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leemarkies · 1 day
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hunter - s3 ep9: the harbinger
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giganonyx · 1 year
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We were robbed of wet rat Hunter
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Tell me why the animators did everything in their power to avoid showing Hunter with wet hair on screen 😩 ✋
THEY LITERALLY SHOWED HIM GETTING TO SHORE ONLY TO BE BLOCKED BY THE GASPING FORM OF WRECKER(lol) AND THEN HE TURNS AWAY FROM THE CAMERA A N D T H E N HE STANDS UP BUT HIS HEAD IS DIRECTLY CUT OUT OF FRAME WHAT KIND OF MONSTERS DID THIS anyway
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overlord-of-fantasy · 1 month
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They are the best
Hunter, trying to get the bad batch a new job: I’m telling you, my team is competent. Echo, rushing in: Hunter! Wrecker tried to make pasta in the coffee pot again and now it's broken!
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starwarscaptionthis · 2 months
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lunesmoony · 10 months
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HUNTER SCREEN REDRAW <33
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Original + reference :)
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I am SOOO ready for Hunter to enter his reputation era 🤭
I absolutely love drawing him in this lighting! It was so fun!!
As always- critism/tips are welcome but not full on hate :)
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sinfulsalutations · 11 months
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𝕜𝕟𝕚𝕗𝕖 𝕜𝕚𝕟𝕜 𝕨𝕚𝕥𝕙 𝕤𝕖𝕣𝕘𝕖𝕒𝕟𝕥 𝕙𝕦𝕟𝕥𝕖𝕣 ⋆*・゚
➼ ᴄᴏɴᴛᴇɴᴛ ☆ ꜱᴍᴜᴛ, ɪᴍᴘʟɪᴇᴅ ᴏʀᴀʟ ꜱᴇx (ꜰ ʀᴇᴄᴇɪᴠɪɴɢ), ᴋɴɪꜰᴇ ᴋɪɴᴋ, ᴜꜱᴇ ᴏꜰ ᴋɴɪᴠᴇꜱ ɪɴ ᴛʜᴇ ʙᴇᴅʀᴏᴏᴍ (ɴᴏ ᴄᴜᴛꜱ ɪɴꜰʟɪᴄᴛᴇᴅ), ᴛᴀʟᴋ ᴏꜰ ʙᴏᴜɴᴅᴀʀɪᴇꜱ ᴀɴᴅ ʀᴜʟᴇꜱ, ʙɪᴛ ᴏꜰ ᴀ ᴄᴏᴍᴍᴀɴᴅ ᴋɪɴᴋ
⋆ ★ ʏᴇᴀʜ ɪᴍ ᴡʀᴏɴɢ ꜰᴏʀ ᴛʜɪꜱ. ᴅᴏɴ'ᴛ ᴄᴀʀᴇ ᴛʜᴏ ᴇɴᴊᴏʏ ᴛʜᴇ ꜰɪʟᴛʜ ʙᴀʙᴇꜱ.
➼ ᴛʜɪꜱ ꜰɪᴄ ᴄᴏɴᴛᴀɪɴꜱ ɴꜱꜰᴡ ᴄᴏɴᴛᴇɴᴛ. ɪꜰ ʏᴏᴜ ᴀʀᴇ ɴᴏᴛ 18+ ᴅɴɪ
⋆ ★ ʀᴇᴀᴅ ᴏɴ ᴀᴏ3 ⋆*・゚ ᴛᴀɢʟɪꜱᴛ ꜰᴏʀᴍ
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If Hunter had known you’d react like this, he would have brought it up long ago.
He tells you about the certain fantasy taking up too many of his thoughts on a peaceful night in your apartment. You’re straddling his lap, hands resting on his chest after he pushes you off of his lips to look you in the eye dead-on and talk about something rather serious, in his words.
It doesn't take someone with heightened senses to notice how his finger twitches against your arm and his eyes keep drifting away, breath picking up with each passing second. He’s nervous. You can’t understand why.
“I want to try something new. In the bedroom, I mean,” He says finally, eyes drifting back to you; he's almost surprised at how perplexed you seem. Your eyebrows knit together and two fingers pinch the fabric of his shirt, absentmindedly yet so deliberate.
You nod for him to explain. Hunter clicks his tongue.
“I’m not sure how you’ll like it.”
You tilt your head. 
“What do you mean?” You say.
He shrugs dismissively. His hand, once resting on your hip, pulls away and rubs the back of his neck tensely.
“It’s not very…” He begins. “Conventional. You could say.”
You can feel how he tenses; falls further into his mind the longer you stay silent. So quickly you guide his head back to look at you, flashing him a kind smile. 
“Hey,” You say softly; your eyes lock to each other. They stay glued, even under the pressure, the anxiety he carries in his chest. “It’s okay, baby. You can tell me.”
The tension weakens but doesn’t completely dissolve.
“`Just don’t want you to freak out, or think I’m weird…”
You shake your head and lean in further, pressing his entire warm body to yours. A delightful hum simmers in his throat and you grin in satisfaction.
“I would never think that. Even if I’m not up for it, or it doesn’t end up working out.”
A calming breeze flows through the little space that separates the two of you.
“You… you mean it, mesh’la?”
You huff. 
“Of course,” You respond.
With that, he eases completely, his strayed hand returning to your hips and squeezing it assuredly.
Your response to his actual suggestion he doesn’t expect either.
Not that he's complaining at all. A part of him didn't even imagine he'd make it this far. So he has to draw a few lines.
You set up a few ground rules before the two of you even consider finally bringing them into the bed. Firstly, he doesn’t want to hurt you; though you said drawing a little blood wouldn’t be too big of a deal, he insists that if he accidentally trails deep enough to cut everything has to stop immediately.
He can’t imagine, can’t live with himself if he were to actually, genuinely hurt you; physically or mentally. It’s an absolute no. He encourages you greatly to use your color system and the safeword at any point as well; even if he isn’t to cut you, there’s absolutely no way he’d allow himself to make you feel uncomfortable.
"Are you absolutely sure about this?" He asks one last time while hovering above you, one hand interlocked with yours besides your head and the other slowly moving up and down your stomach, rubbing the soft skin not covered by the simple lingerie you decided to wear. It was an older set that you did like, but you wouldn't mind being destroyed, especially at the hands of Hunter.
