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Mpreg Hunter. Any ship. Any of choice. Just Pregnant!Hunter. Smut. Mom smut. Anything.

You challenged me to make Rex/Mpreg!Hunter hot and then I went and wrote 1600 words of pussy worship.... oops?

Rex doesn’t make it to Pabu very often. There are a lot of reasons for that, dangerous ones that seem to crop up around every corner these days. He knows his presence could bring trouble, and he wants to protect those boys and girl as much as he possibly can. But when Echo is insistent about bringing him along for Pabu’s version of Life Day—a day of celebration and sunlight and not a blaster in sight—he can’t say no. Life Day indeed. No one thought to warn him.

All of them are tanned and smiling, even Crosshair has gained a golden hue to his skin. But Hunter? Hunter is glowing. His hair is a little longer now, tied back into a half knot. His skin gleams with vitality and the way his middle is swollen and round makes Rex’s mouth run dry. He wants to rub his hands all over that bump. Wants to feel that little life inside move around. Wants to hang onto this moment for as long as Hunter will let him.

“So, which one?” Rex corners the sergeant after a nice meal out on the beach. He knows he is being impulsive, but he can’t hold the words back.

Hunter doesn’t pretend to not understand the question, “Don’t know. Don’t think it matters too much.” He is relaxed, happy, like this is the kind of question he is used to answering by now.

Rex tilts his head in agreement. This place and these people are a sedative to the nervous energy he always seems to carry around, and it is far too easy to imagine what it would be like to have a more permanent stake in it. “May I?”

That gets him a raised eyebrow but a gentle smile and nod too. Rex gently places one and then the other hand over Hunter’s gravid belly. His skin is warm under Rex’s palm and very quickly he feels a firm push against it, a solid little thump. He looks up at Hunter in amazement.

“She likes you.”

“She?”

Hunter shrugs. He is noncommittal but not unkind.

“What about her mama?” Rex’s eyes meet Hunter’s. They haven’t had these kinds of conversations too often, but he knows which words to use and which to swallow. He’s been well trained for it, same as Hunter. The Batch had offered their bed to him every now and again but he’d never taken them up on the offer. Now all he wanted to do was lay Hunter down on the nearest soft surface and show him just how amazing he really was.

It is Hunter’s turn to be amazed. “He likes you pretty well too.”

It was the answer Rex was hoping for, but hearing it still sends his pulse racing. He looks around, eager to make good on promises unspoken, greedy for what he missed out on this last year.

“Good. C’mon.” He’s careful as he grabs Hunter’s hand and pulls him into the house. He doesn’t miss the way the rest of the Batch smile knowingly.

Hunter is already stripping his shirt off by the time Rex has the door closed behind them. His chest is broader than Rex remembers, skin taut and tan over muscles that catch the evening light. Rex wants to worship at this altar, this impossible creature who he can’t believe is his for the taking. He grabs Hunter by the waist, kisses him hard and deep, feeling the way he melts and gives in to it.

“Rex,” Hunter gasps when he pulls back for air. “You—fuck.” Hunter lets himself be guided to the bed, fingers already working on his pants, but Rex is faster. Rex is determined. Rex wants to see and taste and experience every inch of him.

“Let me,” Rex growls, eyes blazing with a hunger that matches his voice, and he is peeling Hunter open, layer by layer, until every inch of him is splayed out and waiting, all for him. Rex pauses to take in the sight, to let it burn into his memory. Hunter’s skin is glistening with a sheen of warmth, his muscles making shadows in the dim room as he sprawls open. “So kriffing hot.” Rex descends on him with reverence and abandon, lips and hands moving over skin that is impossibly soft and hot under his touch.

He is all-consuming, applying his mouth to every inch of skin he can reach, feeling Hunter shiver and yield. Kissing and nipping at his pulse until it beats quick and sure beneath his lips. He wants to devour and savor him, wants to map him out with his tongue. He works his way down to his chest, teasing and tasting, finding those sensitive brown buds and giving one a tentative lick. That earns him a throaty gasp, a delicious sound that spurs him on. He licks again, more deliberate this time, and the gasp turns to a glorious moan as the lick becomes a gentle, insistent suck. Hunter arches into it, fingers kneading Rex’s shoulders, pulling him closer. Rex uses his hand to play with its twin, pinching and rolling it between his fingers, feeling Hunter’s body twitch and tremble beneath him. He switches sides, eager for more of those sounds, eager for all of it.

Hunter is making a noise he didn’t even know he could make, something between a whimper and a growl, and Rex is undone by it.He trails lower, tongue painting a path down Hunter’s belly, lingering at the line where skin stretches taut over his rounded middle. Rex nuzzles against it, kisses it, marvels at its fullness. “So beautiful,” he murmurs.

Hunter is panting now, eyes dark and wild, wanting and wanting and wanting. Rex can’t get enough of it, can’t get enough of him. He works his way lower, kissing a trail down to Hunter’s hips, his thighs, until he is right there.

Rex takes a moment to drink it all in, every detail of Hunter spread out before him. He is a feast, more than Rex ever imagined, and Rex wants to gorge himself on it. This is a memory he will keep forever, a sight that will haunt him when he’s off fighting battles, a sight he never dreamed he would be lucky enough to see in the first place. He presses his lips to Hunter’s inner thigh, then again, closer this time. He lets his breath fan over Hunter’s pussy. He can’t help the way his own hips grind involuntarily against the bed as he takes Hunter in like this.

“Kriff!” Hunter’s hips squirm and Rex can’t hold back a small smug smile. He is going to take his time, make Hunter feel this for days. With deliberate slowness, he runs two fingers up the outside of Hunter’s lips. Just a soft tease that makes Hunter whine in a way Rex will remember for the rest of his life, tattooed onto his mind. He wants to hear that sound every time he closes his eyes. He parts those slick folds gently, still running his fingers up and down, avoiding the tiny cock that he can see firming up. He takes each labia in turn, savoring the softness, and using his thumb and two fingers runs a gentle massaging stroke up and down before he touches deeper inside. Hunter’s breath catches and Rex knows that for once in his life, he is the one calling the shots. He is going to take Hunter apart, piece by piece, slowly and thoroughly.

“Reeeeex!”

The pleading cry only spurs him on, and he resumes teasing. He wants to keep Hunter on this edge for as long as he can stand it. The inner pink portion calls to him and the clean salty scent makes his mouth water. He lets himself have the tiniest of tastes, a quick, feather-light flick of his tongue before pulling back to drink in the reaction. Hunter’s hips buck and Rex is amazed at how sensitive he is, how much Rex can affect him.

Hunter is panting, voice catching, delirious with the teases. “Please,” he begs.

Rex wants to make a permanent home in that voice, that desperate begging voice. He gives another soft lick, then another, then another, until Hunter’s cries are coming in waves and his entire body is trembling with it. His mouth is everywhere, everywhere but where Hunter wants it most, and he has to hold Hunter’s hips down to keep him still enough not to buck right off the bed. When Hunter is finally keening and breathless, Rex lets his mouth close over the tiny cock and just holds it there, inhaling against Hunter’s skin, until Hunter makes a frustrated noise that has Rex nearly undone. Rex lets his breath ghost over him again, pulling back and then moving in closer, the warmth of it just kissing the edge of where Hunter needs it. He wants to hear every sound, watch every twitch, draw every single reaction out.

Rex can barely stand it himself, the way his dick is straining against his pants almost painfully, but he isn’t going to rush. He wants to savor it, savor Hunter. He flicks his tongue again and this time doesn’t stop, watches Hunter writhe as he slowly, slowly drags his tongue up and down the length of him. Rex is breathless with it, rutting against the bed to keep his own sanity. Hunter cries out again, half-sob, half-gasp, and Rex knows he will never get enough of that sound. He laps at Hunter’s glistening slick, tongue moving with more insistence now, more pressure, and Hunter’s hips buck again, his entire body tensing and quaking with it.

Rex knows he’s going to have to hear Hunter beg for it a thousand more times before he’s satisfied.

Soo @inkyclone99 posted a little fun thing about Hunter being the batch's boyfriend aaand it sparked this idea in my head. I'm leaving you the link of that post at the end of this oneshot if you want to take a look at it!

Here we have a TECH / (trans) HUNTER fic. It's playfull and dirty, hope you like it!

Xx, Blue.

