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One, Two, Throw (Hunter x F!Reader)

Summary: You look incredible throwing Hunter's knives, and he decides to show you just how irresistible you are.

Word count: 1.5K

Warnings: Smut! 18+! MDNI! Fingering. It's Hunter-is-horny hour!

A/N: This is my first time writing smut and I'm a little torn between feeling proud and wanting to hide in a corner. Anyways, if people enjoy it, I'm down for writing some more.

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“There you go,” Hunter encouraged, his touch on your waist warm and reassuring. His breath ghosted your nape as he leaned close to your ear. “Concentrate on the target and visualise it landing where you want to hit. Feel the weight of the knife, the way it balances in your hand.”

“If there was an enemy in front of me, they’d have got me by now,” you chuckled, glancing over your shoulder to offer him a mischievous smirk. “I know what to do, we’ve been doing this for hours.”

With an amused glimmer in the flinty brown of his eyes, he stepped back and signalled for you to proceed. He had to admit there was a certain charm to witnessing your determination. You had a particular look in your eyes, a fire that didn’t burn or destroy, but kindled the very core of who you were, and it brought him an indescribable joy.

You returned to the target as you shuffled your feet in the grit and lifted the weapon. Your stare lingered on the silhouette framed by the shrubbery of the back garden. Scratches and dints marred the pale outline, hitting almost every place other than the one you wanted. You’d even managed to land a strike on the groin, which had earned you an instinctive wince from the sergeant.

“Don’t strangle the knife,” Hunter cautioned as you were about to make your shot. “It needs to move.”

Coughing pointedly, you rolled your shoulders. Hilt over blade, it rotated and revolved until lodging itself into the wood inches from your intended destination with a deliberate twang. You let out an irritated huff.

“Keep trying,” Hunter said. “You’re getting better.”

“Seems like I’m getting worse.”

“You trust me, don’t you?”

As you recovered the knife, you granted him a firm nod and a warm grin.

Again and again you tried, each attempt glancing off the edge or striking a non-fatal spot. It felt as though you would never take it down. Despite any doubts, Hunter’s constant reassurances kept your confidence from faltering.

He asked a couple of times if you wanted to stop, but you adamantly refused. After all, you had suggested this to experience his world before he chose to settle down, and you were starting to understand him more.

He rarely spoke about the hardships he and his brothers faced during the war or the difficulties he encountered after Order 66. As curious as you were, you didn’t want to pry. Although you had been dating for over a year, you understood that lightly encouraging him to talk was more effective than poking at his past.

Hunter observed you with the intensity of a hawk, studying your posture, your fortitude, your concentration. By the stars, you looked amazing with a vibroblade in your grasp, staring down that wooden silhouette. Every time you squared your stance and locked onto your target, a flood of adrenaline travelled up his spine and exploded with anticipation as you unleashed your shot. In his ravenous gaze, you were magnificent.

Sneaking closer, he inched his hands over your waist as you readied yourself for your next attempt. His lips swept behind your ear, planting a trail of kisses on your exposed skin.

“Want to offer more tips?” you asked.

He shook his head against your neck and continued his ministrations.

“I see, you’re trying to throw me off,” you figured.

“In dangerous situations, there will always be distractions,” Hunter reasoned, his hips pressing into your rear and his enjoyment of the situation immediately becoming apparent. “You need to be able to block them out.”

“Oh, so the enemy will be getting up close and personal.” You gave him a tantalising, raised eyebrow, almost bordering on mean, the sultry lilt in your tone even more so. “Is that what you meant, sergeant?”

As if in a blur, he swiftly disarmed you, snatching the knife from your grasp and launching it. The vibroblade quivered in the chest of the wooden target.

Before you could catch your breath, he twirled you round and lifted you up, balancing you in his arms and latching his lips onto yours as he strode with purpose back into the cottage.

Your hands found purchase in his hair as he nudged open the bedroom door and lay you down on the bed.

“Such a tease,” he murmured, breaths intermingling between kisses.

His mouth moved slow and deep, savouring the scent of you and your mounting arousal as his tongue explored your lower lip and slid inside. Tasting him like this had you tilting your hips, and he let out a low chuckle as he guided them back onto the fluffy bedspread.

“Hunter,” you groaned.

“Do you have any idea how good you look with a knife in your hands? Never seen anything so tempting.”