You nod eagerly, almost desperate.
"At this point, you're just teasing me," You sigh. Hunter laughs, but it dies in his throat when you push your hips up to grind against his crotch. You can both feel his cock throb in his boxers and he groans in delight.
"Just get on with it," You complain.
Hunter smiles at your desperation and leans in for a kiss, eyes remaining half-lidded when he pulls away half an inch.
"Your wish is my command," He purrs into your mouth.
Seemingly out of nowhere, the hand once trailing patterns over her stomach spins a vibroblade between thick, dexterous fingers. Your eyes widen, but not in shock; you bite your lip to contain the excitement over your face.
Slowly, gingerly but with steady hands, he places it next to your face, the spot under your jaw, and holds it there for a long pause. Not once do your eyes trail and look down to where he places the knife; they keep intense eye contact with his.
Only then, staring down at you with so much utter control, does something click in his brain for him. You look so much like a bounty, someone he must capture and take to a commanding officer. For a moment, he doesn't see you, the beautiful woman he loves; he sees a shaky, disobedient captive who needs to be put in her place. He's hunted down and caught you in a web of lust, under the watchful stare of a knife and his scary glow.
Fuck, that's hot. His cock grows at the mere thought.
Hunter trails the vibroblade lower, softly spinning it to press the blunt end into the skin of your neck. You gasp and look away for a split second, trying to stop yourself from moving too much. He squeezes the hand interlocked with yours a little tighter in response.
"Don't squirm too much," He says, less of a command and more of a precaution. "Can't risk any slip-ups."
You look at him with your mouth forming a tight 'o' shape, nodding. 
"Right. Sorry."
He smiles warmly. 
"No need to apologize."
As he speaks, he twirls the vibroblade in his hand, swiftly moving it between his fingers in front of you. You hold your breath as if you worried he would mess up and drop it, but the both of you know better than to think such lowly things of him. He takes it again between his thumb and index finger and pulls it against the strap of your bra, slowly trailing up and down with so much precision, teasing and slow but doesn't cut through it. 
"Kriff, you're gorgeous," He praises. You bite your lip to contain your smile and gaze up. He doesn't budge and cups your other breast, softly kneading it as he stares at you with a suffocating gaze of worship. "Like a little gift I get to open up."
You squeak and squeeze his hand, encouraging him to keep going. He's taking way too fucking long, and seeing him taunt and tease you with the vibroblade made you absolutely soak through your panties. 
"Then unwrap me for goodness sake!" You whisper yell at him. He chuckles against the swell of your breast and leaves a sweet kiss over the swell of it as he finally cuts through the strap of your bra.
The next one he cuts through quickly afterward and he slowly pushes the fabric down and frees your chest. He fondly holds them, adoration in his eyes as he dips down to give another soft kiss. Hunter has seen you bare many times before, but he still looks at you and worships you like it is the first every time. Your hand squeezes his again and you can feel the soft graze of the vibroblade dropping beside your arm.
"Just look at you," He says in awe. Your face heats up.
His thumbs run over your nipples simultaneously and you sigh, slowly leaning up and keening to his touch. "Such a pretty thing."
You smile, entirely uncontained as his eyes are trained on your breasts and sigh a soft 'thank you,' reveling in his touch.
Unexpectedly he flips you over and you yelp, your feet rising up and almost hitting him right in the face; but he takes the back of your calves and pins them down before anything can happen.
"Be still, baby," He tells you, and you feel the vibroblade trail down your body again. He starts at the top of your back, and you try to relax as best as you can, body still tingling with anticipation and uncertainty the entire time. You feel claustrophobic just knowing he is staring you down with intense, dilated brown eyes you'll never get sick of.
He's everywhere; he's everything.
Eventually, he reaches the swell of your ass, and his large warm hand comes to one cheek, softly gripping and moving it to his liking. You're unsure of what he's doing; probably admiring the view, yes, but there's something different to how he holds you. But that's when you feel the vibroblade slip through the hem of your panties.
You take in a large, high-pitched breath; The knife was less than an inch away from your cunt, dampening with each passing second in anticipation of what was to come next, what he might do. 
You don't have to wait long. With a quick swipe, he cuts through the panties and tears them away, almost whiplashing against your skin with how quick it is. All of a sudden, you're bare to him, and there is a light thump on the mattress, and the hand once holding the knife holds your other asscheeks.
He spreads you and without any notice nudges his nose against your entrance. You yelp and kick your feet. He pushes you further down.
"You gotta stop squirming, baby."
You whimper and lean your head on the pillow, allowing yourself to get as comfortable as possible. His hand trails up your body again, and the familiar feeling of the vibroblade against your skin rushes through you again and you shiver. Hunter isn't fazed.
"I'm gonna eat you out and keep the vibroblade against your neck."
When you yelp in surprise at his words, he squeezes your thigh as a warning.
"Every noise or movement you make, I'll press it against you harder. So be a good girl for me and let me enjoy my meal."
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staycalmandhugaclone · 6 months
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You'll Have to Go Through Me Pt 6
Part 6 of You'll Have to Go Through Me, the next arc of Doc's Misadventures! If you're new, start at the beginning with Touch Starved!
So... just a heads up: this is actually the end of this arc. Aaaand I intend to spend the next week or so working through a couple Asks. Sorry it took so long to get out - feel like I kinda struggled a bit with it, but I do be having some interesting thoughts (courtesy of a collab braining session with my hubby) for what happens next (because I clearly don't have enough upcoming Doc stories lol)
Warnings: Mild PTSF, guilt, reference to torture/gore, profanity, heated kissing
WC: 4,340
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The sound of those crashing waves again lulled me into a false sense of nearness as I followed the well-trod path toward the beach, endlessly believing I’d finally glimpse a stunning expanse of oceans upon cresting the next ridge only to find another dune stretching out before me. The Marauder was empty when Crosshair and I had reached it, but he’d urged me to continue alone as he ducked inside with a parting “Try not to start another fight until I get there.”
