Hunter:

Especially early on, he's rushing to your side almost before the tears start to fall. His senses pick up on the hitch in your breathing, the change in your heartbeat, and he can tell something's wrong. Will be gently holding your shoulders and asking what's wrong almost before you realize you're crying

Is genuinely confused the first few times when the answer is something relatively small or just that you needed a cry. His protectiveness is screaming for him to find the issue to fix for you and it throws him off if there isn't really much he can do

His first few attempts at comfort are just slightly awkward. Like hesitant back rubs and slightly stiff hugs accompanied by a quiet, "It's okay… I've got you…"

Adjusts to it fast though and quickly is able to stop his gut reaction to treat every episode like an emergency lol. Instead of asking you a bunch of questions and trying to immediately fix everything he just opens his arms to let you come cuddle up to him

Gets really good at reading what kind of cry it is, like stress or frustration or sadness, and finding the specific kinds of comfort you need for each one

Tech:

So honestly your crying initially puzzles him more than anything. He instantly asks you what's the matter and when you explain, mr "what is your issue" here gives his blunt opinion that your emotional response seems a little disproportionate. He’s not trying to be mean, but he doesn’t really get it

His instinct is problem solving and so he tries to comfort you with practical solutions, logical explanations, stuff like that because, well, it's what would help him in your situation and he really does want to help you

When there isn't really a problem to solve and he wraps his head around the fact that this is just something you sometimes need in order to regulate your emotions, that changes his perspective on it quite a bit

Becomes pretty patient with you after that. Will drape an arm around your shoulders, rubbing slow circles with his thumb, and let you cry as he attempts to reassure you. Pays a lot of attention to what seems to comfort you/what you usually need from him and remembers it

Sometimes will gently distract you instead if that seems like it'll be helpful. Shows you whatever he's working on or reads you stuff from his datapad

Wrecker:

Gets so worried when he sees you crying and immediately pulls you into a hug as he asks what's wrong

Honestly? The most understanding when it comes to this. He doesn't like fully get it but he doesn't try to needle or question it like the others might. He lets you talk about what's bothering you or just let you cry and will hold you the whole time

Also careful not to let you feel embarrassed about it. He reasons through it like, everybody's got a thing. Some people yell, some people punch walls, you cry. No big deal lol

His comfort is very physical. Big hugs, letting you cuddle with him, rubbing your back, stroking your hair. Will give you Lula to hug if you want

Will sometimes try to coax a laugh from you to help you feel better. Tells you stories like dramatic retellings of missions or terrible jokes to get you to smile. Seeing you laugh after crying makes him feel really proud and happy

Crosshair:

Your tears INSTANTLY catch his attention and he gets concerned immediately, his gaze flicking over you and taking in the situation

The first time he realizes you're crying over something small or just because you need to, he's a little irritated because he feels like he got worried for nothing. Says something dry/borderline mean like "Really? You're crying over that?"

Feels really guilty after that first time where he got snappish though and never does it again, is much more careful about watching his tongue

Instead of talking he comforts through proximity or touch typically. Goes and sits next to you and silently raises his arm to let you settle against his side, or pulls you into his lap and just silently strokes your back or hair

Even after he's softened, when you feel better he'll tease you about it a little. Will mutter that you're such a crybaby under his breath but it's become affectionate at this point and he pulls you closer while saying it

Echo:

Whenever you start crying early on Echo is quick to ask what happened, if you're hurt, what he needs to do. Is concerned for you and trying to evaluate the situation

Learning that there isn't always a tangible problem to solve throws him for a loop. He hates feeling like he can't fix what's upsetting you

Asks if you wanna talk about it and if you need anything, not totally sure what he should do but wanting to do something

Once he does figure out what helps you though he's extremely consistent. Remembers exactly what helps and turns it into a routine, never needs to make you explain yourself twice or try to justify anything. He just makes sure he's there and helping you how he can

As long as you don't want to be alone, he prefers to stick with you until you're feeling better. Talks through what's bothering you, or distracts you with talk about whatever else, or holds your hand and rubs your knuckles as he lets you cry yourself out

Not super experienced. Was too focused and maybe viewed indulging in sexual desires as a waste of time or beneath him for a long time. I like the hc that zabraks have heat cycles but his is warped from years of repression, plus losing his lower half really messed with his natural biology. His hormones are probably all out of wack and his drive is probably all over the place

So his "heat" triggers kinda unpredictably, maybe spiked by really intense emotional stuff like stress or victory or connection with you. When it hits he doesn't really exactly lose his mind though. He's able to mostly keep himself in check but suppressing it does make him extra possessive and demanding. Is definitely rougher when he does fuck you and feels more of a need to mark you up. Honestly he treats it like a test of his discipline and your endurance ifykwim lol

Prefers eye contact during sex, wants to see your face. Wants to know exactly what he's making you feel. He's generally more focused on your pleasure than his, or at least equally so, often because he's fucking you for a specific reason. Whether it's to make some kind of point, or reward you, or just because he wants connection, it's rarely solely because he wants pleasure. So he's very, very focused on you and wants to be able to see exactly how you're reacting to him

Wants to totally wreck you every time. Not a huge fan of quickies for this reason, he prefers to take his time and make sure you're totally spent, but if he ever does go for a quickie he purposefully goes even rougher than usual. Usually makes a bit of a mess out of you tbh and frankly is pretty proud of his ability to do so

I think while in general he stays pretty dominant during sex there are times when he would sort of let you be more in control. It'd probably be rare and super vulnerable for him, kinda a sign of trust. Wouldn't like it if you're rough with him.

Not very loud during sex in terms of noises, like mostly heavy breathing and growls, but he likes talking you through it. Gives you commands/instructions and some rare praise. Likes when you talk to him, but if you're bratty he gets really annoyed and will fuck you harder to shut you up

Slight exhibition kink? He fantasizes about fucking you on the Mandalorian throne, though he would never actually do it since the thought of anyone else seeing you like that in reality infuriates him. The fantasy of it, of everyone seeing him claim you, of people seeing exactly what he's able to do to you, turns him on a LOT though. Sometimes, when it's just the two of you in the throne room, the thought absolutely crosses his mind and he's seriously considered just going for it before lol

LOVES giving oral and the total control it gives him. Usually takes his time. Does it almost a little obsessively in the beginning because it's new to him, he's figuring out exactly what you like, and also he just. really really likes it. Would wake you up with oral sometimes if you're down for that kinda thing

Prefers when you keep your hands mostly on his upper body, just likes you touching his skin rather than metal. Mostly likes when you touch his chest and back and prefers if you avoid his neck generally. His horns are quite sensitive and rubbing the bases gently is very pleasurable for him

It takes him some time to associate touch with pleasure; he's so used to being in control of most physical reactions and so unused to positive touch that for a while it doesn't do much for him from a pleasure/physical standpoint. Emotionally he's kinda crashing out tho. So there's an adjustment period where he's kinda getting used to sexual touch, figuring out what feels good, what he likes, learning how to react, etc

Likes teasing you. A lot. LOVES making you beg and watching you get frustrated. He wants you to need him and this is a very satisfying way for him to get that. Could tease/edge you for hours and takes a LOT of pleasure from it, though he will always eventually give you what you want

Likes feeling your pleasure through the Force and will purposefully focus on it. The more pleasure he senses from you, the more intense and driven he gets. He wants to see just how far he can push it, and it also contributes to his own pleasure

Aftercare with him varies a lot depending on his mood. If he's really tired, more calm/satisfied, he'll let you cuddle with him. Other times if it was particularly intimate/vulnerable he might put some distance between you for a bit just because he needs to kinda stabilize and feel in control again

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Gregor had always had a thing for twi'leks, but as he sat on the edge of the bed, watching you slowly strip out of your clothes, he decided that describing what he felt as "a thing" was the biggest understatement of his life. You were trailing your hands teasingly over your colorful skin, exposing more as you slowly eased out of each piece of your clothing, and Gregor was struggling to keep his hands to himself.

