearby palm tree. Bracing himself with one arm above your head, he releases your hand to slide his around your waist and tug you closer. His eyes are pinpricks of light, barely shining in the moonlight that sends his hair cascading like dark silk toward you. 

Chests flush, you lick your lips. “What about the rule?” 

“D’you really care about it?” he asks, withdrawing a hairs’ breadth. 

“Kriff no,” you say. “Teasing.”

“Thank the Maker,” he murmurs.

And then his mouth is on yours. Feverish and intense, his lips move against yours in a frenzy of passion, making your head spin. Resting one hand on his toned waist, you card your fingers through his curls with your other.nHe tilts your head for better access, tugging your bottom lip between his teeth. Arching into him, a pleasant shudder dances through your body, fanning the crackling flames of desire into a blaze. Groaning into your mouth, Hunter’s hand slips from your back to cup your ass, his fingers squeezing the soft flesh. 

You gasp, need seizing your lungs. “Hunter.” 

“Shh,” he coos. “I’ve got you.” 

Nudging your face to the side with his nose, he presses hot, open-mouthed kisses across your cheek to your ear. He tugs your earlobe between his teeth, causing goosebumps to erupt all over your body. Nipples stiffening under the loose fabric of your tunic, you moan softly. Hunter continues downward, his lips suckling at the soft skin of your neck, sure to leave a trail of light hickeys. You couldn’t care less. 

As he laves attention to your sensitive skin, you scrape your nails lightly across his scalp. You’re rewarded with a deep groan. Grip on your ass tightening, Hunter pulls your hips flush against his own. You groan, head lolling to the side as he finds that patch of skin that drives you wild, and let him guide your hips in a slow roll over his clothed length. He’s hard already; the outline of him against your core feels big, and your mouth waters at the mere impression of its size. 

You guide his face back to yours to kiss him again; he parts under your tongue immediately, your wet appendages meeting and dancing together in a heated, desperate rhythm. Arousal courses through you, slick and hot, nearly as dizzying as the berrywine you’d drank. Kark, you need this man—tonight has been a long time in the making, every step on the journey to get here one you wouldn’t change, not if it means you’d always end up here, kissing like you’ll die if you stop. 

Hunter’s other hand finally caresses you, sliding down your back and over the curve of your ass, to hook under your knee. His other hand mirrors the action. In one smooth movement, he lifts you; you wrap your legs around him, arms securing around his neck, as he turns to carry you inside. 

He ducks through the front door, dipping you down so you don’t hit your head. Only once you’re over the threshold to your bedroom does he set you down. The bedrolls you’d spread out earlier await, a small lantern putting off faint, white light. Along one wall, the window facing the ocean remains partly open to catch the sea breeze. 

In the lantern light, Hunter’s eyes gleam. His gaze rakes over your body, and despite still being fully clothed, you feel exposed, bare to him. Goosebumps prickle along your arms. 

“Stars, I need you,” he murmurs. His tattooed hand cups your face. 

Leaning into his touch, you press a kiss to his palm. “I’m here. I’m yours.” 

His eyes darken. “Say it again.” 

Lips parting with a silent moan, you search his gaze and find the same desperate desire there that lingers under your skin. 

“I’m yours, Hunter.” 

He crashes his lips against yours once again. You cradle his face in both palms, delighting in the shiver of pleasure that skitters through you at the thought of feeling his stubble elsewhere on your body. Reaching up with one hand, you gently tug on his bandana;  it slides free with little resistance, and you toss it to the side. 

Hunter slips his hands beneath the hem of your tunic and undershirt; his skin is warm against yours, and you shudder. Eager, and wholly impatient, you wrench the offending garments over your head, letting them join the red scrap of fabric on the floor. 

Breaking away from your kiss, Hunter sighs in contentment. His gaze wanders your bare torso, leaving a trail of fire where you imagine his eyes alight. His hands aren’t far behind his eyes; his thumbs brush lightly over your stiff nipples, and you gasp. 

“Please,” you mumble. 

“Please what?” he says, looking up at you from beneath a curtain of dark curls. 

You shake your head, coherent thought trickling away by the second. “Just. Need you. Now.” 

“Lay down for me, mesh’la.” He helps you lower to the floor, the bedrolls doing little to shield from the chill of the wooden floors or from their stiffness, but you don’t care about that right now. As he kneels beside you, Hunter smooths his hands over your bare skin, down your front, to hook his thumbs in the waistband of your pants.

A silent question creases the furrow of his brow. You nod. He tugs the waistband down, and you angle your hips to help him slide your pants down. Shuffling to your feet, Hunter gently pulls your shoes from your feet before removing your pants altogether. Arousal aching in your core, you realize he’s left your underwear; more than that, you realize he’s still fully clothed. 

“Hunter,” you whine. “Undress for me.” 

“Patience, sweetheart.”

He obliges, though, at least partly. Once he yanks his green shirt off, he crawls up your body, his toned muscles rippling beneath his tanned skin. A groan rips from you at the sight. All your time aboard the Marauder, and you’ve somehow managed to avoid seeing any of the boys even partially naked. As you suspected, Hunter’s tattoo covers the entirety of his left side, inked ribs and vertebrae standing in stark contrast to the rest of his skin. Ghosting your fingertips over the ink, you catalog the way he shudders when you reach his collarbone, the way his abs tense when you trail over his ribs, the way his lips part in a nearly silent whimper as you rake your nails over his pectoral. 

“Wanted this for so long,” you murmur. 

His eyes find yours. “Tell me.” 

You hum in thought. In reality, you’re not sure if you can pinpoint a specific instance, a moment frozen in time as the one where you knew. As you ponder it, Hunter’s gaze never wavers from yours as he lowers his mouth to your skin once again. He presses kisses to your chest and down your breastbone, before licking a stripe up to one of your nipples. He fans his warm breath over the bud, and you moan brokenly. 

“Tell me, cyare,” he repeats, “please.” 

You laugh breathlessly. “C-Can’t think when you’re doing—oh, doing that!” 

His lips seal around your nipple and his teeth graze over the sensitive little bud at your words. A smirk tugs at his features, and you can’t even be mad, because the pleasure shoots straight to your core. 

Then he pulls back, lifting himself on his knees and hands so none of him touches you. “That better?” 

“No,” you admit. Sucking in a deep breath, you finally answer his question: “You’ve always been attractive to me, but I think the moment I stopped wanting to fuck you and started wanting to make love with you was Quantxi.” 

A smile graces his features. “Would you like to know what moment it was for me?” 

Nerves flitter in your stomach, but you nod. 

“I’ve had feelings for you since Bescane,” he admits. “Started as a crush. Seeing you stand over my brother like that, protect him, even though you barely knew us, that...really did something to me.” 

You laugh, body flushing with a new kind of warmth. “When did it become serious?” 

He relaxes back down until his forehead rests against your breastbone, his hair tickling your skin. “Quantxi.” 

Gently caressing his jaw, you lift his face to meet your gaze. He offers you a small smile. For a long moment, the two of you stay there like that, staring into one another’s eyes. In your chest, in that strange little spot that’s always felt physically tethered to him, you feel something burst. 

You prop yourself up on one elbow and tug him up to you with your other hand. His kiss is soft, sweet; your heart squeezes in your chest. Before, you’d been rushing yourself, worried that if you didn’t do this as quickly as possible, the chance would slip away like smoke. But now, all you want is to take your time. To pick him apart at the seams, let him do the same to you, and retie yourselves with bits of one another’s threads. Pulling him flush to you, you hook one leg up around his hips to drag his length against your core. 

“F-Fuck,” you mutter. Nibbling at his neck, you set a languid pace, using your heel to encourage him to rock against you. The friction is delightful, sending zings of pleasure through your entire body. Hunter groans, pressing his forehead to your shoulder, breathing coming in heavier gasps. 

“Feel good?” you ask. 

He nods. “Very.” 

“Let me make you feel even better,” you say. 

Rolling both of you, you straddle his hips, sitting up to catch your breath. Stars, the way he looks up at you like you hung the very stars themselves makes you melt. Gliding backward, you undo the clasp of his pants and remove them from his body much like what he’d done for you—but you’re sure to catch the waistband of his underwear, fully baring him to you. 

You moan shamelessly at the sight of his cock. Thick and tall, the flushed tip beads with precum and the entire length bobs gently in time with Hunter’s heartbeat. Mouth watering at the sight, you breathe through your nose. Take your time, you remind yourself. 

Starting at his ankle, you string kisses, licks, and nips up his toned calf to his thick, muscular thighs. Nestling yourself between his legs, you gently massage his thighs as you urge him to silently part his legs around you. 

“Cyare,” Hunter breathes. He sounds wrecked already, and you haven’t even touched him. 

“Relax,” you say with a smile. 

Impatient with yourself for teasing him this long, you lick a broad stripe up his stiff length from base to head. Hunter’s abs tense, his body bowing forward, as a moan punches out of him. You wrap your fingers around his cock and begin slowly jerking him off. You suckle at his head, teasing his frenulum with your pointed tongue, smirking at the way that he flops back on the bedroll. He presses the heels of his hands into his eyes, groaning. 

“Fuck, you’re so- so good at that,” he whimpers. 

You hum around his tip in response. Taking him a bit further into your mouth, pride swells within you as he moans. One of his hands searches blindly for you, before resting on top of your head. Bobbing your head, you use your hand to reach the parts your mouth can’t. The more you suck him off, the more spit drools out of you, slicking your grip. Hunter writhes, shallowly thrusting his hips up into your mouth. In the cool night air, his own nipples have stiffened; you can’t resist the impulse to reach up with your free hand to tweak one of the pert buds. 

“Oh!” Hunter jerks his head up to meet your amused gaze. “D-Do that again, please.” 

Not one to deny him, you oblige, twisting his nipple lightly. Beneath your hand, his chest vibrates with a deep groan. His eyes fall to half-lidded, lips shiny and swollen from your earlier kisses. Desire pulses within you, hot and thick, desperate. 

Pulling off him with a wet pop, you wipe your mouth on the back of your hand. “Good?” 

“‘Good’ doesn’t cut it,” he says with a breathless chuckle. “Let me return the favor.” 

“You don’t have—”

He presses one finger across your lips. “I want to.” 

Lowering you onto your back once again, he laves kisses down your front as he shuffles down. He pulls your underwear down, discarding the garment to be found later, then settles himself between your thighs much like you’d just been between his. Balanced on your elbows, you bite your bottom lip at the sight of him there. 

“Relax, cyare,” he urges. Then his mouth is on you. Bliss explodes through you; you hadn’t realized how much your arousal needed attention until this very moment, and now you never want it to end. Hunter’s mouth is warm and wet on your aching arousal, his ministrations doing little to bank the fire raging in your core. If anything, his actions stoke the flames higher. His lust-dark gaze never leaves yours. You twist your fingers through his hair, desperate to feel more of him. 

He reaches with one hand and presents two fingers to you. Wrapping your lips around the digits, you slick his fingers with your spit, moaning in pleasure as he settles into a rhythm that has a wire tightening within you. Hunter withdraws his fingers and, never ceasing the pleasure his mouth brings, gently presses his spit-wet digits into your tight heat. You hiss at the intrusion (it’s been far too long, you think to yourself), but the momentary pain fades when he crooks his fingers against your walls. 

“H-Hunter,” you gasp out. “Hunter, fuck, don’t stop.” 

He hums against your heated core, the sound vibrating through you. Chest rising and falling with each rapid breath you heave, that wire in your core winds tighter and tighter, threatening to snap at any moment. 

Hunter pulls back at the last possible moment. With a frustrated, aroused groan, you slump back against the bedroll. Sweat dews your skin, and lust simmers deep in your core. Above you, Hunter spits into his hand, slicking his cock. 