Alone, there was no blessed freedom from my thoughts, nothing to distract myself from the ache each step sent shooting through my hip nor the way my hand throbbed, and I quickly found my strides quickening if only to escape that haunted isolation. Acknowledging that I’d had no real choice in what I’d done offered little reprieve from the nauseating guilt brought on by the memories, and I quickly found myself so lost in those thoughts that I might have run mindlessly into Hunter before noticing him had he not reached out to grab my arms first, wide eyes studying me expectantly as I turned up to him with a quiet gasp.
“I was just coming to find you.” He said after a moment’s hesitation, words drawn out with an unspoken question. He glanced briefly past me before those worried eyes turned back to mine.
“He’s at the ship.” I answered, straining to force my breathing to slow. I knew it was pointless, that he could hear the rapid thudding of my heart and quickly tried to change the subject. “Couldn’t have landed closer to shore?” Hunter barely acknowledged the feigned annoyance in my words. “Usually, people go to the beach to relax, not for a workout.” He was still for just a moment longer before yielding beneath my silent plea with a gentle smirk.
“And here I thought you were tougher than the other nat-borns.” He teased, and relief fluttered through my chest. “Need me to carry you, princess?” I scoffed and tread purposefully around him.
“Don’t tempt me, Mr Big, Scary Clone Commando.”
“‘Scary’?” He sounded far too pleased with himself as he fell in step beside me, shoulder bumping lightly against mine. “I can think of a couple better ways to describe myself.” There was nothing forced in the chuckle that escaped me as I looked up at him.
“Yeah? What? Like cocky? Vain? Over-a-” The word cut off with a squeal of laughter as he threw me over his shoulder.
“Sorry, what was that?” He hummed fingers intentionally toying with the oversensitive skin at my sides any time I tried to speak. “Can’t quite hear you over all that giggling.”
“Hunter!” I shouted, eagerly ignoring the flash of pain as my hands latched onto the thick muscle atop his shoulder blades to steady myself. “Put me down!”
“And risk wearing out our precious med’ika? Boost would never forgive me.” My cheeks flared red.
“Hunter!” I shrieked again, but he merely shook with his own laughter as he continued along the trail a few more strides before finally setting me down, haughty grin toying with his lips as his touch lingered on my arms to steady me. I tried to glare at him but couldn’t restrain my mirth for even a fleeting moment as I tried not to think on the ease with which his powerful frame carried me.
“What’s with the… Doc!” The concern in Wrecker’s voice instantly shifted to excitement as he looked down at us from atop the dune, and I sent him a warm smile that quickly broke into laughter once more as he skidded down the hill, plowing into me with a breathtaking hug that forced out a quiet “oof” as he lifted me off my feet.
“Yuh had me so worried!” He said, and I could hear Hunter’s quiet chuckle beside us. “An’ then you were gone when I woke up, and I thought-” He suddenly stopped and carefully put me back down, blush flaring up his neck. “You, uh… sorry if I… made yuh uncomfortable…” His loud voice faded into an almost embarrassed murmur. “Didn’t really seem like yuh wanted me to let yuh go, so I just…” He lets his words fade with a shrug.
“Wrecker,” I called softly, heart jumping when he hesitantly met my gaze. “Thank you for helping me last night... I think I really needed it.” His blush deepened, but his lips pulled into a shy grin.
“Jus’ glad it helped.” He replied softly, and he paused for just a moment, watching me with that knowing softness that spoke volumes of the darkness he knew lingered just beneath my smile, but he allowed me to hide from it in the warmth of his presence. “Now, come on! If yuh thought the last fish we roasted was big, wait ‘til yuh see this one!” My brow hitched in interest as he turned and guided me over that final dune, arm draped casually around my shoulders.
I’d never seen water so clear. Even from afar, bursts of color shown through that crystalline blue from endless stretches of elaborate coral reefs through which I could just make out blurred streaks darting in and out of sight as countless fish thrived in the immaculate landscape hidden beneath the gentle waves. A comforting wind toyed with my hair, carrying the scent of sun-warmed sands garnished with a salty tang that was somehow far more subtle than I’d anticipated. The nearly white beach stretched out in a graceful curve to my right before vanishing beyond the tree line, while ivory cliffs blocked passage to my left, great boulders from which protruded elegantly from the water where the current crashed against them in great flurries of sparkling droplets.
“Worth the hike?” Hunter goaded with that haughty smirk.
“Depends. Am I going to get eaten the second I dip my toes in?” I asked, shooting a sideways glance at him.
“Probably not.” The utter ease with which his smokey voice murmured those words drew a huffed scoff from me, eyes rolling slightly.
“Nothin’ out there we can’t deal with, at least!” Wrecker chimed, pulling me forward once more.
Nestled just within the shadow of palms near the base of the cliff, they’d dug a pit into the sand from which I could just glimpse the glow of coals beneath a familiar metal grate, and I didn’t doubt Wrecker had hauled it from the Marauder the instant one of his brothers suggested they prepare a meal. He was right. Only half of the massive fish they’d somehow caught fit atop the grill, the remaining half hung from a nearby tree, flesh protected beneath a layer of broad leaves, and it was easily twice as large as the one we’d cooked on Devaron.
“No swimming… Got it…” I muttered, noting the row of sharp teeth nearly the length of my hand, and Wrecker let out a warm chuckle.
“Predators such as this tend to prefer feeding at dawn or dusk, making it highly unlikely one would attempt to target you in the next several hours.” I turned to find Tech reclined against the trunk of one of the swaying trees. A pile of tool and parts lay at his side, gaze turned toward his datapad though it didn’t appear as though he was truly looking at it so much as looking away from me, and that realization made my heart drop.
“So, you’re saying there’s only a small chance I’ll lose a limb.” I replied, gentle smile warming my voice in a silent plea, and that smile grew when his eyes flicked briefly to mine, lips just twitching in a grin of his own.
“It’s unlikely, but, yes, there’s a non-zero probability.” He yielded reluctantly.
“I’ll go with yuh!” Wrecker offered.
“Maybe after breakfast.” His eyes lit up at my response.
“A’right! I’ve been dyin’ to try this thing!” With that, he released me to trot toward the freshly cooked meal with Hunter following shortly behind.