"Look at you," he groaned, unable to resist pressing his palm down against the bulge in his blacks. "Always knew you were stunning, baby, but kriff. Sure you don't wanna let me help you out of those clothes?"

You laughed quietly, trailing your hands along your newly exposed chest. "Oh, I can manage," you retorted teasingly, your hands slowly going back down to trace your waistband. "I think it's more fun to take my time, don't you?"

Gregor groaned again as he cupped and squeezed his erection through his blacks, trying to give himself some relief. "You're killing me," he rasped, eyes blown. "Please, sweetheart. C'mere."

You finally let the last of your clothes pool at your ankles, and raised an eyebrow at him. Before you had a chance to speak, though, Gregor apparently decided enough was enough. He slid off the edge of the mattress and dropped heavily onto his knees at your feet, his broad hands instantly finding your hips.

"Kriff, you're perfect," he rasped, tilting his head up to drag his eyes up your body to your face. "There's so much I wanna do to you I barely know where to start."

You chuckled, threading your fingers through his hair and tugging lightly. "Good thing we have all night then, hm?"

Gregor groaned, leaning forward to press his face against your stomach, his hands tightening on your hips. He started dragging kisses down the soft skin of your abdomen and then down to your thighs, sucking soft marks into your skin until you trembled slightly.

"Gregor…" you gasped, your fingers tightening in his hair.

He just hummed lowly against your skin before burying his face between your thighs, groaning as he pressed hot, messy kisses all over you. His hands drifted around your hips to cup your ass, squeezing hard.

"You taste unbelievable," he mumbled against your skin, his breath hot against you, his tongue dragging against you until your knees almost buckled. Gregor took that as a sign, and abruptly stood up, his hands sliding to the backs your thighs as he picked you up with him. He took the few steps back to the bed and fell back onto the mattress, pulling you down on top of him.

"Better?" he grinned up at you before cupping the back of your neck and pulling you down into a deep, messy kiss before you could even think to respond. He kissed you hard, his hands roaming over every part of you he could, his hips rolling up beneath you in a hard, desperate grind.

He eventually pulled back just enough to catch his breath, his hands squeezing your hips as he guided you to grind down against him. He looked up at you, eyes flicking over your body, and moaned at the sight.

"Think I've dreamt about this before," he rasped, groaning as you rubbed against him just right. He finally released your hips to yank at his blacks, pulling them down just enough to free his aching cock. "Can't take another second. Please. Please."

You looked down at him, breathless but very pleased as you rested your hands flat against his chest. "Are you begging me, Gregor?"

He let out a raspy, shameless laugh, his hips twitching upward to grind his cock against you. "Yeah, baby. I'm begging." He squeezed your hips, making you lift up a little. "Please. Ride me. Use me however you want-- just get that gorgeous body on my cock before I lose my kriffing mind."

A smirk tugged at your lips as you pushed one of your lekku over your shoulder and leaned back to grip his cock, positioning him at your entrance. You slowly sank down on his thick length with a moan until you were flush against his hips. Gregor gasped, his eyes rolling back as his head hit the pillow.

"Kriff…yeah, just like that," he groaned, his hands gripping your thighs as you started to roll your hips.

"Look at you," you whispered, sliding your hands up his chest as you leaned down, still rolling your hips against him. "This what you wanted?"

"Hah-- yes," he panted, snapping his hips up to meet every one of your rolls with a firm, desperate thrust. "Just-- hah, yeah. Just keep going. Just like that, baby. Kriffing-- you better not stop."

You let out a shaky, breathless moan as you rode him. "Not planning on it."

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He's almost annoyed with himself over how nervous you make him. He's usually pretty quick on his feet with a joke or flirtatious comment, but he overthinks his interactions with you a little and wants to impress you so bad that it's harder. He's never felt like this around anyone before and it throws him off a lot

Like he's still pretty confident. He's not insecure in the slightest. He just admires you sooo much and doesn't wanna fuck this up. His nerves around you are one of the things that make him realize you're the one lol

Flirts with you a lot but it feels like there's like, actual stakes, which puts some pressure on him. He pays sooo much attention to every smile, laugh, or raised eyebrow because he desperately wants you to actually enjoy talking to him and to get across how much he likes you

Gives you really earnest/sincere compliments a lot and isn't awkward about it but if you smile/compliment him back his ears go a little pink

Like he doesn't usually get flustered easily, but when you compliment him it's about the closest he gets lol

Doesn't overthink asking you out though. The second you express interest in him he's asking you out. He's not wasting any more time than he has to. He knows he wants you and if you give him an indication you want him too he is READY

Goes all out for your first date because he wants it to be absolutely perfect. Like he is NOT gonna let you regret agreeing to go out with him. He is absolutely fucking determined to sweep you off your feet even if his nerves are going crazy

The first time you're cuddling together and you put your head on his chest you can hear his heart hammering SO fast lmao

Once you're together, the nerves still don't completely disappear. He isn't worried about whether you like him anymore, he knows you do, but he still catches himself wondering if he's doing enough, if he's making you happy, if you know just how much he loves having you in his life

Still gets butterflies every single time you reach for his hand or kiss him. You might've done it hundreds of times but he still often gets the same little rush he did the very first time

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Hunter rarely drinks a lot, preferring to keep a clear head in case something goes wrong. If he does let himself get drunk it's only because he knows everyone's safe and he can afford to ease up for a little bit. Alcohol relaxes him but makes him a little quieter than usual. He also gets kinda clingy when he's drunk and wants you close, winding his arm around your waist to keep you next to him. As the night wears on he keeps tugging you closer and closer until you're practically in his lap and he's whispering all low and raspy in your ear about what he wants to do with you the second you're both alone

Tech dislikes the feeling of being drunk and normally paces himself, but he's also a complete lightweight. He can be drunk after a drink or two. It can be hard to pick up on though because all that really changes is he's a little more talkative and argumentative than usual, and like, he's already both of those things when sober. Also gets even more open with whatever's on his mind, for better or for worse. Only time his train of thought gets interrupted is when he glances over at you, and he suddenly catches himself fixating on your lips

