#hunter x reader

Especially when you've been lingering around him the entire day, eyes fixated on every part of his body, meeting his gaze with a dark heated look that screams i need you right now. You were ovulating, and Maker he'd be lying if he said it didn't turn him on too. He could smell it from you—the changes in your body, the scent of your hormones calling out to him, the subtle waft of your arousal every time you rub your legs, how you look at him like he's a piece of meat—it drives him absolutely insane.

So, taking pity on his girl, he came up behind you and leaned down so he could whisper in your ear. Go home and get ready. He almost laughed at how fast you stood up from your seat and marched away, leaving the rest of his brothers confused at your sudden departure. They must've thought you were upset. Good, saves him the time and privacy. And now here he was—holding you down on your bed with your ass pulled up high, large hands on your hips to pull you back against him, and your face buried in your pillows to muffle your sounds.

He could've been more gentle with you, especially now that your body was sensitive—not to mention fertile—but something told Hunter gentle wasn't what you needed right now. You needed him hard, rough, and deep. You were sobbing for it, and he could only oblige his sweet girl's wishes. It's what your body wanted too, after all—to be filled by his spend and do it over, and over, and over again until you're completely satisfied. And who was he to deny that?

“Is this what you want?” Hunter snaps his hips faster, groaning at the sensation of your walls clenching around him. “Been thinking about it too. Could smell you all day. Driving me crazy with those eyes and smell. Next time, just ask. I'd give it to you, mesh'la. Give you this—”

He thrusted again, deeper, pulling another loud moan out of you. “—for as long as you want. All day. All night. I'd take care of you, sweet girl.”

He smiled at the way you tried to meet his thrusts, pushing back against him for more, moaning his name to spur him to go harder. He did, flipping you over so you faced him and hitching your legs around his hips, before he began another brutal pace that has you crying out and sobbing. Hunter only kisses your tears away, shushing your babbling in gentle murmurs—the opposite to his rough thrusts.

“I'll fill you up, mesh'la. Won't stop until you're round and swollen with me.”

ECHO

Echo is honestly the perfect lover. Thoughtful, caring, and deeply understanding.

He's incredibly sweet to you, always making sure your well-being is perfect and advising you to tell him immediately if there's something wrong. He's all about communication and trust, which makes you love him. Especially now that you're on your first day of ovulation, seeing him be so attentive and nurturing lights an insatiable heat within you. He knew everything about you—your quirks, habits, tell-tales, favorite things, dislikes—so, he should've known this day would come. He just didn't expect it to come sooner.

You'd never forget the look on his face when you suddenly pulled him inside an empty storage compartment, snickering at his wide-eyed stare, before you locked the door behind him. Echo immediately picked up on what was happening, flushing for a moment as he tried to ask you if this was okay. But he didn't get any answer except for the sight of you dropping on your knees, peering up at him through your lashes, and giving him that wicked smile that knocked the air out of his lungs.

Echo didn't need to be told twice. He was already clumsily fumbling with his armor, then dropped his codpiece on the ground, and pulled himself out—half-hard and throbbing—while you impatiently tugged his blacks down to expose more. And when you grasped him, Echo already knew he wouldn't survive this. He'd walk right out of this compartment utterly wrecked and ruined. But he didn't mind it. His girl can have whatever she wants right now, and if you want him like this, he's all yours.

So, Echo gathers your hair in his other hand and leans back against the wall. Go on, cyar'ika. Take what you want. Oh, you did. You took him down and deep like you've been starving for it. You kept praising him for how he's been so good to you, how you wanted to thank him, how irresistible he looks when he's concerned. And Echo was left grunting and covering his mouth using his scomp through every praise and suck.

But just before he could come, you pulled away from him and stood up. Shoving your pants and underwear down, turning around so you face the opposite wall, and bending over while tossing him a dark look over your shoulder. Echo didn't think twice—he placed a hand on your spine, his scomp against your hip, gently nudged your feet apart, and lined himself up against you.

“Greedy little thing.” You heard him laugh from behind, before you felt him push inside with an agonizing pace, filling you up perfectly with every inch of his girth. “Both hands on the wall. Just be quiet for me. Okay, cyar'ika?”

TECH

Tech has your Ovarian cycle catalogued ever since your first intimate moment with him.

Now, he's perfectly aware of each phase your body goes through every month. He'd let you pester him during his work, bring him food and drinks when you're in your follicular phase because apparently that makes you happy. He'd spend time with you during your luteal phase, returning the acts of service to nourish your needs through those times. And in time of your menstrual phase, he'll be even more gentle and soft around you.