He looks like a god. A fine sheen of sweat coating his body, his muscles flex and ripple with each jerk of his length, his dark curls sticking to his forehead. The ink of his tattoo casts his left side into deeper shadow, but you know the spark of light, love, and life that burns within him. Your heart stutters when he grins at you, adoration sparkling in his eyes. 

“Ready, sweetheart?” he asks.

You nod. “Please.” 

With some shuffling, you catch your legs behind your knees to spread them for him. He rests the blunt head of his cock at your entrance, and then, meeting your eyes once again, slowly pushes into you. 

Your world narrows to Hunter’s gaze and the pressure in your core. Breath hitching, a moan spills from you as he splits you open. He groans your name, your real name, in quiet, heated pleasure; you shiver at the sound of your name falling from his lips. He grips one of your hips, pushing himself in and tugging you down onto his length until he’s fully seated within you. Chest heaving with labored breaths, Hunter’s nostrils flare as he fights to keep his composure. 

Pleasure burns in your core, sharper and sweeter than before. Reaching for him, you wrap your arms around him in a tight embrace as he lowers into a classic missionary pose. The change in angle presses him just a bit deeper; you choke over a moan as his cock nestles against the bundle of nerves in your walls. Stars burst behind your eyes. 

“Please,” you whimper, “make love to me, Hunter.” 

“Stars, yes,” he whispers. 

He thrusts into you slow and deep, unhurried, languid. You wrap your legs around his waist, locking your ankles together to drive him deeper. Every rock of his hips makes both of you moan and gasp, pleasure squeezing your lungs and heart. Folded over you like he is, the friction of his body and the press of his cock within you draws that wire tight once again. Keening low in your throat, you tighten your grip around him. 

“Gonna make me cum,” you mumble. 

“Good,” he nearly growls. “Want you to fall apart for me.”

“Whatever you want, my love,” you whisper. 

He drives his cock into you a little harder at your promise. Moans punch from your chest with every thrust. Hunter adjusts his grip on you, grabbing your ass to give him better leverage. Whining, you scrape your nails down his back, arching into him as the pleasure in your core winds ever tighter. 

And then that wire snaps without warning. Your body stiffens, pleasure flooding every nerve ending. You’ve never felt this good before, never felt so full, so close to someone—and you’re so glad it’s Hunter making you feel this way. For his part, Hunter moans brokenly against your ear, thrusting one, two, three more times before stilling within you. His cock pulses with his own orgasm, his warmth filling you.

It takes a long moment, but eventually you come back down, panting, bodies stuck together from sweat. He trembles in your embrace, and you rub circles into his back, murmuring sweet nothings into his ear until he stops shaking. 

When he raises his head, his face is streaked with tears. Alarm trills through you.

“Maker, are you okay!?” you ask. Wiping his tears, you turn his face side to side. “What happened?” 

“I’m fine,” he says with a thick laugh. “Just—” Your full name falls from his lips again like a prayer. “I love you.” 

Concern cools in your bones, solidifying into ice that shatters just a moment later as your brain computes what he just said. The pair of you remain frozen. Lips parted in surprise, you can’t help the shuddering breath that escapes you, your own tears welling up. 

“Hunter—”

“You don’t have to say it back,” he says quickly. “It—I—I needed to say it.” 

Cupping the back of his head, you pull him down to meet your lips. This kiss is tender, soft and affirming. You try to pour all of your affection for this man into your actions, the press and pull of your mouth against his. When the kiss breaks, you don’t let him move more than a few inches away, tears thick in your eyelashes. 

“I love you, too.” You stroke his cheekbones. “Hunter, stars, I love you so much.” 

He buries his head into the crook of your neck again, his smile wide against your skin. “I-I don’t know what to say next.”

“Then don’t say anything,” you soothe. “Just stay here with me, like this.” 

“Always.”

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[hunnythebee]

hunter 6 & 10, you getting trapped somewhere dangerous and something happens and hunter assumes you’re dead, but then you go out safely but hurt

Hello Anon! Thank you for the request, here is your fic ❤️

Trapped

A mission goes horribly wrong and you end up trapped in a tunnel and alone.

1.2k words - first person - gender neutral

Tags & Warnings; Hunter x Reader, Hunter x gn!Reader, fluff, angst, romance, hurt, comfort, newly established relationship, mildly graphic description of injury, trapped, saved, pain.

Writing prompt 6. You have to leave right now. 10. Come here.

The tunnel was so dark I couldn’t see too far past the lamp that I was holding up in front of me. It was cold and damp, and I could hear the faint rumbling of the storm above. Hunter was slightly ahead of me, holding his lamp in his left hand and running his right along the tunnel wall. He was understandably on edge, given the cave-in that had just separated us from the others. Tech had reassured us that there were multiple entrances to this particular tunnel system before we lost contact via comms. This knowledge, coupled with Hunter's keen senses, put my mind at ease.

"How much farther do you think we've got till we see daylight?" I inquired at the man ahead of me.

"At least another 2 klicks, but this part of the tunnel is highly unstable. Stay close," he shot a quick glance at me over my shoulder. I shuffled closer to him so that I was right behind him. I wanted to reach for his hand, but I knew that now wasn’t the time. We typically didn’t act as a couple when on missions. Our relationship is fresh, so new that we hadn’t even told the others yet. We decided we wanted to figure out what was between us first before going public. But right now we were completely alone, with no chance of the others stumbling across us, and maybe hanging onto him in some way would be beneficial in case another cave in occurs. I was reaching a hand out to grab the crook of his elbow when he shifted suddenly and grabbed for my hand.

“Run!” He commanded as he pulled at me. I picked up my feet as the tunnel began to crumble behind us. I was running as fast as I could but I hadn’t been watching my step. I tripped in a hole in the tunnel and fell down onto the ground, knocking the wind out of me. Hunter stopped the moment he felt my hand slip from his. He turned to me with panic in his eyes. The collapse was rapidly approaching and there was no time, I was only going to slow down.

“You have to leave right now!” I shouted at him. He was still frozen. “Hunter! Leave me! GO!” I yelled at him. He was about to run, but he quickly turned back to say something to me but the cave in was too loud for me to hear him. Everything went dark.

I came to, coughing out dust. The cave-in had miraculously stopped short of my head, however I was completely pinned beneath the rocks. I cried out, feeling the pain of my numerous broken bones all at once. My cries echoed throughout the dark empty tunnel. I had one hand free from the rubble, and I tried to shift the larger rocks off of me, but to no avail. I felt utterly hopeless. That was until I realized the hand that was free was the wrist with my comm. I brought it to my face and bit into the call button. Static. Nothing. I bit it again. Again nothing. One more time…

Static and then faintly, a frantic voice. Hunter’s voice. He was saying my name. I tried to speak, to answer him but I couldn’t say anything. The weight on my chest was preventing me from forming words. I summoned all the strength I could and managed to croak out a small “Help…me…” before I lost consciousness again.

The chain of events that followed is a blur. I remember lights and running footsteps. Hunter’s face. Tech’s voice. I remember crying out as the rocks were moved off of me. Dexterous fingers against my head, examining me, and then another set of hands gently caressing my hair. I remember being lifted, gently from the ground and held gently against a very large chest. The movement of him walking with me hurt so much. I don’t remember leaving the cave. I don’t remember boarding the Marauder. I don’t remember AZI or Omega tending to me. All I can remember from that period of time is pain.

When I came to, finally, I was in one of the beds. Hunter was sitting at my bedside, his features distorted with worry. I shifted, attempting to reach out to him, but instead was met with a sharp pain in my sides. I hissed in pain and fell back into the mattress. The sudden noise startled Hunter, which was a first. He whipped around and our eyes met. Hunter’s beautiful eyes were brimming with tears as he took my hand in his gently.

“You’re safe, cyar’ika,” he spoke softly as he rubbed a thumb over my hand. “And alive.”

The last words sounded like they were more for his benefit. I tried to speak but my throat was so destroyed from the dust and debris I could only manage a small whisper.

“Hunter…”

The whisper was so quiet he didn’t hear it. He continued talking, rambling practically.

“Never do that again. I thought I had lost you forever… Never ask me to leave you again. I am never leaving you again. I can’t lose you.” Tears were staining his cheeks as he spoke frantically. I released his hand and lifted mine to cup his cheek, I didn’t care how much it hurt. I wiped his tears with my thumb. He cupped his hand over mine and leaned into it. It was then that I noticed the bandages. I was covered in them. Both arms and my torso. One leg was wrapped in bandages as well and the other was splinted. I swallowed hard and pushed that to the back of my mind.

“Hunter…” I managed a slightly louder whisper this time and got his attention.

“Yes?” He sounded so desperate, so broken. 

“Come… here…” I croaked. Hunter sat on the edge of the bunk and leaned over me.

“K-kiss me.” I requested softly. His lips found mine immediately. In that moment, all the pain washed from my body and there was only him. Warm and gentle against my mouth. I smiled against his mouth and he pulled away slightly, his nose still tucked against mine.

“I love you…” he breathed out against my lips. “I love you and I never want to lose you. Promise you won’t make me leave you again.” I was still processing his words, but managed to stammer out “P-promise.”

“Good,” and he caught my lips with his again. My thoughts were so out of focus, I was trying to find my words. He pulled away one last time and said, “let me go tell the oth-”

My hand gripped the sleeve of his blacks with what little strength I had. I finally had found the words I was looking for. He stopped mid-sentence and leaned back over me, “What is it, cyare?”

I was breathing heavily, which was stinging my ribs, but I didn’t care.

“I…love…you, too…” the words left my lips and hung in the air as he processed them. Suddenly he was cupping my face with his hands and kissing me again. Despite all of my injury, I felt at peace. Finally, we broke apart and he looked deep into my eyes. “Do you really mean it?” He asked so innocently it made my heart melt. I was beginning to lose my strength again, so all I could manage was a small nod. He kissed my forehead gently and told me to get some rest.

“I’ll be right here when you wake up, I promise.”

Masterlist

[a-single-tulip]

Pretty Boy

Pairing: Sub!Hunter x GN!Reader

Summary: Pretty boy. Once a nickname that used to mean nothing but torment for him, Hunter has since learned to appreciate what it means for him to be a pretty boy. Especially when you're the one calling him the name, leaving him only wanting to hear it from you even more.

Warnings: Past bullying, Established Relationship, NSFW, Dom/Sub Dynamics, Handcuffs, Blindfolds, Use of toys, Hair-pulling, Hand/Blowjobs, Anal play (male receiving), Aftercare, and various other tags, so please do make sure to look over all the tags on AO3!

Word Count: 5,037

A/N: Hey, y'all! As promised, the Sub!Hunter fic I've been working on is finally here! Special thanks to @calamitynull whose various posts I drew inspiration from for a few of the scenes, this one's for you ❤️

As usual, minors DNI, or I'll take your kneecaps

[clone-anon]

Hello and I hope you're having a good day. Would it be possible to get Hunter helping me with my anxiety? I am trying to break this habit but lots of times I try and make others happy by joining in on social stuff and end up feeling axious and overwhelmed to the point of panic attacks when there are too many people or it's so loud. If you could please write something that would help thanks so much

You'd agreed to go to 79's because everyone else from the squad was going. You didn't want to be the odd person out or seem like you weren't one to have fun, but as soon as you walked through the door, you started to feel some regret. You tried picking a drink to help you relax, one with a taste you enjoyed, that felt familiar and not so much for the alcohol content, but could barely sip at it. You sat at the end of the bar with Hunter next to you. The boys were all making jokes and talking about some shenanigans. Even Crosshair seemed to be having some fun. You tried to smile and go along with it, but you felt your heart pounding and your breathing felt like it was both shallow and coming in huge gulps. The noise of the bar, the people dancing, the constant movement, and multiple conversations happening within earshot was just too much. You wanted to escape.