PS. It's a long one, y'all. It kinda spiraled and went deeper into feels because I love them, your honor.

"KNEEL AND APOLOGISE" – TECH / HUNTER 🔥💖

WARNINGS: trans Hunter. Established relationship. Dom/sub dynamics. Hair pulling, choking, biting, oral and penetrative sex. Brief mention of somnophilia. Edging & cum control. Dirty talk. All of this things are consented even if that may not be explicitly mentioned in this oneshot (this scene comes from a long established relationship where they've discussed what the other is allowed to do and not and safewords. Do not try to do this in real life without explicitely agreeing on both parts and setting limits). Aftercare. Fluff.

Tech considers himself to be a patient man. He has to be. His mind works aproximately three times faster than the regular human; which means he usually has to wait a few seconds –or minutes, or hours, depending on the specific individual and situation– for others to catch up to him. It's a good exercise for patience as any; one he has practiced over the years. However, he has his limits; and Hunter is stubbornly making his way towards them.

He thinks he's subtle, with all this little touches and shy smiles he's been sending his way; but Tech knows better. He knows him better. And yes, Hunter might get shy sometimes –when the two of them are enjoying some free time in privacy, specially when Tech orders him to open his legs, to let him have a look at him–; but he's never really shy outside of it. He's a sargeant. Their leader. He's as self-confident and firm as any man in command should be. No; Hunter is attempting to achieve something else.

Tech had come up to that conclusion almost at the same instant that he had first started taking notice of all this little changes in his usual behaviour. It was not a difficult task. He has been dating Hunter for two years and seventeen days now; known him for much longer than that. Tech had always been curious about him –since the very first moment the kaminoans had pushed him and Crosshair towards the long haired boy and informed them they were to be a team–; and he has been able to satiate all of his intrigue by now. No other being in the galaxy knows Hunter the way he does; not even Wrecker or Crosshair.

Tech had refused to give him what he –oh so secretly and desperately– wanted. Hunter is used to being patient in the battlefield as well; weightening options and often needing to simply let time pass by for the most precise moment to spring into action to come. In their private sex life, however, Hunter is obnoxiously impatient; and Tech has tried enough times to correct that before to understand that he'll never be able to change that –it's just how Hunter is, passionate and fiery, propense to act impulsively and always trying to tug him into his vortex of burning, all-consuming sexual desire–. But Tech is still allowed to punish him. And he will.

It's not something that he has to fake, to act; he is angry. Annoyed. Irritated. Yes, Tech can understand Hunter's needs regarding sex; he has them too, after all. He has been wanting nothing more than to bend the shorter man over any surface available and rail him. Tug that slutty –delicious– waist back against his cock. But sometimes you have to push those needs behind you in order to do your job. Kaminoans turn a blind eye on the Batch more often than for other squads and companies –one of the few perks of their more visible individuality–; as long as their immaculate rate of success is not affected and they receive reports on a regular basis. In order for such rate of success to continue, therefore, someone has to do manteinance work on the Marauder –the ship that is as esential to their team as any of it's actual crew–; and that someone is none other than Tech. And Tech can't do that if Hunter's hands are periodically and "accidentally" rubbing against his dick and abdomen.

No matter how intently Tech is trying to ignore him and focus on the task at hand, his cock grows hard under the wandering hands; and temperature starts to rise in his body. He shoots Hunter an irritated glance and takes another look at his datapad; checking the backup energy system one more time to try to find the error and, eventually, fix it. He adjusts his magnifying glasses and frowns; eyes flickering over the diagrams and specs on the screen.

On the co-pilot seat, Hunter moves once again; extending a hand towards Tech to grab a second datapad on his other side and proceeding to caress a tempting "distracted" path over Tech's thighs. When Hunter grazes his fingertips over his cock and notices how hard he actually is, he pulls his hand back in false shock; looking at him in practiced embarassment and surprise.

"Oh, sorry" he begins, and the fact that he's actively pulling this little innocent charade in front of his face just makes something inside of Tech bubble with quiet rage. "I was just trying..."

Tech snatches his retreating wrist in his hand; barely turning to face him and ignoring Hunter's widening eyes.

"You've been trying to achieve this for days, now" he cuts his poor excuse off, voice calmy dangerous and eyes staring at Hunter in a calculating way –a gesture that kind of reminds him a bit of Crosshair–. "To get me hard and push me to my limit so I would finally decide to fuck you. Congratulations. I'm mad, and I feel very tempted to take it onto you. I recommend you get down on your knees and apologise. I might not be nice to you if you don't".

He pauses as if purposedly giving Hunter time to process the importance of his words.

Then, he pointedly adds "and I mean it, Hunter".

And the sargeant inmediatelly slips down towards the floor. He tries to control the small little grin that threathens to spread in his face; not wanting to anger Tech any further. He can be beautifully cruel when he wants to; and Hunter has no desire to being left without orgasming today –though the moment when Tech finally lets him explode after a few days of using him is tempting–. He can't help for some of that proud satisfaction to show on his face, though; he finally has what he wanted. He finally has Tech's undivided attention; and he knows he's gonna' be writhing in pleasure in no time. No one would have guessed, he supposes; but Tech is really good at the art of sex.

The man twists in the pilot seat, bracketing Hunter's kneeling figure between his spread legs; arching an eyebrow expectantly.

Hunter feels dizzy already. It's not fair the way Tech always manages to hold his form in this; the way he looks so unbothered commanding him, bringing him pleasure. He wishes he could save the picture of the man with his thighs spread sitting on that chair –his chair– forever.

"I'm sorry" he admits, his voice raspy from his spiralling excitement. "I know you have important things to do, and I should have been more patient and delayed my own needs for after you're finished with it. But it's been so long since we had some time alone together, and I... Want you. Miss you".

Tech forces himself not to sigh. He can hear some sincere honesty in Hunter's words. The man knows what he did; and even though he'll probably do it again in the future, at least he can understand that it is somewhat wrong. And Tech, too, can accept where he comes from. He wouldn't consider two weeks without fucking "too long", specially when they've been jumping from one battle to another one without respite for the last month; but he misses Hunter too. It's not like they've been separated at any point; but he misses the proximity, the intimacy. His kisses and moans and the way he makes him all but melt against him. And their little night talks. It's not only sex; he's in love, a fact that Tech had really struggled to understand and accept at first.

"You are surely aware by now that I do not ever stop thinking about you" he answers, his eyes attentively scanning Hunter's subtle reactions. "The fact that I have other things to work on, other priorities at the time, does not mean I want you any less".

It's beautiful what a few words can make on a human's body, Tech thinks, as he watches all of Hunter's muscles relaxing until he's almost falling forward in the "V" of his spread thighs.

Hunter has the decency to look a little guilty while he swallows and tilts his chin up.

"I know. I'm sorry for playing around with you" he repeats, then crawls forward just a few inches, adopting a posture they both know very well by now. "Please let me make it better, cyare".

Tech shivers. For all he is the dominating person in this relationship, at least in their sexual dynamics, Hunter still has some sort of power over him. He's only human too; and he's accutely reminded of that whenever the handsome man in front of him uses all those sweet little words and gestures with him.

Tech scans the way Hunter is kneeling at his feet. He's sitting on his toes, knees slightly spread apart and hands diligently clasped behind his back; needy –and now surprisingly peacefull– face tilted up towards him and dark chocolate eyes glinting with a passionate fire. Tech could ask him to do anything and Hunter will do it instantly. That's why he is constantly and subsconciously reading the signs to know if he's pushing himself further than he truly wanted, just because of what Tech wants to.

Tech's thumb carefully traces a path over Hunter's lips. He shoots him a firm glance.

"Open" he orders, quietly but firmly, because being dominant is not about shouting, but confidence. "Suck".

Hunter obeys, and Tech pushes his finger in; humming in aproval at the warmth of his mouth and the gentle loving way Hunter's wet tongue laps at him.

He plays with him like that for just a few seconds, delighting himself with Hunter's eager prettyness. Then, Tech draws his hand back and slowly pulls his blacks open; gently tugging the cloth forward so that his torso is finally revealed and tilting his hips up so that it rests under his ass. He closes a hand around his hard, long cock; and Hunter whimpers needily.

He's already sallivating thinking on putting his mouth on that. He wants Tech's cock everywhere.

Tech chuckles quietly and stares at him. He makes him wait for a whole minute while he teases himself with a few lazy strokes before giving him another order.