But between the follicular and luteal phase was the one variable he always could never be prepared for. He should be able to predict it, at least, anticipate when it will happen. But compared to the other phases, this phase was entirely unpredictable. Thankfully, he understood how your body by now. The moment your heat signature rises to a certain degree, the way your heartbeat quickens faster than normal, and the sight of your skin flushed and glowing told him enough.

All signs leading to your Ovulation phase. And during this phase, you were more. . . demanding with your needs. So, Tech wasn't even surprised when you knocked his datapad off his hands and tugged him towards the cockpit where you sealed yourselves inside for the remainder of the day.

“Ahhh—oh, stars. Are you sure you don't—ahhh—want to be more gentle, my dear?” Tech gritted out through clenched teeth, grasping your hips to ground himself while you rode him on his pilot seat. “Oh, kriff. No, you don't. That's—ahhh—fine. I'll document this for next ti—”

He didn't even get to finish his sentence as you crashed your lips on his, muffling his surprised gasp. Oh, of course. How could he forget? Sometimes, you disliked it when he began rambling during these acts. Especially during this phase of your cycle. And so, Tech adjusted his goggles and shifted in his seat.

Very well, then.

He didn't give you time to adjust, before he tightened his grip on your hips and started thrusting up. You cried out, both in pleasure and relief, meeting his thrusts with every downward grind—wrapping your arms around his neck and burrowing your face on his shoulder.

“That's it, my dear. Let go. Do not stop. Don't.”

CROSSHAIR

Oh, Crosshair's gonna be onto you the moment he catches your stare and sees the hungry glint in your eyes.

It wouldn't take him long to know you're in that phase, his favorite one, and he will rile you up on purpose. Because why not? It's more fun that way. A challenge to see who's going to give in first. He'd intentionally drop his voice and slow his words when talking to you, flex his fingers around his rifle while he cleans it, lets out more noises when he stretches or trains, and shifts his toothpick around with his tongue—making sure you see and hear everything.

His touch lingers on your body when he pats your hip or squeezes your thigh. He uses his height to tower over your frame when he corners you and whispers all the filthy things he knew would get you all hot and bothered. And he'd always have that infuriating smirk on his lips when he sees the frustration on your face the moment he pulls away and walks off like nothing happened.

But it's all part of his plan. The moment you decide enough is when he'll claim victory. And the moment he catches your stare, come here right now or else, and he's already following close behind you still wearing that infamous grin that makes your blood boil and race at the same time. If you thought he was a tease before, he's much worse once in private.

Because he knows all the right buttons to press. The right pace—torturously slow—to have you squirming in frustration. The patterns he'd draw between your legs to have them shaking. All the sensitive spots on your body he knew would make you more desperate. He exploits all of them while he takes you against a wall, hidden from the public but risky enough for someone to catch you.

One hand on your mouth, the other gripping your hip, back arched as he thrusts into you from behind. Rough, deep, and punishing. You're already panting and drooling in his palm, while he's keeping his own noises down through strained groans and grunts.

“So desperate,” his voice slithers between your ears raggedly. “Not even ashamed we're out here. Need me that badly, huh? Well, you have me now. And you'll have more later when we get home.”

WRECKER

Now, Wrecker is a little more dense when it comes to these things.

You have to let him know each time because he could mistake your wandering gaze and lingering touches as genuine affection. And he's a pretty physical guy himself, he'd see those gestures as something normal and he'd return them equally. So, whenever your ovulation phase comes around, you'd have to tap his arm and give him a look specifically for him to understand alone. Or if that doesn't work still, you'd gesture to him to lean down so you could whisper in his unscarred ear—can we get out of here?

Which is usually his cue to know you need him, and you wanted to be as far away as possible from others. His eyes would go wide, starts nodding furiously once he puts the pieces together. It never fails to amuse you every time when he starts to fumble out an excuse to others. Then, you'd pull him away while he's wearing a giddy grin that stretches so far on his face.

The next moment, he's sighing in relief as you sink down on his massive length—already throbbing and leaking the moment you stripped down to your underwear and pushed it aside to straddle him. His energy switches every phase. Sometimes he's rough and fast, carried away by adrenaline and the thrill of someone finding the two of you here. Other times, he lets you lead the pace. And right now, he's letting you take control.

“Love it when you're like this,” Wrecker groans out, then curses when you clench around him. “Kriff—so wet and warm. Take your time, sweetheart. This one's all yours. Just wanna watch you come on my cock.”

He sits back and watches you struggle against him, grinning up at you as he helps you move by holding your hips and letting you grind back and forth. His hands would wander all over your body, always praising and talking you through it. That's it, pretty girl. Have all of me. I'm right here. You need this badly, huh? Not going anywhere, just take it slow. I'll stuff you full later. Fill you up nice and slow.