When you searched his eyes, you found nothing but pure devotion in them, an unyielding desire to be by your side for as long as time allowed.

“You never gave up,” he continued, undressing you languidly and lavishing any stretch of skin he exposed. “I’m proud of you. You stood there, determined. Fucking incredible.”

His kisses grew hungry as he finished unclothing you and discarded his own clothes, throwing them behind him with reckless abandon. He’d clean them up later. For now, all he craved was you.

You smoothed his dark waves from in front of his face as he climbed back up to your lips. He slid his fingers between your breasts, massaging and playing with each in turn before he trailed lower. To say he was skilled with his hands would be an understatement; his caresses were gentle yet firm, creating masterpieces of bliss on your skin. With every inch of contact, your breath caught in your throat, a soldier’s hands but a loving touch, and a silent ‘I love you’ lingering within.

Need gripped you and your nails dragged down the ridges of his chest and abdomen, lifting your hips to get him to explore the one place that ached for his talents. This time, he skipped the teasing and dipped a finger into the wetness between your legs, finding his way to your clit. With each circle he traced, he delighted in the enticing sounds you made, grinning mischievously as you pulled away to gasp, your head pressed against the pillows.

When he gently slipped a finger inside you, your whimpers became moans. You didn’t know how much longer you could hold back from begging him for more, but you did your best. You knew how he loved making you feel good and working you up for him, and you wanted to let him have this.

Hunter soothed the dip of your brow with a tender press of his lips, gazing at you as though you provided him with the air he breathed. He’d never tire of seeing you like this, sweat dappling your skin, body lifting and falling with each wave of pleasure. He craved to etch this view behind his eyelids to look at whenever he closed his eyes. “That’s it,” he whispered, spurring your rising bliss with another finger.

“I need…” You swallowed and released a purposeful breath.

“Tell me, sweetest,” Hunter cooed. “What do you need?”

His fingers worked their way in and out while his thumb circled your clit. Your core lit up and your hips chased the motion. You couldn’t stop it, even if you tried, and this time, he didn’t ease you back down with a steady hand. He let you grind against him, hunting that sensation only he provided as his hard desire pressed against your abdomen.

“Need you,” you whined. You brought him down for another kiss, determined for him to devour every single one of your senses.

“All in good time.” He curled his fingers and brushed that particular spot that had you panting and squeezing your eyes shut while his other hand prowled up and down your body in slow, deliberate caresses. His kisses turned feverish before his teeth nibbled at your throat and a rumble purred in his own.

He could smell you, you realised, the scent of your pleasure only heightening his own desire to sink into you.

The hunger within you built as he quickened his pace and your climax thundered ever closer. “Hunter, I…” you breathed. “I’m so…”

“Can feel it,” he practically growled into your neck as your pussy clutched onto him, the tip of his nose brushing yours with every thrust of his fingers. “Let go. I’ve got you.”

That was all you needed, those three words spoken with such security and tenderness, and the tightening coil in your core snapped. White hot seared through your veins and covered your body in pure bliss as he coaxed you through your high. As your pleasure reached its highest point, you gave a soft groan, your nails digging into his shoulders to ground you.

Hunter kept you afloat, his movements inside you slowing. He hushed your whimpers and kissed the corner of your lips as you panted. “That’s my girl. You good?”

“Better than good,” you managed to get out. “Maybe I should practice knife throwing more often.”

You smirked at the muffled vibration in Hunter’s throat as his eyes fluttered shut, and you could almost see the image of yourself wielding his knives imprinting on his mind.

“Later,” he assured you. “We’re nowhere near done here yet.”

I'm going to start a separate NSFW taglist since I know that it's not for everyone. If you would like to be added, feel free to send me a message.

