Echo Has A Z-6 Rotary Blaster Cannon On His Armor That Says ‘For Hevy’ In Aurebesh

Beautiful 

The protectors of Ryloth…

Pose references from PhelanDavion, here and here.

AU where Crosshair came home at the end of season 1 I guess ROFL

“this armor is the best” “no this armor” i think we all know the correct answer here ✋🏻

The Bad Batch, deleted scene ep 107

Since the Batch stole Crosshair’s backpack, how much do you wanna bet that we’ll get a scene in season 2 where it’s accidentally knocked over, and the main item that spills out is the photograph of the entire Batch that we saw in episode 1?

Echo pinup for y’all

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Star Wars: Revelations Tech x Natelyte

Now Revised

This is the first sexual encounter between these two characters in a series I am writing based on the aftermath of TCW.

I revised this encounter because after re-reading it a few weeks later it did not capture the vision that I have for the start of their romantic relationship.  

WARNINGS: Rated MA +18, Explicit, NSFW, P in V sex, protected sex, during office hours, Auralism (sound kink), recorded encounter, feelings.  

5K Words.

Norslyr Translations

Sonval: Sun drop in Afrikaans

Sonskyn:  Sunshine in Afrikaans

Lokacinka: your turn – Hausa

taa ya nyota: starlight – Swahili

Zub da hasken rana a cikina: Pour your sun flares into me - Hausa

Haskaka ni da farin dodo: Spark me with a white dwarf (baby) – Hausa

Gee nog een uitbarsting my sonskyn:  Give one more eruption my sunshine – Afrikaans

Star Wars: Revelations: Tech x Natelyte

Tech turns on his helmet audio function to listen to Natelyte’s special recording.  The audio is Natelyte masturbating, moaning, and whining his name as she uses a high-powered vibrator on herself.  

“Tech...!”  She whimpers.  His eyes widen at the sound of her voice calling his name.  This recording was unexpected, it appeared in his room upon the Solar Scourge before leaving to complete a job.  Tech knew well enough to listen to the audio in private in case it was something meant just for him.  Nat’s voice breaks again as she nears release.  

Tech checks over his shoulder to confirm the door is locked and proceeds to remove his cod piece.  He takes it a step further and removes all his armor except his helmet, he lays out on his bed. He pulls up innocent images of Natelyte on his screen to look at as he strokes himself.  Tech isn’t one to take this kind of time to himself while on a job; but the crew are already on their way to return to Norsik.  He isn’t going to be needed anytime soon.  Tech let’s out a groan at the lack of fluid friction he could do to himself alone.  He grabs a sock from his bed side and slicks his cock with lube and proceeds to jerk himself with the sock around it.  The vibrator takes on more of the volume in the background of Nat’s whimpering.  Tech begins to visualize how she does it to herself, just from this audio clip alone he can deduce that Natelyte is more about clitoral stimulation than penetration.  

“Make you...cum on my piece...”.   He goes on babbling about all the dirty things he wants to do to Nat.  

“Nat...!”  He yelps at the violent ejaculation that glazes the inside of the sock.  Feeling himself need more of her to get his nerves right he continues listening to Nat.  Her voice breaking in high pitches that he has never heard her voice achieve before, at least not around him.  

“Tech.!  Oh, I miss you already.”  She coos, he can envision the devious smile on her lips.  Then she orgasms whining his name.  He sits up tossing the sock to the floor.  

“She’s so enthralling”. He sighs still thinking about Natelyte.  All the things he wants to do with her...and too her.  Thinking of the moans and whines she let out while calling his name, the actions she took to make this for him.  It all started so innocently, she is making it clear that she’s not teasing anymore, she wants Tech.  

Both of these geniuses make a schedule nearly every morning to let the others know when and where they will be throughout the day so if and when anyone needs their help, they can always find them based on the schedule.  When they put it together that they both do this type of time management technique they began to plan their days to intersect every now and then just to get some time to work together, take breaks that overlap with one another’s time. Then one day, Tech cleared his schedule and he sent just ‘Natelyte’ for the whole day, to not only her but to everyone in the crew.  When she saw this, she too just wiped the day away and plastered Tech’s name across the planner and they went out together for the day doing fun things instead of work.  Then this job came up a few weeks later and he had to go with the Scourgemen, she slipped this audio recording in his room before they departed.  Now he isn’t going to hold back what he wants to do with her.  Natelyte is a beautiful and intelligent woman, a rebellious danger, something he admires most about her.  The ship came out of hyperspace, Tech redresses and went out to the bridge.  The crew is eager to get back to the surface to see their perspective counter parts.  None of the women came along for this delivery job, it wasn’t out of disinterest, they just have much more pressing matters that require their presence to maintain at present.  Hunter walks out onto the bridge to oversee the dissent to the surface being performed by Wolffe.  He looks Tech up and down with a sly grin and a raised eyebrow, knowing full well that Tech is a horny little bastard right now.  Tech shrugs the look off, at least he is getting something from his girl.  