And once you finally come, Wrecker grins and switches up.

Hunter

You didn’t even manage to fully sit up before arms wrapped around your waist, pulling you back into the firm, warm chest of your sergeant. You let out an airy giggle as one of his arms locked firmly around you, the other quickly pulling the blanket back up to your chin before retreating back under the covers and finding its home on your waist.

“And just where do you think you’re going?” Hunter said in his devilishly sultry morning voice. There was an underlying smokiness to it which made your legs weak and core clench.

“I was gonna-“

“Try to sneak out of bed?”

“No, I was going to get out of bed to make breakfast you goofball. It’s almost 8 and we have work today.”

Hunter only grunted in response and instead, rolled your body over to face him, resting his chin on top of your head.

“We don’t have to go for a little bit,” Hunter said sleepily, a yawn leaving his lips as he held you. He didn’t want to leave the warm, cozy comfort of your bed just yet, content to just hold you in his arms forever. You let out another giggle, loving how clingy Hunter got in the mornings. There was something endearing about how he held you, kissed your forehead, whispered sweet nothing in your ear. It made you look forward to waking up in the morning but also going to sleep at night.

Hunters hands around your waist tightened ever so slightly, giving you two pulsing squeezing before relaxing again. You smiled and returned the gesture, giving his shoulder the same two pulsing squeezes before snuggling into him once more.

It was a gesture that had started during the war, a small sign to let each other know the other was okay. And now it represented your unwavering love for one another. It was calm, peaceful and safe.

“Hunter?”

”Hm?”

“I love you so much,” you said, placing a kiss to his scruffy chin, smiling at the happy rumble that came from his chest.

“Ni kar'tayli gar darasuum ner cyare,” Hunter said, the Mando’a rolling off his tongue in a way that made you keen happily. Hunter chuckled and smoothed his hand down your back, giving your bum a couple squeezes as well. You just laughed and playfully swatted his chest, trying and failing to keep your composure.

“You’re such a man.”

“You love me though hm?”

“Always have and always will.”

Wrecker

Wreckers snores luckily drowned out the sounds of the floor boards, making it easier to slip out of bed. However, that just had to be the moment when Wrecker rolled over onto his other side, arm outstretched and feeling around your side of the bed for you.

“Wha-“ he slurred, his mind waking up ever so slightly to register that you had moved. You turned your head to gaze over your shoulder at him, smiling as his sleepy eyes met yours.

“Good morning sweetheart,” you said and Wrecker looked around, his brain still trying to catch up with his body.

“Whas-Whas gon on?” His words were slurred sleepily and you couldn’t help but giggle at how adorable he was. You reached back and placed a hand on his cheek, stroking it with your thumb. Wrecker turned his attention back to you, laying his head back down on the pillow as your soft hand caressed his face.

“Goo mornin babe,” he said, his voice still heavy with sleep, but his good eyes looked at you half lidded and lovingly.

“I’m going to make breakfast. Anything special you want?” You asked, smiling as Wrecker shook his head. Instead of responding with words, he carefully and delicately gripped your wrist, pulling you back toward him with his strength. You let out a quiet yelp as you were brought back into his warm embrace, body warming upas he held you.

“Wan you to stay in bed,” Wrecker said, closing his eyes again and already letting the peacefulness of your presence lull him back to sleep. You giggled softly and tried to leave once again but Wrecker only tighten his gentle grip on you, adjusting positions so that he was spooning you properly and comfortably. All you could do was lay there, accepting the fact that the cuddle monster had gotten you and you were now bound to stay in bed for at least another hour.

“You’re silly you know that?” You said and took wreckers hand in your own, lacing your fingered together as you closed your eyes again.

“You wuv me,” Wrecker replied, his voice already quiet and on the verge of sleep again.

“I do wuv you, my sleepy giant.”

Tech

“Darling?” Tech’s groggy morning voice stoped you in your tracks, making you curse under you breath. You hadn’t wanted to wake him, especially considering that a sleeping Tech was a rare sight. You peaked over your shoulder to see him rubbing his eyes, a yawn leaving his mouth with a small drabble of drool at the corner.

The adorable sight made you giggle, turning back around to wipe his mouth, holding his cheek in your hand and thumbing along his cheek bone. Tech closed his eyes and nuzzled into your hand, placing his slightly larger, warm hand over yours.

“I was going to get up to go to the market. Would you like anything?” You asked softly, already watching as Tech’s eyes began to close again. He really was tired and having you here with him meant comfort, warmth, safety and staying in bed. Tech just shook his head and instead, pulled the blankets back up, trapping you under them with him.

“Tech-“ you were cut off as he sleepily kissed your forehead, cocooning you in his embrace.