“How are you feeling?” I asked quietly, moving to sit down a few feet away from the Tech.
“I do not believe I’ve suffered any long-term effects from the electrocution.” He answered, gaze again shifting toward me for a fleeting, almost shy glance that piqued my curiosity.
“Given that ‘short-term’ technically includes anything up to a month, would you care to elaborate?” I drawled, turning knowing eyes toward him, and I couldn’t help but warm at the way his lips bunched up.
“There’s some lingering fatigue and occasional muscle weakness, but it is minor enough that I anticipate it to resolve without the need for intervention.” His fingers tapped against the screen, but his attention remained somewhere just beyond whatever data lay within the illuminated surface.
“I’m glad.” I sighed in relief. His jaw twitched, but he seemed to think better of what he’d nearly said and quickly silenced himself. I ducked my head pointedly toward him, waiting, and I watched his fingers fidget anxiously with the seem of his gloves.
“Hunter… told me that you… well, that you carried me… again…” I almost couldn’t believe the sight of red creeping up his neck. “I apologize if it’s been burdensome.” Beneath a guilt that made my heart twist, there was a note of… something in his voice… excitement maybe? I found myself eager to lean into that underlying emotion rather than let him drown in a guilt that had no place between us.
“Stand up.” I instructed suddenly, already pushing myself to my feet as well, hands absently swiping at the sand clinging to my legs.
“Excuse me?” That confusion broke whatever aversion had kept him from meeting my eyes, and I had to bite back the relief upon finally seeing that brilliant burnt honey looking back at me.
“Stand up.” I said again, hand flaring out for emphasize. He stammered a moment longer, mind racing to understand my motivation before hesitantly moving to obey me. Without giving him time to object, I tread across the single step between us, crouching down to hoist him over my shoulder in a single, smooth motion. His datapad fell half-buried in the sand as his hands darted out to my back, a sharp gasp catching in his throat, and Wrecker’s laugh boomed across the dozen yards separating us from the grill.
“See?” I called, voice free of strain despite the way my hip balked from the effort. “This is what I do, Tech. It’s not a burden – you’re not a burden.” I bounced gently on the balls of my feet for emphasize and couldn’t help but grin at the way his breath caught in his throat.
“Y-yes; quite; you… you can put me down now.” He stammered, long legs stretching for the ground.
“Nah. I think he likes it up there.” Hunter teased as he approached us, thoughtlessly cleaning his knife of fish residue. Though I couldn’t see the expression on his face, I felt Tech turn sharply toward his brother and didn’t doubt the rage surely burning through his eyes.
“I told yuh she’s stronger than she looks!” Wrecker boasted. He was carrying a massive chunk of flaky meat atop one of the tree fronds, but his attention rested solely on us, pride shining in his eyes that drew a huff of laughter from me. I knew the pilot could have easily forced himself free, that he only refrained out of either respect or a reluctance to risk hurting me in the process. Regardless, my intent was merely to prove a point so, rather than dragging it out, I carefully lowered him back down.
Face a vibrant red, he quickly straightened his blacks indignantly. With a gentle smile, I retrieved his datapad and held it out for him. His blush only deepened in that brief moment of glancing toward me before accepting it, but he let out a short breath and nodded, jaw taut against what looked like the threat of his own smile, and I couldn’t help but wonder if Hunter was right…
Before my thoughts could wander over that possibility, the Sergeant’s expression suddenly dropped into an unimpressed stare, attention locked onto something just passed my shoulder.
“Ah.” Tech’s brief murmur held the same dismissive resignation as I followed their gazes and had to bite back the grin that tried to pull at my lips. Crosshair had finally caught up with us, armor apparently left behind on the Marauder along with his shirt. There wasn’t an ounce of shame in his eyes as he looked at each of his brothers in turn before letting his gaze rest on me, and I couldn’t begin to feign indifference.
There was something feline in the way his body moved, the tantalizing interplay of immaculately sculpted muscles emphasizing his every stride, and I couldn’t help but remember how perfect they felt beneath my hands as he towered over me in those moonlit woods, the strength of them as his weight pressed me into that scratchy blanket. He was paler than most clones, but the soft caramel of his skin held a warmth that still left me craving its touch, its scent, his taste.
Swallowing back the flare of want, I finally yielded, looking at him with the hunger he’d so effortlessly sent burning through me, and the smirk that instantly lit his face robbed me of any doubt that he’d known exactly what he was doing when he left the ship like that.
“Hope you put on some sunblock.” Hunter called, voice almost bored, but the taunt did nothing to deter the sniper’s pride. Crosshair’s lips pulled into a sneer, but before he could offer a retort, Wrecker interrupted them.
“Ah, you guys can bully each other later. Let’s eat!” I let out a quiet chuckle before pausing, glancing first toward the beach and then into the trees.
“Wait… Where’s Echo?” I asked, and the simple confusion in my voice twisted into a haunting dread at the way Hunter’s jaw tensed.
“He’s at the ship.” Crosshair answered, and I just caught the hard glare he shot his brother before schooling his face back into a nearly impassive disinterest. “Didn’t want to deal with the sand.” I could have pressed. I could have demanded they tell me the truth, admit that he was avoiding me rather than play into the lie, but I knew nothing would come of it. He didn’t want to see me. Nothing I said would change that simple hurt.
“Guess someone’ll just have to bring him some fish later.” My vain attempt at nonchalance fell painfully short, prompting a heaviness to the air around us that made my skin crawl. Drawing a quick breath, I turned my attention to the pile of meat Wrecker had carried from the fire. “Let’s not let it get cold.”
“What are you working on?” Short conversation had murmured between the brothers as we ate regarding empty speculations on where we might be sent next, if we’d be granted time to rest before the next mission, muttered complaints about how long it had been seen we’d found ourselves in an actual city, but as the meal ended, a less oppressive quiet settled between us.
Wrecker, stomach full and body warmed beneath the brilliant sun, lay dozing nearby while Hunter was busying himself with climbing the nearby cliff for a better view of the island. Crosshair had seated himself just near enough to me for his knee to occasionally brush mine, though he offered no reaction to those hidden touches as though they’d occurred by mere chance, so I pointedly turned my attention to the now nearly completed device in Tech’s hands. His eyes darted toward me for just a moment upon hearing my question before returning to his work.