"Open your mouth and stick your tongue out".

Hunter's response is inmediate; wanting nothing more than to please Tech. This type of dynamic... It's a need that he had been forced to shove down deep inside of him; the few people Hunter had felt comfortable with sharing that he was a Variant had still expected him to take the lead. Because Hunter was a fierce, competent man; but oh, how had he wanted to submit.

And then Tech happened. He had been observing Hunter for years; drawing his own conclusions and observations. From one day to another, he had made him an offer in a very Tech-ish way; aproaching him calmly and directly and pointing out that he knew he was craving a different sort of sexual relations than the ones he was currently having, and that if he wanted to, he could give him exactly what he needed.

It had taken too many long seconds for Hunter to react; his brain shorting at realising that his vod –who he had always suspected to be either extremely picky or straightly asexual– was offering not only to have sex, but to actually dom him. His eyes had flickered over Tech's figure –he had always thought him to be the handsomest of the bunch, to be fair–: and he'd agreed somewhat hesitantly. Hunter had been unsure that Tech could live up to his promise; but one single night with him had been enough for the shorter clone to experience a taste of paradise. Of course, they has fumbled and messed it up on one ocasion or another in their early months together, still learning to read each other in that way. Then, love have struck them both; and now there was an easy understanding and constant sense of safety between them.

Hunter patiently waits with his tongue sticking out and forces himself to stay still while Tech plays with his face. He carefully slaps his cock against his tattooed cheek; directs his tip around so that he wipes the trail of precum on his skin. Tech then slowly rests the head of his cock on his offered tongue; and Hunter's throat bob when swallowing down and reminding himself he's not allowed to close his mouth around it yet. He breathes in and let's him simply stay there.

Tech smiles knowingly and asks him to lick him from base to tip; to leave his dick shining with his saliva. Then, Tech places a hand behind Hunter's neck and silently commands him forward; and Hunter makes a little pleased and relieved sound, happy to suck him up and bob his head up and down.

Tech lets Hunter have his fun at his own rithym for a while; something inside of him warming at the clear proof of how eager he is to please him, to take care of him. He wouldn't have to say or do a thing and Hunter will probably get him to his completion anyhow. It sends a spark of excitement through his veins; and when Hunter hums happily around his cock, Tech groans and clutches a hand tight on his hair.

"I'm going to fuck your face now" he tells him, standing up so that he can move more comfortably, Hunter adjusting his position accordingly.

Hunter thinks it's hot, the way Tech stands above him and feeds him his cock. He makes a little hum of agreement and allows Tech to push back and forward on his mouth like his personal doll. For a few minutes, Tech fucks himself into his wet warmth; had tightly clasped in a handfull of his long hair. His signature bandana is left abandoned on the pilot chair. Tech likes the sight of him with messy hair.

The taller clone slowly forces his mouth down on his cock until the tip is brushing Hunter's throat; the smaller man gagging in response and his nails flying to dig themselves on Tech's thighs in a pannicked warning.

In other situation, perhaps Tech would have punished him for that –for abandoning his position–; but he knows how much Hunter struggles with his gag reflex –no matter how hard he tries–, so he allows him to try to find some form of comfort in being in contact with his body. He caresses the back of his head tenderly; but doesn't let him go, speaking to him calmly and understandingly.

"Breathe in through your nose, Hunter" he gently directs him. "i know it's difficult, but try to relax around me. Calm down and just tale a carefull, slow breath in and out through your nose. Hold me there. I'm not moving until you do so".

It's both a comfort and a warning. He'll wait for Hunter to get used to it before pushing him further; but he's not going anywhere. Hunter's not making his way out of this. If he wants to, he can always safeword. If not, he'll stay right there crying on his knees with Tech's cock deep into his throat.

Perhaps it makes him more wet than it should; but Hunter is way pass the need to psycoanalize himself.

He closes his eyes and takes his time to focus on doing just that; taking tempting little breaths in and out from his nose, trying to ignore the way Tech's cock is burried inside his throat. When nothing else happens for a few seconds –because yes, Tech wasn't kidding, he's as still as a statue in front of him– Hunter gradually relaxes and calms down; carefully swallowing down –miraculously managing to keep his gag down– and finally opening his eyes to look at his boyfriend.

Tech groans. The sight is a sin; Hunter looks fucking delicious with his head tilted up, lips stretched around his hard-on, and wet tears falling down his eyes onto his sucked in cheeks.

He can literally feel his throat relaxing and accepting him; and he traces a thumb down one side of the man's face, tenderly caressing him.

"Kark, just like that, mesh'la" his voice is full of pride, and it instantly sends warmth and euforia through Hunter's veins. "You're so obedient. So fucking pretty with your mouth full of my cock".

Hunter whines, his throat contracting around Tech's erection. He had first thought Tech would be a silent kind of man; but of course, the man wasn't ever going to shut up just because there was sex related. Tech likes words and Hunter will be eternally gratefull for that.

"It's okay, it's okay" he hums in satisfaction, pushing Hunter's hair back from his face and caressing his face again. "Take a few deep breaths, darling. Then I'll slowly start to move again".

Hunter blinks as a way of nodding and keeps on breathing with his dark eyes fixed on Tech. The stare they share is intense. Tech's cock twitches in Hunter's mouth at how ruined and good the man looks.

"Again" Tech orders him, and Hunter stubbornly relaxes and focuses on his breathing while the taller clone pulls back and then carefully fills him again.

Tech moans and tugs at his hair gently, hips slowly starting to form a rithym back and forward so that he is finally fucking Hunter's face. He tugs at his hair gently, murmuring a "good boy" here and there while he finds his pleasure in the heat of his mouth. Hunter slowly slips into subspace, content with letting his body be used by his dom; eyes fixed in the pleasure of the man's face sluggishly. Tech looks beautiful throwing his head back and groaning; his impecable image crumbling and losing himself in pleasure.

Tech forces his cock down his throat, holding Hunter's head close to his pelvis until his nose is brushing against his heated skin; waits a few seconds until he gags and then he steps back and finally pulls out, letting him breathe.

Hunter pants, cheeks flushed and wet, a string of saliva still connecting his lips with his partner's cock. Tech cups his face in his hands and soothes him for a few seconds before tugging his body glove completely off his body and kneeling in front of him. He tears Hunter's clothes off too. When they're both finally naked Tech pushes him to lay against the cold floor.

"I think you've apologised good enough to experience some of that pleasure too, Hunter" he tells him, taking place between his legs. "Now let's see how wet you've gotten from just sucking me".

Tech swipes a hand through his pussy; Hunter moans and arches inmediately.

He can feel how wet he actually is. He's dripping; Tech's fingers sliding smoothly and almost too quickly with how slippery his folds are. His cheeks burn, a bit embarassed; but he knows Tech is nothing but proud and glad.

"Good" he answers quietly, glancing down at him. "You probably don't need any sort of preparation, but I'm still going to take my time".

Hunter knows what that means; and he whimpers needily. Tech teases his clit with the pad of his fingers; then travels back down to gather more of his wetness.

"If you had been a good boy all this days, I would probably return the favor, give you my tongue as well" he points out, eyes flickering to analise Hunter's face. "But I think this should be enough for now, won't it, Hunter?"

He slowly dips two of his long fingers inside of him; and Hunter clenches uncontrollably.

"Y-yes, Tech" he quickly replies, his pleasure rocketing. "Thank you".

Tech hums, pleased, and moves his fingers on little circles on Hunter's clit and ocasionally gives him his fingers.

Hunter grows impatient; squirming and bucking his hips up and down or on little rotations to try to find get more of Tech. The clone doesn't allow it, though; quickly trapping his legs with one of his and holding his throat down with one hand –the other never ceasing with his administrations–. Hunter can only moan and softly arch; and Tech keeps playing with his pussy for fifteen eternal minutes, bringing him to the edge more times than Hunter can recall and pulling back at the last second.

Hunter starts to cry; little whimpers and whines escaping his lips while he tries to have more of Tech's fingers inside of him –and oh, god, how he wished it were his cock instead– and on his clit. He's still a strong man, no matter how lost he is to pleasure; so Tech needs to apply real force to keep him in place. Hunter's body spasm; and Tech tightens his hold on his throat as a warning.