#aaaaaaaaa #i love this #ashs bullshit

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morerandombullshit · 4 days

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manifesting tf outta this i want the show to end well🤝

maybe if we all hold hands and think really hard we’ll get a two hour long bad batch finale

#star wars #the bad batch season 3 #ashs bullshit

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Just A Little Danger... Rating: 18+ (Minors DNI but I know can’t stop you all) Pairing: Hunter x GN Reader Word Count: 1867 Summary: Hunter decides to amp your adrenaline up CW: porn without plot, oral (m!receiving), semi-public sex, masochism, knifeplay, dirty talk, light choking, hair-pulling, throat-fucking, praise, degradation, "facial" (the dirty kind), aftercare (kinda?), pet names used: love, darling, baby, sunshine Note: I totally didn't write this out of pure self-indulgence (I totally did) but this has been on my mind for a while so here have some depraved-ass smut Also help I was listening to Bury the Light slowed to perfection on loop as I was writing this a lot and it was really fucking good (you can find the song here)

(AO3 Ver)

You hum a tune to yourself as you walk through one of Pabu's bright, white-stucco alleys, soaking the sun's rays into your skin. You don't remember which song the tune is from, but you hum it all the same. "Humming again?" a deep, rich and familiar voice says from behind you.

You stop, turning around. "I guess." you mutter, meeting Hunter's dark brown eyes—in the sunlight, they look like melted dark chocolate. He looks darkly handsome as always does, that black skull tattoo on the left side of his face somehow upping his sex appeal into something higher than space. You aren't the only one who noticed that, though—a lot of Pabu's single women and some of its single men had noticed too, and you can't blame them.

Stoic, broody, serious and respectful.

Pretty good personality coupled with those knockdown fucking features—men like this are nearly impossible to find, and since you first saw him, you'd wanted him all to yourself. But then there's the hurdle of how Hunter acts on a daily basis. He doesn't seem to want a relationship, plus he has a squad—including a teenager—to take care of. So you took those feelings and hid them deep down, but at certain times—like right now—they kind of burst out in their own way.

He snorts a bit and steps forward, wind whipping his shoulder-length dark brown hair around, even if it's held back by a reddish-brown bandana. "You guess?"

You shrug. "I do it at random times, I think. It's...a habit."

Hunter smiles a little, stepping so close that his dark-spice-and-campfire-smoke scent engulfs you like a warm blanket. His eyes lock with yours for a moment before dragging down your frame, causing tension to thicken every breath of air you take. "Yeah?"

"Y—yeah." is all you can think of to say, barely hearing your own voice over the erratic beating of your heart. The way his eyes are roaming your body right now isn't appraising—the look in his eyes is pure, decadent, sin, and an unreadable microexpression mars the seriousness that was on his face a moment ago. "You're gonna have a heart attack if your heart keeps beating like that." Hunter murmurs, desire roughening and deepening his voice. Wait, what?

You're confused now, because what normal being can hear a heartbeat without their face pressed into someone's chest? But then you remember that the whole Batch is genetically augmented in some way. "What do you mean?"

Hunter shrugs. "My mutation is enhanced senses. I can hear it from here."

"Oh." you reply dumbly, thereafter hating yourself for the stupid-sounding reply. He sorts and grabs your waist suddenly, your chest pressed up against his. Air leaves your mouth in a surprised whoosh. "Wha—"

Hunter's mouth is pressing against yours before you finish your sentence. The kiss is decadent and lusty sin, but you can't help the slightly muffled whine of pleasure from it that leaves your mouth. Goddamn, he kisses well. Better than you thought he would, but you aren't complaining—your hands stay by your sides for a moment before you give in and wrap your arms around his neck. He deepens the kiss, but pulls away shortly after, high cheekbones slightly flushed red and eyes wild, dark with lust. You're still catching your breath but you ask, "Why'd you stop?"

You don't know where your sudden boldness comes from, but you're going to roll with it. He laughs and lightly takes your wrist in his hand. "I want you to do something else for me, love. We just need to get somewhere more private."

Somewhere more private ended up being a dilapidated alley everyone on Pabu had forgotten about—you'd found it once, and you have no idea how Hunter had found it. "This isn't exactly more private." you teasingly quip as he has an almost-strangling grip on the small of your back. He laughs, low and tinged with pure need. "It's private enough. Couldn't walk somewhere with four walls and a roof, otherwise I would've leapt on you and fucked you like an animal in the street."

"Mm, this is close enough." you muse, even as your toes curl at the vision in your mind, before Hunter presses you against the alley wall, fists your hair, and kisses you with the intensity of something almost inhuman. You kiss back after your initial noise of surprise, the feeling so good—

And then he pulls away. Smirks at you as he eases you off the wall and flips your positions One of his hands is still fisted in your hair, and he tugs at it a little bit. "Can you do something for me, sunshine?"