Hunter paid attention to the others, but started side eyeing you. He could sense the change in your system and it made you feel even more scrutinized, although you knew in the back of your mind that he couldn't stop his senses and he paid attention because he cared. In trying even harder to relax and go with the flow, your struggle became worse. You took a couple sips from your drink and stared straight ahead.

Hunter finished his drink and told the guys you were both going out for air. Despite your mixed emotions and head swirling with thoughts, in that moment you were grateful. He just put an arm around your shoulders and walked you outside.

The night air hit your face and you immediatley felt more free. You took in some deeper breaths and closed your eyes. Hunter just watched you and took some steadying breaths himself. He let you take your time, his presence comforting and not pushy or demanding.

"You okay," he asked.

You nodded.

"You know you don't have to come with us. We don't even have to do this, go out. We could all have a quiet night in."

"I don't want to be the reason you guys don't have fun," you admitted, "and I do like being included."

"You're not going to hold us back just by needing something different," he said, now standing in front of you, both hands on your shoulders. He searched your eyes. "I need you to believe me. We're all each other's priority on this squad and that means you're our priority too."

You listened and nodded a couple times before giving him a hug.

"You can always come to me when you feel like this," he added.

"I can't really hide it very well anyway," you replied.

"You don't have to hide it," he said. After a while he asked, "Do you want to go back in or do something else?"

You thought about it and then admitted you'd rather have a quiet time. He accompanied you, comm'ing his brothers to tell them where you both went.

[maladaptiveobsession]

“Magic pocket pussy”

Synopsis: DOL NPCS acquiring a magical pocket pussy synced to you.

Contains: afab!gn!reader, discipline, multi penetration, noncon, overstimulation, somnopihlia, toys

Words: 588

A/N: I only differentiated yandere!sirris from his normal conterpart as he is the only character I can imagine having drastically different behavior for this particular prompt. You can’t convince me Gwylan isn’t cooking up magic (probably illicit substances as well) in their shop. Something about them feels underlined with nefarious intent. I’d like to flesh out this concept with some of the characters at some point; there’s so much nuance and potential.

Abuses the hell out of it

With access to your cunt at all times, your pussy will be consistently puffy and raw from abuse. He’s stuffing you with cock whenever the urge strikes, torturing you with toys when his dick can’t keep up with his libido. He purposely teases you at inconvenient times. Watching you struggle to maintain composure in public is his favorite pastime. Most nights you wake up to the feeling of an invisible cock dragging along your gummy walls. If for whatever reason he can’t torment you at night, the pocket pussy is being stuffed with a vibrator so you wake up drenched in the morning. He’ll insert random objects throughout the day of various sizes and shapes, all to watch you squirm. Sometimes he’ll cram the largest dildo he can find inside to see you waddle around town in discomfort. He’s likely to fill the silicone hole with a dildo or vibrator of some sort—possibly both or even multiple of each—and then fuck you for real with the toys still inside. Really though, seeing your reactions is his favorite part of all. While your real pussy will always reign supreme, there’s a charm to watching you break apart without even actually touching you. The fleshlight is just so convenient.

➥ Anxious Gaurd, Briar, Kylar, C!Sydney, Leighton, Morgan, Quinn, Scarred Inmate, Whitney, Wren, yan!Sirris

Generally only when you’re not available

He doesn’t usually care for toys (why bother when he has you), but this one is an exception. It’s hardly a replacement for the real thing, but he can at least admit the convenience is alluring. It’s not all too often it gets used, but there are times when he misses you and can’t resist. It’s just so easy to punish you for being away for too long or simply to remind you of them. He could always just shove a vibrator inside and forget about it if he feels like it. Watching you fall apart without touching you proves enjoyable, as well. There’s a possibility he could even order a custom dildo, a replica of his length, to stuff the silicone cunt with, so you seek them out sooner. No chance you can forget about him when you can’t even sit. This opens the possibility of double stuffing you using only their dick. The longer you avoid them, the less patience and willpower they’ll have, therefore being less likely to wait.

➥ Alex, Avery, Bailey, Black Wolf, Eden, Great Hawk, Gwylan, Harper, Landry, Methodical Gaurd, Niki, Relaxed Gaurd, Remy, Veteran Gaurd, Zephyr

Only once in a moment weakness

He’s rather unlikely to use any toy, let alone a magical onahole. Just owning the thing feels like a breach of trust, but they can’t risk having it fall into anyone else’s hands. It sits in a drawer, hidden away until he eventually forgets about it. It’s not until he’s humping a pillow in the pitch dark of his room that he remembers it exists. He’ll scold himself, suddenly too ashamed to feel horny. Days will go by, constantly plagued by curiosity. When he finally concedes, apologies will spill from his lips as he rocks his hips into the silicone. It feels so good, and he wonders if you’re feeling the same. More than that, he wonders if the real thing—the real you—feels this good. His orgasm is the most intense he’s ever felt, electricity taking over him and his essence flooding the silicone imitation of you. The post-nut clarity is potent, mortifying. He’ll avoid you for some time after that, unable to even look you in the eye for even longer. Shame creeps along his spine like a parasite, vowing never to lose control like that again. Below the guilt, desire grows and bites at his willpower. Who knows how long it’ll be before he gives in again?

➥ Charilie, Darryl, Doren, P!Sydney, Jordan, Mason, Mickey, River, Robin, Sam, Sirris, Winter,

Bonus

The likely creator of said pocket pussy

➥ Gwylan

[selineram3421]

Alastor's Rut Headcanons🦌

Requested

Alastor X Reader

Warnings ⚠

⚠ its that time of the year and Alastor hates it, implied/suggestive, violence🔪, kisses ⚠

Alastor was in rut.

It was an uncomfortable part of his deer half that he had not accepted. He usually spent this time indoors or a radio broadcast slaughter to take his mind off it.

The problem is that this year it was different. Persistent.

He had a significant other.

They were the sweetest and deadliest thing. A demon that had started working in the hotel recently, with a good taste in music and food.

Rosie also favored them when he introduced the two.

He noticed himself become more possessive when other demons were too close to them. Or if some filthy scum would stare too long.

Then his antlers were itchy.

He had to rub his antlers against a tree to get rid of the feeling. (In the dead of night, somewhere far away from others. Satan forbid if anyone saw him.)

Having been a hunter, he knew what this meant..

There would be problems if anyone were to so much as touch his mate partner.

He'll let his love know about the rut. Mostly for their safety and know that its deer instinct.

During this time, he picked up a few habits. Like making sure his love was well fed, needs taken care of, and showered with gifts.

He already does that but its taken up a notch.

And he's more affectionate, physically that is. More kisses or hand holding PDA wise to steer off any rivals demons.

Almost killing Angel (When isn't he?) when the spider demon got too close to his partner.

Almost kills a few others too. And at some point he's basically sent home until he feels normal again.

You go with him because you're worried.

This leads to more intimate activities.

Of course he's doing his best to not go too far. Mostly kisses and gentle caresses.

Though there is one time that he needs relief of some kind..

I'll just let you imagine that bit.

Its around December that he starts to feel slightly better.

Let's his partner know that he's not comfortable during rut and thanks them for staying by his side. (Also apologizing if he made them uncomfortable.)

Its February when he finally feels normal again.

*scrolling through deer facts* Huh ok.

~Seline, the person.

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[neon-junkie]

How would TBB react to seeing the reader about to leave on a night out dressed up in a super hot outfit?

Gender-neutral reader, but feminine presenting. Words like 'beautiful' and 'pretty' are used!

Hunter - Even with half of his face tattooed, he still manages to blush through the thickness of the ink. - He's truly lost for words. - Hunter has an adorable stutter as he compliments, "wow, you look… nice- I mean, incredible. Good. Beautiful?" - Hunter then facepalms as he scolds himself for picking "nice" as his first compliment. Ugh, you look so much more than nice! - You'll both be giggling as Hunter takes a deep breath, and begins going into detail about how good you look, highlighting the specific parts that really stand out to him. - You're heading out with friends, but Hunter is quietly hinting that he wants to come along. Totally not because he's jealous or anything, but because he hopes to meet your friends, right? The friends that he's met several times before? Yeah! - Tell him that you'll still be looking this good when you come back home later tonight, and he'll get the hint. - However, he may need to leave a fresh mark or two on your neck, just to get the point across that you're taken.

Echo - This poor, poor man is going to turn the deepest shade of red when he finally sees you. - Why, just WHY did you have to wear that specific outfit that he loves so much?! And you're going out without him too?! Oh, what a tease! - Echo is lost for words as he gushes over you. He feels like it's his wedding day - How is he this lucky? How did he land an angel like you? - There's a tear in his eye as you smother him in kisses, reassuring him that you're all his, that you're the lucky one for being with him, that you can't wait to come home and snuggle up with him later. - Echo doesn't ask for much, but he would like to be kept in the loop on your whereabouts. Purely for your own safety! - "And when you reach the next bar, just comm me. Your friends have my comm number too, don't they? If anything goes wrong, and you want picking up-" blahblahblah. - One final smother in reassuring kisses, and you're good to hit the town!

Wrecker - His mouth instantly hangs open, his eyes turn wide, and his facial expression swiftly turns into a grin as he comments, "HOT!!" - You know in cartoons where the character's mouth drops open, and they begin howling and barking? Yeah, that's Wrecker. - Seriously, you look hot, and Wrecker's going to ensure that you know it. - "Look at you! I can't believe I got myself an angel as sweet as you!" - He'll mention how he's sad that he's not tagging along, but he'll assure you that it's important you spend your time with your friends. - Wrecker isn't as clingy as he seems. After all, he'll be right here, waiting for your return. - And when you do return, all your hangover needs will be met. A tall glass of water waiting for you, a midnight snack, breakfast in bed, and a big buff man to cuddle you back to health!

Tech - This will go one of two ways: - Option one: Tech eyes you up and down, and with a firm nod, he comments, "that is suitable attire for your evening. I hope you enjoy yourself." - Option two: Tech's brain short circuits. He can barely muster up a thought, let alone a comment. Radio silence, but his expression says it all. - Either way, Tech is more than impressed with your outfit choice, and how stunning you look. He just… struggles to find the words, like a deer in the headlights. - Give him a few moments, and you'll be met with suitable praise. "How exquisite you look, a truly elegant and radiant creature." - Tech can't pinpoint one specific word to describe how beautiful you look, so instead, he selects the most complex and in-depth ones. He doesn't want to rely on a 'standard compliment.' - A few kisses later, and you're off to meet your friends. All the while, Tech begins pacing around the Marauder like a lost puppy. He needs to keep himself occupied until you return!

Crosshair - He's instantly thirsty for you, smiling cheekily as he eyes you up, gawking at the sight of you. - Crosshair has a way with words, and spews out his praise, all whilst kneading at your waist, his hands trailing down to grab your ass whilst he steals a handful of kisses from you. - And then it dawns on him… - You're going out with your friends tonight, not him… - Jealousy swiftly takes over, and his compliment turn into teasing (yet petty) jabs. Nothing to hurt your feelings, though. - "Any reason why you're wearing this tonight? Do you need more attention? Am I not enough for you?" - Whilst his tone is teasing, there's a desperate need for validation. - Yes, he knows you'd never be stupid and hurt him, but… can you please remind him one more time? - Don't be surprised when you leave, and minutes later, Crosshair sends you a holotext. "Comm me if you need anything, Beautiful."

[shalscumbunny]

When shalnark gets home after chimaera ant arc he makes reader give him a massage bc he’s got sore little (big omg choke me out) arms

Relaxation session | Shalnark x GN.Reader

Summary: During the Ants arc, Shalnark arrives at your house completely exhausted and fatigued, of course, it is your duty to relieve him.