Wrecker can put away an absurd amount of alcohol before it really catches up to him. He'll have been drinking half the night before it hits him and then he's even louder than usual, laughing at everything, gets more competitive. Do NOT give him a dare while drunk because he WILL do it regardless of what it is. Also gets even more affectionate and you're gonna be spending the night getting smothered in sloppy kisses and frequent declarations about how much he loves you, how hot you are, how lucky he is, etc. Those sloppy kisses eventually migrate down your jawline to your neck and he grips your hips to lift you onto his lap, and you know it's time to go somewhere private lmao

Crosshair likes a drink now and then, usually nursing it in silence rather than making a night of it. Alcohol strips away what little patience he has and makes his sarcasm sharper and his temper shorter. Like he'll pick a fight over a sideways glance. He also gets sort of clingy and slightly more open about how he wants your attention. Holds your hand and yanks you back over to him whenever you get up or start to walk away. Eventually guides your hand under the table, pressing your palm firmly against the slowly growing bulge in his pants and then just stares at you, taking a slow sip of his drink while his thumb strokes your inner wrist

Echo doesn't get affected by alcohol the same way he used to. It now leaves him feeling more nauseous than relaxed, so he rarely bothers with more than a sip or two. Like if you're drinking he'll try a sip of yours and then that's about it. Sometimes wishes he could still tolerate it but he's fine with being the sober one and just keeping an eye on everyone and taking care of you. Lets himself get more affectionate than usual with you once he finally gets you home, tucking you into bed and brushing your hair away from your face as he chuckles quietly at your sleepy drunken rambling. Leans down to press a tender kiss to your forehead and then your lips, whispering how much he loves you

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Rex enjoys a drink now and then, mostly just enough to get him pleasantly tipsy. He loosens up a lot with alcohol, goes a little softer and smiles a lot. Gets more openly affectionate with you as well, usually he's reserved with PDA but he'll settle an arm around your shoulders and let himself relax a little bit. Eventually, that arm around your shoulders slips down to your waist, pulling you flush against his side. Presses a little kiss right below your ear as he asks you quietly if you wanna get out of here

Fives has a pretty high tolerance and enjoys getting drunk. Alcohol mostly makes him really talkative, a little louder than usual. Also gets even more affectionate and handsy with you than usual, will steal kisses whenever he gets the chance and brags loudly about you to anyone who'll listen. Eventually gets you to himself in a quiet corner and laughs a little breathlessly against your neck between kisses, pressing his hips against yours and drunkenly muttering that he thinks he might be too impatient to wait for a bed right now

Kix usually sticks to just one or two drinks, enjoys the company/social aspect more than the alcohol itself. He's like a little bit of a lightweight tbh but is careful about not getting too drunk. Wants to be able to take care of you if necessary. If he does get really drunk he gets really sentimental, rambling quietly to you about how perfect you are and how much he loves you. When he gets you in private he's burying his face in your neck with messy, open-mouthed kisses, his hand lazily drifting down between your legs to press through your clothes as he slurs quietly about how much he needs you

Jesse always tells himself he's just gonna have a couple drinks but then "just one more"s himself into blacking out and waking up the next morning with absolutely no memory of the night's events. Trying to get him home is an ordeal in itself, he's absolutely the guy who earnestly informs you that he can't go home with you because he already has a boyfriend/girlfriend/partner and you have to be like "yeah Jesse that's ME". Then he's like oh thank god and pulls you into a delighted, sloppy, very uncoordinated kiss, his hands squeezing your ass as he mumbles semi-coherently about how he's gonna bend you over the second you get home. yeah, sure, buddy.

Hardcase can drink a borderline concerning amount before the alcohol catches up to him. The first half of the night is chaos, he's somehow louder and more energetic with even less self-control than usual. Then it hits him all at once and he's instantly just soooo sleepy and will use you as a pillow wherever you happen to be sitting. You get him home and he's instantly collapsing on you, burying his face in your chest and grinding lazily against your thigh until he's out again

Tup likes a drink now and then but generally just has enough to get him a little buzzed and then stops. He's a really sweet drunk, like giggling over everything and smiling at anyone who looks at him and acting like every single thing you say is the most fascinating thing he's ever heard in his life. Also has no filter when he's drunk and will either tell the most unhinged jokes you've ever heard from him or will just be gushing over you all night. His eyes eventually lose focus on anything else as he keeps rambling praises to you, his gaze drifting just a little too obviously over your body like he just can't take his eyes off you. His compliments start getting more and more specific until he's quietly mumbling against your ear how much he wishes he was inside you right now

Dogma is a complete lightweight and would rather die than admit it. Drunk after one drink while insisting that he isn't. Gets extremely argumentative over everything but also really tongue-tied which just frustrates him. The second you give him attention though all his stubbornness and irritation goes away and he gets soooo pathetically clingy. But then he gets you alone and tries to tell you what he wants and just can't find the words because his mind's so foggy. Whining in frustration, he grips your wrists and guides them to his belt, slurring a desperate, pouty, "Just do it for me. Please. Please. You know what I want."

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Cody enjoys a drink on occasion, usually for a reason like celebrating something. Rarely gets like really drunk but if he does he kinda wears his heart on his sleeve lol. Gets sentimental and reminisces about old campaigns, all while keeping a hand on your thigh. It eventually drifts higher and higher until he just barely brushes it between your thighs under the table, leaning in to press a kiss to your cheek when your breath hitches. Chuckles quietly and murmurs that he thinks it's time to call it a night

Wolffe drinks pretty regularly though it's usually just enough to take the edge off rather than to get actually drunk. Just like a couple drinks after a long day. Has a high tolerance. If he does drink enough to really feel it he gets quieter instead of louder. Would much rather disappear somewhere with you than stick around, becoming very touch-starved and making up for all the affection he denies himself while sober. Gets frustrated by his drunken lack of coordination and gets very rough and needy, stumbling as he shoves you into a quiet hallway, his hands gripping your hips hard enough to bruise as he shoves his thigh between your legs and groans into your mouth

Fox doesn't drink often but when he does he commits. Gets a little competitive with it sometimes and will drink way more than he probably should, all while frequently checking in with you and reminding you firmly not to drink too much. Also gets soooo clingy when he's drunk. He's normally so focused on appearances but once he gets drunk enough all that goes out the window. He's glued to you all night, constantly reaching for your hand and quietly begging to go find somewhere private. The second he gets you behind closed doors, he's practically tripping over his own boots to push you down, riding your thigh as he clumsily fumbles with your clothes and pleads under his breath for you to hurry up and help him

Bly is a sappy drunk. Wild nights often simply don't exist for him because he gets some alcohol in him and then just goes all dreamy and sentimental. Stares at you like you're the most wonderful, most gorgeous person he's ever encountered in his life. Gets talkative too and then is embarrassed the next day over all the sappy, romantic stuff he was saying lol. His sappiness turns fully into devotion as soon as you get him to bed, the sex slow and lazy and romantic, Bly rocking slowly into you as he kisses you everywhere and rambles about how good you feel and all the things he loves about you