The crew land at the platform and Tech was off the ship and dashing towards Natelyte’s office building.  Assuming she would be walking from that direction, he turns a corner and there she is.  Her face brightens with a smile to see him alive and in one piece.  They briskly walk towards each other and embraced.  Their armors clad against each other couldn’t stop the feeling of the other’s warmth.  

“I listened to your message.”  He says with a soft smile.  

“Oh ja?  Did you enjoy it my sonval?”  She asks and leans into him with her breast plate more against his chest plate.  His hands move further down her back to hold her more closely.  

“I loved it so much that I want to participate with you my sonskyn.”  He rasps lowly in her ear and nibbles at her lobe, wasting no time as always.  Nat breaks away from him still grasping his hand to walk to her office together.  They continue to converse about the job he returned from and high lights of events happening on Norsik.  

Her office is open and organized, Nat closes the door behind her and activates the glass clouding feature so no one can see through the glass.  Tech steps forward and cups Natelyte’s face, their eyes transfix on each other searching for the next move.  Nat takes notice of Tech’s posture, now straightened and taller due to the posture correction patch Ottehok slapped between his shoulder blades to correct his hunching.  Their lips connect, her arms wrap around his neck, she introduces her tongue into the mix and Tech hums with delight.  Tech steps forward to press Nat to the glass wall and the kiss deepens, their heat begins to overtake their minds, instinct begins to override logic and focus.  

Heat swells like a roaring star.  

“Tech….”  Natelyte moans when their lip’s part for just a moment.  Her lust lidded hazel orbs focus on his wide brown irises shielded by his specs.  “We should move from the glass.  I heard someone enter the lab.  People can see our figures against the glass wall…”  She speaks with a reluctant smile.  She did not want to pause in the moment, but privacy is priority in regard to this encounter.  

He is a Voider after all.

“Ah well, to your nook then?”  He smirks and pushes his frames up his bridge.  He takes a few steps back to get distance from the glass.  The disinterested look in Natelyte’s eyes is quickly noticed by Tech.  He comes forward to take one of her hands to spin her around the space between them, so her bottom is pressed against a desk that was behind Tech.  “Or I should we continue right here?”  He queries in her ear with his crotch piece pressing against her apex.  

“Ja right here, sonval.”  She mewls as he nips at exposed flesh on her neck.  His hands come down to her thighs to lift her onto the desk.  Her hands push aside monitors and a keyboard to make room for their encounter on the desk’s surface.  Teck kicks away a swivel chair just a foot away from their coupling.  “I’ve always wanted to be taken in this office.”  She lets out as Tech sucks away at her neck leaving hickies carelessly across her supple flesh.  “To be railed by a man of your faculty.”  

“You give me too much credit my taa ya nyota.”  He smiles as his hands come down to unhook his utility harness and comm link.  Nat follows suit and begins to unclasp her armor plating.  They strip down to their under clothes and eagerly entangle once more to explore each other’s forms.  

Natelyte’s full feminine curves draw the attention of his hands immediately.  First her thighs to then fearlessly cupping her breasts.  Her hands roam over his upper body memorizing every muscle groove, feeling his solid frame tensing beneath her touch, she catches notice of his flushed complexion, how pink his ears get when he blushes, it’s adorable.  He is touch starved, ravenous for physical contact of any manner possible, his throbbing member sandwiched between both their thighs is evidence of his physical needs.  His unbashful expression to her acknowledgement of his arousal has him take a moment and clear his throat.  

“Ahem.  With your permission Natelyte, I would like to record our coitus?”  His query is collected and serious.  She knows damn well that Tech exhibits Auralism; where one is aroused by sound; not that just any sound arouses him of course, but just the sounds that he desires to hear when in need.  Hence why he has a habit of recording nearly everything; he does it for his own reasons, from safety to necessity for assignments, for proof or for study.  But of course anything remotely having to do with sex, you best bet it will grab his attention for a moment before he remembers his surroundings and task at hand.  Nat knows all too well he is not referring to just audio recording their encounter, he will be recording everything.  

“Ja, the more angles the better actually.”  She halts her movements across his body and reaches back behind herself to activate a monitor.  Tech’s eyes narrow in bewilderment before she speaks again.  “I can capture more than just the angle of your frames.”  She speaks in a low sultry tone that rivets in his ear canal sending shivers down his spine and goosebumps to rise across his body.  She opens an application that allows her to wake all of the surrounding monitors in the office, activating a recording feature.  The cameras all blink with a red light signaling the start of their first coitus session.  Tech stares in awe at Natelyte’s expanded reach into this kink, and his cock throbs with gratitude.  “Perspective on all sides…”  her tongue slips into an ear, her hands return to his body with a fiery intensity making Tech’s knees weak.  His fingers brush along his goggles to begin recording their steamy encounter, and for Tech to get to work on his sonskyn.   