Pairing: Shalnark X GN.Reader

Warnings: Possible spoiler for the Chimera Ant Arc plot, kidnapped reader, maybe fluff?, at most a small sexual connotation, after that, all is pretty mild.

Author’s note: My goodness, how I crave with those big arms of Shalnark 🥵 I don't think this expression is used in English, but well, in Spanish, we sometimes say "He stayed dry as a log" When someone falls deeply asleep

Sites: AO3

You grumbled and complained as you watched the stain on the table refuse to come out no matter how hard you scrubbed it with the cloth. At this point in your life and after these months of forced cohabitation with Shalnark, you had learned to endure the time.

Obviously, every time he returned from a trip, you continued to beg him to buy you a television, since you sometimes got bored alone in the apartment.

You'd pass the time cleaning, tidying up, or circling things you wanted in magazines, even though you knew he stole them.

Lost in scrubbing the stain, you didn't hear the door. You only realized Shalnark was there when you felt his weight on your back, his face in your hair, and his arms around you.

Something was different. He felt heavier, and his arms were unusually gentle. His hugs were usually strong, sometimes even a little rough, but now they were soft and weak.

"Shalnark! You startled me!" You said, looking up at him with wide eyes

"I was hoping for a warmer welcome" He replied, but his voice lacked its usual enthusiasm.

You could tell he was exhausted. Setting down the cleaning supplies, you studied him closely.

"Are you alright? You look terrible" It was unusual for you to worry about him like this.

"I'm fine" He said, managing a weak smile "I'm going to take a bath”

You remained still, not knowing quite what to say or do. For the next hour, you stayed in the living room, listening to the shower and Shalnark's groans of pain.

After the shower turned off, you saw him come out limping and go into the bedroom. You sighed, rolling your eyes and walked to the kitchen, prepared a chamomile infusion, and went to the bedroom with the cup.

When you arrived, you found him in the clothes he usually wore around the apartment, sitting by the window, completely lost in thought.

"Hey" You approached him, sitting down beside him, offering him the cup of chamomile "This will help you relax"

Somewhat surprised, he smiled and began to drink the chamomile as you watched him silently. You took a deep breath and walked to the nightstand, taking out a cream.

"Could you take off your shirt?" You asked, moving on your knees on the bed until you were behind him.

Shalnark sighed and obeyed. As he took off his shirt, he let out small groans of pain, revealing his very tense body, especially his arms.

You rolled your eyes, beginning to massage his back first. You couldn't help but blush at how incredibly muscular he was, but you chose to ignore that. You listened to his groans and moans of fatigue and pain as you massaged him, but after about fifteen minutes, you saw how that part of his body thankfully relaxed.

After that, you started to massage his arms which were harder and sorer, making him gasp and close his eyes in pain. You nibble your lip, looking at his arms. They were quite muscular, they looked good... you really liked them, you couldn't help but think about the times when those arms carried you or trapped you against the wall.

They felt hot as always, hot like when they hugged your waist while you were sleeping or when they trapped your legs while he was inside you.

You spent a good amount of time massaging Shalnark's arms, until you saw him more relaxed.

"Better...?" you asked, wiping the sweat from your forehead with your arm.

"I didn't know you were good at massages too” Shalnark said mockingly.

You sighed annoyed and helped him put his shirt back on.

"You should sleep" You advised, watching him stand up.

Shalnark didn't answer, he just hugged you, nuzzling his face into your neck like a puppy seeking warmth.

"I like having someone who waits for me at home..." He whispered, kissing your neck "I can't imagine life without you..."

You couldn't help but blush at his comment, nibbling your lower lip and rubbing his back with the palm of your hand.

"Nonsense..." you murmured.

Shalnark couldn't help but smile and kiss your lips tenderly.

"You're so sweet and grumpy at the same time, don't worry, when I'm better I'll give you what you like”

You blushed, annoyed, watching him throw himself on the bed and cover himself with the sheets, looking at you with a mischievous and somewhat flirtatious smile.

"You're very bad at hiding things, do you think I didn't see those blushes while you were massaging my arms?" Shalnark said with a yawn, a few seconds he fell asleep, as dry and hard as a log, snoring softly.

"Idiot..." you murmured, arranging and stroking his blond hair carefully.

Thank you for reading this shit 🤍

[stayfictionalforever]

let’s make a bet.

ship: Kraven the Hunter x GN reader

word count: 686

rating: SFW

TW/CW: None

summary: you take sergei to a place that you think he’ll love and when he doesn't seemed too amused he comes with up a way to make it more entertaining

“you thought I would like this?” sergei looked around. not only did you think he would like this, you thought he would be ecstatic at the idea of being a place where you could climb all day long.

“you like climbing!” you responded; as long as you knew him the man would climb anything be it a tree, a shelf or a building. “and this is a place where you can do that and i can do it with you but safely.” you knocked on the bright helmet you wore on your head.

sergei let out a laugh. you were relieved that the surprise wasn’t awful and that he was upset by it. “i do like climbing….” you nodded and gestured towards the plastic rock walls. “but i’m used to climbing trees or actual mountains.”

“don’t forget buildings.” you added. the memory of him climbing up your apartment building after you realized you forgot your wallet resurfaced. sergei rolled his eyes when you mentioned it. it was something you brought up often to tease him about. the shock of dating ‘kraven’ or ‘the hunter’ was gone but seeing him use his abilities in mundane situations was always a spectacle for you. “if you don’t want to do this we can leave and do something else.” you grabbed his hand. his hands were never silky smooth but you didn’t need them to be. you just needed to treasure the moments where you and him could be together because you knew it wouldn’t be long until sergei would be gone again.

sergei’s face developed a small smile. “let’s stay. we can climb the fake rocks.” your face beamed with joy. “but let’s make a bet.” bets with sergei were not uncommon. “we’ll race and first one to climb all the walls will decide what to have for dinner.”

you looked at him dumbfounded. he was the greatest hunter around and he wanted to compete with you in a race. sergei grinned proud of himself for coming up with the challenge. “ok we’ll race.” sergei let go of your hand and turned to the nearest rock wall ready to pounce. “but!” he turned back to you to see your conditions of the race. “you have to keep your eyes closed the entire time and I get a five minute headstart.” sergei’s blue eyes stared you down. you felt content with yourself that your conditions seemed to stump sergei for a moment.

“fine, i agree to these terms.” sergei stuck out his hand to shake on it and you took his hand. the stare down would’ve kept going but you broke when you decided to pull sergei in for small kiss.

“my head start counts when i’m actually at the wall!” you pulled away from the kiss and ran towards the nearest rock wall. sergei threw his head back in laughter amused by your running.

☆ later ☆

“it was close.” sergei said as he unclipped the clasp for your helmet. “you got pretty far with your head start.” his statement was true in the five minutes you had you did pretty good for someone who was new to rock climbing. you unclipped the clasp to the harness.

“you freaked people out when you were climbing without any equipment and your eyes closed.”

sergei shook his head. “they were freaked out in the beginning but by the end they were cheering.” he then mimed the people cheering for him by pretending to yell.

“i cheered for you too!” sergei’s expression showed he didn’t fully believe you. “i cheered for you once i realized that you were way ahead of me.” though you lost the experience was fun for you. “i really did think you would enjoy this. thank you for trying it out for me.”

sergei’s victorious glow faded for a moment. “i enjoy every moment with you and i would do try anything for you.”

both of you smiled. “i’ll have that same energy for whatever you decide to have for dinner.” you told him. sergei wrapped his arm around you as you both started walking towards the exit.

☆ end ☆

author's note: my first ever x reader fic!!! I hope you enjoyed it!!!

[dangraccoon]

Roast

Day 5 ~ sunburn ~ healing salve ~

Hunter

Word Count: 404 Content: sunburn, bacta, Hunter being a sad wet cat, sibling mockery

It was getting close to sunset as you put the finishing touches on the meal you’d been preparing for Omega and the boys. They’d be back from their “family beach day” soon.

You checked the roast in the oven, deciding it needed just a little more time, then you go to the cupboard to get dishes out to set the table.

You’d just finished placing the plates on the table when the door opened. You smiled.

“Hey honey,” you called as you started over to greet your love.

“Mesh’la,” his smoky voice answered, though you noticed a little strain.

“Everything okay?” you asked, but as you turned the corner towards the doorway, your question was answered for you.

He looked miserable, stiff, and from head to toe his usual sunkissed, golden skin was notably darker, and a little red. “I need bacta,” he groaned.

You stifled a chuckle. “Oh, sweetheart. Did you fall asleep out there again?”

He looked at you with those tooka eyes he broke out any time he was sick then nodded a little as he started to shuffle towards you.

The timer on the oven started beeping again. You gave him a pitying smile. “Get the bacta from the cabinet,” you instructed softly. “I’ll be right there.”

He grunted out a soft noise of agreement and you went back to the kitchen. 

You could hear him digging around in the cabinet, grumbling mixes of basic and mando’a curses as you pulled dinner from the oven and set it to rest.

By the time you’d finished, he’d made it to the bedroom, his sandy clothes dropped near the laundry basket, and a jar of bacta gel was sitting next to where he collapsed–naked–onto the comforter. 

“How you doing, honey?” you chuckled, noting the obvious tan lines at his hips and knees and the comparably lighter space between where his shorts had protected him from the sun.

“I feel like shit,” he said, the bedding beneath his face muffling his words.

You hummed in agreement, gently touching his arm to assess the damage. “Are you sure you want bacta right now? You’re gonna need quite a bit and you know it makes you sleepy.”

“Yes” he nearly whimpered.

“The boys aren’t going to go easy on you,” you warned, smirking.

Hunter groaned. “They’ve been mocking me all afternoon,” he whined. “Please, mesh’la?”

“Alright, alright,” you laughed, picking up the bacta. “Hold still.”

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Just Perfect | Yandere Illumi Zoldyck

The heat underneath your turtle neck collar was sweltering. The coolness of the kitchen counter was unable to reach you through your jeans, only felt when you briefly let your hands brace yourself on it. The cutting board and toaster pressing against your back served as a minor obstacle, shoved to the side by the man enraptured by you. For you, it was a reminder of where exactly you were and the time of your ‘lonesome’ afternoon coming to an end.

“W-we have to stop soon.”

Your neighbor didn’t answer, instead busy himself with harshly biting your lip. Probing deeper into your mouth as he pulled at the loops of your jeans in an unspoken request. Your hands previously tangled in his hair were grabbing fistfuls of his tracksuit; passionately pulling as you felt the burning heat in your lungs as your kissing continued.  The haze upon your mind was addictive, thinking only of the way his mouth never stopped sucking–your tongue, your jaw, your neck. Barely registering his pale and masterful hands slipping under the form-fitting wool to squeeze at the fat of your waist. His hands are trailing upwards speedily making their way to your chest, it was almost enough to put all your worries to rest. 

The jingling of keys just outside the door stopped that immediately. 

With unimaginable haste, you unlatched and shoved the man away. Hopping down from the counter to pull your sweater back down and your pants up. Turning around to fix up the appliances on the counter. You quickly ran to the decorative mirror on the wall pulled the neck of your sweater up and inspected the marks on your face. Specifically on your lips while you sucked at the bloodied part of your lip. Lightly dabbing at it you sucking your teeth, cursing yourself before turning to the door swinging open.

“Welcome home Akaza!”

The black-haired boy didn’t look surprised to see you. Instead, he looked surprised at your state even though you felt like you fixed most of it. Watching him scrutinize your appearance, stopping at your bottom lips. You curled your lips in as though it would hide what was already seen. 

“What happened to your lip?!”

You chuckled nervously,” I bit it–on accident. Is it that bad?”