“A tester scomp of sorts.” He stated absently, attention focused on piecing the remaining sheath atop the intricate series of wires. “This should grant us some warning against another malicious failsafe such as what we encountered at the outpost.” My interest instantly piqued, relief pouring through me for a worry I hadn’t realized I’d had. There was a time I would have been shocked that he’d been able to create something out of whatever lay about the Marauder, but I’d long since learned not to think such limitation to be a hindrance to the man before me.
“You think it’ll be able to trigger whatever trap that was?” I asked, voice hushed beneath a desperate hope.
“I’ll need to test it first… but, yes. While I doubt they’d attempt the same strategy twice, I believe caution is the appropriate tactic going forward.” Some of his words were drawn out, as though he’d nearly forgotten he was speaking as he finished attaching the final piece. Before I could reply, he pushed himself to his feet. “Excuse me – I’ll need to use the Marauder to verify it’s efficiency.”
With that, he quickly disappeared among the trees. With Hunter mere feet from the distant lip of shockingly pale stone and Wrecker making barely a sound as he slept, my mind revolted against the silence. It was too easy to fall back into the memory of those screams, to hear the crunch of bone in the sound of waves crashing against sand. As though I could feel him studying me, I glanced over to find Crosshair’s eyes trained on mine, and I briefly feared he could hear the way my heart raced.
Dismissing that worry, I hid my panic beneath a tiny smirk and let my gaze flick pointedly into the rich rainforests blanketing the island before looking back toward him, intent clear in my gaze. His brow twitched ever so slightly, jaw tensing beneath a want I was too eager to lose myself in. Without a word, I silently pushed myself to my feet, relieved to hear him following in my wake.
Barely a half dozen yards separated us from the tree line before his arm wrapped around my chest, and I couldn’t hold back the thrilled gasp as he pulled me flush to him, hunger instantly bursting through me at the heat of his powerful form. My hands automatically darted up to clasp his forearm, head tilting back to rest atop his shoulder as my lips readily pulled into a wide grin. I expected him to kiss me, felt myself shifting eagerly in anticipation, but he merely held me like that, watching me with a quiet that I couldn’t help but still beneath. His free hand slowly reached for me, fingers trailing lightly along my jaw.
Only after my body relaxed into him, intoxicated by the gentleness of his touch, did he kiss me, and I instantly found myself relishing in how quickly the world around us faded. It was effortless; forgetting the very existence of reality beyond that moment as I hid in the euphoria of his taste. Seeing him from afar, watching the sharpness of his glare, how readily that impatient scowl stole over his unapologetic face, assumptions of rough hands and sloppy lips were easy to imagine, but Maker, nothing was further from the truth.
Even now, despite my clear willingness for him, his every move held a reverence, as though convinced each second was its own revelation of some treasured secret revealed only through soft touches and the subtle dance of his kiss, and how could I not lose myself in him when he held me like that? The conviction of his worship forbade even a whisper of self-doubt. I felt cherished in a way I’d never before known, and it left be breathless, floating weightless in his embrace.
When he pulled back, haunted eyes searching mine for something I couldn’t begin to understand, I found myself torn, desperate for more of him while grasping for some means of ridding those amber eyes of whatever worries drew that subtle crease between his brows.
“You going to tell me what happened on the beach?” It wasn’t quite a whisper, but there was a softness to his raspy voice that would never cease to send that burst of heat through my chest. Still, I couldn’t begin to reach for an answer, mind still lost in the rush of his kiss. “You looked like you were about to start pacing.” He pressed, and I would have turned from him if I could remember how to feel shame over the want burning through me.
“It was too quiet.” I murmured, and from the way his gaze darkened, I didn’t doubt how thoroughly he understood.
“Not sure how I feel about you only coming me to when you have something you need to forget.” The regret that coiled in my stomach nearly ruined me, instantly sobering me of that thoughtless need as I withered beneath the threat of hurt in his voice.
“Cross…” His name fluttered from my lips absent any hope of finding some means of quieting his heartbreaking betrayal as I turned to face him, hands reaching up to whisper against his jaw, but I couldn’t deny what he’d said, and he knew it. I wanted to sob at the hesitation vainly hidden beneath a growing annoyance.
“Wait…” I barely breathed the hushed murmur before forcing some memory of strength back into my voice as his eyes turned pointedly away from me. “I… You’re right.” I loathed the way those words clawed up my throat. “I’m sorry… I didn’t mean to belittle this… us…” The fleeting urge to remind him that he’d offer me exactly that: a distraction, sat atop my tongue, rancid and bitter as I ached beneath the guilt of allowing him to feel like this when he’d so effortlessly filled me with that perfect bliss.
“I did look to you as a way to get away from…” Unwilling to force the nightmares into words, I motioned vaguely toward my head before returning my hand to his cheek. “But I swear, Cross… I don’t just want you for that… I want you.” My fingers shifted carefully against the rough stumble, subtly willing him closer to me. “I want you.” I whispered those tiny words with the full breadth of love that danced beneath my skin from his every touch, with the wonder and glee that burst through my chest at even a brief glimpse of his smile.
He didn’t fight me as I gently pulled him down to let my forehead rest against his, and I savored the intimacy of that closeness, thumbs gently sweeping across the ridge of his cheekbones. I didn’t try to claim his lips again, nor did I move to covet the tantalization display of his toned physique laid bare before me. In that moment, I needed nothing more than for him to believe me, that whatever relief his body might grant mine in a fit of passion paled beneath this; the simple act of holding him, of yielding beneath my want for his nearness and knowing he gleaned the same comfort in holding me, and when his arms slowly wrapped around my waist, I couldn’t suppress the shuddered breath that tumbled past my lips, my own arms instantly reaching out to lock around his broad shoulders.
“Do you want to go back to the beach?” I didn’t pull away as I let the words flutter through his hair after granting us a long while to merely bask in each other’s embrace. Without a word, he shook his head, and then his mouth was on mine. A tiny gasp caught in my throat as the sudden touch but found myself desperate for it, breath faltering in a whimper as his earlier tenderness quickly ceded beneath that hunger I’d so wanted to succumb to just moments prior.