“May we disrobe?”  Nat nods and lifts the hem of his shirt first; she wants to see what this Techno Master looks like underneath everything.  She is not disappointed.  Tech is sporting a healthy muscle tone, a cog and skull tattoo on a shoulder and left pectoral muscle, several others accented with blaster scars and a stunning set of abs that has Nat bite her bottom lip in arousing admiration of Tech’s physique.  Tech’s hands come back to Nat’s body, he lifts off her shirt and pulls down her pants, panties, and socks.  His darkened brown eyes scan across her chestnut skin, her red curls complement the flecks of green in her brown pools.  Navy blue and crimson red runes line across her body, markings of achievements and lessons she has mastered throughout her life.  Her body is a sculpted masterpiece, Tech is far from being a religious man, but he’d be dammed it he didn’t want to worship the ground that this woman walks upon.  

He worships her in a different manner.  

Tech lifts her left foot into his mouth, slipping her toes between his lips, his tongue sweeping between her toes.  Nat slips onto her elbows to watch Tech do his thing.  He sucks on her big toe and releases it with a pop.  

“That was really nice.”  Nat says with a pleasant smile.  

“Your clitoris looks much nicer…”  Tech purrs planting a kiss to her lips first to then trail down her body.  Kissing each dark nipple, her pierced naval, down to her darkly pigmented clitoris.  Spreading her opening with his thumbs he inspects her coloring; it becomes pinker towards the center, her skin is smooth and tender, with arousal dripping from her.  His hands glide along her thighs, his warm breath fans over her apex, he witnesses her opening contract, the slit rising and falling in a slow motion, his places a slow wet kiss to her button.  Nat’s head falls back, she lowers from her elbows, to lay flat on the desk, she props her legs wide on the desktop.  His hands come up to her torso, pinching and rolling her nipples with his skilled fingers, burring his face between her legs focusing all of his affections on her clitoris.  Slow and featherlight ministrations, spelling his name and number in her folds, drawing all the sinful noises from Nat.

“Aw jaaa…”  She drabbles on babbling words in Norslyr, pleading for Tech to go just a tad lighter when pressing onto her clit.  His hands freely graze along her body, memorizing her form, her curves, down to the last scar.  Heat begins to form in her core, quickly building from Tech’s touching.  She takes one of his hands and sucks on the fingers, drenching the digits with her saliva for her own benefit.  Tech knows exactly what she wants him to do now, and he does it when she releases his fingers.  He fills her opening with one finger with a few pumps for her to adjust, to measure her readiness, and then he adds the second and her moans grow louder.  With raised brows he looks over his shoulder to look at the door, but what does looking at the door solve?  So he reaches up and covers her mouth to hush her lewd noises from prying ears.  Natelyte giggles and sucks on his fingers again whilst hooking a leg over his shoulder to lock his mouth back onto her clit.  “No one can hear us.  Not behind this glass.  I promise...!”  She sucks in air through her teeth and lets out a choked cry, her hips buck against his face.  Nat stands to her feet with Tech plastered against her clit from below.  His brown orbs open wide to take in the sight of her standing over him, hands fisting his hair to pull him into her with more pressure as his mouth opens wide to swallow her pussy.  She pulls on his hair from side to side to have his mouth swipe her opening, his hands come to her ass to hold himself steady on his knees.  Then she gushes with slick from above and he gulps down every last drop like a parched man drinking from a spring.  

The light of the amber screens drapes her body in a golden light personifying her as the physical embodiment of solar radiance.  

Nat’s legs shake, Tech’s strong hands support her at her rump, he pants for air and rises to his feet to seal their lips together.  Tongues dance frantically as she takes in her own taste glistening across Tech’s face.  

“That was an exquisite view, Nat.”  

“Lokacinka.”  She says breathlessly and pushes him down into the swivel chair behind him.  Tech scans the monitors around the room, he rolls the chair pushing with his heels to the center of the room, so each screen has an angle on them both.  Nat smiles with his attention to detail, but now she wants all his focus again on her instead of the technology around them both.  

All.  On.  Her.

Nat crawls between his legs and rubs his clothed bulge straining to be set loose from its prison.  The heat radiating from his crotch is intoxicating, drawing her in, mouth pooling with saliva, with want.  “Take this off.”  She pats his thighs and Tech stands before her and peels off his blacks.  Tech catches this next moment on his lenses, Nat’s eyes wide with shock, and an ambitious smile spreads across her face taking in the sight of Tech’s massive cock.  The veins raised almost perceived as being angry, but Tech is far from any sort of antagonized emotion.  His cock twitches at the first sight of Nat’s tongue darting out to swipe across her lips.  She presses his thighs for him to sit back down in the chair

“Are you hungry my sweet?”  Tech rasps as his hands find purchase in Nat’s thick curls.  