Hunter moans louder; his back bowing and his head thrown back, voluntarily showing Tech more of his neck. He wants more of that. He wants Tech to push him further. He wants him to break him, to make him explode, let him cum in his fingers and...

He can feel another orgasm aproaching, and Tech notices. He knows all of Hunter's little tales by now. How his breathing stutters, his eyes snap shut, the tiny frown on his forehead. The way his pussy clenches. He continues rubbing Hunter's clit; insistent and with a new purpose, now. He still wants to rail him and he doesn't want him to break yet.

"T-tech" Hunter whimpers, his voice raspy and barely audible against his hold. "I..."

"I know" he answers calmly.

He takes it up a notch; effectively cutting Hunter's breathing and focusing on his face no matter how hard his hips twitch.

Hunter's body experiences great pleasure while the lack of oxygen progressively makes his mind spin; both sensations mixing together until he can no longer differenciate in between.

"Cum" comes the firm command.

It's not a question or a sugestion. It's an order; and each of Hunter's muscles tenses before he's exploding in an bone-rattling orgasm. He's dripping, clenching like a vice around Tech's fingers –he doesn't even know when he pushed them inside of him again, but he's glad they're there, glad that he's not empty–; the sudden rush of oxigen back into his lungs making him whine and cum again.

He's left trembling, his body abandoning his painfull arch and dropping down onto the floor again; a welcoming cold against his back. He smiles dumbly, relieved, exhaustion and sleepiness invading him almost inmediately.

Tech smiles as well. That had been a beautiful orgasm; but he has not had enough yet. His cock is ready to burst; flushed red and imposibly hard, wheeping precum, and Tech needs to be inside of the smaller man.

"If you think I'm sated with this you're not drawing the right conclusions" he draws sarcastically, moving in between Hunter's wet thighs. "Luckily for you, I don't really require your active cooperation for this".

He taps the head of his wheeping cock against his pussy, spreading his precum around before placing the tip against his entrance.

"Just lay there and let me use you until I'm ready to cum inside".

Hunter releases a little groan and blinks sleepily when Tech adjusts his legs so that they're wrapping around him; holding himself firmly in his hand before pushing in.

Hunter's mouth drops open in a quiet gasp –the sensation of Tech's long cock slipping inside of him so effortlessly that good–; and the taller man grabs his trembling thighs and uses them as leverage to pump himself deeper inside of him.

"Shh" Tech soothes him, in that dark and condescendantly sweet way of his he often uses and that Hunter likes so much. "It's okay, darling. I know you're tired, perhaps a little dizzy. That's alright. You can pass out for all I care, if you need to. I'll keep fucking you right through your sleep and you'll wake up with my warm cum filling you up".

"T-Tech!" Hunter whines, clenching around him and prompting his partner to snap his hips against him sharply. "Love... Love how you talk to me Tech, how you do me... Please..."

Tech answers with his own moan and speeds up his thrusts; finding delight in the way their bodies furiously joining echoes in the silence of the Marauder. He holds Hunter's thighs in his hands and unwrap them from his waist; pushing up under Hunter's knees so that he's able to penetrate him deeper. Hunter squeezes his eyes shut with the change and cries his name.

Tech can feel his orgasm aproaching. Hunter feels so good wrapped around him; so warm and wet and imposibly tight. He looks beautiful, crying and moaning on his cock, his long hair a mess on the floor and his face flushed. The brief glimpses he has of his eyes, the pupils are widely dilated and full of raw desire and ecstasy. Fuck, he wants to cum inside of him.

Tech reaches up to clasp a single hand around Hunter's cheeks; encouragingly to look at him. Hunter snaps his eyes open; and they lock together, a million of thoughts and feelings travelling between them.

"Beg me, Hunter" Tech, for once, asks.

Hunter gifts him a broken smile.

"Please" he rasps, clenching on his cock and wrapping his arms around his man. "C-cum inside of me, love. I need to –need to feel your warm cum dripping inside of me".

Tech groans, and he fucks himself viciously into Hunter, railing his pussy like a soldier focused on the task at hand. His long cock feels great inside of Hunter; the friction he gets on his clit with the movement of Tech's pelvis adding onto his pleasure as well.

Hunter is thinking on how handsome and hot Tech is when he cums. A third orgasm spreads everywhere in his body; electric pleasure travelling at lightspeed towards every cell and muscle. He cries Tech's name again and sink his nails in his strong shoulders; pushing the taller clone into his orgasm too.

Tech whimpers and turns his head to the side; burrying his face in Hunter's neck before his hips stutter and he clamps his teeth down on his bronze skin, cuming inside of him. Hunter clenches harder around him and trembles; almost cuming a fourth time from that little thing Tech pulled at the end. Hunter has a thing with marking and bitting. Tech suspects it has to do with his more "primal" nature. His mutations.

They both hold onto each other tightly until they stop trembling and cuming; then, Hunter lays down completely flat against the floor, once again gratefull for the cooling sensation against his heated skin, and Tech all but unceremoniously drops on top of him.

There's only silence for a few minutes; their panting reducing to quiet breathing. They relax against each other; Hunter tilting his chin up and Tech finding a spot to lay his head in between his neck and chest. It's peacefull and safe. A bliss.

Then, Tech finds his strength; and he carefully pushes himself up onto his knees at both sides of Hunter's body and holds his own weight with a hand against the floor, at the side of his lovers head.

"You executed everything perfectly, Hunter" he offers quietly, and then, knowing how much the smaller clone likes when he uses the simpler and more unprecise words with him, softly adds "You looked –look, beautiful, I adored every single one of your sounds, and you couldn't have pleased me any better".

Hunter answers him with a teary happy smile. In the past, it had been sort of a problem for Tech to talk about his feelings outside of sex. As soon as their randy sesion ended, no matter how affectionate he had been in it, Hunter could feel his walls closing off; it had been a struggle to push through, something they had gradually talked about more and more until the problem had been completely resolved. Hunter understood him. Tech had always been like that; emotional conversations or overly sweet gestures had always made him uncomfortable, and the rest of tbe Batch had inmediately learned to adapt to that. They rarely sprung any major contact onto him like they did to each other –Wrecker spontaneous bone-crushing hugs had been a thing too–; and Hunter knew he had never intended to hurt him. Just as they had learned to adapt to him, Tech had slowly learned to adapt to his relationship with Hunter as well; to his needs outside of the sexual aspect of it.

While Tech was very confident about their relationship and how Hunter viewed him, his love and respect for him, this things somehow weren't so obvious for the sargeant. At least when they finished having sex. Tech could find some logic in it. After an intense sexual experience –specially when one is "subbing"– it's not unlikely to feel insecurily vulnerable. And though Hunter is incredibly turned on at the idea of him being Tech's toy, the source of all his pleasure... He doesn't actually want to be one, used and discarded as if he actually mattered nothing. And Tech wouldn't forgive himself if he ever made Hunter feel that way.

"I love you" Hunter offers, in such a free and honest way it tugs at Tech's own heart to answer.

"And I love you" he whispers, gently tilting his head up and softly kissing him on his lips once.

Tech ignores the little alarm in his head that warns him to get to the sonic for a few minutes; to get rid of the sweat and fluids Hunter and him had shared. He allows himself to have a moment; just observing his cyare and how beautiful he looks with a warm, tired smile and his hair spread.

Tech caresses Hunter's right cheek with his thumb back and forward and Hunter melts at the sweet gesture; at the hopeless love he sees on his amber eyes.

Hunter turns his head to the side and leave a soft peck on his hand.

Tech answers with a tiny smile.

"Want me to carry you to the sonic, cyare?"

Hunter nods with a small laugh.

"I'd appreciate it. I don't know if my legs work right now" he jokes, and Tech smirks proudly.

He slowly stands up, not bothering on picking up the mess they've left behind right now as he knows he will have to come back shortly to clean it up; and bends down to pick Hunter from the floor, who quickly wraps his arms around him.

Tech starts walking towards the sonic, and Hunter can't help but think on how strong he is –even if his body shape is more lithe than most–. He nuzzles his nose in his boyfriends neck.

"You're a sex god, Tech" he points out, allowing the taller clone to gently push him under the sonic while he waits for his own turn. "It's unfair".

Tech laughs, taking his quick sonic before joining him out of the bathroom, throwing on some new blacks as well.