Adding the extra question you hoped would dissuade him from asking more. Instead, the second year marched further inside the home nonchalantly dropping his bag at the door; leaving it to you to pick up. After setting it nicely on a hook you came into the kitchen where your adoptive son was clutching at the tracksuit of your long-haired neighbor, practically growling in his face.

“How’d I know this parasite would be here?! Oi oi, you listening to me punk?! What’re you doing here!?”

You held the bridge of your nose. That twisted face and tensed posture matched the reports made by so many teachers. You knew this wouldn’t end like those situations in the past. Not if you had any say about it. Not that Illumi was going to let you.

“I think you know why.”

“GGRRRR!”

Akaza quickly reeled back to punch him only for your neighbor to dodge, and swiftly unlatched Akaza’s hand maneuvering him into the perfect position for a headlock. You figured it’d be best to end this now before one of them actually hurts the other.

“Akaza. Illumi. Break it up.”

The teen growled again reeling his fist in an awkward position. Illumi didn’t release him, anticipating the punch.

“Now, Akaza!”

The teen shook his head as he stomped away, avoiding eye contact with you. He headed up the stairs occasionally sneering as he made eye contact with the man standing unharmed and defiantly in the kitchen. Letting out a sigh you let your neighbor come in close as you apologized. 

“I’m sorry about him. I’m sure you know how he feels about you.”

Illumi didn’t bother sharing your worried gaze at the steps. Only intensely staring at you. As he usually did.

“Is that where you’re going this afternoon? To the principal’s office, again?”

Crossing your arms, you already recognized the annoyance in his voice.

“Yes again.”

“You’ve had 6 meetings this month alone. And they all happen on the evenings that are usually dedicated to us.”

You shrugged. “Yes well, that’s just the reality of it.”

“Isn’t there a seaside school you–”

The glare on your face made Illumi quiet himself. Clearly, the mention of that option was entirely off-limits. It’s exactly what he feared.

“Sorry. Maybe a meeting at the end of the month can be negotiated?”

“Unless you can convince Akaza to keep his confrontations to the end of the month, then I don’t see that happening.”

Illumi didn’t groan because he doesn’t groan. Instead, he crossed his arms to stare off to the side. He waited for you to hug his waist, shoving yourself through his locked arms to hold him tight. You enticed him to look at you, smiling when he finally did. 

“Depending on how this meeting goes you can come with us during our victory meal.”

“As if!”

No longer in his uniform, Akaza had returned. Looking disgusted at the affection you two displayed, he donned his shoes again and stood impatiently near the door. The teenager had you swallowing laughter, how could a little delinquent (as he portrayed himself to be) still be so polite? Despite his words, he was waiting patiently for you and he hadn’t gotten physical since he returned downstairs. You’d consider that progress.

“Well maybe during our consolation dessert?”

“Nuh Uh! Your boy toy is just awkward maybe if he didn’t stare at you like you were his dinner I wouldn’t mind.”

You couldn’t hold back your laughter at his assessment, letting a cheeky smile spread on your face. Hugging Illumi tightly you kick up your foot to playfully bat your eyes at Akaza, delighting in the little twitch his nose makes when he’s angry.

“Awww~are you jealous?”

“Blegh! Get a room you creeps!”

“Hahaha.”

Releasing your boyfriend you went over to your son, scratching his hair affectionately before reaching for your coat and shoes. You smile at Illumi encouraging him to leave with you two as you pull out your keys.

“Well then maybe we’ll go see a movie together instead.”

Looking down to lock the outside of the door, you’re vaguely aware that the two of them are speaking. But you don’t pay any mind, you figure it’s a thing they feel like must be done. Talking about territory, counseling books would usually reprimand this kind of thing but Akaza was no doormat and neither was Illumi. It was actually emboldening to think you’d find someone capable of going head to head with your self-proclaimed bodyguard. And even better he was just next door. 

“Yeah, get running track boy.” 

“Don’t call me boy, boy.”

“Yeah yeah get off our lawn!”

You didn’t bother fighting them—this was a peaceful interaction more so than the others they’ve had and you could focus on starting the car while you waited. A few more insults were thrown back and forth between the two of them; finally ending when Akaza slammed the side of the door into the passenger's seat. Only then did you send him a look that had him reopening and closing the door—softly this time. Smiling at him you rolled your window to shout to Illumi,” I’ll text you afterward about what we’re doing.”

Illumi only nodded, watching still as you smiled and waved then you were speeding off. Didn’t want to keep the principal waiting any longer. 

_____________________________________________________

“Aka, don’t you think this is a little…excessive.” You finally allowed yourself to speak normally, now that you both were leaving the empty school. Your son also seemed to relax, putting his hands behind his head as he walked alongside you.

“No. I’m doing it for her. Those bullies made her transfer, it is all their fault.”

He skipped ahead to open the driver’s side for you. Ever so polite you shoo him away back to the passenger side. Back in the car, you sent a wave to the principal who stood concerned while watching you drive off. 

“I know but you couldn’t have a witness or someone recording you defending her?”

Akaza sunk into his seat, sulking a little. You weren’t trying to bring him down but you figured if you offered some playful jabs he’d get your point.

“Like that blonde kid! What’s–his–name is clearly high all the time, I’m sure you could pay him off to back you up.”

You spared a glance from the road, catching the laugh he tries to hide. He rolls down the window letting his hand get pushed by the wind being cut through by your speeding car. 

“Douma is too popular for that kind of thing.”

“But he seems to like you enough.”

“He’s just a masochistic freak. Totally get’s off on the way I hate him.”

“Well don’t flatter yourself.”

“I’m serious–”

You two continued to talk as you’ve always done. When you first met him, he was some flea-ridden kid who you’d caught breaking into a neighbor’s house across the way. Come to find he was trying to pawn off what he stole to afford medicine for his father. You’d seen this kid get caught by the police before and to say they weren’t fond of him was an understatement. In an impulsive rush of good will you decided to be a an anchor for them–coming over with food and necessities. Soon you were paying for school supplies and signing for field trips. You were more than happy when the state offered for you to tak him in. Ever since you’ve been the guardian to a troublesome boy with an inclination for using his fighting spirit to solve all his problems. 

While you had no regrets about taking Akaza there was a glaring issue of your dying social life. Being in a small district for the school, meant familiar faces and a lasting reputation. While no one seemed to hate you for your son’s…unconventional problem-solving, they weren’t eager to get to know you. Those that were–usually romantically—would also start running because of some unknown force your son.

They were scared. 

You understood but it didn’t make anything better. Both you and Akaza only had each other and the few people who were crazy enough to interact with you. One of those being your new neighbor. 

“So icecream or churros?”

“Do you even have to ask?”

_____________________________________________________________

Watching the familiar car drive away from the entrance of the school parking lot, from his phone Illumi clicked it off. Looking back up at the blubbering woman and their teen, expecting something. 

“You stopped.”

The woman nervously brought her hands to smooth over dyed hair, hiding the silver strands that imminently began to appear. 

Shakily coughing she continued, “Right, well as a major donor to the school I’m sure they value me and my son’s opinion quite a lot. It’s nothing personal really—in fact we can make a donation in your name to support such a…troubled kid.”

Illumi didn’t care what she had to say. He has listened to hundreds of seedy or innocent targets try and rationalize their lives. Those in particular, that were lucky enough to get the chance to bargain. Just as usual nothing they offered was worth the pay. 

“Alright I heard you out.”

Unsheathing the needles from his cashmere classic coat, unbothered by the screaming family in front of him. Now he was thinking about who’d he’d kill first? Who was he kidding, he’d been trained to kill them all at the same time. He briefly thought of how inefficient he was when he hadn’t gotten his fill of his fiance. 

“WAIT! What if I got you a new principal!? Someone that could wipe his record! That’d be good ri—!?”

Illumi wasted no time flinging the needles into their necks. Their tied forms going limp on  the floor. That was a great idea, it’d be easier to orchestrate the vacancy of the principal than convincing his fiance to depart with their misfit boy. It’d be even better if the newly appointed  principal could avoid scheduling meeting on the days dedicated to pampering his fiance. 

Wordlessly the corpse of the woman rose like the undead. Standing, twitching occasionally the  corpse moved past Illumi with a mission. 

Illumi turned to join, stopping at a rock song coming from his phone. Letting his puppet unlock their phone, following through with their prior promises; he busied himself with the realization of his phone’s latest feature. The icon of a locator app took up his screen, his fiance’s face adorably holding up a piece sign above the car moving through the map. 

Illumi wasn’t aware that his love had, organized this app on his phone. Let alone made the . ringtone an obnoxiously inappropriate song. Still, he couldn’t find it in himself to undo the effect. It was like his gifts. 

Secret and made for surveillance.

Recognizing the route, he sent a message to his contact there. Illumi texted his fiance, reminding them of their prior offer. Perhaps this evening would still be salvageable; that is if that child would allow it. 

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Akaza was planning a murder. 

He’d done his best to keep chatting with his guardian, distracting them from their vibrating phone. No doubt the leech trying to get their attention Long enough for him to silence their phone when they got gas. He’d hope that’d be the end of it. Have his churro–icecream-monstrosity while watching the latest movie for him to laugh at with the only person in his corner. 

But no. 

He couldn’t have that. 

Not with the leech, conveniently being at the theater after they got their tickets. Pulling his guardian into his side while he collects the ticket for the open seat next them. Instead of his parent already turned to snark to him throughout the movie, they were whispering in the ear of the neighbor. Whispering and laughing with the man who was staring blankly at the screen, probably not even watching. The frozen section of the dessert in his hands, melting was just an omen to the night ahead. 

Instead of raving about the movie and they’re parent talking about their favorite parts, Akaza was forced to listen to the flirting of the two adults. Watching his parent pull at the man’s hands asking all the questions that usually would be asked of him.

“What do you mean you weren’t watching?”

“I was too busy looking at you. I didn’t care for the movie, really.”

“Don’t say that, there’s got to be something you like-”

“You.”

“Illumi, I’m serious!”

It wasn’t so bad when they relented to Illumi taking everyone out to eat. It was worth it to see the apathetic man silently accept the addition of Akaza to a restaurant of his choosing. Part of what Akaza hated about Illumi was his lack of emotions or rather the lack of displaying his emotions. Those wide black eyes bigger than olives always staring at his parent with insanity. The man’s strange movements that made him look like a puppet. The very rare smile that has people screaming in public. 

He didn’t know what his guardian saw in him.

Or why Illumi was so dedicated to dating them in turn. Akaza knew he was intimidating enough to scare the people not worthy for his parent but nothing was working. When it came to Illumi the doll-like man seemed all together unphased. More often then not he was making his own veiled threats. 

Akaza knew this angle, well. Others have tried to slink their way, whispering grand ideas of sending him to boarding or military school. But everytime his parent had shut them down, usually sending them away the minute they pushed the point. Illumi was much closer, literally and emotionally. Too many times had he found the neighbor making his parent bashful or stare at their phone in anticipation for a call from him. 

Unfortunately it doesn’t seem like he’s going away any time soon so it was better to lay the law down now. He waited until (Y/n) had left the table, waving over their shoulder as they left for the bathroom. 

“Look stalker, what’s your end goal? Sex, half their estate, you might as well come clean now.”

The pale man’s face showed no indication that he was alarmed or that he was listening at all. It wasn’t until his small lips curved and twisted into something wide and frightening. People around were whispering and a child was crying somewhere. This man was like nothing he’d dealt with before.

“What I want,” Illumi laughed, “has been clear from the start. I have nothing but the best intentions for (Y/n).”

Akaza sneered,”Yeah right. I find it funny you consider…getting rid of everyone they occasionally mention as a problem.”