“Ravenous.”  She sighs and wastes no time in drooling over his cock.  She pumps him a few times, feeling the girth, watching a bead of hot precum spill from the tip down the shaft to mix with her saliva to be smear by her chestnut hands along his tan meat.  Sweet soft sighs leave Tech’s chest.  She brings the hot tip to her plump lips and kisses it a few times.  Dragging her lips down the shaft, licking her way back to the tip, slipping it between her lips for her tongue to swirl around the head.  Tasting his early seed and the salt of his skin.  

“Please…”

“Hmm?”  She hums with a full mouth sending vibrations around his solid member making his toes curl at the sensation.  

“Please be sloppy.  Make it loud and messy ta ya nyota.”  His grip tightens in her hair.  Nat knows what he wants, how he wants it, and she will do it only for him.  Nat chuckles with him in her mouth and she slides down his shaft swallowing him whole.  

Natelyte can deep throat.

Tech’s eyes fixate on her motions.  Her head bobbing up and down to suck him from tip to base, nose pressing to his pubic bone, throat expanding and contracting around his cock.  She gags and coughs while still managing to keep him stuffed inside.  She slurps and sucks loudly, her tongue swirls around the head and base.  She has his tip hit the back of her throat; she opens her mouth wider to let the wet sloshing sounds of her throat to echo within the room and fill his ears.

And for the cameras to hear.

Tears fall from the corners of her eyes; Tech pulls her hair to have her face look up at him, snot drips from her nostrils.  He can feel her swallow, it causes her to cough, she pulls off him, so she does not bite him.  As she coughs Tech stands up and takes her hand to have her sit on the desktop again, he separates from her as she wipes her eyes and nose.  Tech reaches down to pick and open a condom from a pocket of his belt and rolls it on.  Natelyte watches him do this and the puzzled look on her face has him smile in slight embarrassment.  

“Is that the fabled con-dom I’ve been hearing about from you Voiders?”  She smiles bringing a hand down to his now covered member to feel the rubbery barrier for herself.

“It is not a fable if it is real, my sweet.”  He smiles whilst cupping her face and kissing her deeply to commend her erotic blowjob.  

“What is a con-dom?”  Her accent while speaking Arubesh made it hard to speak that unfamiliar word.  

“It is a thin latex polyurethane barrier that goes on a male’s member to capture the sperm.”  He smiles at her with a flushed expression.  Drunk with need.  Burning with desire.  Yearning for release.  

“Oh…will it...still feel the same or?”  

“Yes, yes it will still feel the same for you.  I will lose much of the sensation, but it is worth it.  I wouldn’t want to risk impregnating you, Natelyte.”  Their foreheads pressing together, staring into each other’s eyes with understanding and adoration.  

“I could take my own protection.  An after pill.  That way you don’t need to miss out…”  She says pumping his shielded cock, gathering the strange lubricant that covers the outside.  

Tech wants to, he wants to feel her from the inside, her hot moist walls clenching around his throbbing mass.  But he cannot.  He must do it this way, he cannot risk the possibility of spreading his genes among the Norsik population, not even if it is with Natelyte.  

He just can’t.  

Nat sees his internal confliction, then his resolve as he clenches his jaw and lines himself up with her entrance.  Pumping himself and coating his cock with her juices.  “I want to, but I cannot.”  He says and cuts off any more of her pleas as he plunges inside her warm depths.  A loud moan escapes her chest as Tech thrusts inside her a few more times to sheath his piece within her, coating every last inch he has to give with her slick.  Then he holds himself still to look upon Nat, to see her already ruined around him.  Her legs wrap around his waist, her arms tighten around his shoulders, head buried in the crook of his neck groaning from the stretching pleasure of his cock.  

“You feel so good sonskyn.”  He purrs in her ear and begins moving a fast pace.  Every time he bottoms out inside her a beautiful gasp leaves her chest.  The sting of her nails digging into his broad shoulders fuels his need to fuck her harder.  Demanding that he fuck her hard as to wash away her previous thought of the barrier affecting her end of the pleasure between them.  His pleasure is surely dulled, but he uses that dullness as an advantage to last longer.  To fuck her for all that she is worth here and now.

Nat’s heels dig into his lower back, her breathing is ragged, she peels an arm from around his shoulder to vigorously rub her clit.  Tech growls at this action and replaces her hand with his own thumb.  She mewls at the harshness of his touch, she lays flat against the table, her breasts bounce in rhythm of his thrusts.  The monitors all shifting from the weight of his pounding, moving their angles around without touching them, it’s maddening.  

“Don’t stop!”  She cries out as her legs begin to tense around him.  Her hands come down to grasp his forearms to anchor herself to him.  Tech leans back with their arms locked together to press as deep as he can reach within her.  And she cums with a mighty cry as a wave of the most intense internal orgasm crashes within her.  Tech fucks her through it, unable to yield to his better judgement to slow down or cease his movements to allow her to settle once more.  He presses on, heeding her command, doing what she says, what she wants, he’ll do anything, everything for Natelyte’s pleasure.  