"I believe you're very fond of this oh so unfair situationship" Tech chirps as an answer, smiling confidently. "And I'm just a very good analyst. I know which buttons to press to make you wet".

He's so... So Tech that Hunter just has to laugh; and he's still smiling in amusement when he kisses his cyare.

THE END

Well that's what I call a kinky ride! I hope it satisfied your dirty minds as well! I was planning on doing it strictly sexy and not include the romantic bits, but they wanted to be written and read so I just did. Hope you liked that too!

And please remember, take care of yourselves and never do this sort of thing (both doming and subbing) for someone without having a talk before hand of your expectantions, boundaries and safewords. Horniness can make us act stupid, y'all stay safe!

Also, here's the link to the post that inspired this oneshot if you want to have a look at it.

See you next time!

PS. English is not my first language and I'm not double crossing this for errors, so forgive me.

Xx, Blue.

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Oh yes I love all the batch ships… *only cares about the Hunter ships* What can I do he is the one that deserves the most me thinks 🫶 Firs

Finally I can say this!! Revealed my fic for the @swrarepairs exchange 😆 some Wrecker x Hunter goodness for @huntressdarkness <33

Loved working on this piece, it’s very sweet and sexy, ofc~

I mean, with these pics in it, how can it not be??

Sexy, sexy Hunter as it should be~

So pls, give it a read! 🫶

OK SO. RAREPAIR. MY GOAT. Ventress x Hunter!! I love this ship so much he spread his legs to her

If possible, can you make it t4t? Trans woman Asajj and Trans man Hunter? 👉👈

Can be smut! They are so hot together hehe

Soooo... let the rare pairings begin ✨

Hope it was what u wanted!

"NOT WHAT I WAS EXPECTING"

– ASAJJ VENTRESS/HUNTER 🔥

WARNINGS: TRANS ASAJJ, TRANS HUNTER, EXPLICIT SEX (DIRTY TALK, BIG DICK)

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"This is not what I was expecting when you agreed to come with me" Ventress retorts, voice full of sarcasm, while Hunter tries to catch his breath in front of her.

The leader of Clone Force 99 had been worried sick about the ex-sith's revelation about Omega. She had offered to train her; just enough to grasp a sliver of control of the Force. Just enough to hide herself, to remain unnoticed. Not that the Empire would stop looking after her –not when they already knew the truth–; but at least, her life sign wouldn't be screaming "force sensitive" for those physically around the girl. Hunter had inmediately shot down the idea unless he was allowed to tag along; and Asajj had reluctantly accepted.

Why did she want to help the girl? Well, Ventress knew everything about people wanting to take advantange of a helpless child; about being an expensable pawn in another's game, about families ripped apart. Plus, the Empire would find her someday too, no matter how hard she had been working to blend with the shadows. And for the Empire to be destroyed, there had to be enough force-sensitives –ex-siths, ex-jedis, new force users, it didn't really matter– alive. Asajj doubted the Empire could be defeated without them.

That didn't mean Ventress was chirpy about it. Hapiness just didn't seem to be in her vocabulary; in her range of emotions. Amused, entertained, not sad neither angry? Yes. But never plainly happy. It was just her personality; shaped after a whole life of teachings on dark arts and sith stories.

Surprisignly, her two new companions hadn't been as irritating as she had expected them to be. The kid's bubbly excitement could be tiring after a whole day of social interactions; and Hunter's initial side glances of waryness had gotten on her nerves at first. But the girl had learned when to give her space –it wasn't a difficult task, considering Asajj's sharp tongue– and Hunter... Ah, Hunter had been a very curious development.

Ventress had grown to... Well, perhaps like was too strong of a word, but it admitedly went further than tolerate. The clone was loyal and brave –but not the silly kind of bravery–; measured, always aware of his surroundings, perceptive and plainly hot. That definitely helped. There was a sort of primal, raw and masculine attraction going on for Hunter; and yet he was still surprisignly pretty. Perhaps it was the long hair or the sweet brown eyes; perhaps that narrow waist Asajj had eyed more than once.

No matter how curiously attracted she felt for him, though, Ventress never thought it would end like this; that he would be the one to grow a pair and kiss her. And oh, what a heated kiss it had been. Hunter was still panting in front of her, eyes flickering over her face while he tried to catch up his breath. Ventress had heard him moan low in his throat; felt the shiver spreading through his body when she had all but cuped his ass and grounded against him, letting him feel her bulge. The wide-eyed, confused but excited look on the clone's face had been nothing short of precious.

Ventress walked backwards –eyes never leaving Hunter's– and layed down on the matress of her ship; posture relaxed and tempting. Hunter seemed to be devouring her from his spot against the wall.

"I'm not complaining, though" she finally continued, making a tiny gesture with her head while she added in a sultry voice "Come here and take a sit on my lap, little clone".

Hunter's cheeks flushed a deep red. He hadn't seen this happening either. But he couldn't deny the way his heartbeat sped up when Ventress stepped close to him; or when she hissed a few words as an answer. Because that's how the woman spoke; in sharp hisses and confident whispers. Everything in Asajj screamed power; and that made Hunter's knees weak.

Hunter has always been a confident person himself; used to leading his squad and carrying the weight of decisions and responsabilities. He doesn't really understand then, why he gets so damn shy around Ventress; why his feet shuffle as if he's unsure to move forward. He wants to. He wants her. Why then does he feel so... afraid?

The woman observes him from the bed. It makes Hunter more nervous, but the arch of her eyebrow finally pushes him into action, and Hunter quickly jumps into the matress, one knee going over Ventress's hips and settling almost stubbornly on top of her. He's a sargeant. He has led his team into battle more times than he can count and survived to tell the story. It's just sex with... Ventress.

Ventress, who has a very well-endowed cock by the feeling of it and chuckles at Hunter's obvious reaction; a small whimper escaping his lips while he nervously adjusts on top of her.

The woman's long nails take hold of Hunter's own hips; keeping him in place.

Once again, she smirks.

"Like what you feel?" She asks, though it's nothing more than an observation at this point, really.

Hunter blushes and glances off to the side. Ventress chuckles and grabs his chin; forcing him to look at her.

"For a sargeant, you're surprisingly shy in bed" she points out, smile wide as a lothcat's. "Don't worry, little clone, we can just stick to kissing for a bit".

There's a sort of sarcasm to her voice; but Hunter seizes the oportunity to do something he wants and escape the weight of her stare and dips down to press his lips on hers. Asajj makes a tiny surprised sound, body tensing and coiling like a snake; then chuckles low in her throat and tugs him forward, deepening the kiss. She's rough, teeth nipping his lower lip, all-consuming; and Hunter quickly gets lost in it. His body heatens up; warmth climbing onto his cheeks. He's getting wet, now; and he can feel Ventress's bulge growing hard underneath him, and the knowledge drives him crazy.

He humps forward, unconsciously trying to grind on it; and Ventress groans, lips parting, head falling back to rest against the thin pillow. She studies him with hooded eyes. The clone looks delicious; long hair encasing his flushed face, eyes closed, lips parted while he moves against her. Ventress tugs that gorgeous hair of his back with a pull of her hand; Hunter's spine curving in response. A small moan echoes in the walls of her ship.

"Getting a little desperate, aren't why?" She asks, amused but oh, so turned on, dark eyes heavy fixed on his. "You want that inside of you, mm?"

Hunter's whole body trembles at the dirty words coming of her mouth. A rush of slick slips into his underware. His core pulses almost with it's own heartbeat.

Fuck, yes. He wants that. He needs that. He's so empty, he needs her cock to stretch him, needs to be filled and pounded and...

Hunter whines, and Asajj gives him a wide, dangerous smile.

"Not that I'm trying, little clone, but your thoughts are awfully loud in the force".

Hunter blushes; though it doesn't make much difference in his already redenned cheeks. He looks at her as if he were a lost puppy; needing guidance. Ventress smirks.

"Why don't you take it out, then, if you want it so badly?" She suggests, playing with him, but dead-serious at the same time.

Hunter knows she won't let it slip; and it's less humiliating to admit to his desires directly –instead of trying to resist–. So he swallows his embarassment and shyness down, and his hands nervously tug her leggins and underware down; exposing her erection to him for the first time. It tears out a very audible moan from his throat.

"It's so big" he thinks to himself, but speaks out loud.