“Can we go together later?” Tech asked, tightening his hold on you as his breathing evened out again. You smiled and nodded, even if he couldn’t see it but he felt it. You could feel the way his muscles relaxed even further, his body going soft as it held you.

“We can. Just want to go back to sleep?” You asked, running a hand through his soft brown locks, feeling the way he shivered at the affectionate touch, a sleepy smile on his lips.

“Mmhmm, I require at lease another standard hour,” he said, words muffled and slurred as he spoke into your chest. You just smiled and kissed his forehead, wiggling to get into a more comfortable position.

“I love you Tech,” you whispered, hearing a low rumble and slightly muffled “I love you too,” into your chest. Tech was already asleep again by the time you closed your eyes, his arm locked around your waist and his nose wrinkled in the cutest way.

You smiled down at him lovingly, yawning as you were pulled back into the subconscious plain of dreams, content to stay in bed forever if Tech was by your side.

Crosshair

“Get back here,” the words made you stop, not daring to turn around to see the cheeky sniper who lay beside you. He was very clingy in the morning, especially if he was comfortable and would only get out of bed when his stomach began to growl louder than Wreckers snores.

“I was going to go for a walk by the water,” you said softly, chancing a glance over to him. Crosshair was curled up on his side facing you, left eye still closed but his right eye peered at you through sleepy lashes He wore a tired pout, blankets bunched up in his fists. You couldn’t help the small smile that appeared on your lips as you looked at him. No matter how many morning you woke up next to him, he was still the most handsome man you’d ever met.

“A walk can wait. I wasn’t done sleeping,” he said, his voice dripping in sarcasm and fake seriousness that you couldn’t help but giggle at, shaking your head as you swung your legs back into the bed. You smiled as Crosshair gave a fake serious nod before pulling you into his body, koala hugging you with the blankets still in his grasp. His hands found their way to your chest, giving a gentle yet possessive squeeze to your breasts, using them like a stress ball.

You laughed this time while stifling a moan, kissing your sleepy snipers forehead, freeing one of your arms from his grip to scratch his head. You felt a rumble of contentment from his chest, his muscles relaxing again as he held you.

“Don’t do that again,” he grumbled sleepily, adjusting to ensure you had enough blanket but also to make sure you couldn’t slip out of his arms again. You just giggled again and placed another kiss to his forehead.

“I won’t Cross. Go back to sleep, Eva go for a walk together in a couple hours,” you said softly, already feeling his breathing evening out again. The only acknowledgment you got that he had heard you was a subtle nod into your shoulder, his arms loosening just a little as he reentered the realm of dreams.

“Sleep well Cross,” you said giving him one more kiss before you closed your eyes again, feeling safe in the arms of your blanket thieving, koala sleeping sniper.

Echo

Only to have a cool hand grab your hand, holding you gently in place. You turned your head to look at Echo who was rubbing his eye with his other hand, pout on his lips as he looked at you.

“Don’t go,” he said, almost so quiet you didn’t hear him, but luckily you did. You smiled softly at him before bringing your legs back into bed, lying down to face your handsome trooper.

“I was just going to make us some food,” you said, moving your hand to cup his cheek gently. Echo leaned into the warmth of your hand, pulling you closer to his body and tangling his legs with yours.

“Stay. Please?” He asked, gazing at you pleadingly. The look on his face clued you into the fact that he must’ve had a bit of a rough sleep last night, nodding in response to Echos request.

“I won’t go until you’re ready to get out of bed okay?” You said with a gentle smile. Echo returned it and held you close, closing his eyes and leaning into for a kiss. You reciprocated, meeting his lips halfway. The kiss was gentle and inviting, both of your bodies relaxing into one another as you went on.

Echos hand began to wander as the kiss deepened, one of them carefully tangling in your hair as the other found your bum, giving it a loving squeeze. You moaned into his mouth. Your hand running up and down his back, being mindful of the ports that still protruded from them.

“Wanna have a little fun before breakfast?” He asked, a cheeky smile on his handsome face. You beamed at him, giggling as he rolled you into your back.

“I’d love too,” you breathed as Echo leaned down and connected your lips once more.

I’m back! It’s been a very long, impromptu hiatus but I am alive I promise. I’ve got plenty of stories in the works, it’s just about getting them out of my brain and onto this app.

It was a slow night at 79’s; you wouldn’t have had it any other way. A clone bar was pretty far from your typical scene, but it was the only bar on Coruscant that you knew had decent drinks.

It wasn’t really the “scene” of your… friends, if they could be called that, either. They were clones, yes, but not normal ones. 

To most? Ten times more prickly, with an air of superiority about them that made them intolerable to other clones. But to you? There weren’t a set of clones in the galaxy you’d rather be spending an evening with.