Bacara barely ever drinks because he hates being drunk, hates the feeling of not being in total control of himself. Which means his tolerance is LOW. When he does drink, he gets grumpier and grumpier the more he can feel the effects of the alcohol. Beneath the irritated mumbling he's mostly just embarrassed but wouldn't ever let anyone see that. Gets annoyed if you try to take care of him and insists he's fine even if he's like stumbling over his own feet. That anger turns very stubborn and dominant as he grapples with his lack of coordination/control, yanking you down on top of him as soon as you get home and growling that since his legs won't work you're going to have to do all the work on top tonight

Neyo has a drink every now and then but you'd be hard pressed to notice any difference. He's SO good at hiding when he's drunk. He keeps himself super composed and is pretty good at keeping his speech even. The only giveaway is that his guard slips just enough for dry jokes to come a little easier and he stands/sits closer to you than he'd normally let himself in public. Leans in close, his breath warm against your ear, quietly chuckling about how easy it would be to make you cum right here under the table without anyone noticing

Gregor loves a good drink and enjoys getting drunk. Once he's started though he doesn't shut up. Likes recounting stories and trying to impress you with them. Gets very animated and expressive and pretty touchy, keeps his arm thrown around your shoulders the whole night and presses frequent kisses to your cheek or the corner of your mouth because he feels like it. Also loves sloppy drunk makeouts tbh, gripping your thighs to lift you onto the table and coaxing you to wrap your legs around his waist, completely unbothered by anyone who sees

Mayday likes a drink after a long day though he doesn't usually drink enough to get drunk, just to give himself a little buzz. Alcohol doesn't change him much, just softens him up around the edges. Gets a little more openly affectionate and jokes with you a lot. Mostly focuses on taking care of you the whole night though, including once he gets you back home. Lazily strips you down, pressing affectionate kisses all over your body with every piece of clothing he removes, murmuring that he's going to take his sweet time between your legs tonight

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Boss:

When Boss notices the scars, his expression softens a little as his brows knit together. Murmurs "Mesh'la...", a little questioningly, bringing his hand up to brush his thumb slowly over the old scars as he studies them

He can tell they're old, but even so, his gaze flicks up to yours, silently asking the question before he voices it

Once you reassure him they're from a long time ago, he lets out a quiet breath and withdraws his hand, nodding as if satisfied with your answer

He doesn't interrogate you or ask for details. He just tells you, calmly but firmly, that if you ever find yourself in that place again, you come to him. This isn't something that he's willing to compromise on or leave to chance; he's internally a little frustrated that you had to go through something like this without him at any point at all, and he certainly won't let it happen again

He doesn't treat you differently in any super obvious way, but he does make a point of checking in on you just a little more often, just asking how you're doing and making sure you always know you've got him in your corner

Fixer:

Fixer does a subtle double take when he notices the scars. His gaze lingers for a second before he deliberately looks somewhere else, expression carefully neutral

He doesn't mention them or stare or ask questions, but throughout the rest of the day he catches himself thinking about them over and over

That night, lying next to you, he finds himself thinking about how easily circumstances could've been different. The thought that he may have come close to never meeting you at all crosses his mind and it bothers him a lot

Without saying anything, he shifts closer and pulls you more firmly against his chest, holding you tighter than usual. When you ask if something's wrong, he hesitates before admitting he saw your scars earlier

After you reassure him they're old, he simply nods. "…Good." He doesn't let go of you though, and keeps holding you close for the rest of the night, still clearly a little impacted

Scorch:

Scorch spots the scars and loses whatever train of thought he was on. "…Whoa, whoa, hold on a second. Where'd you get those?" as he catches your wrist

His expression goes from confusion to concern as he quickly realizes what he's looking at, and his eyes flick up to yours as he asks you if you're okay

As you explain they're old, his thumbs rub comforting circles over your wrists the entire time, and his expression stays concerned and a little intense, like he's thinking hard about everything you're telling him, his protective streak kicking in a little

The second you're finished talking, he pulls you into a tight hug that practically squeezes all the air out of you like he can't get you close enough

Praises you for being so strong and for making it through that part of your life, and mumbles that he's so lucky you're still here. Dials his usual affection up to eleven for a while afterward, making you laugh more than usual and throwing so many compliments your way to remind you how much you mean to him

Sev:

Sev notices your scars and opens his mouth like he's about to say something, but then shuts it again. His eyes keep drifting back to them over the next several minutes, his brow furrowed more deeply each time

Eventually he reaches over and lightly pokes one of them. Asks gruffly, "…Where'd you get these?" You can tell he already knows, but wants to hear you explain anyway

Listens in total silence while you explain, his gaze fixed on your scars a little intensely. To be honest he's not totally sure how to react

When you're finished, he reaches up, hooks a finger under your chin, and brushes his thumb lightly across it as you meet his eyes. Mutters that nobody gets to hurt you while he's around, and that includes you, and if you've ever got feelings like that eating at you again, you bring them to him

It's…gruff, but he's mostly trying to get across that he's there for you and absolutely cannot stand seeing you hurt. The thought of you hurting like that in the past almost irritates him a little, like he should've somehow been there, and he's determined that you'll never have to go through something like that again. Not on his watch.

Fox feels like he doesn't get to be domestic much with how busy he always is. Often has to go a while without seeing you, or might just see you for a few hours to sleep and then has to head back to work again. But it makes the little domestic moments he does get with you mean all the more to him, like a lot more than he knows how to admit

Really likes when he has days where he has enough time to eat lunch with you. Even if it's just you showing up to his office for 10-15 minutes to eat your lunch while he works, he loves having that little opportunity to see you

Also if he's working late and you show up to just quickly bring him a caf and give him a kiss it is truly what keeps him going through the night

Scolds you for staying awake when he gets home late, lecturing you that you should've been asleep hours ago, but at the same time is secretly soooo pleased that you waited up for him. Kind of a hypocrite tho cause the second he starts kissing you suddenly he's decided neither of you need sleep yet

If he gets home and you're already asleep he gets sooo soft, carefully crawls into bed and holds you against his chest pressing soft little kisses to your face and shoulder. If you wake up though he tells you to go back to sleep all bossy like it's YOUR fault you woke up

He worries about you a lot. Is very strict about reminding you to eat, reminding you to sleep, telling you to take your vitamins, stuff like that, and he comes off kinda snappish about it but it's cause he needs to make sure you're taken care of

Loves gossiping about work tbh. Likes hearing whatever you have as well. Like if you're getting ready one morning and he's still there he'll lean against the doorway and watch you get ready and complain/gossip with you lol

Likes when you help him put on/take off his armor. Especially take off.