It's the biggest dick he's ever seen. Warm and heavy, it rests against the woman's pelvis; almost reaching her belly button. There's a few drops of precum that tempts Hunter to take a taste.

Asajj's laugh break him out of his reverie.

"Take a photo, little clone. It'll last longer".

Hunter tries to be nochalant about it.

"I was just curious. You know, with you being a woman and..." he looks down at her cock again, and Ventress gives him a confident, one sided smile.

"Ah. Well, it can't be that much of a surprise... Considering how you're keeping a very similar secret. Aren't you, little clone?"

Hunter squirms. He glances off to the side, but Ventress "tsks" and he redirects his eyes back to her. He doesn't like talking about this. Hell, he doesn't have a lot of sexual experience because he hadn't wanted to face other's reactions; hadn't known how to explain it. What to do or say. But Jedi magic, right? Or well... Well, perhaps his grinding had made his lack of package obvious. Either way, it's not easy admiting it out loud.

"Why don't you show me?" she continues, encourging him upon his silence.

Hunter hesitates for a few seconds; then he shifts his ways on his knees and slowly divests himself. His shirt is thrown to the floor first; his slightly more rounded chest coming into view. They're not really breasts, at least not a full pair; but they're not completely flat and muscular either. There's some softness in them; and his nipples had always been particularly sensitive.

Surprisingly, Ventress waits patiently as he moves on onto the lower part of his outfit. Hunter is finally completely naked in front of her; and the woman eats him up with her eyes while Hunter squirms in place. Insecurity swims inside of him, and some part of him wants nothing more than to dress up again, but... But Ventress smirks in satisfaction and carefully and very slowly swipes two fingers through his wet folds. Hunter clenches around nothing and moans.

"Look at that" she smiles, desire clear in her eyes. "Who would have thought a clone commander would look so pretty with perky nipples and a pussy crying to be filled. Because that's what you truly want, isn't it?"

"Y-yes" Hunter manages to answer, swallowing his embarassment down.

"Well, well, little clone. We must prepare you for that" Ventress taunts, her hand reaching down to gently stroke her cock twice. "I'm not sure I can make all this fit inside of you. I bet you're tight".

Hunter's mind is swimming in desire. He nods, fingers flying down to his clit inmediately. He does a circular motion one, twice; he's so wet and turned on it feels spectacular already.

"Ah, ah. You're going to cum in my cock and only by what my cock gives you" she stops him, making him whimper and look at her in desperation. "If you're so eager, you can start preparing yourself for my cock".

Hunter throws all caution through the window and dips his middle finger inside of him; the movement eased by his wetness. It's one single finger; and yet he feels so full already. Ventress is right; he is tight. It doesn't help his pussy is clenching onto anything that is given to him.

"Just like that, little clone. Go on. You're a big boy, you can take another one".

Hunter whimpers and obbeys; and soon he's pushing two fingers, then three, in and out of him. They become from being too much to being too little; and he whines gripping the woman's hip with his free hand, asking for more.

Ventress, who has been slowly stroking herself while watching his little show, smirks knowingly.

"Yes, Hunter?"

He bites his lip and squirms. He knows she wants him to ask.

"P-please..." he whispers, the urgency clear in his voice.

Ventress smiles wider.

"Please what? I'm not giving you anything until you beg for it".

Hunter moans and tries to hide behind the courtin of his hair momentarily. The woman grabs his chin and forces him to face her. Her eyes demand an answer. Hunter needs to beg.

"Please, Asajj" he surprises himself with how soft his pleading voice sounds. "I want your big cock inside of me".

Ventress groans, kissing him as a reward and swiftly adjusting their positions; tugging him towards her so that his entrance is hovering over her erection. Ventress holds both of his hips with her hands; gesturing down with her head, eyes locked on his.

"Take what you want, little clone. Sit on it". She orders, the last few words coming out in almost a hiss.

It sends electrifying pleasure up his spine; a tremble that is only replicated when he holds her cock in place with one hand and begins to slowly sit on it.

"A-ah" he whines, the stretch of her massive cock too much for his tight entrance to easily adjust. "V-ventress..."

She hums in delight and holds his hips steady; leading him to backtrack a little before taking more of her length inside of him.

"You should see yourself, Hunter" her voice is temptation on itself. "Looking so pretty trying to take my hard cock in your tiny pussy".

Hunter whimpers and stubbornly pushes down the rest of the way; the stretch so abrupt it burns. He makes a second wounded noise in his throat when he involuntarily clenches on her; and Ventress releases her first pure unadulterated, uncontrolled moan of the night. This is affecting her as well; as much as she's good at hiding it.

"S-so big" he repeats, almost as if he needs her to soothe him, to confirm it.

Asajj nods, answer a little raspy.

"Yeah. I can almost see the outline poking in your belly".

Hunter clenches on her again and looks at her desperately; breath already coming out in agitated pantings.

She reads the overwhelming desire in him.

"Move, little clone. I want to see you bouncing up and down on my cock".

Hunter loses himself on Asajj's hard-on. Though at first it's difficult to mantain a rhythim, the feeling too much, his endless desire and wetness soon makes it easier; and encouraged by her dirty words and strong hands, he moves faster and harder, slamming his own hips down on hers until he can almost feel her pushing against his cervix. Is an alarming situation and a incredibly pleassurable once at the same time.

Ventress let's him enjoy himself for some minutes; delighted to watch his pleasure and listen to his curses and moans, eyes tracking the way his body bounces and how his spine arches, how flushed his face looks. The need to fuck him harder, faster, arrives not too long after, though; and she inverts their positions so fast that Hunter is left to stare at her in shock, weeping cock still inside of him.

"You've had your fun, little clone. Now I get to take what I want, and you're just gonna hold on and cope with it".

It's a warning; a promiss. And Hunter soon discovers Ventress has no intention on breaking it.

She tilts his hips upwards; bends his legs open, and pounds in him so hard and deep a broken moan cries into the silence of the night. She doesn't give him respite, though; she's persistent, set on a goal, hips moving confidently over his and feeding her cock into his pussy one time after the other one. He's so wet the sound is almost embarassing; and yet it still turns him on. Ventress's cock feels imposibly good inside of him; so big, stretching him so wide, reaching so deep, branding him inside, carving her shape out of his pussy, one time after the other one and the other one and the other one...

"Please... please..." hunter cries, real tears in his eyes.

It feels so good it's overwhelming. He needs to cum. He needs to explode and release and please, god, this is so fucking good his brain is going to...

"There, there, little clone. Just take. What I. Give you" she hisses back, punching each word with a snap of her hips.

Hunter feels the orgasm impossibly close. He feels tingly already. He can almost graze it with his fingertips. It feels so good, he's so full, she's so big and...

"I-I'm gonna' cum!" He warns her, eyes shutting down inmediately, mouth dropping in an opent pant.

Ventress groans and pounds harder. She places a firm –and carefull– hand on Hunter's throat.

The man whines. The stars explode.

"I-I'm cum-ing!" He cries out, every single muscle on his body clenching harshly, squeezing the woman's cock.

Tingling spreads from his pussy to every single nerve ending on his body; shivering uncontrollably.

Ventress opens up on the Force; swallowing his pleasure down, making it part of her own.

"F-fuck!" She groans, almost tasting her own orgasm too. "D-drop to your knees, Hunter. Now".

It's not a question. It's an order. It's urgent. Necessary.

A dazzed Hunter rolls over and kneels on the floor; sleepy, satisfied eyes looking up at the woman's figure in ecstasy. Ventress takes a stand right in front of him. She grabs his hair with one hand, tilting his face upwards; desperately strokes her cock with the other one.

"Want to fucking paint your face" she growls, managing to send a last shiver of pleasure through Hunter's nerves. "Want to see your pretty face drenched in my warm cum, little clone..."

Hunter hums and obediently sticks his tongue out; and the sight of it, of the clone voluntarily offering his mouth to her, is what does it. Ventress moans and cums; white ropes of her warm seed painting Hunter's flushed face and dripping down. Ventress caresses the tip against his cheek; then against his lips. Hunter hums and gives her a kittle lick in complete contempt and relaxation. It's Ventress's time to shiver.

"Good boy" she murmurs, energy dropping, falling down to sit on the edge of the bed.

Hunter hums and follows; drops forward, head coming to rest to one of her thighs. He's growing sleepy as well; and Ventress chuckles in what can only be... Well, not happiness, but fond amusement, maybe.