"Y—yeah." you mutter, still catching your breath from the kiss. A slow, languorous and dangerous grin spreads across Hunter's face. "Get on your knees." he says, almost murmuring, but you can still hear him loud and clear. Your mind registers what he just told you before it clicks. You do as he tells you, the slim possibility of getting caught only turning you on more. His hum of approval snakes it way down your spine, making a shiver roll through you after it. You notice he's wearing the light clothes he usually wears under his armor, and you also notice he makes quick work of his pants.

You feel your throat go bone-dry as you take the sight of his cock in—long, thick, and the tip dripping precum. Your plans need sudden reassessment, and based off the the context of the position you're in right now, he probably won't fully fit in your mouth. Hunter looks down at you, smirking yet again as lust carves his face into a darker, hotter version of itself. The hand that's fisting your hair pulls until your chin is tilted up and you're fully looking up at him. "Do you know what I want you to do, darling?"

You nod, and the hand he has in your hair tightens. "Good. Now put your mouth on it."

The fact that you and him are in broad daylight yet in a place no one ventures to is the last thing on your mind as you do what he tells you. A muffled noise of pleasure comes from your throat as you take more of his cock into your mouth, jaw stretching to accommodate his girth and size. Your tongue flicks over the head of his cock, lapping up his precum, and he groans, hand tightening in your hair. "That's it, baby. Feels so good with my cock buried down your throat."

"Mmph." Your jaw aches a little bit as you start a rhythm, bobbing your head up and down as you lick and suck. You hear a low whine coming from Hunter's mouth, and you feel his hand tighten in your hair again. "Been wanting you for so long, and now I finally have you." His hand drifts from your hair to your jaw, rubbing his thumb in circles to ease the ache. "Hope you know I'm never letting you go now. I've waited too long."

You keep going, making sure to breathe through your nose so you don't choke. You hear a knife being unsheathed and panic makes your arousal spike. "I won't cut you with this because it's pretty deadly, but I'll keep it near your skin." you hear him murmur. "Tap my thigh if it gets too much, okay?"

Well, you can't really respond due to having his cock in your mouth, but a small, muffled whine comes from you as a form of response. You're keenly aware of how close Hunter's knife is to your neck, but it only turns you on more. You keep going, more enthusiastic than before, and you hear a rougher groan from above you as his hand drifts from your jaw to your neck, his rough, callused palm wrapping around it like a necklace. "Look at you. Choking on my cock like the perfect little whore you are."

A muffled moan leaves your mouth at the degradation with a tiny kernel of praise, and you double your efforts until the tip of his cock hits the back of your throat. You feel your gag reflex kicking in, but you force it back and keep going. It's your only moment of reprieve before Hunter's hand tightens around your throat, lightly choking you as he starts to thrust into your mouth.

Fuck. Tears spring into your eyes at the rough thrust, but you breathe through your nose and get through it, right as he keeps fucking your throat. His fingers twitch on your neck, and in your peripheral vision, you see his knife shaking slightly. "I knew you could take every fucking inch. Just like the beautiful slut I know you are, hmm?"

You can't respond, drunk on the feeling of his knife near your throat, his hand slowly tightening around your neck like a noose and the untethered, primally animalistic way he's fucking your throat. He bottoms out, and you choke a bit from the sudden shift, but when he resumes fucking your throat, a muffled moan slips from your mouth. Hunter's hand tightens on your neck, and that combined with his brutal thrusts into your mouth is making black lace dance at the edges of your vision, but it fuels the roaring flame of your arousal.

"That's it. Choke on my cock like the good whore you are." he murmurs, fingers massaging the skin of your neck. "Wonder how you'd look if your face was painted with my cum."

God, the undertone of pure sex in his voice...He bottoms out again, and a tear of overexertion slips from one of your eyes. A few more rough thrusts into your throat is all it takes before he pulls out and thick, white liquid runs over your face. your jaw aches, cum is covering your face, and you're both in a place that anyone could easily stumble upon, but everything except for him is in your focus.

Hunter smirks down at you as he rubs circles into your cheek, subsequently rubbing the cum around on your skin. Either lust or something else motivates you, but your tongue reaches out to the corner of your mouth and you taste something salty. His smirk grows as his dark, wild eyes track the movement. "Like the taste?"