She deserves the stars.

Nat’s legs go limp around his waist, his arms release hers and return to the underside of her thighs to keep her legs at his sides.  Her eyes return from the back of her skull and come to refocus on the man fucking her into oblivion.  The aftershocks of electricity brought on by his unyielding movements makes her back arch and body jolt.  She whines his name and praises, how perfect he is, what he does to her, and how he keeps fucking her with a pleasant ferocity.  Her body returns to be flush against him, her hands combing through his hair, licking his neck, biting along his structures, marking him in the same careless manner he had done to her in the beginning.  He lets out sweet moans and sighs at her efforts.  Then Nat pulls herself close to his ear and speaks in a complete wrecked manner that has him obey every next word.  

“Sit in the chair and let me ride you like a wild Scorp.”  

Tech pulls from her and finds his place in the swivel chair quickly to be mounted by Natelyte’s thick thighs.  Her body is so soft and supple, covered in a sheen of sweat that has her glowing in the amber light of the screens.  She lines herself up and sinks down on him quickly to regain the fullness that he fulfills within her.  Tech can feel her entire body working on top of him, all of her weight, her skin, her scent, her muscles.  

“Da rana!  Zub da hasken rana a cikina!  Haskaka ni da farin dodo!”  Nat shouts like a battle cry.  Her movements are rocking the chair, making it squeak with every harsh landing of her hips against his.  The chair begins to feel as though it may break from their use of it.  Tech hopes that it does, all for that camera value.  How hard she can fuck him in return.   Her walls clench around him, her nails dig deeply into his shoulders to then release him and run her hands through her hair.  She leans back to give Tech a full view of the goddess riding him as she takes another orgasm for herself.

“Cum my darling.  Cum all over my cock again.  Take it all for yourself!”  he babbles.  His hands gripping her sides to support her as her bounces begin to become uneven and ill timed.  The tight coil within her snaps and her walls quiver around his shielded cock again.  This time she stops to take it all in, lifting her feet from the ground to have all her weight fully bare down on Tech which he handles with ease.  She sobs into his neck, holding her he stands with her in his grasp to lay on the floor, this will be his last bout, he is nearing his own limit now and wants to ejaculate while drowning in her hazel pools.  In missionary he begins to move slowly, pumping in and out from tip to base, scooping her out with his cock.  Her back arches from the tender aftershocks that sweep across her nerves, which he attempts to drown out with sweet kisses.  

Tech removes his goggles for this last bout, placing them near their heads to continue filming, but he wants to see her face to face.  

Nat is moved by this action, a clammy hand comes to cup his face, fingers tracing along his temple without the interruption of his goggles.  He is handsome.  Her hands come to wrap around his back, a hand grazes over the posture patch between his sharp shoulder blades.  His sweat drips down onto her which she revels in; the fact of knowing how hard Tech works in all aspects of his character in everything he does, it is admirable.  He plants kisses to her forehead and cheeks, nibbles at her neck as his chest falls to rest upon hers.  Natelyte takes a moment to acknowledge how Tech’s frame can easily cage her in beneath him, his heat enveloping her body, his sweat claiming very square inch of her body, as his cock lays claim to her internally.  Tech can feel her depths, no longer limited to physicality, but intellectually, emotionally…he can see it all in her eyes.  How much he means to her, the mark he has left on her brain, her heart, and now all over her body.  

“Gee nog…een uitbarsting my sonskyn…”  He speaks with a heeding tone to what is coming soon.  Nat reaches down to rub her clit, hearing the sounds of their wet skins squelching drives Tech up a wall.  Her moaning increases with pitch, her breathing quickening as she cums again on his cock.  

“Jaaaaa!  Ja! Ja-ah-aah!”  He fucks her again through another deeply felt orgasm which spurs him finally into his own.  

“Ah, yes!  Oh yes!  Karking hell!”  He shouts into the air with quick deep jabs into Nat’s core.  Pouring his unfelt seed inside of Natelyte, a Norse Valkyrie.  As they cum together, they kiss.  

They lay in heaving silence for a few moments before Tech pulls from her and rolls the condom off.  He reaches out for her canteen that had been knocked to the floor from off the desktop earlier and takes a sip for himself then relinquishing the rest of its contents to Natelyte.  She takes a few savoring gulps and hands it back to Tech.  They sit up together and lean against the desk for support.  

“That was awakening.”  Nat chuckles breathlessly looking to Tech for affirmation.  

“I agree.  I wonder how the recording is going to turn out.”  He says dryly and glances down at Nat with a teasing smile.  

“Oh I promise you it will turn out grate after I’m through with it.”

“Just you?  I assumed we would both work on it together…”  His voice cracks from parched vocal cords.  