He pressed harder into me, crowding me until I had to lean back, frightfully dependent on his touch to keep from falling, and I didn’t try to quiet the moan at that first caress of his tongue. His hand dropped down my waist to slide around my thigh, tugging the limb up to wrap around him, and I could feel the way he smirked at how easily he had me clinging to him.
“Say it again.” It was meant to be an order, but I could hear the need in it, and I offered no hesitation.
“I want you, Cross.” Murmuring the words against his lips, my fingers tangled into his hair, grip tightening just enough to emphasize my desire. Arm tightening around me, he stood up, hauling me effortlessly from the ground. Ignoring the ache of those barely sealed wounds, my other leg jerked up to lock around him as well, barely noticing the deceptively rough bark of a palm tree pressing against my back as my core burned from the heat radiating off him. Just as his hand began creeping beneath the hem of my shirt, a voice called out from the beach, rudely sending reality crashing back around us.
“Keep your clothes on.” Lips twisting into that familiar snarl, Crosshair let out a nearly growled breath, obstinately refusing to set me down.
“The kriff do you want, Hunter?” He shouted, refusing to so much as glance in the direction of his brother.
“We have to head out – wheels up in ten.” Disappointment replaced whatever embarrassment had begun darkening my cheeks, teeth catching about my lip as my body sank beneath a heavy sigh.
“What?! Why?!” He demanded, finally twisting his head back to stare at the foliage still protecting us from view. I tried to free my legs, but his grip only tightened, so I merely waited for his denial to cave.
“Orders came in.”
“We aren’t back from our last orders.” It was a useless objection, and he knew it, but his frustration forbid him from yielding so easily.
“Yeah… these aren’t for us.” Something about the reluctance in Hunter’s voice sent a chill down my spine, and I could feel Crosshair tense with that same apprehension. “They’re for her.” His annoyance instantly vanished, gaze darting to me with a confused dread that I couldn’t help but mirror.
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intricatechaosofyou · 10 months
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Shut Up and Dance
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Pairing: Hunter x reader
Fandom: The Bad Batch; Star Wars
Summary: Being stuck in hyperspace can be boring, especially when you’re Omega. Luckily, one of her squadmates has an idea to keep her entertained.
Warnings: fluff??
Author’s note: so excited to finally write for this sweetheart! I hope his personality isn’t too off!! Any requests for any of the members of the batch are open!
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Missions themselves weren’t bad. With four highly trained clones, simple grab-and-go missions were practically over before they began even with the limited intel Cid supplied. No, it wasn’t the missions that were bad.
It was the travel between.
Watching the lights fly by in hyperspace was entertaining for the first few minutes, but sooner or later everyone on the Marauder grew bored. Especially Omega. The young clone wasn’t one to complain, but sometimes she couldn’t help it, especially when she got antsy.
“(y/n),” Omega mumbled, tugging on your sleeve.
With a smile, you turned to look at the girl. “What’s up, kid?”
“I’m bored.”
It was such a simple statement, but you could see the tiredness in her eyes. She was a child who should be running around a field, playing games with her friends, but instead she was stuck playing mercenary so the squad could afford rations. Sighing, you ruffled her hair.
“Wanna talk?” You suggested.
Omega shook her head, twiddling with her fingers. “Not really.”
She was restless. She didn’t want to sit, she wanted to do something. “Have you ever danced?”
“Dance?” She asked, tilting her head.
“Yeah. Dancing. It’s moving with music,” you explained with a smile.
“No. How do you do it?” She asked, curiosity filling her tone and an excited sparkle returning to her eyes.
You laughed and stood up from your perch on a crate. “I’ll teach you.”
Omega clapped excitedly as she watched you type on your holopad. A few seconds later, an upbeat melody started to play from its speaker.
“Okay, first, you gotta feel the beat,” you explained, tapping your foot to the music.
Watching you intently, Omega started tapping her foot in time with yours.
You nodded encouragingly at the girl as the two of you found the beat of the song, unaware that the other inhabitants of the Marauder had come to find the source of the music.
When Omega looked comfortable, you grabbed her hands, leading her to sway back and forth to the beat.
The two of you rocked side to side, Omega’s grin growing by the second. Soon, you began taking bigger steps and Omega followed right along with you.
As you let go of one of her hands and spun her under your arm, she broke out into giggles. You kept spinning her until she got dizzy, her giggles filling the hull of the ship.
When she regained her balance, she grabbed your hands and the two of you kept dancing until the song stopped and a new one began playing.
Omega smiled brightly and started tapping her foot to the new beat when suddenly Wrecker grabbed her hands and spun her around.
“Wrecker!” She laughed as she turned towards him.
The large clone let her stand on his feet as they danced around the hull, their joyous laughter making you laugh yourself at the sight.
Now without a partner, you grabbed Echo’s hand and pulled him onto the makeshift dance floor. With a laugh you spun him around, him ducking slightly so he could spin under your arm.
A smile appeared on his face as the two of you spun around the floor for the remainder of the song.
When it finished, the two of you laughed and you let him go dance with Omega since Wrecker was now dancing with Tech. The intelligent clone’s steps were much more calculated than the rest, but he had a smile on his face and you were glad he was enjoying himself.
Glancing around, you found only one person missing from your dance party: the ever stoic sergeant. You looked over your shoulder and found him leaning against the doorway to the cockpit with his arms crossed in front of his chest, soft smile playing at his lips.
With a smile you waved your hand, gesturing for him to join you.
Hunter simply shook his head, causing a frown to cross your face. You weren’t taking no for an answer.
You walked up to him and held out your hands. “C’mon.”
“I’m not a dancer,” he answered.
“Neither am I. Neither is Tech. But we’re still dancing.”
He sighed and shook his head. “I’m really alright. Floor’s crowded enough. And someone needs to check on the-“
“Hunter!” You interrupted, hands grabbing his forearms.
His eyes went wide as he looked at you, his words dying on his tongue.
“Shut up and dance with me.”
It took a second before he nodded, but when he did, you quickly dragged him to the floor.