Doesn't always have time to message you during the day but he loves when you send him little messages to read when he does have time to check. Just likes knowing that you're thinking of him

So clingy esp at home. Like at work when he misses you he looks through photos he has of you and daydreams about you a lot. And then at home he’s pretty much glued to you. Why the fuck are you sitting in a chair, HE’S there. Like if he has a chance to have you in his arms he’s taking it

Also he’s so sleepy all the time at home and he’s like frequently falling asleep on top of you or with you in his arms lol

Sleeps sooo much better with you that it almost annoys him. Can't ever just go to sleep in his barracks without ending up lying there awake wishing he was wrapped up with you instead. Also is a super heavy sleeper and his alarm is always set SO FUCKING LOUD

Little bit of a clean freak tbh and gets very bossy about it. Will take care of a lot of chores himself but mutters under his breath about how no one fucking helps him in this house

Disaster in the kitchen. Prob never stepped foot in a kitchen until after he was already with you. Can follow instructions just fine but is so impatient and gets frustrated so easily. Figures out like 3 things he can make easily and then just sticks to those

Lovessss taking you on dates but wishes so badly he had more money to spend on you. Like he secretly really wishes he could spoil you and it makes him really upset that he can't, though he doesn't tell you this

Rex: Situational erectile dysfunction

Weeks of a recent, brutal campaign are still clinging to Rex, weighing down his mind even as he presses you into the mattress. He wants you desperately, but the stress of command refuses to leave him completely; his hands roam your body eagerly, his mouth pressing hot kisses to your neck, his hips grinding down against your thigh, but his cock remains soft.

With a frustrated grunt, Rex pulls back, resting his forehead against yours. "Kriff," he gasps. "I'm sorry, sweetheart. I-- I can't. Again."

Your expression softens, and you gently push him to lie on his back. "It's okay," you murmur, straddling his hips and guiding his trembling hands to your waist. "I don't need you hard to make you feel good. Just…let me."

You press your lips to his in a deep, wet kiss, starting to grind down against his soft, leaking cock. Rex groans into your mouth, his grip tightening on your hips as the pressure to perform slowly melts away. You ride his hips in a slow, grinding rhythm, the friction coaxing heavy precum to drool from his cock against his own stomach.

"Maker…" he whimpers against your mouth, grinding his hips up to match your slow, rolling pace. His mind is going quiet, focused on the weight of your body against his. "More, baby. A little harder for me--"

You oblige, rolling your hips down harder and heavier. Rex's body goes rigid as his fingers dig into your waist and he starts to tremble. Finally, with a rough groan, his pelvis tilts upward as he cums hard, spurting thick and hot across his own stomach. You follow him soon after, a moan catching in your throat as you ride out your own orgasm.

You collapse onto his chest, and Rex wraps his arms around you tight. "I don't deserve you," he mumbles, nuzzling into your neck. "Maker, I'm so lucky. Thank you, baby."

Fives: Delayed ejaculation

Fives knows he's good in bed. He knows what he likes, he knows what you like, and he loves giving you pleasure, but his own body is…stubborn. He's been fucking into you for almost two hours, a pillow jammed beneath your hips for a better angle, his cock getting frustratingly sore despite not having cum yet. He's been switching positions and angles to get the perfect amount of friction, but it's not working. He hates worrying about wearing you out, and worse, hates the idea of you thinking it's because you're not good enough. So when he hears you whine beneath him, he grunts faintly and adjusts his weight so he can look at you.

"I know. I know, cyare," he pants, pressing a kiss to your lips. "You feel so kriffing good. So tight. I'm close, I promise I'm close, just a little more for me…" He pauses to adjust his hips with a groan, grinding his cock into you. "You can take a little more for me, yeah? You okay?"

You whine again, digging your fingers into his shoulders, but nod. "Y-yeah, I'm okay…but…sore…"

Fives exhales roughly, leaning down to kiss you again. "You wanna stop? Or you wanna cum one more time for me? Think you can do that?"

You nod weakly again, and Fives lets out a low groan of appreciation. "Knew it," he praises, picking up his rhythm again. "Clench for me. Come on, squeeze me, baby. Kriff-- yeah, just like that--"

He fucks into you hard, pressing his face into your neck as his breathing grows even more ragged. You gasp as your orgasm hits, writhing beneath him, and Fives moans loudly at the pressure.

"That's it…that's it, baby, exactly like that--" His words dissolve into a groan as his muscles lock up and he finally cums, his cock throbbing inside you as he pumps himself empty. He collapses against you, slick with sweat, panting heavily into your neck.

After a quiet moment, he shifts so he's not putting his full weight on you, and cups your face in his hand. "That was kriffing incredible," he whispers, kissing your forehead. "You okay? I didn't wear you out too much, did I?"

You let out a dazed, exhausted breath, tracing his damp shoulder. "…You did," you admit, nearly too tired to form words, but you smile up at him anyway. "…In the best way, though."

Kix: Low libido

Kix works so hard taking care of the 501st that often by the time he finally gets you alone his mind and body are completely drained. He desperately wants the intimacy, the closeness, but his libido often just…isn't really there. Tonight, it seems, is no different.

You're lying together in bed, his arms wrapped tightly around you, but there's clear tension in him. He keeps kissing your cheeks and temple, his hands sweeping over your back, but he hasn't made a move to take things further.

With a soft sigh, he pulls back slightly, looking a little guilty. "…You mind if we just stay like this tonight?" he asks, bring his hand up to brush his thumb over your cheek. "I know you were…probably expecting more. I'm sorry, love."

You lean into his touch, your expression softening. "Kix, this is perfect," you assure him, sliding your arms around his neck to pull him closer. "I just want you. This is more than enough."

Kix exhales, visibly relieved, and buries his face in the crook of your neck. "Can I do something for you?" he asks, one of his hands drifting down to your thigh. "I can at least make you feel good. Let me do that for you."

When you nod, he smiles faintly. Keeping you flush against his chest, he slides his hand between your thighs and down beneath the waist of your pants. "Close your eyes, baby," he coos against your ear.

He starts a slow rhythm, knowing exactly how to touch you to make you gasp. He pulls back a little to watch your face, captivated by the way your chest heaves and your fingers grip his shoulders. He doesn't need sex himself to feel completely connected to you; seeing you unravel in his hands is more than enough.

You whine, hiding your face in his chest as the pleasure builds, your hips rolling helplessly against his hand.

"That's it. Let it go," Kix murmurs encouragingly, kissing your temple, his pace increasing a little. "I've got you."

With a breathless cry, your orgasm hits you and your body arches against his. Kix holds you through the aftershocks, stroking you through it until you finally slump against him. Then he pulls his hand away and pulls you right back into his chest, tangling his legs with yours and kissing you sweet and slow. "Perfect," he mumbles. "Just perfect."

Jesse: Curved dick

Jesse wants nothing more than to be able to lose control and fuck you as hard as his body is constantly aching for, but he knows he needs to be careful. Every time he eases his cock inside you, he goes slower than he has to, doesn't sink as deep as he wants, worried that the odd angle will hurt you. He hates it, but accepts it.

Tonight, as he hovers over you with his jaw clenched, clearly holding himself back, you've had enough. You reach down, wrapping your fingers around his wrist, and tug his hand away from where he's bracing his weight.

"Jesse," you pant, looking up at him. "Stop holding back. Fuck me."

Jesse's breath hitches a little before he groans. "Don't…ugh, don't tempt me. Don't wanna hurt you. The way I'm shaped, I--"

You slide your hands up his chest, gripping his broad shoulders and pulling him down to press a hard, demanding kiss to his lips. "You won't," you mumble against his mouth, wrapping your thighs around his hips to pull him deeper inside you. "Wanna feel all of you. Please just fuck me. Hard."