Illumi cocked his head to the side. The leak of information makes him wary of keeping the boy alive at all. Instead he’ll make a note to handle those listening later.

“You know of my occupation?”

Akaza sighed,”Anyone who lives next to you knows. The thriving garden, the burner phones, and the way you talk about anatomy it’s just too weird.”

“I told you I was a docter, did I not?”

“I looked for your name in the medical registery, there is no Illumi Reldyck. I checked. There is another identity with your name but there’s no online footprint and I’m guessing you paid someone off for the fake certificate.”

The teen had him cornered. He did decide to lighten up considering the man’s hands reaching under the table for something. The thought of him reaching for a weapon did cross Akaza’s mind and he was glad for the pocket in his bubble jacket. Flashing it’s insides, and the insurance he carried as he brought his arms to rest on the back of the booth. 

Illumi was no longer smiling, “I believe I underestimated you.”

Nothing more needed to be said as their food was finally brought by a shaking waiter. The glares exchanged across the table dissipating as (Y/n) finally returned. 

“Glad you two didn’t bite each others heads off!”

Illumi leaned into them, “You told me you would hate it if I did that so I didn’t.”

Akaza sighed,”And I know you’d prefer it if I didn’t beat your boyfriend to a pulp in public. I know better.”

(Y/n) shook their head at the both of them before digging into their meal. For now Illumi and Akaza would be civil, it wouldn’t help anyone to fight in public with all these witnesses around. They’d wait until later to sort one another out. 

Where they wouldn’t be held back by the person they were fighting over. Or the police. Or investigative hunters. Or the organization of slayers.

Yeah they’d have to wait. 

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Illumi treated his wounds with the precision an assassin should have. Using his trained eyes to properly stitch at the gash in his leg. He was far removed from the process, after all it’s been years since he allowed himself to agonize over the searing feeling of pain. Instead he preferred to let his mind wander (as it often did ) to the one he endured these very wounds for. 

Despite their inadvertent hand in creating more strain on his body for his next mission, he couldn’t help but let his obsession with them consume even more. To think even a child they hadn’t birthed themself was already strong enough to be an obstacle to a trained assassin. It only proved how perfect (Y/n) was just for him. 

He’d long ago gotten the approval from his parents and eventually the entire family. Sharing a fraction of his extensive dossier about his fiance. They retracted their interest after the 50th page but Illumi didn’t mind. For once he valued the private appreciation he discovered when he first happened upon them. 

It was a minor interaction. One that Illumi would have ignored on the route to a mission. They had smiled while passing by; a nice gesture they did on an especially good days. The assassin didn’t mind at the time. Many very observational citizens might notice him but very few actually acted on it. He didn’t care…at least not at the time. He did care when he found his mind flashing the image of their smiling face while he stabbed the needle into the subject’s heart. 

At first it aggravated him that his attention was divided because of some random person. From a distance he could tell they weren’t particularly strong or highly intelligent. Yet he found himself in a department store’s camera room going through the footage of the sidewalk. Taking the seconds of the meeting on the recorded tape, he began his investigation. His…colleague often spoke about getting enjoyment from his time with people of interest. That’s all he’d call his growing interest at the time. That’s what he’d call it. Even if his investigation had been going on for five years now—he was convinced it was just for an experiment about enjoyment. Escalating from their route to work, to their home, to their room. He watched the raggedy child become a member of their home. Watched them send the delinquent to school. Watched them cut their hair. Watched them crash their car. Watched them go to physical therapy.

Watched them get farther with a lover they’d ever had. He hated that part.

That was when Illumi felt the desire to get involved. To finally introduce himself. To show them the love none of their past flings could properly pretend to show. After a talk with his parents he stationed himself in (Y/n)’s neighborhood. It took a short while to rid the house next to theirs but when he did, everything just fell into place. 

Well almost everything. 

“Thank you for the new job. I was told you had a request for me?”

The voice coming from the burner was calm—the tone of a fellow killer. It was reassuring. 

“The student I informed you about shouldn’t need any guidance. No meetings with them or their guardian unless you confirm it with me.”

The silent static permeating from the phone filled the room. A great background to the alluring  sight through the window. Right across the way was the silhouette of his beloved fiancé, oblivious of his watchful gaze. He couldn’t wait to offer the ring.

“Perhaps I can do more…with the boy…keep him away for awhile longer. Would that satisfy our agreement?”

Illumi let a smile spread on his face as that obnoxious song play on his other phone. The blue light from the window across shining through the sheer curtains. 

“That would be perfect.”

[multi-fan-dom-madness]

Chapter 29: Yaim'la (Second Chances - Hunter x reader)

Yaim'la. adj. comfortable, familiar, sense of "at home."

Chapter Summary: Returning home to Pabu sets you all at ease, and your family more than deserves a break. 

Chapter Warnings: fluff and feelings, some angst, reunions, Crosshair actually letting himself be vulnerable in his own way, suggestive content so 18+ (as is this entire blog)

Word Count: 4,132

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When you wake, it’s with a start. You’d been dreaming of Arien—not of her death, but that time she took you cliff diving. The exhilaration of that controlled plummet lingers in the pit of your stomach now, the dreamscape rush of wind past your ears fading as you surface into consciousness. Leaving your eyes closed, you take stock of yourself, the soreness that still creaks in your joints, the dull throbs of pain in your shoulder and calf, the dried salt on your face. 

You could have sworn you fell asleep still in your Imperial garb (what was left of it, anyways), but as you continue to blindly catalog your surroundings, you realize that you’re in your sleep clothes. Hunter’s left arm drapes over your midsection while his right curls under your head like a pillow, hugging you close to his warm body. His soft breaths puff on the back of your neck. Tears prickle at the back of your throat, and a sniffle escapes you. 

“Mesh’la,” Hunter mumbles, voice thick with sleep. He tightens his hold on you. “I’m here.” 

Eyes fluttering open at last, you find yourself staring at the thin privacy curtain that separates the gunner’s mount from the rest of the ship. The blue light of hyperspace washes over everything from behind you. 

“Didn’t mean to wake you,” you murmur. 

“S’okay,” he says. He buries his head against your back. “S’what I’m here for.” 

With a sigh, you let your eyes fall closed once more as you reach for the hand embracing you. Fresh tears clot in your eyelashes, but don’t fall. To calm yourself, you draw lazy patterns across the skin of his tattoo, tracing the inked lines of metacarpals and distals, stroking the thin scar that cuts across his hand. Hunter presses soft, close-mouthed kisses to the back of your neck, thumbs drawing soothing circles over your own body. A new kind of warmth, one that is cozy and crackles like a hearth rather than stinging like nettles, begins to bloom deep in your chest. 

You shift onto your back to face him. Hunter brushes bent fingers across your cheekbone, featherlight, his gray eyes shadowed as he searches your own teary ones. You rest one hand on his face; his stubble is scratchy under your palm, but his heated skin is a balm. As your breath comes deeper, your lips part, your eyes dropping to his own mouth involuntarily. 

“You’re home,” he says. The catch in his voice makes your heart squeeze. 

Tilting your face up, you press a sweet, chaste kiss to his lips. He cradles the back of your head, his other palm splayed wide over your tummy. 

Pulling back, you rest your forehead against his, breaths mingling. “Was there ever any doubt I wouldn’t make it back?” 

He hums noncommittally. “Wrecker had to restrain me from taking over the ship when you first comm’d.” 

“I appreciate the gesture,” you say with a gentle laugh. “And Echo?” 

“He’s trailing us,” Hunter says. “He stayed back in orbit just in case something went wrong.” 

“Smart.” You thread your fingers through his soft curls, gently detangling the strands as you go. “Thank you for trusting me on this.” 

He breaks the embrace, pulling his face back just enough to make you open your eyes. Searching his gaze, you can’t help the soft sigh of contentment that escapes you. He’s so often hiding behind a mask of strength; but right now, bared to you under the cleansing light of hyperspace, you swear you can read every emotion as it arises in him. He’s still working through the lingering anxiety, if the tightness around his eyes is any indication. The affection that sparkles in his eyes is enough to steal your breath for a moment. But mostly, he looks so much...happier than you’ve ever seen him. Warmth surges within you again. 

“I should be the one thanking you,” he murmurs. 

You blink. “What for?” 

“Giving him a second chance.” You don’t need to ask to know who he means. “For making us—no. Making me see the truth.” 

“I’m all about second chances,” you say with a small smile. 

“Mirjahaal,” he says. “It’s...peace of mind. You’ve helped us all find that. The ability to heal. To have a life beyond the war.” 

“You would have found that on your own,” you say. 

He shrugs with one shoulder. “Maybe. But I prefer it like this. With you in my arms.” 

Heart thudding against your ribs so hard he can probably feel it against his chest, you swallow thickly. “And...is there a word for second chances?” 

Brow furrowing like it always does when he’s thinking, Hunter falls silent. After a long moment, he shakes his head. “If there is, I never learned it. The closest I can think of is jate’kara—luck, or destiny.” 

“Destiny,” you whisper. Withdrawing your hand from his hair, you slide your hand along his face so your thumb trails over his lips, which part under your touch. “I like that.” 

You kiss him again before he can respond. Unlike before, this kiss is needy, desperate. Tilting your head, you lick at his bottom lip, moaning softly when his tongue meets yours. His palm flattens along your back to press you closer, his other hand trailing down your body to hitch your leg up over his hip. You groan quietly against him again. 

He breaks the kiss just long enough to gently shush you. Then his mouth is on yours again, tasting you, consuming you. Tugging on his thick curls, you delight in the shudder that dances up his body under your touch. Heat in your core, already simmering from before, sparks into a low flame. Your hands claw at one another, squeezing muscle and soft flesh, dragging you both together impossibly close, two bodies trying to become one. 

When you shift your hips, his half-hard length presses against your lower belly. 

“Kriff,” you gasp out as you pull apart, panting. Out of reflex, you roll your hips against him. “Hunter.” 

“Mesh’la,” he says, but it’s a warning. One of his broad hands rests on your hips, stilling your movements. “We can’t. Unless you’d like an audience?” 

His tone is playful, but you shake your head, the gravity of the situation quelling the heat in your core. “No. But as soon as we’re able...” 

He squeezes your hip before easing your leg back down to a more comfortable angle. “I promise.” 

Nodding, you tuck yourself under his chin, face half-pressed against his strong chest. For a long while, the pair of you lie there like that, entangled, comfortable. Though still exhausted, sleep eludes you; Hunter stays awake with you, his heart under your ear steady and calming. 

“Cross...told us a bit of what happened,” Hunter eventually says. 

You still in his embrace for a moment. “How much, exactly?” 

“They were trying to experiment on him. He’d tried getting another message out to us and had been sedated probably a few hours before you busted him out.” 

You nod, processing the new information. “It wasn’t just Crosshair they were experimenting on.” 

It’s Hunter’s turn to go absolutely still. His chest ceases its rhythmic rising and falling for a few seconds too long. “What do you mean?” 

Curling in on yourself, you fist the fabric of Hunter’s shirt tightly. “Most of those prison cells held clones. Dozens upon dozens of them are still there. I—” 

“Don’t even say what you’re about to say,” he interrupts, kind but firm. “There was nothing you could have done for them.” 

“I know,” you say, but even to your own ears, your words aren’t convincing. “We did what we went there to do, but was it enough?” 

“I don’t know.” He sighs. “I don’t know.” 

The next time you wake, you’re alone, and hyperspace no longer fills the gunnery windows. Groaning, you push yourself into a sitting position to peer with sleep-filled eyes at the sight out the transparisteel barrier. Mostly, stars drift in the distance, and you catch sight of Echo’s ship a few hundred feet to the port side, but directly below you, a glittering azure planet with dozens of islands and fluffy white clouds comes into view. 