They’d just gotten back from a mission, and considering it was rare that you were all on the same planet at once… you’d taken the opportunity to invite them out. Well, it was actually Wrecker who invited you here, but you’d mentioned wanting to get together.

You were laughing off your second drink now, losing it over another stupid joke Hunter made. Or, more specifically, at the way Crosshair glared at him for saying it.

“You guys up for round three?” You quirked an eyebrow at the table. 

“That even a question?” Wrecker grinned, already standing up. But you held a hand up, insisting on getting everyone’s drinks. They seemed reluctant to watch you go alone, but… the bar was mostly empty at this hour. 

They shared a look: what could go wrong? 

And so you left the booth, taking a seat at the bar and listing off their orders, plus your own, like second nature. 

The bartending droid got to work, and you relaxed a bit against the bar, a light smile curving your lips. 

“Well, aren’t you a pretty thing.”

You turned your head. There was a clone a couple seats away from you at the bar, nursing a half-empty drink you doubted was his first. Your smile faltered for a second before transforming into a more polite one. You nodded respectfully, trying to make it obvious you weren’t interested in conversation.

He didn’t take the hint. He stood up from his seat, abandoning his drink to lean against the bar right next to you.

“Ah… enjoying your night, soldier?” you tried, laughing awkwardly.

His face twisted in consideration as he shrugged. “Eh. Little quiet. Little boring.” Then his gaze flicked to you, and he grinned. “Until now. Haven’t seen you around here before.”

“Oh, yeah, uh… not my typical joint.”

“Figured. You look like you should be somewhere much nicer, little lady.”

Was that supposed to be a compliment? You just laughed again, shifting in your seat. The bartending droid was done with three of the six drinks you needed.

“You here all alone?” 

“No, I’m here with friends.” An apologetic smile accompanied your response. You were hoping that would be enough to get him away. “They’re just sitting at a booth over there.”

He didn’t look. “Well, you’re alone right now.” 

Another uncomfortable laugh left you, and you looked at the droid almost desperately. Work faster, you goddamn—

“I’ll keep you company, if you don’t mind…” His hand slid across the bar towards your crossed arms resting on the counter, and you quickly sat up straight, intertwining your fingers tightly in your lap.

“No, that’s okay. I’ll probably be… you know. Walking away in a second.” Take the hint, dude. 

“Oh, but your friends can wait a few minutes, can’t they? I don’t think I’m ready to watch a pretty girl like you get away so soon.” He smiled, chuckling softly. 

You just narrowed your eyes, no longer smiling as you desperately stared at the drinks on the platter. Five drinks. Just one more…

Your head was jerked back to look at the clone when he grabbed your chin, laughing at your startled expression. “You’ve got gorgeous eyes. Very expressive.”

“Excuse me,” a (thankfully) familiar voice chirped on your other side. “Can you make that Fire Dancer a double shot?” He’d been addressing the droid, but from his sharp tone… he was probably taking a jab at the clone, too.

The clone’s grip on your chin loosened just enough for you to turn your head. Tech was drumming his fingers on the bar on your other side, looking directly at the clone out of the corner of his eye.

“I don’t think she’s interested,” he deadpanned, expression unreadable.

The clone’s face twitched. “Hey… you’re one of those bad batchers,” he sneered. “Why don’t you go back to whatever corner you’re hiding in, and stop trying to act like you know everything?”

“I’ve got a better idea for you.” A sharp voice, low and gravelly, sliced the air. You turned again to see Crosshair standing behind the clone, one arm braced on the bar to box him between you and Crosshair.

“Get it through your head that she’s. Not. Interested,” he drawled, narrowing his eyes in that glare that was eerily similar to his sniping abilities—precise, intentional, and deadly.

Tech was leaning over your shoulder, trying to read a serial number printed on the clone’s armor. “CT-3889,” he read. “I’ll remember that.”

“What, are you gonna report me?” The clone snorted.

“Report? Oh, no. I can think of things that are worse than reporting. And easier, too.” He nodded, accepting his drink from the bartending droid. 

“... You’re bluffing,” the clone narrowed his eyes, glancing once at Crosshair behind him.

“You wanna find out?” Crosshair practically hissed.

The droid set a platter on the bar with the other five drinks you needed, and just as soon as it hit the surface, CT-3889 was up and gone, grumbling curses under his breath.

“... I don’t like that guy.” Crosshair narrowed his eyes, never letting his gaze leave the trooper once until he was out of the establishment. Then he looked at you, examining your face closely. “He touched you.” 

You blinked. Watching them scare that guy off… you almost forgot that you were a part of this whole ordeal. “Oh. Uh…”

“Is he finally gone?” Echo drawled, eyeing the door carefully as he stepped closer. Hunter and Wrecker were behind him.