Jesse shudders, pressing his hips into yours with a groan. He hesitates for just a second, trembling with restraint, but when he glances at your expression again, his control finally snaps. With a low growl, he pulls his hips back and then slams into you in a deep, rough thrust. You let out a breathless gasp, arching off the mattress, and Jesse moans. He finally starts to pound into you the way he's wanted forever.

"Kriff yes," he groans, straightening up so he can grip your thighs and push them back, driving himself deeper into you again and again. "You like that? You like how that feels, baby?"

You nod breathlessly, crying out as the curve of his cock hits you at just the right angle, filling you completely. "Yes--yes, Jesse, please," you whimper, tossing your head back on the pillow.

Jesse groans again, his rhythm turning a little frantic as you squeeze tightly around him. He holds himself back from cumming for as long as he can, but he can only take so much. With a final, desperate heave of his hips that buries him as deep as he can possibly go, his body locks up and his orgasm hits him.

He collapses over you, chest heaving, his face buried in your shoulder as he catches his breath. "Kriff," he mutters, turning his head to kiss your jaw. "Never holding back again."

Hardcase: Hypersexuality

Hardcase can be…a lot. He wants you constantly. His usual energy all seems to go straight to his cock the second he's alone with you, and he's ready to fuck you to exhaustion at nearly any chance he gets. Lately, though, you've noticed him pulling back. In fact, he's kept his hands to himself for nearly a week.

Tired of the space, you catch him alone one night, straddling his lap and pulling his hands to rest firmly on your hips. "You've been ignoring me," you pout, wrapping your arms around his neck. "What's going on, Hardcase?"

Hardcase snorts at your pout, a smile tugging at his mouth even as his shoulders tense a little. "Just don't wanna be a menace," he says lightly, but you can hear the little bit of insecurity in his tone. "I'm always on you. Don't wanna...wear you out, or make you think that…you know…that's all I want."

You give him a flat look, rocking your hips down against his. "If I wanted less, I'd tell you," you murmur, leaning in close. "I love how much you want me. You could never wear me out."

His eyes widen a little, his breathing picking up slightly. His hands tighten on your hips as he rocks up against you a little with a groan. "You sure? It's been a while. Not gonna be able to go easy on you."

"Don't you dare go easy." You slide off his lap, instead lying back and parting your thighs in invitation. Hardcase groans and drops between your legs instantly, yanking off your clothes. He buries his face in your crotch, his lips and tongue moving over you ravenously.

"Kriff," he moans against you, breathing your scent deep. "You taste so kriffing good. Missed this so much."

His hands dig into your hips, pinning you to the sheets as he sucks and licks at you like he's starving for it. He doesn't pace himself, and he doesn't stop. He can go for hours, and now that he knows you really, really want that? He fully intends to do this until neither of you can physically move.

Tup: Performance anxiety

Tup's mind is his own worse enemy sometimes. He's attempting to fuck you from behind, his hands digging into your hips, but his mind is spinning. Is he holding your hips too tight? Is this angle weird? Is he taking too long? Kriff, he's certain he's taking too long. The pressure to perform is so loud that his cock won't stay hard. It slips out, and with a miserable sigh, he slumps against your back.

"I'm sorry," he mumbles, pressing an apologetic kiss to your shoulder blade. "It…it won't stay hard. I don't know what's wrong with me."

You turn around and sit back on your heels, cupping his face and smoothing out the crease of worry between his brows. "Tup, nothing's wrong with you," you murmur soothingly. "Look. Why don't you let me take care of you tonight?"

You guide him onto his back, settling between his thighs. Tup tenses as your hand wraps around his semi-hard cock. "You don't have to," he stammers, nervous again. "I feel bad--"

"Shhh." You lean down and drag your tongue up the length of his cock. "Just relax for me."

Tup gasps softly, his hips twitching as you take his tip in your mouth and swirl your tongue over the sensitive head. The anxiety is still there, though: what if he can't get hard for this? Does he look-- oh, Maker, he probably looks bad from this angle. He tips his head back to stare at the ceiling, folding his arms over his stomach and swallowing hard.

You notice his stiff posture, gently pulling his arms away from his stomach and tangling one of his hands with yours. "Close your eyes, baby. Just try to feel it."

You take him into your mouth again, sucking gently while your free hand strokes his base. The warm, wet friction slowly does its work: he starts to thicken and harden fully against your tongue. You hum in approval, swallowing him deeper and sucking harder.

Tup groans, his mind finally going fuzzy, his hips rocking into your mouth in needy, involuntary thrusts. "Stars…that feels…" You pick up the pace a little, and he moans. "Kriff, I'm gonna--"

He gasps, his knuckles turning white as he squeezes your hand. With a choked moan, he arches off the mattress, shuddering violently as he cums thick and hot down your throat. As you swallow every drop, his eyes go wide. He pulls you up his body, wrapping you tight in his arms and kissing you deeply, tasting himself on your lips. "You didn't have to do that," he mumbles against your mouth. "But, Force, it felt so good. Thank you."

Dogma: Premature ejaculation/inexperience

Dogma is hovering over you, jaw clenched, trying to project a dominance he simply doesn't have. He lines the head of his aching cock up against your entrance, swallowing hard as he tries to press in for the fifth time. But once again, his body goes rigid and he stops, breathing shakily, just the sensation of being pressed against you too much for him to handle.

"Dogma, please," you breathe, tilting your hips up for him, but he shakes his head jerkily, his face completely flushed.

"Wait. Just…hold on," he mumbles, his voice cracking a little. He tries again, guiding his tip back to your opening, but as he pushes in just a little and he feels your warmth squeezing him, his whole body shudders. He pulls out fast with a frustrated groan. "Kriff…I can't. I'm going to--"

You reach up to grip his shoulders, gently pushing him onto his back. "Here. Just let me," you soothe.

Dogma's eyes go wide as you straddle his thighs. You wrap your hand around his throbbing, leaking cock, guiding him to your entrance. He gasps, his hands shooting up to grip your waist, his fingers trembling against your skin as he watches you slowly lower yourself. The second his sensitive tip catches fully on your entrance, he chokes.

You try to slide down, but before you can even take an inch of him, Dogma's body is arching violently off the mattress. His nails dig into your hips as he gasps loudly, his climax hitting him embarrassingly fast. His cock pulses as thick, erratic spurts of cum spill from him, flooding the outside of your heat and dripping down between your thighs.

He collapses back, face burning with mortification as he drapes an arm over his eyes. "I-- I'm sorry," he stammers. "It was supposed to be…I was supposed to…"

You gently pull his arm away, leaning down to kiss his flushed cheek. "It's okay. No one's perfect on their first try," you whisper. "Besides…we have all night to try again."