THE END.

*cracks knuckles* kinks you say heeeeh?

Hunter and ✨transformation✨ good old transforming into a woman

Magic stuff. Science stuff. Anything. He and an OMC can have some fun after the tf tg heheh

Well, this is a first. Let's have some fun!

Xx, Blue.

PS. I'm alive, still working on requests, just stressed tired and busy :)

"PROPERLY SWITCHING" –HUNTER / OMC 💖🔥

WARNINGS: HUNTER WAKES UP AS A FEMALE, SO EXPLICIT MENTIONS ABOUT HIS NEW BODY & EXPLICIT SEX WITH ORIGINAL MALE CHARACTER (ESTABLISHED RELATIONSHIP). SLIGHT PANIC.

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Hunter hummed groggily against the pillow; the scent of clean bedsheets and the warmth of the few sunrays that slipped uninvited through the window gently easing his way back to consciousness. He stretched lazily, eyes still closed; shifting his position so that he was laying down on his front. There was a sort of painful pressure to his chest; but still half-asleep, he ignored it, wanting to enjoy a few more minutes of silence and peace before he had to go about his day. He had spent the night in Reid's apartment; and though Cid didn't have any new bounty prepared for the Batch, his return to the Marauder was inevitable. Omega and his brothers would be waiting for him. He could still spare a pair of hours, though.

Reid shifted next to him, perhaps slowly waking up as well. Hunter felt his body pressing against his side as if searching for him. His lips were tugged into a small, fond smile. Reid was affectionate even in his sleep. At first, it had been difficult to get used to it; to the way Reid cared for him and pleasured him so selflessly. But the man had soldiered on; answered to each hiss and snap and insecurity in Hunter's eyes with a bigger dose of patience and understanding, and the clone hadn't had another option than to fall for him.

Reid made a low sound with his throat –the first indication of conciousness–, and plastered himself to Hunter, gently pushing him forward and inviting him to spoon together. Hunter let him; sighing happily at the warmth of the bigger man molded at his back. Reid was sporting a half hard-on –as it was common almost every morning when they slept together–; and Hunter felt some sort of satisfaction upon feeling it against his ass. He couldn't help but press backwards; Reid humming in quiet acceptance and pushing his own hips forward slightly. This was a sleepy dance they knew well by now.

Reid's hand grazed Hunter's hip and slipped under his shirt; slowly and teasingly climbing upwards towards his chest. He softly –teasingly– pinched a nipple, bringing out a pained whimper out of Hunter's lips. Fuck, he was specially sensitive today.

Reid's hand opened and closed around his chest; and he squeezed. Reid made a small sound in sleepy confusion, hand slowly repeating his movement and mind trying to make sense of it; while Hunter completely freezed.

Reid had just squeezed a breast. Reid had just squeezed... his breast.

Hunter almost jumped out of bed, switching to a sitting position on top of the matress so abruptly that his vision filled with black dots, and tearing the bedsheets away. Reid blinked awake and pushed his weight up against a firm hand on the matress as well; eyes inmediately finding a shocked Hunter. The clone was taking a peak through the collar of his sleeping shirt and...

"R-reid. I have... I have..." he stuttered, imposibly surprised, and his partner watched him in concern.

"You have...?" He rasped.

Now awake, Reid knew he had felt something different. Hunter was all lean muscles; he knew he hadn't felt a trained pec, but something heavier, softer. But what else could it have been? It surely had to be some sort of imagination, right?

"I have breasts" he finally blurted out, looking equally shocked as Reid's answering expresion.

Hunter pushed his shirt upwards; and Reid's honey eyes widened. There, right in his boyfriend's chest... Two perfectly sized, beautiful breasts hung in place; hard nipples poking against the cold of the bedroom. Or arousal. Or shock. Could it be all of the above?

"Well... Tech did warn you that urukaki drink you accidentally had on your last mision could bring unexpected changes on your body" he released an incredule chuckle and deadpanned. "Now that's... That's what I call properly switching".

In another situation, Hunter would have joined his humour; but a feeling of unease spread through his body. This wasn't him. This wasn't him, that didn't feel right, and what if he had to stay like this for days or weeks or months or...

"Hey" Reid's calm voice brought him back to reality, his hand carefully cupping his cheek and caressing it with his thumb. "Tech said any change would be temporary, just until the hormones and whatever there was in that drink is filtered in your liver and kidneys. I know it must be really weird, but it'll pass".

Hunter released all his tension in a long, resigned sigh and slumped in bed. He was right.

"There goes our morning fuck, I guess..." he mumbled, laying down on the matress again.

Reid's face hovered above his field of vision. His partner didn't seem at all bothered by this; still sporting a grin on his face.

"Why?" He asked, both hands travelling down to caress Hunter's hips. "I'm still hard. I'm in if you are".

Hunter frowned.

"But you're not attracted to woman".

Reid answered with a shrug.

"I'm 95% attracted to males" he corrected. "Plus, this is a very unusual particular situation. You're still you, Hunter, and I'm in love with you. Your body might have changed a little, but you still look beautiful to me".

Hunter blinked the tears away and smiled at the warmth and tender affection brought by Reid's sweet reassurance. He had picked his partner well.

"I guess it doesn't have to be much different. I still have an ass, after all..."

"Which by the way seems to have grown" Reid pointed out, grinning wide. "But come on, Hunter... this might be a one time life chance. Don't you wanna' do something about it?"

Hunter stared at him and blinked.

"You want to fuck me in this body?"

Reid nodded with a smile.

"We could try and have some fun. If you don't like it we can stop... But if not, I'm all down for exploring this changes in you and discovering new ways to make you squirm and moan".

Reid sugestively pushed his erection against Hunter's thigh; and the clone flushed with a welcoming excitement. He was already feeling different, now. If Reid was willing to take it slow, perhaps this could be a pleasurable experience instead of a terrible nightmare...

"Okay" he agreed in a whisper, cheeks tinged in red.

Reid looked like an over-enthusastic puppy; inmediately pressing their lips together and making Hunter melt in a heated, possesive kiss.

"Gonna take such a good care of you, baby" he promised, lips trailing down to leave small little marks on his neck, and Hunter hummed happily.

Reid all but acomplished his promise. In the next couple of minutes he turned Hunter into a squirming mess; all without a single article of clothing been taken off, just by kissing and pressing his cock against him. When Reid's hands moved to tug Hunter's shirt off, the clone was so blisfully relaxed he didn't even remember the anxiety he had experienced about his new shape before.

Reid groaned, hands softly pushing Hunter's surprising pair of breasts together; the man of the hour answering with a pleasured sigh.

"Fuck, baby" his partner whispered, his warm breath so close to his skin sending shivers through Hunter's naked chest. "They're perfect. Look so good on you".

Reid squeezed, perhaps with too much force at first; because the other man hissed agressively an opened his eyes in alarm. Reid watched him in surprise.

"What's up?" He asked, a bit confused at the sudden reaction.

Perhaps Hunter had changed of opinion; and didn't want to keep exploring this any futher. Which would be a shame, but he'd understand it anyways.

"Too sensititive" is what his boyfriend answered, however.

Reid studied the flustered blush on his face.

"Oh" he smiled. "Sorry, handsome. Guess that's just one difference I hadn't thought about. Perhaps I should just move on, huh?"

"No!" was Hunter's inmediate reply. Reid arched an eyebrow, and the man smiled guiltily, swallowing down his embarassment. "I... I like you touching my... My..."

"Breasts" Reid finished for him, and Hunter sighed in relief and reluctant acceptance.

"Breasts, yeah. It feels good having your hands there".

Reid grinned. He slowly cupped his boyfriends breasts again in his hands. His thumbs barely grazed his nipples; but Hunter arched spectacularly under him. It was a beautiful reaction to watch; and Reid wanted to draw so many more off of him.

" 'Kay, baby. I'll play with your breasts some more now" he agreed, and then he was switching his touch on Hunter's chest, alternating between softly caressing, squeezing, and tugging at his perky nipples –that seemed to be all but tempting him–.

Reid couldn't help himself and dived to catch Hunter's right nipple between his teeth; tugging very carefully. It was something that always made Hunter whine in his original shape; and by his reaction, it didn't feel any worse in this more feminine state.

"F-fuck!" Hunter looked at him in surprise.

Reid chuckled and kissed him on the lips.