You started slowly, just stepping back and forth to the music and motioned for him to do the same. His movements were stiff and awkward. The look of concentration on his face made it seem like he was trying to hunt down someone rather than dance.
“Relax, it’s fun!” You laughed, grabbing his hands so you could get him to move less like a droid.
He was pliant in your hold, allowing you to twist him back and forth to the beat. “Fun…is not exactly the word I’d use to describe it,” he replied with a small smirk.
“You just haven't danced with the right partner,” you challenged.
He hummed as he considered your statement. “Maybe.”
“Definitely,” you retorted, earning an eye roll from the clone.
“And how do I know when I’ve found the right partner?”
You shrugged. “It’ll just feel right.”
You stared at Hunter for a few seconds before you felt one of his hands let go of yours. His other arm lifted above your head and spun you around.
He relished in the gasp that left your mouth as he spun you into his chest. “This feels right.”
You looked at him with wide eyes. “Hunter-“
A new song blasting through the speaker accompanied by Wrecker’s cheering cut off your sentence and you were suddenly brought back to reality.
You went to move away from the sergeant, but he kept hold of your hands. “One more dance.”
“Thought you didn’t dance. And besides someone’s gotta save Tech from Wrecker’s endless-“
“Shut up and dance with me,” Hunter ordered.
The fact that he repeated your earlier words made you smirk. “That’s my line,” you replied as you slowly began to sway with him.
Heat creeped up your neck as Hunter leaned in towards you. “It worked though, didn’t it?” He whispered, lips ghosting the shell of your ear.
“I guess it did.”
A few seconds passed before Hunter spoke again. “Thank you.”
“For what?” You questioned, head tilting to the side.
“Dragging me into this.”
“Ah. So you admit it’s fun,” you said, a cheeky grin covering your face.
Hunter smirked and twirled you under his arm again before answering, “Yes. With the right partner.”
“And you’ve found the right partner?”
“I have,” he affirmed.
The look in his eyes was so earnest, you couldn’t help the heat that creeped up your face. The way he looked at you was different. It was softer, kinder. It was the kind of look that made your steps stutter, his hands moving to your waist to keep you from tripping over yourself. And as he pressed his forehead against yours, you felt overwhelmed by the sheer presence of him.
“I think I found the right partner, too,” you mumbled, causing the corners of his lips to turn up.
And that’s how the two of you stayed, swaying to the music as if the rest of the galaxy faded away.
When the song ended, Omega came bounding up, pulling on Hunter’s shirt to drag him to dance with her.
He smiled down at her and nodded, but before she could pull him off towards the center of the hull, he turned back to you and squeezed your hand. “Save another dance for me, cyar’ika?”
“Always,” you replied, smiling at the way the Mando’a rolled off his tongue. You’d have to ask him what it meant.
With a sly grin, he went with Omega, happily twirling her around the hull of the Marauder while you looked on with a smile.
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mysticcosplayer · 1 year
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BAD BATCH SPOILERS EPISODE 14 ⚠️
Long time no see little Brother, missed you Echo
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Nice to see he is doing well xxx 💙💙💙💙
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uglyduckling339 · 9 months
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My brother and dad have been arguing ab this for hours so please settle this debate🙏
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noxdle · 2 months
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Hunter appreciation post🙏 just another sketch and trying to find an art style too. Kinda inspired by the Spider-Man across the spider verse style??
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giganonyx · 16 days
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LET ME COOK
DO U GUYS
DO YOU GUYS THINK THAT MAYBE
JUST MAYBE
CROSSHAIR MIGHT KNOW THAT TECH IS AN OPERATIVE (SPECIFICALLY THE ONE HE WAS THROWING HANDS WITH)
OK LIKE HEAR ME OUT BUT
Crosshair definitely is STILL hiding something. The operatives make him MADLY uncomfortable- the sense of strange brotherhood between them scares him more than anything we’ve seen so far, maybe because, well, loyalty is a big deal to him, but also because one of them may actually be his brother.
He did not mention he was being put through operative✨ pre school ✨until Howzer pressed for answers, and he was forced to spill some beans. But I don’t think that’s all he’s keeping secret. Like, he wanted to keep the operative as FAR away from his brothers as possible(ie, drawing fire away, 1v1ing)- why? Could it just be he wants to deal with these clones on his own? Spare his brothers the fight? Protect them?
Or is it because he doesn’t want to traumatize them further with a brainwashed Tech? He doesn’t want their memory of their “dearly departed” brother to be marred by this…hollow, empty assassin before him. He can’t do that to them. But he *knows*, and it’s eating him alive.
There’s still so much he’s keeping from everyone, and not even Omega knows what he witnessed on Tantiss. He knows things, and he’s too afraid to admit them.
…..IDK THESE EPISODES KILLED ME MENTALLY THEY WERE SO GOOD BUT LEFT ME WITH SO MANY QUESTIONSSSSS AHHH
Plussss I wanna see more Hunter and wrecker content PLEASE my pookies need more screen time before I become a crosswhore AND Hunter girlie (one Star Wars man obsession is ENOUGH PLEASE).
ALSO THE THEORY THAT HUNTER DIES THIS SEASON IS KINDA STARTING TO FERMENT IN MY BRAIN BC WHY ELSE WOULD THEY ESTABLISH CROSSHAIR AS AN INCREASINGLY PARENTAL, DADDY MATERIAL GUY??? ESPECIALLY WITH HUNTER NOTICING OMEGA AND CROSS GROWING CLOSER I am ill do not let me think
I can see it now, Hunter sacrifices himself, but before he does, he tells Crosshair that “I know you’ll protect her. I trust you.” And then he fucking DIES, content with knowing Crosshair can be her newfound dad and protect her when he can no longer do so (I am in pain).
also when Hunter stood up for Crosshair >>>>> THATS MY MAN YALL HE WAS FR LIKE “ay man only I can shit on my brother man fuck off”
ALSO when Crosshair said “too bad” something changed in me (trying to resist crosswhore feelings)
There are two wolves inside of me (Hunter Wife (he’s the love of my LIFE) and Crosswhore) (actually three bc I’m also. A wrecker simp.)