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Hunter is awake before you are. He's a light sleeper in general because of his senses, and the changes in your breathing wake him almost before you really start stirring. He immediately wakes you up with a firm hand on your shoulder and pulls you into his arms once you're awake, quietly reassuring you that you're safe. Holds you for as long as you’ll let him. Doesn’t go back to sleep after, instead just lies awake, cradling you to his chest, making sure you sleep peacefully

Tech immediately goes into grounding techniques, guiding you through calm, practical questions and flashback protocol if necessary. Wraps his arm around you and rubs your shoulder, already thinking about ways to reduce/prevent nightmares in the future and will work with you to find routines before bed that soothe you

Wrecker is a super heavy sleeper, and when he does eventually wake up, he's extremely disconcerted when he sees you in distress. Is at a little bit of a loss for a second but groggily pulls you into a hug anyway. Murmurs so many reassurances against your hair and once you’re calmer puts on a holofilm for the two of you to watch while you fall back asleep, still holding you close

Crosshair doesn't say much, knowing that the wrong words will make things worse and not quite trusting himself to say the right thing, but he lets you curl up in his arms. Strokes your hair and lets you talk if you want to, listening quietly and reminding you that it's over now and there's nothing to be afraid of

Echo is quick to ground you with a hand on your shoulder or takes your hand in his and squeezes. He's very firm as he tells you where you are, that you had a nightmare, that you're safe. Gets you something warm to drink before sitting with you for as long as you need, talking through it if you want to or just keeping you company until you fall back asleep

Rex isn't totally sure what exactly to say or do to make things better and he hates it. Can't stand seeing you scared/distressed, it makes his heart ache so badly. He holds you so tight, pressing soft kisses to your forehead and hair while quietly murmuring anything that comes to mind: that it’s gonna be okay, that he’s here, that he’s got you and he's not letting go

Wolffe isn't great at comfort but he is protective. He takes control before the panic has a chance to spiral, guiding you to sit up and then tilting your chin to look at him. Firmly guides you back to the present: "Look at me. Good, don’t look away. Where are you? That's right, here. With me." and doesn't ease up until you seem calmer, then presses a firm kiss to your temple and pulls you into a hug

Cody is able to stay really calm, gently holding your hands or stroking your cheek as he encourages you to breathe. Once you've calmed down a little he asks what you need, fully willing to get up and get you whatever you might want. Stays awake after you fall asleep, gently rubbing your back to keep you soothed

Fox freezes for a second because he doesn't know how to fix this, but doesn’t want you to know that. Falls back on taking charge instead and fusses over you a little, getting you water and wiping the sweat from your face. Keeps telling you to keep your focus on him and relax because giving you orders is easier than admitting how worried he is. Pretends he's "just not tired" and stays awake the rest of the night to keep an eye on you

Honestly, Crosshair didn't understand the appeal of the beach. The sun was too bright and he hated the way it reflected off the water directly into his eyes, the sand always seemed to find its way into everything, and the constant crashing of waves was far too loud and distracting. If anyone had asked, he could have listed a dozen better ways to spend the afternoon.

Unfortunately for him, his toddler adored the ocean. And Crosshair, for all his attitude, was never very good at turning down something that made her happy.

He sat a fair distance from the water with one knee propped up, squinting as he watched you and your daughter splash around in the shallows. His expression was mostly unimpressed, but he was carefully watching every wobbly step she took and every enthusiastic attempt to chase retreating waves.

You happened to glance back at him, and laughed when you saw the look on his face. "She's fine," you called with an amused smile.

Crosshair just shot you a flat look before darting his gaze back to your daughter, tensing a little when she stumbled chasing another wave. He relaxed a little as she laughed and you scooped her up, finally carrying her back over to him.

"You look like you're having fun," you said dryly as you sat down next to him, your daughter immediately reaching for him.

"Mhm. So much fun," he drawled sarcastically, letting his toddler scramble into his lap. He frowned as he looked down at her. "Tsk. You're getting me wet."

She just giggled, planting her little hands on his chest to look at the wet handprints that she left behind on his shirt. He rolled his eyes, and you chuckled.

"I think she's figuring out you don't actually mean any of your grumbling," you observed, nudging his shoulder with yours.

Crosshair exhaled through his nose, half a scoff and half a laugh, tilting his head back and away as his daughter spotted the toothpick between his lips and attempted to grab it. "I mean all of it," he retorted, catching her wrist and gently pulling it away.

You just hummed skeptically and watched as your daughter babbled and pulled herself to her feet in Crosshair's lap, once again trying to grab his toothpick. He sighed and flicked it away before giving her an unamused look. "Not for you," he admonished quietly, though she seemed completely unbothered. She patted his cheek with her damp little hand instead, and Crosshair's expression softened a little. He caught her wrist again and pressed a quick little kiss to her palm. She laughed, and you smiled.

"Mhmm." You hummed again in a satisfied manner, leaning back on your palms. "She has you wrapped around her little finger."

Crosshair glanced sideways at you. "Does she?"

You tilted your head a little, returning the sideways glance. "Well. You did carry her halfway across Pabu the other day because she pointed at a moon-yo she wanted to follow."

Crosshair looked at his daughter again, who grinned at him, and the corner of his mouth quirked up just the tiniest bit. "Well, according to her, he was very important," he muttered dryly as his daughter giggled and flopped down in his lap.

You chuckled but didn't argue, instead watching with amusement as your daughter babbled happily and started picking up little handfuls of sand, piling them on Crosshair's thigh. He sighed deeply. "What are you doing?"

She just responded by adding another handful, and you laughed. "See? She knows you're not gonna stop her."

Crosshair frowned at you. "Tsk." But he did not, in fact, make any move to stop her. He just lifted his hand and absently started stroking her damp curls as she continued her apparently very important work, his expression softening as he watched her. Things fell quiet for a moment except for your toddler's quiet babbles and the waves rolling a little distance away.

You watched Crosshair's hand as it smoothed through the strands of your daughter's hair whenever the wind pushed them into her face, watched as he let her pile as much sand as she wanted onto his leg despite his irritation. Your gaze flicked up to his face, studying his soft expression, and your brow furrowed a little.

"Sun too bright?" you asked quietly, reaching out to brush away some wetness under his eye with your thumb.

Crosshair swallowed, his throat bobbing. "Yeah."

You studied him for a second, then leaned closer and pressed a gentle, knowing kiss to his cheek. He turned his head slightly, catching your lips with his for a quiet moment before pulling back. When he looked down again, his daughter was leaning tiredly against his chest, her tiny fingers still curled around a bit of sand despite her eyes starting to drift shut a little. He gently held her against him, feeling her slowly start to drift off.

You smiled, resting your head against his shoulder and squeezing his free hand.

And, though the beach was still too bright and the sand was still annoying and the waves were still too loud, Crosshair found himself hoping that this moment would never have to end.