You don't respond for a minute, your jaw still aching a bit too much for you to speak, but you reply with, "Maybe."

He laughs and fixes himself up before giving you a random piece of cloth from his pocket with a smug, crooked half-smile. "For your face." he remarks when you stare up at him blankly. You laugh and take the cloth, wiping your face clean, before standing up again—feeling a slight sting in your knees, but it's all worth it.

"Hope you know I'm not letting you go after this." Hunter leans in and presses his mouth to yours for a moment. "You're mine now, sunshine. There's no leaving for either of us."

"And I wouldn't have it any other way." You smile as you kiss him again.

#tbb hunter #smut fic #no regrets #here have this #aaaaaaaaa #send help #ashs bullshit

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morerandombullshit · 18 days

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DNPWFNPREWGGGT I WASNT EXPECTING THE FAT ASS DETAIL IM DYING OF PAN PANIC OVER HERE AHAAHSHI[NDW0NDR0438TG3

Wet hair Hunter 2.0...but at what cost *monkey paw curls* Yes he has a fat ass, I always draw Hunter with a fat ass its my favourite thing to do.

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@bigbi4322 @eyecandyeoz @padawancat97 @yeehawgeek @argentinian-witch @atomickidsoul @keantha @mybrainislostinagalaxyfarfaraway @rispple-blog @dangraccoon @stardusthuntress @kratosfan6632466 @the-rain-on-kamino

#Hunter #tbb spoilers #let him be a dad in peace filoni #simpin hard #aaaaaaaaaaaaaaa

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morerandombullshit · 20 days

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when did Vergil and Haytham Kenway merge into one being

#vergil #devil may cry #shitpost #ashs bullshit

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morerandombullshit · 20 days

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THIS IS SO FUCKING CUTE DNEWPFUNEWPUGFREGRE

tough day so catdad vergil yeah + old pic of dante for a friend :3333

#vergil dmc #dante dmc #so cute #awww #so adorable #aaaaaaaaaaaaaaa #shitpost #ashs bullshit

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morerandombullshit · 20 days

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i meannnnnn

it worked because DAMNNNNNNNNNNNNNNNNN

Found this interesting little titbit on the Devil May Cry TV Tropes page. Effectively; Vergil was designed to be simped over.

#devil may cry #vergil dmc #simpin hard #aaaaaaaaa #pan panic

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morerandombullshit · 20 days

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The DMC Boys with an Insomniac for an SO

Based off my own sleep issues (kinda), but here you guys go more DMC boys headcanons

Dante

Man’s tried everything non-medical in the book: make you give up caffeine, give you chamomile tea, helped you through breathing exercises and more before helping you take melatonin

The melatonin didn’t work, so now he resorts to cuddling you instead (not a bad deal though)

Strokes your hair and whispers sweet nothings to coax your insomniac ass to sleep

“Close your eyes, angel. Let your worries go away—let yourself sleep. I love you.”

Vergil

As a fellow insomniac, he sympathizes with your plight, and like his twin tries everything in the book before begrudgingly resigning to melatonin

He’ll get a little frustrated that the melatonin didn’t work for a moment, but will cuddle you because he’s touch-starved and will never fucking admit it

“Go to sleep, darling. I’ll be right here when you wake up, promise.”

Nero

If you’re insomnia gets bad enough, he’ll panic—like, full-on panic—and try to get you to sleep on melatonin right off the bat

He’ll call Kyrie and/or Nico and ask what to do for insomnia when the melatonin doesn’t work, bt they’ll hang up on him after 20ish seconds because it’s like 2am

Which leaves him to do the only thing he knows how to do in this type of situation—pull you into his arms and rock you to sleep as he whispers romantic shit in your ear

“Nothing’s gonna hurt you, baby. Go to sleep and rest.”

Let’s face it, V’s only 2 or so months old in canon—there’s a chance he won’t even know what melatonin is

He’ll get Griffon, cursing and grumbling, to fetch you some chamomile tea as he pulls you to his chest with one hand and he holds his book in the other

“To see a world in a grain of sand and Heaven in a wild flower, hold Infinity in the palm of your hand and gain Eternity in an hour…how’s that, my muse?”