“If I ever see that guy on Kamino…” Wrecker snarled, cracking his knuckles irritably, “I’m gonna—”

“You’re not gonna do anything,” Hunter warned him. Then he looked at you. “Are you alright?”

“I was going to ask that,” Tech interjected quietly, taking a sip of his drink.

“You guys. I’m fine,” you almost had to laugh. Almost. “He was just…” you gestured vaguely. You didn’t want to say anything nice, but saying something mean would make it seem like you weren’t fine. Which, to be fair, you sort of weren’t. 

“Insufferable,” Crosshair grumbled, picking up his own drink to throw it back.

“Ugly,” Wrecker added, then guffawed. That got you to laugh, too.

“Bothering you.” Tech said finally, and you nodded. He hummed. “Well then. I’m glad I intervened.”

“We shouldn’t have let you go off on your own,” Hunter said, almost apologetically. 

“Yeah, regs can be…” Echo made a face, gesturing to the door. “... Like that.”

“And you guys are so much better,” you teased, putting your hands on your hips. “You probably scared that guy all the way back to his incubation chamber.”

Crosshair snorted. “Good.” After a slow sip of his drink, he just shook his head, almost imperceptibly. “I’d never stoop that low.”

“Wouldn’t you, now?” You raised an eyebrow, smirking. 

Crosshair matched your grin. “Why would I harass some lady at a bar when I’ve already got you?”

Wrecker burst out laughing; a contagious sound. Soon you were all chuckling into your drinks again, but in those silent breaths between more jokes and stories…

You let yourself feel a little lighter. From what Crosshair said (and from how the boys were still eyeing the other bargoers suspiciously)... you had a feeling you wouldn’t have to worry about “suitors” like that again for a long time.

Okay, here's the thing. He's a gentleman. He WANTS to give you aftercare. But the reality is, he's an absolute MESS after sex. Think absolutely out of it for at least half an hour, if not more. It's due to his hightened senses. So it'll probably be you giving him aftercare — or at least leading it — not the other way around.

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

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

His favourite part on himself is his hair, if that counts. He loves when you pull him by it, of course, but he's also generally just proud of it.

On you, he loves your smile. It sounds cliche but it has a way of cheering him up even when he's tired and sad. Secretly, though, he also absolutely LOVES your ass. When you put on some shorts during a hot day on Pabu, his brain literally short-circuted. His jaw was on the floor. Crosshair still teases him about it.

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

Anywhere you'll let him. Though he prefers coming inside you or on your chest/stomach. He might also secretly want to cum on your face but he's a gentleman and he won't bring it up out of fear of you taking it as him wanting to degrade you.

He also LOVES your cum. He has a slight oral fixation (see K=kink) and one of his favourite sexual activities is going down on you/sucking you off. He'll lick and swallow every last drop. If you're afab, he also loves it when you squirt.

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

He's obsessed with marking you. It's strong and primal for him. He's obsessed with smelling himself on you (see: K=kink). Though you'll probably have to figure out most of his kinks on your own cause he's a bit scared you'll find him disgusting.

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

He knows what he's doing, in theory. But he has no practical experience with anything other than his hand. He wanted to, don't get me wrong. But he learned early on that sex leaves him very defensless and vulnerable due to his heightened senses so he never really trusted anyone before you enough to let go like that.

F = Favorite position (this goes without saying)

He prefers positions where you're on top, since he can fully let himself go (without worrying he'll fall on you from overstimulation)

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

He's not opposed to making jokes but it's rare he'll crack one. It's usually him letting out a breathless chuckle at something you say. He's usually too overhelmed to think of anything, his mind is on you and you alone.

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

He keeps it trimmed to a very specific lenght. Not short enough to not be there completely — since it itches when he shaves it fully and it starts to grow again — but pretty short. It's a sensory thing. When it does grow out sometimes on long missions, it's surprisingly straight. Not FULLY straight but there's definitly no curls there.

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

Depends on the situation. More often than not, though, he'll be way more romantic after he comes down from the high. HOWEVER, if his focus that night is solely on you and your pleasure, he'll be the biggest romantic and gentleman.

J = Jack off (masturbation headcanon)

Rarely. Not because he doesn't have needs but because it's rare he gets enough time to himself without the risk of one of his brothers walking in on him. If he has the required privacy, he'll rub one out a few times a week but not every day. Usually as a way to relieve stress or because you're away and he's thinking about you *wink wink*.