“I think that is the first time you included someone in your assumption Tech.”  She looks him in the eyes with surprise.  He stares back at her; filtering through his stored memories like a data bank to find any other instance he had done this.   Assuming people already knew what was going to happen but did not know anything until he explained it aloud.  For once he hopes that this assumption would be correct.  Natelyte caresses his cheek fondly and places a chaste kiss to his lips to break his filtering.  “Of course we will work on it together, sonval.”  

Commission done for @valkeakuulas starring the grumpiest and hottest Commander of the GAR

NSFW Alphabet: Sergeant Hunter

A/N: I’m for sure going to hell for this. It was nice knowing you all. As I pass away from crippling embarrassment, I hope you at least find this ~spicy~. You’re all invited to my funeral btw.

Hunter x AFAB!Reader: Breeding Kink, Pregnancy Kink, Exhibition Kink, Somnophilia (not exactly but just in case), Ovulation, Fertility, Masturbation, Bit of Objectification, Unprotected Sex, PIV Sex, Oral Sex (male and female receiving), Just Pure Filth, Lil Doesn’t Know Jack Shit, Please proceed accordingly, MINORS DNI.

A = Aftercare (what they’re like after sex)

Once Hunter gets the hang of it, he is wonderful with aftercare. Sex is incredibly draining to him both physically and mentally and until he can better manage the recovery you might be taking care of him for a bit. He a bit sheepish about that but you don’t mind one bit. You situate him and when he’s bounced back enough he’s eager to care for your every need.

B = Body part (their favorite body part of theirs and also their partner’s)

The general consensus is that Hunter loves thighs, and that’s a big yes. It’s hard to pick just one part of your body to love though. He also loves your hips, your waist—basically your entire midsection. Anywhere that’s pliant and soft.

Your hair and your face are also incredibly alluring. He gets hard just thinking about your smile and he’s completely unashamed to tell you that.

On himself he loves his arms and chest and his hands. They’re strong and broad and they see him through. They’re kind of his reassurance to himself (and others) that he can protect and provide.

C = Cum (anything to do with cum, basically)

Hunter cums hard and he cums a lot—and it’s utterly immobilizing when he does. He’ll be frozen in time, a whimper lodged in his throat as he spends himself over and over until he’s boneless against you.

His favorite place to cum is deep inside you, and his sensuality allows him for a vivid imagination, which makes him cum all the more as he pictures your body taking every last drop of his seed, milking him dry until he’s practically cumming all over again from the thought.

D = Dirty secret (pretty self explanatory, a dirty secret of theirs)

Several dirty secrets for our favorite Sergeant!

Dirty secret #1: Uhm so Hunter is obsessed with you. You’re a literal goddess no matter what you’re doing. He watches you openly and amorously. Especially first thing in the morning when you’re cozy in slumber, curled up all warm and soft against him. You look so beautiful. His hands begin to roam, along the delicate curve of your hips, down to your fleshy thighs and he just barely restrains himself. He wants to wake you up to some good morning sex (100% with your consent of course). There are times—an embarrassing amount of times—he thinks about taking you in your sleep, you stirring with a moan as his cock glides in and out of you. Somnophilia but not quite? He just loves how soft and open you are in sleep.

He gets painfully hard thinking about it, and waiting for you to wake is torturous. At first he’s hesitant to tell you about these intrusive fantasies but he feels his morality is on the line and so he sheepishly confesses it to you, no filter.

You top him right then and there.

Dirty secret #2: He’s got a thing for ovulation—ergo, fertility. He knows when you ovulate and he goes crazy for it. It’s his favorite time to fuck you, for obvious reasons, but also because it’s kind of a magnificent process; your body composition changes and you just feel so fucking good, you look good—just when he thought it couldn’t get any better. He’ll come up from behind and wrap his arms around your waist, plant some heady kisses along your neck and whisper, “You’re ovulating,” in your ear and the hard rasp of his voice and his lips curving into a smirk against your skin makes your entire body shudder with pleasure.

You always ask him, “Yeah? What’re you gonna do about it?”

You already know the answer.

Dirty secret #3: Hunter secretly loves catching wind of you touching yourself. He’ll hear you moan softly in the shower and he knows exactly what you’re doing. It feels wrong to be listening in, his back pressed up against the refresher door with his throbbing cock against his stomach but he gets drunk off your sound and your scent and before he knows it he’s bucking up into his hand and muffling his cries of ecstasy.

E = Experience (how experienced are they? do they know what they’re doing?)

Hunter does not have a high body count. He knows his stuff but his duty as a soldier and his leadership position especially does not necessitate sexual activity. Any romp (if any) he has gotten up to has been short-lived and unfulfilling. Until he met you.