#vergil dmc #nero dmc #dante dmc #devil may cry headcanons #x reader #wholesome #heartwarming #aaaaaaaaaaaaaaa #ashs bullshit

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morerandombullshit · 20 days

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Are you gay

(i already know my bsf asked this bc i got him to make a tumblr acc but)

yeah i'm pan and nb soooo pretty gay lol

#shitpost #ashs bullshit

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morerandombullshit · 21 days

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MASTERLIST⋆࿏꙰

Devil May Cry

The DMC Boys And Laser Tag

The DMC Boys With an Insomniac for an SO

Deserve (Vergil x f!Reader)

Health Isn't Valued Until Sickness Comes (V x GN Reader)

The Bad Batch (Star Wars)

Insatiable (Hunter x f!Reader)

Feeling Dysphoric (Crosshair x AFAB! NB Reader)

Just A Little Danger... (Hunter x GN Reader)

Assassin's Creed

Marvel

Original Works

Shit I Gift To Friends

Requested

Will be updated in the future when I put new fics up if I remember and this for art too by the way sooooooooo yeah

#ashs bullshit #masterlist

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morerandombullshit · 21 days

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Feeling Dysphoric (Crosshair x AFAB! NB Reader)

Rating: T Pairing: Crosshair x AFAB! NB Reader Word Count: 697 Summary: You're feeling dysphoric about your chest because you haven't gotten top surgery yet so your introverted boyfriend tries to comfort you CW: Dysphoria, also my brain has designated Crosshair a secret softie under the grumpy exterior so here y'all go it's some softie Crosshair Note: As a (sadly) AFAB nonbinary person myself with the same issue (even though I have been called flat a few times but hey, accidental validation?), this felt right to write, and I also need a healthy dose of fluff with Crosshair in it for no reason

Also random thing I was listening to the Undertale soundtrack as I was writing this and that shit's a fucking vibe bro

Every time. Every fucking time you look in the mirror or have to look down at your chest, that long-familiar dread fills you up.

You'd already consulted a doctor about top surgery, and you were waiting to see what they'd say. For three months. Even at the beginning, your dysphoria had never been this bad. Maybe it's the anxiety about the call being mixed in, but you aren't sure. You're just scrolling through some random feed on your phone when you feel a kiss to the top of your head, and you smile despite your earlier gloom. "Hey. Done with your nap?"

You would've joined Crosshair for his nap—and his cuddling, which despite his grumpiness, he gives really good cuddles—but you're so wired with anxiety that you can't sleep. "Yeah." he mutters, voice taking on a drowsy quality from being asleep for so long as he puts his head on your shoulder. "You should've joined me. Spotter did, and she snuggled up to my side."

Spotter is your guys' cat—a two-year old female calico with amber eyes and a bit of a vocal disposition. She's also really cuddly and despite Crosshair's initial grumbling about getting a cat, you and him both know he loves her to death. "That sounds nice." you reply, a little listless. "You get the call yet?" he asks, seemingly picking up on your gloom. He's been with you every step of the way for this, and has become the number one supporter of your gender identity, unlike the bigots and sycophants from your high school days.

You sigh a bit as you shake your head. "Not yet." you mutter, a little dejected, before feeling silky fur in your lap. You look down, being painfully conscious of your chest, and you smile as Spotter settles down. Her purring settles you a bit as you pet her soft fur, though it doesn't do much. Crosshair hums a bit and takes his head off your shoulder. "I'm gonna go make us some ramen." He runs a soft hand along your jawline before going to the kitchen. "Be right back."

After about four minutes, he comes back with two packs of ramen (those pre-made containers) of your guys' favorite spicy beef ramen, along with forks. Spotter's still in your lap, so it's a feat to make sure she doesn't eat your ramen. Crosshair hands you your container and you smile a bit, as you dig in and he sits beside you. "Bones marathon?" he asks.

"Bones marathon." you agree. Bones is your guys' favorite show, and you're currently on season 8, episode 6 out of 12 seasons. You grab the remote, he puts an arm around you, and tucks you close to his side. You guys stay like this for a few hours, binging, cuddling—Spotter moves to a space between your bodies where there's the most body heat—and finishing your ramen. When your phone buzzes with a call in your pocket, you pause the episode, grab it and pick up. "Hello?"

"This is Mx. Y/N L/N, right?" the doctor's voice has you almost dropping your phone. "Y—yeah, that's me." you stutter, anxiety ratcheting your pulse up and making your leg bounce.