Scrambling out of the gunner’s mount, you rush to the cockpit, the metal floor cold against your bare feet. When the door slides open, each of your family looks up at you with various expressions of welcome, cups of instant caf steaming in their hands. Hunter extends his hand for you to join him. 

You take your place, perched on his lap, and happen to catch Crosshair’s gaze. He simply nods once at you, then blows on his caf, returning his attention to whatever Tech-babble you’d interrupted. 

“—likelihood of this planet being discovered as a refuge is quite low,” Tech says. 

“But not zero,” Crosshair counters. “Not even near zero.” 

“Aw, but it’s so nice,” Wrecker says. “An’ we practically just got here. You should see—”

“Wrecker!” Hunter cuts in. His battlefield voices makes you jump, but Wrecker just rolls his eyes. 

“Yeah, alright.” The big man waves off Hunter’s narrowed glare with a good-natured smile. “But really, Cross, I doubt there’s any planet left in this galaxy that has a ‘near zero’ chance of being found by the Empire.” 

“Wrecker is correct,” Tech says, sounding mildly impressed. “You are, of course, free to make your own decisions, but perhaps there is safety in numbers. At least for now. And especially considering what Hunter shared from your experiences, Nav.” Tech turns, including you in the conversation, his gaze on your left shoulder. 

“Whatever they’re up to in that mountain,” you say, bile rising, “isn’t gonna be good for the rest of us out here.” 

Over the comms, Echo’s voice comes through a little tinny. “Not to mention all the clones stuck there.” 

“Yeah,” you say with a sigh. “Echo, I wanna talk to you about that.” 

“In due time,” he replies. “Let’s get back on solid ground first, eh?” 

“Speaking of,” Tech says, spinning the pilot’s seat around, “we are about to enter the atmosphere.” 

Omega barely waits for you all to debark the ships before she’s launching herself into Hunter’s arms. Behind her, moving at a reasonable pace through the courtyard, are Phee, Shep, and Lyana, broad smiles on each of their faces. You inhale deeply, relishing the warm salty sea air that graces your lungs after so long in the ship. From the top of the ramp, you watch Hunter spin Omega around with a beaming smile, the girl’s giggles music to your soul. Phee greets Tech, the two of them already beginning to step away from the group. Wrecker and Shep shake hands as Shep begins to relay updates from the island. Echo joins the group, letting Omega tackle him as soon as Hunter sets her down. 

Behind you, Crosshair lingers in the belly of the ship. 

“Come out when you’re ready,” you say over your shoulder. “But I promise no one here bites.” 

“Not their teeth I’m worried about,” he replies with a deadpan delivery. Despite it, you think you catch a note of worry in his voice. 

Humming, you shrug. “They only stare when you’re new. And you’re with us, so they won’t  bother you.” 

When he doesn’t answer, you nod and start down the ramp. The warm kiss of sunlight on your skin and the now-familiar cry of gulls on the breeze melts away some of the last remaining anxiety from the mission. Though you hadn’t lied—home is with your family—being back in the safest physical place you’ve ever known certainly feels good. 

A presence at your shoulder makes you turn. You can’t suppress the wide smile that splits your face when you find Crosshair lingering in your personal space, eyes already squinted in a glare. 

“Don’t look at me like that,” he grumbles. 

Raising your hands, palms out in a conciliatory gesture, you face forward again, looking for Omega. 

“Nav!” The girl’s excitement is palpable, her voice echoing off the courtyard walls. She skids to a halt in front of you, eyes shining with tears. “I knew you could do it!” 

Ruffling her hair, you can only chuckle. “Thanks, kid.” 

Her gaze slides from your face to focus on Crosshair behind you. You watch her expression waver between joy and worry, the unintentional half-step back she takes, her fingers nervously fidgeting with a bead bracelet on her wrist. 

“Crosshair,” she finally says. 

“Kid,” he responds. 

Omega’s face settles on joy, and she brushes past you to wrap her arms around her brother. Crosshair grunts in surprise, glancing at you with wide eyes. You jerk your chin at Omega with a roll of your eyes, and only drift away once he tentatively embraces his sister. Tears of happiness well in your eyes. 

Warm arms snake around your middle; Hunter rests his chin on your shoulder. He murmurs, “There’s a nice bakery I think Cross would like.” 

Wrapping your arms overtop his, you huff a laugh. “Won’t Shep be hosting another feast for our return?” 

“Probably,” Hunter says, his warm breath tickling the side of your face. “But last time, he didn’t have those rolls.” 

“Or that meiloorun jelly,” you say, catching onto what his plan must be. 

Hunter hums in agreement. “We could sneak off, go back to our ‘cave’...” 

Excitement thrills in your belly, heart skipping a beat at what he’s insinuating. But there’s something stopping you from agreeing. Maybe it’s the relaxed, contented atmosphere of reunion, or maybe it’s the feeling of really, truly being home, but you don’t want to run off like teenagers and have to rush. You want to take your time. 

“Let me talk to Echo,” you say. “See if he can’t keep them all away from the houses tonight after dinner. We can take a lantern, some sleeping rolls, make a night of it?” 

He kisses your cheek. “Deal. But I still do want that meiloorun jelly.” 

You throw your head back, laughter welling up from deep within you. “Alright, alright. Let’s take Cross with us, though, okay? Need to make sure that when people see him for the first time, he’s not on his own.” 

Releasing you, Hunter comes to stand next to you. His eyes are soft, a gentle smile curling his lips. For a moment, the chatter around you fades away as you gaze at one another, hands slowly twining together. 

Hunter bites his lip. “I—”

“Hunter, Nav!” Omega calls. “C’mon, we have to show Crosshair that thing!” 

Hunter makes a face, but the expression is gone before you can process it, replaced by an easy smile as he leads you over to the rest of the group. “Alright ’Mega, lead the way.” 

She grabs one of Crosshair’s hands and tugs. “Let’s go, Crosshair, come on!” 

He looks like he’s about to protest, but he glances at you and Hunter, and his gaze softens. Letting Omega drag him through the courtyard, the rest of you (except Shep and Lyana, who return home to prepare the night’s welcome home feast) trail behind the two of them through the winding, circuitous footpaths to your small plot of land. Tech and Phee take up the rear of the train, chattering quietly, while Wrecker walks next to Crosshair, pointing out good fruit to eat and the monkey-like critters that play with him sometimes. 

Echo sidles up alongside you, bumping his shoulder into yours. “What were you two planning earlier?” 

Embarrassment floods your body, and you take solace in the fact that Hunter is the only one who can sense it besides you. “Oh, um, just what we want to bring to dinner tonight.” 

With a single raised brow, Echo’s face splits in a devious smile. “That all?” 

“Yes, vod,” Hunter says in a tone that brooks no further questioning. 

Echo ignores the silent warning. “Right. I hope you know how unconvincing that was. So—and I can’t believe I’m the one giving this talk: remember to always use protection and—”

“Echo!” 

Both your and Hunter’s voices ring out, equal parts incredulous and embarrassed, as the man in question simply laughs, moving out of arm’s reach. Probably for the best, you muse, as your first instinct was to playfully whack at his arm. 

“In seriousness,” he says, coming back into range once he deems it safe enough, “I don’t think I said this before, but I’m happy for you guys. Really.” 

You exchange a contented glance with Hunter, a small smile tugging at your mouth. 

“Thanks, Echo,” you say. “And thank you for...well, just being here.” 

“My pleasure.” 

Up ahead, Omega pulls Crosshair to a halt. “Okay, Cross, close your eyes. Yes, it’s necessary. Please?” 

Crosshair heaves a sigh, and you chuckle at the glimpse of the melodramatic man that you’ve heard all the stories about. Nerves suddenly twist your stomach, palms beginning to sweat. Echo hadn’t exactly reacted the way you’d hoped when you showed him your new houses; would Crosshair be the same? 

“He’ll like it,” Hunter murmurs to you, accurately guessing where your mind is going. 

Throwing him a grateful glance, you offer a tight smile. 

“Okay,” Omega says, cutting through your internal worrying. “Everyone else, go ahead, and we’ll follow.” 

You do as requested. Wrecker climbs onto the ledge of the fountain, arms splayed, a massive smile showing all his teeth. With a laugh, you sit on the edge of the fountain on the other side, while Hunter leans against a nearby tree, arms crossed. Phee remains at the edge of the property, letting Tech take his place amongst the rest of you all; he opts to perch on the ledge next to you, pocketing his datapad. 

“Ready, Omega!” you call. 

“Coming!” 

A moment later, she leads Crosshair around the corner. His hand covers his eyes, and from the way his brow is furrowed, you assume his eyes are scrunched shut beneath his fingers. Picking at the hem of your clothing, you watch with bated breath as Omega ushers Crosshair to stand just in front of the fountain, then releases his hand. She scurries to you and crawls into your lap. 

“Okay,” she says, “you can open your eyes now, Crosshair.” 

Slowly, he lowers his hand, then relaxes his face so it’s not so pinched. Finally, he opens his eyes, blinking in the bright, midday sun. 

“It’s a fountain,” he says, deadpan. 

Rolling your eyes, you gesture behind you. “And what else do you see?” 

His gaze flicks up. Watching him as closely as you are, you catch the moment where he stops breathing, expression frozen. “What- What is this?” 

“Home,” Wrecker booms. “Built it ourselves!” 

Crosshair falls silent once more. His piercing, perceptive gaze sweeps over the entire plot that is the squad’s, taking in the central courtyard, the identical stucco houses, the small garden plot that Wrecker has set aside. You fiddle with Omega’s hair, cold worry trickling down your spine the longer he stands there, unmoving. 

Eventually, he takes a step forward. “Which one—?”

“Any of them,” Tech states. “There is sufficient room in each of them for all of us.” 

Crosshair’s gaze meets yours, then darts up to meet Hunter’s eyes. “And I can pick whichever one?” 

“Except for the west-facing bedroom in the leftmost one, yes,” you answer with a lighthearted smile. “Sorry, I got dibs on that one.” 

By the time that dinner comes around, Crosshair has chosen which room he’d like for himself (the west-facing room in the rightmost abode), you’ve all washed up (Shep seems to have gotten the water working while you were all away), Hunter brought Cross to retrieve the rolls and jelly as promised, and the seven of you now settle around the table on Shep’s patio. The sun’s dying rays spill orange across the darkening sky, suffusing the clouds with a comforting palette of colors. Shep, Phee, and Lyana eat at a smaller table nearby, while the rest of you, the entire family, tucks into the meal at your own table. As the food explodes across your tastebuds, head buzzing pleasantly from the berrywine, you simply let the various conversations wash over you. Radiating from deep in your being, where you first started to feel the squad wriggle their way into your heart, comfort spreads a blanket of relaxing warmth through you. 

Crosshair is quiet for most of the meal, but that doesn’t surprise you. He inhales nearly all the food placed before him, but doesn’t touch the berrywine, opting instead for clear, cold water. Echo, for his part, sniffs at most of the morsels on his plate, and regales the table with stories you’ve heard several times now about his time in the 501st. Wrecker and Omega toss food back and forth, trying to get it in their mouths; Tech keeps score. 

Hunter’s hand never leaves your thigh, his thumb smoothing circles over the inside curve of your leg just above your knee. He’s loud, laughing and cajoling with his brothers freely. Every now and then, though, he fixes you with a look so dark, so scorching that your entire body vibrates. Slowly, his hand begins working its way up your thigh—never high enough to arouse suspicion, but the darker the night becomes, the bolder he grows. 

Omega and Lyana had gone inside some time ago, both of them tired and ready for another long day of exploring tomorrow. Phee also bid you all farewell around the same time, retiring to her own abode. Shep kindly offered you all to stay as late as you want before disappearing. 