K = Kink (one or more of their kinks)

Scent kink. If you're dirty and don't shower for a while and your scent is purely YOU, no artificial smells, just the smell of your skin, dirt and sweat? Oh, he's a goner. Sensory depravation, but only if he REALLY trusts you, as that usually sends him into blind panic otherwise. Edging/orgasm denial. Hair pulling. Just generally messing with his senses. If you do any of the messing with senses, though, he'll be exhausted, will need a lot of aftercare, and will probably only last one round. It'll be worth it, though.

Blindfolding/gagging/restraining you with his bandana. It surprises even him but when you happen to call him "Sarge" once during sex, he literally cums right then and there. Knife play. Oral fixation. Period sex. Maybe even a bit of watersports/omorashi for the sensation + marking aspect. Did I mention he loves to mark you with his cum? Yeah. And perhaps a biiiit of a breeding kink. He's generally into the more natural and primal things. Can you tell he's one of my favourites by how many kinks I put in here? Lmao

Like I mentioned before, he's a bit worried you'll be disgusted if he brings any of it up, so although he might mention the edging, hair pulling, bandana, and such things, you'll have to figure out the more "nasty" ones yourself.

Oh, and he's totally a switch.

L = Location (favorite places to do the do)

Your bedroom. Or any private room, for that matter. But ACTUALLY private and at least temporarily yours, since he'll need a bit to come back from the high.

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

Your scent. You wearing shorts. You using his bandana to tie your hair (if you have it). You calling him "seargant". You in your armour. You straddling him/restraining him during training. You giving out orders. You.

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

Anything that could hurt you. Also age play and daddy kink. It weirds him out. And nothing with sensory overstimulation. He gets that for free, no need for trying.

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

He'll never turn down a good old blowjob but he definitly prefers giving. Just burying his face in your pussy/ass and eating you out or sucking your dick with his nose buried in your pubes. The taste, the smell, he loves everything about it.

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

That highly depends on the mood. He can be fast and rough, but sometimes a certain mood will hit and he'll want to properly worship you and make love to you rather than fuck you.

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

Quickies are unfortunately off the table due to his sensory issues. The long time it takes him to come back to himself kinda defeats the entire purpose.

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

He's open to try literally anything except for the few things I've mentioned above. It's hard to put him off. However, he'll never do anything risky in the terms of your shared health. And he won't do anything in public, or even semi-public. Or at least he won't be on the receiving end. He doesn't mind pleasuring you in semi-public/risky places, but it'd be dangerous for him to do due to — again — his senses.

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

At first, he'll shoot FAST. This man has no experience and super heightened senses. The first time he'll probably cum in his pants like before you even properly touch him. And he'll be out of it for a while. He'll be super embarrassed and apologectic after. And he'll definitly make it up to you. His heightened senses also help him stay in tune with your body so he'll know exactly what you need and he will be AMAZING at giving you pleasure from the very beggining, despite his lack of experience. With time, he'll learn to last longer and he'll usually last just slightly shorter than he would've with normal senses.

He can go for a few rounds, too. His refractory period is pretty short. Though if you go for more than one or two rounds, he'll be EXHAUSTED afterwards. So it's reserved for special ocassions. He does always make sure you cum at least three or four times though, if not more.

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

He's open to toys. He's confident enough in his skills that he doesn't feel threatened by you suggesting toys. But he won't suggest it himself. Not because he's opposed to it, but simply because he just wouldn't think of it.

U = Unfair (how much they like to tease)

He doesn't really have the patience to tease you, to be honest. It's more likely you'll be teasing him than the other way around.

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

Oh, he is LOUD. Think a lot of pathetic noises like whimpers, loud moaning, but also some low grunts and even some screaming (especially during orgasms). He's got a wiiide range of sounds. Not only due to his senses but also because with you he can finally fully let go. He'll be especially loud when you dom him. He's also surprisingly — or not — good at dirty talk.

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

This is a common headcanon but his tattoo is not only on his face. I'll just leave this here.

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

Okay, so for this one I might have analyzed a bunch of pictures and gifs from later seasons when he had THOSE PANTS and his bulge was showing. Yea, I did it. Sue me. (Example for reference)

I think he packs good 7 inches and he's fairly girthy, just enough to stretch you well but not enough to hurt.

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

Pretty high at the beggining. He has a looot pent up. Especially since he essentialy needs a longer period of privacy to jerk off and he doesn't get that with his brothers. With time, though, it'll go down to pretty average. It'll still be very easy to get him riled up, though.

Z = Zzz (how quickly they fall asleep afterwards)

Hunter’s boot drops to the floor instantly. His dark eyes lock onto yours, a sudden, intense heat flaring behind them as his gaze traces the line of your collarbone before snapping back to your face. A slow, incredibly dangerous smirk tugs at the corner of his lips, and he leans forward, wrapping his large hands around your waist to drag you off the console and straight into his lap. His chest vibrates with a low, gravelly chuckle right against your ear. "Is that right?" he whispers, his breath hot against your neck as his grip tightens possessively. "You come up here looking for trouble, cyare, you’re going to find it. Now, are you going to keep teasing me, or are you going to do something about it before I do?”