"Sorry it took so long to get back to you on your consultation about top surgery, but we have an opening."

Your jaw almost separates from your face. An opening. "F—for real?" you ask, trying to make sure you're in reality right now. The doctor chuckles good-naturedly on the other end of the line. "Yes, for real. When are you available for an appointment?"

After the whole appointment planning stuff, you hang up with end-of-call pleasantries. Crosshair looks at you, a small smile on his face—besides, his smiles are only common for you and for Spotter. "You got it?" he asks. You smile back and nod, and he leans in to press a quick, soft kiss to the tip of your nose. "I'm happy for you, babe." he murmurs, this being one of the rare times he uses a pet name for you.

You hum and put your head on Crosshair's shoulder, petting Spotter as you resume the Bones episode you guys are on.

#tbb crosshair #x reader #nb reader #how did i write this it's so fluffy #aaaaaaaaa #ashs bullshit

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morerandombullshit · 21 days

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AWWWWW THIS IS SO CUTE I CANT LIKE AS SOMEONE WITH SIBLINGS WHO DONT DO THIS WHY CANT I HAVE IT AHHH

my official apology for that sad hunter art, his siblings love him ok

#tbb fanart #aaaaaaaaaaaaaaa #so wholesome #shitpost #ashs bullshit

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Insatiable (Hunter x f!Reader)

Rating: 18+ (that isn't gonna stop you is it)

Pairing: Hunter x f!Reader

Word count: 1350

Summary: You and your boyfriend take a shower together so he can help alleviate your insecurities

CW: Shower sex, comfort sex, oral (f!receiving), dirty talk, insecurities, hurt/comfort, aftercare, praise, massages, pet names used: sweetheart, sweetness, my girl, good girl, sunshine, princess, love, darling, baby

Note: One of those 11pm shower thoughts when my nonbinary ass went through dysphoria again and since I've had Hunter in my head for the past month at least, here have some actual smut for once

The warm shower water hits your body, equal parts relaxing and terrifying. You'd told Hunter about the insecurities plaguing you recently earlier, then gone into the shower a few minutes later to unwind.

"Sweetheart?" you hear your boyfriend ask from the bathroom door, deep and Australian-lilted voice settling into your bones and soothing your nerves. "Yeah?" you call out, rinsing your hair free of shampoo.

"Can I come in there with you?"

Your toes curl on the shower's tile floor. Every other time you and Hunter had showered together, you've always had an issue walking for a couple days after. Worth it. "Yeah, just give me a sec." You set your shampoo on a shelf and hear the sound of clothes being taken off, but it doesn't overpower the sound of the shower water.

Then he's in the shower with you, and the space feels so much smaller. "New shampoo, sweetness?" he asks as he hooks an arm around your waist and holds you close. By now, you're used to his enhanced senses, so you decide to play a little game with him. "Guess the scent."

Hunter laughs, the sound low and rich, chasing some of your earlier gloom away. He buries his face in your H/L H/C hair before saying, "Honey and oat milk."

"Yeah." you reply, your insecurities creeping up on you again. His arm tightens around your waist."What's wrong?" he asks, voice gentle. "Am I ugly?" the words come out of your mouth before you can stop them, and you kind of regret that. Hunter spins you around and cups your face with both hands, dark eyes boring into you as his shoulder-length wavy dark brown hair gets dampened by the shower. "No. You're fucking beautiful, darling. Don't think otherwise."

"It's...hard to stop." you admit, smelling his familiar dark spice and campfire smoke scent, then letting it calm you. "Mm, I have something in mind to stop it." his voice drops an octave, playful lust sparking in his eyes. Your breath hitches at the suggestion. "You do?"

"Yeah." Hunter smirks a little as his hands settle on your hips. "It's very effective."

His mouth covers yours as his hands massage your hips and he backs you up to the shower wall. You kiss back, hands threading your hands through his damp hair. The best thing about dating a guy with long hair? You get to run your hands through it any time you want. After a few minutes, Hunter's mouth slowly moves down from yours. Jaw, chin, neck, collarbone...he presses a soft kiss to where your heart is before his hand reaches up and pinches your nipple.

The sudden burst of new sensation causes a whimper to leave your mouth, and your clit starts to throb.