F = Favorite position (this goes without saying)

Couple of go-to’s but missionary is where it’s at for Hunter. He loves looming over you, caging you with his broad arms, dark eyes locked on yours as he rocks into you with unbridled passion. He gets full access to you, your beautiful face contorting in pleasure, your sweet neck he can dive down and kiss and suck as he murmurs how perfect you are for him—also, missionary allows him to grab the headboard for stability when he picks up the pace. ;)

Standing too—he loves standing tall and just fucking up into you as his strong arms hold you taut. And he loves spooning you in the sweet hours of the morning, where he can just hike your leg up over his own and push into you, mold into you.

G = Goofy (are they more serious in the moment? are they humorous? etc.)

He’s pretty serious during sex, pouring all of his focus into the moment. He’s solemnly sweared to love you with every fiber of his being. It’s profound for him.

That being said, Hunter has no trouble letting a chuckle slip for any awkward moments that crop up—he actually lives for those because they center him a bit and remind him how beautifully human you both are.

Furthermore: Hunter can be very playful, reserved more for foreplay before you two really get going. Once he’s mounted you and begins fucking you though it all more or less switches off. He sincerely has to focus or he’ll cum instantaneously. You’re a lot for him.

H = Hair (how well groomed are they? does the carpet match the drapes? etc.)

Hunter definitely has a fair amount of body hair; chest, arms, and a little happy trail down his abdomen. He keeps himself groomed but he’s not going to go out of his way with the upkeep. It’s about that *rugged* look.

I = Intimacy (how are they during the moment? the romantic aspect)

Hunter is an utter romantic. Sex with him is fueled by intimacy—that’s where the substance is. And when he’s rocking so sensually against you, feeling every square inch of your body, there’s nobody else in the world but you and him.

J = Jack off (masturbation headcanon)

Hunter typically doesn’t masturbate, but when he does it’s always within a definitive time window and/or frame of mind. He mostly gets the urge after a hard workout, his endorphins are kicked into overdrive, he’s sweaty and ethereal and he feels powerful; it’s easy for his mind to wander to other ways his strength applies: like when he’s pinned you to the mat after a training session and you’re glowing beneath his might. He thinks about taking you right there—his masturbation always centers around you.

And this kind of plays into kinks (see below) wherein he’s got a competence kink, and so seeing you perform in any capacity really gets him choking out your name as he gives himself a particularly hard tug.

K = Kink (one or more of their kinks)

Breeding. Kink. This man wants to put a baby in you, get you pregnant (after you’ve talked about it extensively of course and it’s something you want) which in turn plays into a pregnancy kink. Seeing you all swollen with his child. Reminding him how strong and capable and breathtaking you are. Knowing he gave it to you so good. It drives him wild. Definitely an overtone of “staking claim” there. And let’s not forget competence kink.

L = Location (favorite places to do the do)

Hunter has gotten frisky in less-than-ideal locations but when time and need are not a factor he prefers a place familiar to him—and private. Like home. Specifically, the bedroom. Sweet sex on silk sheets with just the two of you in between. Pure bliss.

M = Motivation (what turns them on, gets them going)

Honestly? You in your entirety. It’s all you. Your passion, your drive, your spirit. He’s drawn to you from the get-go and when he thinks about his future you’re it. He wants to spend the rest of his life with you, knowing you, unraveling you and growing alongside you.

N = No (something they wouldn’t do, turn offs)

Degradation is a hard no. Hunter will never insult or belittle you for the sake of pleasure—it completely takes him out of it. His goal is to worship you in total mind body and soul. Anything less is simply unfathomable. Also respectfully don’t call him “Daddy”—he wants to be a father so badly that the role play phenomena just feels so utterly disjointed in the heat of the moment. It’s not his forte and makes him uncomfortable. Name calling in general is a bit squicky—pet names or calling him “good boy” is something he generally doesn’t respond well to. Also, no orgasm denial. He can’t handle that and he wouldn’t subject you to that, either.

O = Oral (preference in giving or receiving, skill, etc.)

Will bury himself in your cunt and not surface for hours if you let him. You’re taste is intoxicating and he tells you as much. Going down on you is the only time he will slightly overstimulate you and enjoy it. Your pleasure is his pleasure and so he’ll coo at you to just lay back and let him take care of the rest.

Hunter will let you blow him if you’re really insistent—and it’s usually sweet and controlled, not a sloppy, messy affair. He’s not gonna face-fuck you. He’s content with just caressing your face and hair while he sprawls back and let’s you have a go. You like to purr how pretty his cock and balls are, how much you love him inside you, all the cum he gives you. When you praise him like that it honestly warms his chest so much. Blow jobs are typically reserved for after a hard mission or when you can sense he needs a boost of morale. But also just because you absolutely adore him.

P = Pace (are they fast and rough? slow and sensual? etc.)

A carnal mix of both. Hunter is the Alpha. He almost always starts out slow and sensual with an earthly pace, but his desire for you is ravaging and things quickly escalate to him plowing into you as he takes you to new heights.