TECH

Tech is standing by the primary diagnostic screen, entirely absorbed in a system readout with a hydrospanner in hand. You walk up behind him, stepping so close that your chest brushes his shoulder blades. You slide your hands under his open utility vest, your fingers tracing the heat of his ribs through his undershirt, before leaning up to press a soft, lingering kiss right below his ear.

"Tech," you whisper, your lips brushing his skin as you speak. "You’ve been staring at this screen for hours. I think your sensors need a completely different kind of input."

The hydrospanner clatters instantly out of his hand, bouncing off the workbench. Tech freezes entirely, his breath hitching in a high, strangled gasp as a fierce, dark flush rushes up his neck. He doesn't pull away; instead, his hands drop to cover yours, pressing your fingers harder against his ribs. He turns his head slowly, his goggles slightly askew, his dilated eyes fixed entirely on your lips. "Your... physical proximity is severely disrupting my focus," he breathes, his voice uncharacteristically deep and breathless as he spins around in your arms, trapping you against the edge of the workbench. "If you persist with this specific trajectory of stimulation, I will be forced to shut down the main systems entirely to accommodate you. Choose your next word very carefully."

CROSSHAIR

Crosshair is sitting on a storage crate in the secondary hold, meticulously threading a cleaning patch through the barrel of his rifle. He looks completely untouchable, a toothpick balanced lazily between his lips. You walk straight up to him, stepping right between his parted knees. You reach down, your fingers sliding into his short, silver hair, gently tilting his head back so he’s forced to look up at you, before your other hand slides down to slowly trace the edge of his jawline.

"Crosshair," you whisper, leaning down until your lips are barely an inch from his. "You spend so much time cleaning that rifle. I'm starting to get jealous of a piece of metal."

The toothpick stops moving instantly. His sharp eyes narrow, a dark, wickedly amused heat flaring behind them as he stares up at you. He slowly sets the rifle aside, his movements agonizingly deliberate. Before you can even finish your sentence, his long fingers wrap tightly around your thighs, effortlessly lifting you up onto the edge of the workbench. He steps in close, crowding right between your knees, his hands dropping to press flat against the wood on either side of your hips to trap you completely.

He tilts his head, a slow, devastatingly attractive smirk tugging at his lips as his gaze drops to your mouth. "Awh, is the princess getting jealous?" he draws, his low, raspy voice dropping to a quiet, teasing purr that vibrates right against your skin. He leans in closer, his lips brushing the shell of your ear as his hands slide up to grip your waist, pulling you flush against his chest. "You're a real menace, you know that? If you wanted my attention, all you had to do was ask. There is no need for you to be jealous of anything, you should know that you’re mine. Or would you like me to remind you, Princess?

WRECKER

Wrecker is sitting on the main lounge bench, lazily tossing a small thermal detonator casing up and down in his hand, looking thoroughly unbothered. You walk over, step directly onto the bench beside him, and straddle his lap, settling your hips against his. You slide your hands down his massive chest, your fingers digging lightly into the thick muscle of his shoulders, and lean down to look into his wide eyes.

"Wrecker," you tease, a playful, flirty smile on your lips as you trail your fingers up to his jaw. "You're always bragging about how much weight you can carry. Let’s see if you can handle this."

The metal casing drops to the floor with a loud clang as Wrecker let out a heavy, rumbling gasp. His massive hands immediately fly to your hips, his fingers digging into your skin with a sudden, possessive grip that completely stops his usual loud laughter. His face goes bright red, a massive, breathless grin spreading across his lips as he looks up at you. "Oh, you think you're real funny, huh?" he rumbles, his deep voice dropping to a low, rough growl that makes your chest tingle. He effortlessly shifts his grip, lifting you higher against him until you're completely trapped against his massive frame. "I can carry you across the galaxy without breaking a sweat! But since you're already up here... I'm not letting you down until you say please."

ECHO

Echo is leaning against the terminal console, flipping through a datapad with his human hand while his prosthetic arm rests quietly against his side. You saunter into his space, sliding your hands up his chest to wrap around his neck, pulling yourself up on your tiptoes so your body is pressed fully against his. You let your fingers twist lightly into the fabric at the collar of his shirt, leaning in until your breath fans over his lips.

"Echo," you murmur, your eyes dropping to his mouth before flashing back to his eyes. "You’re always so disciplined. It makes me really want to see what happens when you completely lose control."