"That's it, sunshine." he murmurs as he kisses right under your breasts, already deep voice roughening with desire. "Let it all out." He pinches your other nipple now, being sure to be gentle, but it doesn't stop your soft moan. You feel Hunter's warm breath right above your belly button, and he presses a soft kiss to your skin. His hand replaces where his mouth had been a moment later, and now he's on his knees before you.

"Do me a favor and spread your legs."

Fuck. Your earlier thoughts on if you were ugly or not all forgotten as you do what Hunter asks you to. A hum of approval from him before he presses a soft kiss to your inner thigh. "Good girl. Now lean your head back."

You do as he tells you again, and even if you can't see his face at the moment, you know him well enough to know he's smirking. "Hm...I think you deserve a reward for being so obedient. Don't you, princess?" Hunter's mouth presses against the soft, sensitive skin of your inner thigh again, higher up this time. Just the dark promise in his words has you impatient. The heel of his palm lightly presses into the skin of your stomach to stop your squirming. Shit, you hadn't even noticed you were squirming until he did that. "Tell me to stop if you can't take it, okay?"

That's your only real warning before Hunter's hand is between your thighs and his tongue is giving you short, teasing licks up to your clit. Holy fuck. Your loud whine is drowned out by the sound of the shower as your hands tangle in the soaking strands of his hair and you tug him closer.

More more more—

You can feel his tongue lap up every drop of arousal from your dripping pussy, and when he flattens his tongue against your clit and you moan at the sudden overload of new sensations. Hunter's hands slip from your hips down to your thighs, his broad and slightly rough palms an iron vise around your skin. His hands lightly squeeze your thighs before his tongue laves in languid circles on your swollen clit, and a more strangled moan leaves your mouth.

"Mm, you taste so good, baby." he murmurs between licks and kisses to your clit, his hot breath triggering a needy shudder that wracks through your body. Your body jerks up a bit and Hunter's hands go from your thigh to your stomach to stop it. Your senses are narrowed to him licking and teasing your needy clit, his hands on your skin, the sound of the shower leaving the faucet, and the warm water slicking down your skin.

Your eyes close as you keep your head leaned back against the shower wall, and you let out an unbidden yelp when he roughly sucks on your clit. Your hands tighten in his hair as you pull him as close as you can to get more. A dull roaring fills your ears as he keeps roughly sucking and leaving you wanting more. Your whine turns into a hoarse cry as his teeth graze your clit. Too much. Not enough. Your hands tug at his hair and he chuckles against you, his breath from said chuckle against you, making your body jerk.

Hunter's palm digs into your stomach to stop it as he pulls his mouth away a bit. "You're close, aren't you, love?"

Since you're so lost in pleasure you can't say anything remotely coherent, you whimper in confirmation. You hear a dark chuckle before you feel this slight pull on your clit, and you explode. "Hunter—" your words melt into a half-moan, half-gasp as your orgasm rips you apart and pieces you back together again. He stays where he is for a moment before getting up, putting both his arms around your waist, and smiling at you. "That's my girl." he mumbles before giving you a short, tender kiss. "You did so well."

Still in the slight aftershocks of your orgasm, you mumble an acknowledgment. Hunter laughs and pulls up off the shower wall, making sure you can stand. "I think my princess deserves to be spoiled." His warm breath hits your ear. "Whaddya think? A little massaging?"

He's massaged before and God, even without being a licensed masseuse, he still does it really fucking well. "Mm. Sounds great." you mutter, finally getting out of whatever stupor you were in. You hear him grab and open a bottle, before cool oil and the scent of thyme fills the shower. Hunter's hands knead the skin of your back, fingers pressing down in some spots and making you hum.

After he gives you your massage, he turns you to face him and cups your face. "Doing okay?"

"Yeah."

His eyes flit to your thighs, mostly clean but still with some mess left over when he ate you out. "Here." He gets the showerhead off the wall. "Lemme take care of that."

A few minutes later, and you're both dressed again and out of the shower. Hunter comes up behind you and kisses the side of your neck. "Love you, sunshine." he murmurs, dropping his head onto your shoulder. You laugh and reach around to ruffle his hair. "I know. Love you too."

#tbb hunter #hurt/comfort #fluff #smut #aaaaaaaaa #how did i write this it's so fluffy #ashs bullshit

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