Q = Quickie (their opinions on quickies, how often, etc.)

As stated above, Hunter prefers to take his time with you, but sometimes he has wants and you have wants and a quick rabid fuck in the supply closet is all you have time for, but he promises he’s gonna give it to you real good later. Also, quickies with Hunter can be and are usually facilitated by high stakes—close-call missions, the good ‘ole “we-almost-died” fuck, or if you’re just looking particularly fucking sexy out there taking down droids. He’s gonna rock your world.

R = Risk (are they game to experiment? do they take risks? etc.)

Hunter is risqué. It’s part of his MO.

That being said, only to a certain degree—he’s not going to fulfill himself (and you) by putting you in harm’s way. However, Hunter is not above a little sexual exhibition. In fact, anytime he takes you out, in the back of his mind he’s scouring for some place to take you right then and there. It’s cheap thrills.

But as far as things like bondage or weapon play, Hunter is a little less eager. He’s really not into bdsm and it’s very rare that he would let you tie him up, even with just the bandana. He needs to be in control of his faculties at all times. The knife might come into play but only to free you of your clothes. ;)

S = Stamina (how many rounds can they go for? how long do they last?)

Two or three with varying refractory periods. While heightened senses prove to be a hinderance at times, Hunter is a stud and when he’s lost in you, he’s lost in you all the way, and when that happens he literally won’t stop until you say so. He’s a powerhouse and when he’s free of inhibitions he’s unstoppable.

T = Toys (do they own toys? do they use them? on a partner or themselves?)

Hunter is not big on toys. He doesn’t own any himself and has no desire to use them but he doesn’t mind watching you get off to one every once in a while if only to learn what makes you tick. He does grow restless fairly quickly though as he prefers to be the one pleasuring you.

U = Unfair (how much they like to tease)

Hunter can’t really hold his own when it comes to teasing. He loves you too much and caves to you easily. He is good at it though—he knows exactly where to touch to light that fire: his hand at the small of your back or his lips mouthing at your ear. He’s playful and will build you up for the sake of foreplay to fuel your mutual pleasure but he’s not going to be a hard tease outside of that. He himself is not above begging though.

V = Volume (how loud they are, what sounds they make, etc.)

Hunter makes the most beautiful grunts and groans. They’re not super loud, but they’re low, and they have you clenching hard around him. He tries to focus on his breathing through it all, so you’ll hear a methodical, deep intake of air followed by a groan as he slowly exhales and it’s so, so goddamn hot. If he’s really going, snapping his hips into you, he’ll release the occasional (involuntary) growl. And if you pull his hair or suck on his skin, you’re sure to get a whimper. Bit of a noisy man but not super wordy. Occasionally he’ll grit out some praises about how good you feel and—oh, just like that baby—and that he’s close. He does his best to tell you when he’s close.

W = Wild card (a random headcanon for the character)

So many headcanons. Hunter is a freak.

Three key places to touch Hunter to bend him right to your will: his hair, his balls, and that sweet spot right underneath his chin. Unsurprisingly, he loves his hair pulled. Give him a good tug when he’s going at it and watch the whimpers fall from his lips. The quickest way to get him to fall apart is to play with his balls. Seriously. Cup them or suck on them and he’ll have to pry himself off of you and remember how to breathe. Or kiss right up under his chin, slightly to his left where his tattoo fades underneath his jaw and he’ll be whining.

Another random headcanon: He’s obsessed with your sweat. The taste of it, the sight of it, the smell of it. It’s unexplainable but a notable factor all the same.

Next: Sorry but he hates condoms.

Another: He has a deep-set insecurity about cumming “too early”. He thinks it will diminish his virility—or your perception of it.

And finally: One of Hunter’s favorite things ever is when you wear his bandana like a garter around your thigh. Holy hell.

X = X-ray (let’s see what’s going on under those clothes)

Solid 7-8 inches and is quick to get it up. Slight curve upward. Has the most beautiful looking balls known to man. Insane shoulder-to-hip ratio. Dorito-shaped man and short KING. His physique is magnificent. Strapping and he knows it.

Y = Yearning (how high is their sex drive?)

Hunter yearns for you. Day and night. You’re the first thing on his mind when he wakes and the last thing on his mind before sleeps. He’s able to rein it in; he can go for a while without sex BUT that doesn’t mean he doesn’t long for you every waking moment. Morning wood every damn day and he can ignore it but when you come into the picture he suddenly doesn’t want to.

Z = Zzz (how quickly they fall asleep afterwards)

Fairly quickly. As previously stated Hunter is pretty spent after sex so he’ll just collapse on top of you (he loves being spread out over your body with his face buried in your neck or resting on your stomach) after just barely managing to clean up. He’s absolute putty in your arms, all soft and dreamy and he gives you that blissed out smile and it’s adorable.

somebody please tell me that I'm just seeing things and there's no tears in his eyes bc i can't take this anymore