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Idk what I expected from the bad batch but it wasn’t a bunch of disabled men working to raise their fellow disabled pre-teen sister and keep her away from the horrors of cps
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uwingdispatch · 1 month
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Don’t panic but I upgraded all of my Bad Batch earrings! They now have red Czech glass hearts!
I am running low on a couple of these guys so if you see your fave sold out, don’t worry, I will be restocking him as soon as I get my new shipment of minifigs. They’re already on the way.
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I have some more clone trooper treats on the way, too. But those will have to wait for another day. 💜
Shop is here. Enjoy!
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buryustogether · 1 year
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18+ thot below
okay sure but imagine sucking hunter’s cock while soft, gentle music is playing in the background. he’s literally in heaven. his eyes are screwed shut, one hand fisting your hair from your face and the other gripping the arm of his chair. you’re holding his thighs so lovingly and taking him so well, and the music is swelling around the two of you like a warm embrace. his ears are serenaded, his heart is full, his cock is throbbing between your lips. his senses are overwhelmed in the best way, like being drunk or high, and he never wants it to end. anyways just imagine.
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sinfulsalutations · 11 months
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𝕤𝕖𝕣𝕘𝕖𝕒𝕟𝕥 𝕙𝕦𝕟𝕥𝕖𝕣 𝕒𝕟𝕕 𝕥𝕙𝕖𝕞 𝕥𝕙𝕚𝕘𝕙𝕤 ⋆*・゚
➼ ᴄᴏɴᴛᴇɴᴛ ☆ ɢʀɪɴᴅɪɴɢ, ᴛʜɪɢʜ ʀɪᴅɪɴɢ, ᴄᴜᴅᴅʟɪɴɢ (ᴋɪɴᴅᴀ), ʜᴜɴᴛᴇʀ'ꜱ ᴀ ʟɪᴛᴛʟᴇ ꜱʜɪᴛ ᴀɴᴅ ᴀ ᴍᴀꜱꜱɪᴠᴇ ᴛᴇᴀꜱᴇ, ʜᴜɴᴛᴇʀ'ꜱ ᴋɴɪᴠᴇꜱ ᴍᴀᴋᴇ ᴀɴ ᴀᴘᴘᴇᴀʀᴀɴᴄᴇ ʙᴜᴛ ɴᴏ ᴋɴɪꜰᴇ ᴘʟᴀʏ
⋆ ★ ʏᴇᴀʜ ɪᴍ ꜱᴏ ᴡʀᴏɴɢ ꜰᴏʀ ᴛʜɪꜱ ᴘᴛ. 2. ᴀʟᴛʜᴏᴜɢʜ ɪᴍ ɴᴏᴛ ꜱᴜʀᴇ ɪꜰ ɪᴛ ꜰᴜʟʟʏ ᴄʀᴏꜱꜱᴇꜱ ɪᴛ ᴏᴜᴛ, ɪᴍ ɢᴏɪɴɢ ᴛᴏ ᴘᴜᴛ ᴛʜɪꜱ ɪɴ ꜰᴏʀ ᴛʜᴇ ᴄʟᴏɴᴇ x ʀᴇᴀᴅᴇʀ ʙɪɴɢᴏ. ᴛʜɪꜱ ᴡᴏᴜʟᴅ ᴄʀᴏꜱꜱ ᴏᴜᴛ 'ʜᴜɴᴛᴇʀ' ᴀɴᴅ 'ᴄᴜᴅᴅʟɪɴɢ' ᴏɴ ᴇᴀᴄʜ ᴏꜰ ᴍʏ ᴄʜᴀʟʟᴇɴɢᴇ ᴄᴀʀᴅꜱ.
➼ ᴛʜɪꜱ ꜰɪᴄ ᴄᴏɴᴛᴀɪɴꜱ ɴꜱꜰᴡ ᴄᴏɴᴛᴇɴᴛ. ɪꜰ ʏᴏᴜ ᴀʀᴇ ɴᴏᴛ 18+ ᴅɴɪ
⋆ ★ ʀᴇᴀᴅ ᴏɴ ᴀᴏ3 ⋆*・゚ ᴛᴀɢʟɪꜱᴛ ꜰᴏʀᴍ
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“Stop squirming.”
Well, easy for him to say.
He’s not the one whose clothed cunt is perched on top of the most beautifully rough and muscular thigh, rutting into it languidly like a feline in heat, body positively begging for more, begging for at least a little help from the man below you.
But you already know Hunter’s not going to give it to you.
“Twitching in my lap isn’t going to get you off,” He whispers into the shell of your ear. As he speaks, his hand traces patterns down your lower back, the only thing that soothes your senses at this moment. 
The bastard, you think vindictively, but you can’t loathe him completely. He is still giving you something to get off on, at least.
You pull your head away from where it’s nuzzled into his neck, giving him the best pout you can muster to try and get him to move, to help you finish before he has to leave and go help Tech with repairs. But he only mocks your pout and pats your hip with his palm one would a horse, teasing as he smiles down at you.
“Don’t be so lazy, mesh’la,” he coos, his hand slowly slipping past the hem of your shirt and placing his warm hand onto your bare skin. You squeak, even as he readjusts to push you further onto his lap, your clit rubbing against your panties in the most perfect way, before he stills again. “It’s either this or nothing. So make it work.”
You give him one last pleading look, hoping to break that composure of his and get some damn help with this. He looks so relaxed; his hands are all over you, touching and feeling without making any effort to move. He's not going to help; you'll just have to accept it.
Finally, you huff and grip his bicep, fully steadying yourself on top of his thigh and begin to rock yourself, making small adjustments with each roll of your hips to get a better angle. You can feel him motionless, hard and steady under you, and you almost want to huff and stomp your foot like a child because he’s just making this exponentially harder for you, all why he watches amused. 
You feel one of his hands leave your body, and you ignore it, still trying to find the sweet spot on his thigh, but then you hear the slick sound of his vibroblade being pulled out of its holster. Looking up, you gawk when you see him lean his hand back, twirling the knife between his dexterous fingers. But his eyes haven’t lingered.
“Oh, don’t mind me,” Hunter says. The hand still holding your hip rubs and empathically pats it again, trying to rile you up to work him more.
“Just passing the time.”
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