Loves loves LOVES pleasuring you and takes immense pride in his ability to do so, fucking into you with hard, controlled thrusts, smugly pointing out how deep he's hitting you, only to entirely fall apart the second you praise him or take control

Goes bright red and has to awkwardly adjust himself whenever you casually mention you're going to take a shower or change

Will get on his knees for you whenever you want, giving you oral even while breathlessly complaining about how you interrupted his work for this, berating you for your "highly inconvenient" timing in between sucks and licks

Secretly loves it sooo much when you're bossy and you tell him what to do really assertively. Also loves when you grab his hands and guide them where you want them

Has a MAJOR thing for your voice and can get hard just from you taking a certain tone with him

Records almost every time he fucks you, using the videos to jerk off whenever you're apart and he's feeling too pent up. Also records himself jerking off to those videos and then sends it to you, hoping to get you even a fraction as worked up as he is

Tries so incredibly hard to hold off on begging because of his pride, but when he's overstimulated, desperate whines and pleases just start slipping out of him. He can't help it. He tends to kinda narrate sex as it happens, babbling about how you feel, and as his desperation overtakes him all he can think to say is how much he needs more. Will also moan that he loves you over and over

Cries when you edge him, his face flushed and wet as he accuses you of enjoying torturing him…only to try to edge himself to the recording later and get frustrated when it doesn't feel the same

When he's needy he'll come up with excuses, like tells you he's been working on his stamina (even though it was already good) and begs to fuck you so he can prove it

His neck and chest are so extremely sensitive that you can sometimes make him cum without even properly touching his cock, just by grinding against him and sucking on his nipples

Mixing praise with just the right amount of condescension hits him particularly hard. Like praising him for begging by telling him he's such a good boy when he stops thinking so hard. His breath hitches hard and he's suddenly holding himself back from cumming then and there

Loves when you tell him when to cum, making him work for it, making him beg until he's barely holding on, then finally giving him permission. He immediately jolts and gasps, squeezing his eyes shut and gasping "thank you" over and over as his cock pumps hot spurts of cum into you

A little bit clingy after sex, wants to clean you up for you and gets annoyed if you try to pull away before he's finished cuddling you

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Hunter:

Generally okay with touch and physical affection but prefers predictable touches, especially if his senses are bothering him/overwhelmed

Loves when you comb your fingers through his hair, he finds it really calming/soothing

Also loves when you trace his tattoo (which I firmly believe goes down his entire side), especially the portions on his chest and back

Likes when you really lightly drag your nails along his skin when you’re cuddling, it makes him shiver every time

Tech:

Mildly touch-averse and generally prefers close proximity to overt physical affection

When he does feel like being touched he likes kinda passive contact like sitting with your sides/arms brushing or if you hook your ankle around his under the table

Probably his favorite thing is when you massage his hands and knuckles when they cramp up

Wrecker:

Touch is obviously a super important way Wrecker communicates, especially when it comes to care/affection, and he's very receptive to really any contact you initiate

Craves full body touch, like you completely draped over him in bed or making sure you're totally pressed against him when you hug him. Loves when he picks you up and you wrap your legs around his waist. Wants you to hold him as tight as possible

Chest rubsssss

Crosshair:

Used to be one of the better ones with touch but has a complicated relationship with it post-Tantiss. Has some physical trigger areas that he prefers you avoid, especially his neck

Prefers more subtle affection like holding his hand under the table or slipping your arm around his waist when you’re sitting next to each other and no one can see

Also really likes quick little gestures like a brief peck on the cheek, because it's a quick little absent reminder you love him that doesn't draw a lot of attention

Lovesss when you pull him closer by his hips when you wanna hug him or kiss him or whatever

Echo:

Simultaneously really touch-starved and touch-averse without entirely realizing it. Tenses up at touch a lot even when he's fully expecting it. Likes softer, minimal touches esp when he's still kinda adjusting to regular physical affection

The skin/seams around where his cybernetics are attached are really sensitive and he usually prefers if you avoid touching the areas, though sometimes he likes really really soft kisses there

Honestly finds just like basic, straightforward hugs really comforting. Doesn't matter if they're light and gentle or super tight, he just likes being held

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Rex:

Pretty touch-starved but kinda represses it, most used to practical touches like placing his hand on someone's shoulder when reassuring them or gripping someone's elbow to steady them. Really melts into affection in private though

Really likes when you lazily trace shapes along his skin with your fingertips or when you trace along his muscles

Also after he takes his armor off he's often sore where the armor seams are so he likes when you massage/kiss those places

Back scratches

Cody:

Naturally pretty affectionate with you and comfortable with touch, usually preferring smaller touches unless he's feeling particularly needy or stressed

If he's working he likes when you come up behind him and wrap your arms around his neck, letting him lean back and rest his head against your shoulder

When he hugs you it's always very tight, wraps both arms around your waist and pulls you as close as possible as he buries his face in your neck

Secretly likes being the little spoon

Wolffe:

Generally guarded about touch and when he initiates he's very assertive about it, but honestly he kinda almost prefers when you initiate

Goes very weak for really firm neck and shoulder rubs, just carries SO MUCH physical stress and I feel like he's constantly tense lol

Really likes when you trace his scars but he pretends not to. If he's feeling particularly tired and he gets a little softer though he'll lean into it and his eyes go all half-lidded

Fox:

So insanely touch-starved to the point where like even when you're actively touching him he always needs more

Lovesss having you in his lap esp if it's late and he's stuck working on reports and stuff

Also likes to rest his head in your lap and have you play with his hair/scratch his head, gets annoyed whenever you stop and looks up at you all irritated

Thorn:

Pretty naturally affectionate with you, likes casual, easygoing, frequent touch

Honestly really likes hand holding and always laces his fingers through yours whenever you're near him

A big fan of quick passing affection, like if you nudge your shoulder against his or squeeze his hip when you walk past him

Bly:

Not super naturally inclined to initiate touch on his own but craves it very intensely

Loves a long, quiet forehead press, usually pecks your lips or cheek before pulling away. It feels really intimate and he just really likes that

Likes lifting you up tbh esp if he hasn’t seen you in a while he lifts you up a lil when he hugs you and rocks from side to side

Bacara:

Forcefully represses his need for affection to the point of very mild touch aversion and genuinely believes he doesn't need it

Likes when you touch his shoulders. Like if he kisses you and you clutch at his shoulders or if you pick up that he’s not doing well and reach out to give his shoulder a lil squeeze he really likes it

Secretly loves when you cuddle with him in bed, your head on his chest and a leg draped over him. Pretends to be asleep every time though so you can't call him out

The bicep hold™

Neyo:

Tends to be a little detached and kinda uncomfortable with overly soft or gentle touches, prefers to find excuses for touch through practical things

Likes when you adjust his armor for him, it gets you close to him while he can pretend it's just practical lol

Secretly really loves if you grab onto his arm and hold onto him if you're like surprised or scared or excited

Gregor:

Expresses himself through affection with you pretty frequently and seeks out touch from you a lot

Likes hugging you from behind and loves when you do the same

Really likes when you give him little kisses all over his face, it makes him laugh and instantly puts him in a good mood

Likes lying with his head on your chest and listening to your heartbeat esp while he’s falling asleep

Mayday:

Pretty stoic about his own needs but is really gentle and soft when it comes to you and he tends to initiate touch pretty frequently. Mildly touch starved

Really likes when you stroke his hair or beard, your fingers combing through his hair or scratching lightly at his jaw disarms him and he just leans into your hand with a quiet sigh

Likes when you rest your head in his lap, he often then traces over your features really lightly with his fingertips, just kinda admiring you