Berrywine sweet on your tongue, you fidget in your seat. Hunter squeezes your thigh, his strong fingers caressing your skin, and a shiver runs up your spine. 

It doesn’t go without notice.

“Cold, Nav?” Echo asks, a shit-eating grin on his face. 

You stick your tongue out at him. “Not as cold as your heart, Echo.” 

“That’s a low bar,” he says with a laugh, cheeks rosy, clearly as affected by the alcohol as you are. “Considering my heart’s made of metal these days.” 

The table falls silent, despite Echo’s continued grin. You try to stifle a chuckle behind your hand, but it comes out as a very unattractive snort. 

“Oh, yeah, sure, laugh at the disabled guy,” Echo teases. “I could still kick your ass in a fight and you know it.” 

That only makes you laugh harder. With a chuckle, Hunter stands and, pulling you with him, effortlessly dips to hoist you over his shoulder. You squeal. Blood rushes to your head as you hang upside down. 

“I think it’s time to get this one to bed,” Hunter says, his voice rumbling against your legs and chest where you’re draped over him. 

“No fair.” You pout your bottom lip though he can’t see it. “I can walk by myself, you know.” 

“This will be faster,” he counters. “G’night, everyone.” 

A chorus of “goodnight” rises from the rest of the squad, your own squawk a moment behind. Hunter carries you down the mountain footpath until he reaches the main street, where he sets you down. You stagger, dizzy from disorientation and the drinks, giggling. 

“C’mon,” he says, tucking you under his arm. “Let’s go home and get you sobered up.” 

“I am—” You hiccup “—sober!” 

Hunter looks down at you, cocking one eyebrow. 

You roll your eyes. “Fine. I’m tipsy, that’s all.” 

“Well, tipsy isn’t sober, and until you sober up, we can’t go to bed,” he says. 

“Since when?” 

“Since right now.” 

“You made that rule up.” 

He chuckles. “I am the leader.” 

You hiccup again. “Still, it’s a dumb rule.” 

“Oh really?” he says, a grin now spreading over his face. “In that case, I guess I should tell you the real rule.” 

You’re just this side of sober enough to realize that he’s tipsy as well, two spots of color high on his cheeks, his eyes beginning to glass over. But he looks so carefree, so relaxed, so young, that you can’t help but play along. 

So you playfully gasp. “You lied to me before?” 

“Only because we were around other people,” he says, “and I didn’t want to be rude.” 

Brow scrunching, you frown. You don’t recall walking past any other village residents, but maybe you’ve just been too enraptured by the way his mouth moves when he forms words to notice. “Why would a rule make you rude?” 

“Because,” he says in a stage-whisper, “the real rule is that until you sober up, we can’t make love.” 

That sobers you up. Giddy grin spreading over your face, you speed your pace up, eager to get back home and start burning the alcohol out of your system so Hunter can make good on his promise to you from earlier.

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[hunnythebee]

Do you think you could write a Hunter x reader fic? Please 🙏🏻 I just read your Tech jealousy fic and it was wonderful 😊

Maybe something where the reader gets an anxiety/panic attack while they are on the island because she thinks it's just too perfect? She doesn't know how to handle normal, domestic life since she has never had that. Just when she thinks she has calmed down, the whole earthquake chaos starts and she has to fly the Marauder to grab Omega. And her hands keep shaking.

It isn't until everything settles down that she breaks down because she's scared. And Hunter finds her hiding and calms her down. All the angst and fluff.

🌺🌺🌺

Hello! I love this idea. Writing this came fairly naturally to me, as I myself deal with a fair amount of anxiety and panic attacks. I hope you like it! ❤️

Fic below the cut.

Vulnerable

1.5k words - first person - gender neutral

After being on the run from the Empire for so long now, the concept of relaxation is foreign to you. When you and the Batch reach Pabu, the excess of adrenaline in your body becomes a problem.

Tags & Warnings: Hunter x Reader, Hunter x gn!reader, established relationship, Fluff, Angst, Spoilers for Season 2 episode 13, panic attacks, crisis, shock, anxiety, crying

Ever since landing in Pabu I’ve had conflicting thoughts and feelings. On one hand, Pabu was paradise. Everyone else seemed so at ease and peaceful. It was small and tranquil with limited resources, definitely not the kind of place the Empire would care about. But then why… Why was I shaking so much? Why was my adrenaline pumping as though I needed to be ready for an attack? It made no sense. Even Hunter looked relaxed. I had excused myself from dinner, needing a quiet moment to collect myself. But that quiet moment had deviated from its intended purpose. Now I was sitting on the floor of the Maurauder, knees tucked to my chest, whilst shaking violently. Tears threatened my eyes but never fell, instead just stinging them as my heart rate rose violently and my chest heaved. I clutched at my sides, feeling as though if I didn’t that I would rip in half. My heart was hammering so loudly in my ears that I didn’t hear the hatch open or hear him come in, but there he was. Knelt in front of me was Hunter, care and concern flooded his beautiful golden eyes as he examined mine.

“I ca–can’t stop… please. Make it st-stop.” I choked out as the tears began to fall. My body shook violently and he moved so quickly I didn’t realize what was happening until it had happened. He had sat down on the ground with me, with his legs spread open, grabbed me by my waist and pulled me into him. Now I was cradled gently against his chest. 

He gently ran a hand along my back while repeating a mantra of “It’s okay baby, I’ve got you.” I wrapped my arms around him and buried my face in his neck. I made myself focus on him, rather than the thoughts racing through my head. I focused on his breathing and the scent of his skin. He was always so warm and comforting. Slowly, my body stopped shaking and the tears stopped flowing. I took a long deep breath and sat up in his arms.

“Thank you…” I always told him that after times like this, and he always responded the same way.

“You don’t have to thank me. I’ll always be here for you,” Hunter kissed my wet salty cheeks, then my nose, and lastly a soft kiss on my lips. I sighed, feeling so emotionally drained from the attack. I relaxed back into his chest and he held me tighter.

“We don’t have to go back right away, right?” I asked hoping he would tell me we could stay a little longer.

“We don’t have to go back at all tonight, if that’s what you need,” he responded thoughtfully.

I closed my eyes and felt a weight fall from my shoulders, “Okay.”

I loved the island, but it was too much too fast. The familiarity of the ship, our home, was what I needed right now. And having the man who loves me most in the galaxy here to be with me for as long as I needed made it complete. It would’ve been perfect, except for when he tensed up beneath me. I knew what that meant.

“Something’s wrong,” he stated, “Stay here and keep your comm on. I’ll be right back.” He gave me a quick kiss and then hastily left. My ease was dissipating, knowing that Hunter was sensing danger was chipping at the newly found peace. I sat on the floor, in the same spot he had left me in, clutching my comm. I prayed he wouldn’t use it, that he would appear at the hatch again telling me that it was just something small and trivial. But I knew him, and I knew his sense didn’t work like that. If it was enough to make him leave, then it was big. The shaking was starting again, and I tried to calm it. I focused on my own breathing, which was starting to work. That is, until I was interrupted by the ship shaking violently. I yelped as I grabbed onto a nearby seat and pulled myself into it. By the time I had fastened myself into it the shaking had stopped. I activated the commlink “Hunter?! What in kriffing hell was that?!” My voice gave away how panicked I was. Another tremor shook throught the ship, this one was bigger than the last. The Maurauder groaned and creaked threateningly as it swayed from side to side. The ship stopped shaking, but I didn’t. I heard the comm in my hand yelling my name. It was Hunter. He sounded out of breath, like he was running.

“It’s Omega! I need you to fly the Maurauder to her. A tidal wave is coming and she’s out there still!” When I heard him say Omega needed help my body moved instinctively. I had flown with Tech’s instruction before but never on my own, but that didn’t matter right now. I sat down in the pilot’s chair and flipped the switches to bring the ship to life with trembling fingers. I had to ignore my panic and my anxiety right now, Omega needed me. Hunter needed me. I grabbed the controls with my shaking hands and the ship took off. It wasn’t the best flying but it got the job done. I followed the ping of Omega’s comm on the radar. I called her over the comm to let her know I was close.

“I’m almost there, just keep running. I’m dropping the line. Just grab on when I get to you.”

“Okay. Just hurry. Please!” She sounded so scared. I could see the huge wall of water careening towards the island. Then I saw her. I brought the ship down and deployed the cargo line.

“We’re on! Go!” She yelled over the comm. I pulled the ship up out of the way just in time. Dark, angry water swirled beneath us. I wanted to go check on her, but I knew I probably looked frantic so I just let body autopilot us back to the island. My body was vibrating by the time I landed. Omega and her new friend got off the ship as soon as I touched down. I just sat at the controls. My hands were still gripping the steering so tight that my knuckles were turning white. I couldn’t move. I couldn’t think. I was shaking violently and my stomach was in knots. It wasn’t until a few minutes later, when I heard Hunter calling my name, that I even moved a muscle. 

“I–I’m he-here.” I tried to yell back. Hunter came rushing into the cockpit to find me. He grabbed me up from the chair and pulled me into a bone-crushing hug.

“Thank you, thank you for saving her… I don’t know if I could have made it in time…” he pulled back to see my face. I must have looked awful because he became much gentler, still holding me tightly. “It’s all over now. Everyone’s safe. We’re all okay. You were amazing.”

My body collapsed. The fatigue caught up to me finally. Hunter scooped me up in his arms and brought me to his bunk. He placed me on his bed and crawled beside me, holding me gently against his chest and soothing me. My body was so exhausted from the panic and adrenaline that I passed out quickly once I was laying down.

While fading in and out of sleep I thought I heard him talking softly with someone, but I didn’t make out what they were saying. I was just happy he was still here. When I woke up officially, it was morning. Hunter was still by my side.

“Good morning sweetheart.” He greeted me with a long soft kiss. I hummed happily at the tenderness.

“Good morning…” I blinked sleepily at him. Memories of the prior night started coming back to me. “How is the village?” I asked.

He sighed and ran his hand through his hair. “It’s… not good. Nearly all of lower Pabu was affected. It’s gonna take awhile for them to rebuild.”

I noted a look in his eyes when he said that last bit. “Hunter?”

“Hmm?” he responded nonchalantly.

“Did you… do you want to stay? Help them rebuild?” I asked.

He took a long moment, his face stilled with deep contemplation. Finally, he answered.

“I… I think I do. If that’s okay with you?” He admitted.

“I think… some time spent not on the run might do us all some good. And it’s not that I don’t like it here… I’m just… I’m not used to a place being so peaceful with no catches. But I think, after a little while, I’ll get used to it.” I offered him a small smile. He returned the smile and leaned in to give me a kiss. This man really loved me, and I him. Hunter got out of the bunk and stretched. Then turned and offered me a hand.

“Let’s go tell Shep the good news,” he sounded so happy.

I let out a small chuckle as I took his hand and stood up, feeling extra sore. “He’s going to be so happy, you know that right?”“I think we will be too,” Hunter said, leading me out into the sunlight.

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Do You Want Me to Brush Your Hair?

Pairing: Hunter x GN!Reader

Summary: You've had a long day, with med jobs taking you all over and spreading you pretty thin, and by the time you're back at the Marauder it's already terribly late at night. You want nothing more than the comfort of your boyfriend Hunter, and the moment you hear those magic words, you know that he's going to help you rid yourself of the stressful day you've had.

"Do you want me to brush your hair?"

Warnings: Established Relationship, Hair Brushing, Fluff

Word Count: 1,698

A/N: Hello! As promised the other day, here's the little fluff Hunter fic I said I was working on! It is very, very self-indulgent, so if you're not into any of the tags used on ao3, feel free to skip out on this one. Otherwise, I hope y'all enjoy it, and be sure to let me know what y'all thought!