"Some things never change, I suppose" he teased, and then he was crawling down Hunter's body, kissing a path down his stomach and pulling his pant's off with insistent tugs.

His boxers were abandoned somewhere in the room too; and Hunter found himself completely naked in front of his boyfriends' possesive, hungry eyes. Eyes that curiously travelled down to the spot between his legs; the clone inmediately redenning and trying to push them closer together.

Reid tutted condescendingly.

"Ah-ah" he smiled, hands holding Hunter's powerfull –yet somehow soft– thighs. "No hiding now. Open your legs and let me see your pussy, baby".

Hunter felt a rush of wetness seeping out of him; a second flood of embarassment creeping on his already redenned cheeks. It was hot, though; the way Reid talked to him. The way he had talked about his new shape. It almost felt forbidden.

Hunter soldiered on and opened his legs wide. Reid found himself a comfortable place between them, face coming to a dangerous close distance to his crotch. Hunter couldn't take his eyes off of him.

Reid teased a single finger along his folds; the movement easy through the slippery skin. It was just one little swipe; and yet it felt so good, made Hunter feel so desperate.

"Kark, Hunter. You're so wet, baby".

The clone couldn't help but whine; thrusting his hips up impatiently, wanting to feel more of Reid's touch on his feverish skin.

"I-I know" he stuttered, still getting used to all of this new and pleasant sensations. "It feels so good, Reid".

"Yeah?" The man smiled, one hand coming down to hold Hunter's squirming hips in place while the other continued to tease through his folds. "Is it very different?"

Reid dipped the tip of his middle finger into his entrance; then swipped upwards until he was slowly teasing his clit. Hunter moaned and bit his lip. It was a contradicting feeling; it was as if he wanted to squirm away from that kind of electrifying pleasure and push against it at the same time.

"Y-yes" he managed to answer. "Good different".

Hunter tried to fight the overwhelming sense of being empty. He needed to have something inside of him, needed to be full, filled. It was almost tugging at his very heart.

When one of Reid's fingers dipped again in his entrance to gather some of the wetness there, he couldn't keep it a secret any longer; and he shot him a heated look that inmediately got the man's attention.

"Push it in".

It wasn't a question; but an order. And Reid grinned.

"Like this, baby?" He asked, pushing his middle finger as far as he could, deep and slow.

Hunter felt somewhat relieved; but he still wanted more.

"A-nother one".

"So eager, baby" his boyfriend chuckled, but followed his plead inmediately.

Hunter had to fight a constant blush from the way Reid observed him through his pleasure. He felt needy and desperate, his hips moving over his boyfriend's fingers as if trying to pull then deeper inside of him, back arching and wetness coating his partner's hand. He felt for the man's waistband and tugged downwards; demanding Reid to get rid of his clothes too. He complied with a charming smile and Hunter smothered him with licks and kisses as soon as he got his boyfriend's body on top of his. The feeling of Reid's hard on pressing against his entrance and lower belly was delicious. Hunter's hips rotated and tried to push him inside.

"Mm. Want my cock, baby?" He asked knowingly.

All in all, this wasn't that much different from fucking Hunter in his usual shape. He was just as desperate once he had worked him up, and just as beautiful.

"Yeah. Please, Reid, fill me up" he whispered over his lips.

The man groaned and gave him a little peck; before holding his weight with a firm hand against the matress and re-directing the head of his dick towards Hunter's entrance. He locked eyes with him and slowly pushed inside; raptly observing the clone's reactions, how his mouth opened in ecstasy and his eyes fluttered close until he was completely seethed inside of him. Hunter's pussy was tight, warm, and wet; it felt fantastic around his cock.

"You okay?" He still asked, forehead touching his.

Hunter softly moaned.

"Yes. Yes. So good, so full. Please just... Just fuck me, Reid. I wanna' feel you everywhere".

Reid smirked, adjusting their positions slightly so he could have a better slam into Hunter.

"Alright, handsome. Let's see how much your new little pussy can take".

THE END.

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I know I cut some of the fun out and there are probably errors and typos in there, but I'm pretty busy and I wanted to continue writing the other requests. Hope u still liked it! Xx, Blue.

Not sure how much you’d be to do Mpreg omegaverse stuff but- maybe with Omega Hunter? 🥹👉👈

And if not Mpreg, maybe just the fluff! Post preg with newborn baby girl…maybe a follow up with the Alpha OMC 😇

Sprinkle of angst turning into fluff turning into smutt 🫡

Hunter shall be a dad (again).

I think you're really gonna like how this one came out, bud.

Enjoy!

Xx, Blue.

"JUST AS BEAUTIFUL" – (a) OMC / (o) Hunter 💖🔥💔

WARNINGS: Omegaverse usual shit including smutt (scent & breeding kink), insecurities about physical body changes and self-value during pregnancy (a bit of angst related to that), male preg, comforting fluff.

Buckle up!

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Hunter had always been fit. It was required of him; his body needed to be on tip top condition to push him through hours of dangerous misions of extenuating difficulty. It hadn't been too hard to develop that strength, those muscles, either; any training was a hundred times better than to remain trapped in Clone Force 99's barracks for a whole day. It had always made him feel more useful; more alive.

Perhaps that was why he now felt the complete opposite. He could barely walk without pain these days –and let's not talk about running or carrying heavy weight–; his muscles had all but dissapeared with his growing belly, and all he did was slump around and watch the holonet or read. He had started to ask himself if he wasn't being a burden for Night. It couldn't be easy for him; going to work everyday only to keep working when he got back home. He never complained, though, and always greeted him with a smile. Hunter had definitely won the lotery with his alpha.

Feeling grateful, and with a new resolve on his heart, he got up on his feet; deciding to try to put together at least a decent dinner for him. But today didn't seem to be his day; Hunter sat for a minute in order to rest his swollen ankles, and a minute was just enough time to burn through the fish sticks he had drowned in the frier. The smell of burnt food tickled his sensible nose; and Hunter swallowed the wave of nausea down, eyes cristalising. Why couldn't he...

A key moved on the lock of the front door, and soon enough, Night's voice was echoing in the corridor.

"Hey, darling, I'm home" he made himself known, as sweet as always, even though by now he was fully aware Hunter could hear him from clicks away.

Hunter tried to swallow everything down and put up a calm, smiley face; but all his efforts were inmediately abandoned when his dark brown eyes made contact with Night's light purple ones.

His alpha's face instantly switched to worry; quickly scanning him up and down and slowly approaching him.

"Sweetheart. What's wrong?" He asked softly, hands inmediately travelling upwards to cup Hunter's face tenderly.

Hunter answered with a wet chuckle.

"J-just being stupid. I tried to prepare dinner and burned everything".

Instead of growing angry, Night gave him a small fond smile.

"It's alright, darling. I appreciate the gesture" he pecked Hunter's pouty lips once. "Why don't we forget about that and take a shower together, mm? We can order in after that".

Night knew how much Hunter loved taking showers or bathing together. It was a chance to relax, to just breathe; to caress each other tenderly and bask in each other's love. The thought of Night seing his naked body right now, though, didn't bring him the same comfort.

Hunter pulled down on his oversize sweater, shifting unsurely.

"I don't know... I... I showered already today..." he tried to step around it.

Night frowned. He knew him too well by now.

Hunter's vision turned blurry; and a quiet whine threatened to escape from his tightening throat.

"Hunter... Baby..." the alpha caressed the skin of his reddening cheeks with his thumbs and whispered gently. "Will you tell me what's really going on?"

Hunter couldn't helo but cry, if only a little. It wasn't messy and loud; just a few tears running silently down his cheeks. Night brushed them away with his thumbs.

"I feel so useless" he finally broke down and confessed to him. "You're working all day long so we can live here, and I'm just lazing around. I wanted to do something nice to compensate and look at what happened. And... and I look so different, Night. I feel like a giant ball of fat. I'm not the man you started dating. How can you...? How can you...?"

Night shushed him softly, kissing him deeply, perhaps with a little more force than necessary.

"Hunter" he firmly called him by his name, and the omega couldn't so anything else but to look up into his eyes. "You're not useless, and you're not being lazy. You're growing a life inside of you; and that takes energy, and sleep, and everything else. Of course you need to rest; and of course you're not going to be running around doing missions and shooting the bad guys. After how ecclectic your life has been it's normal this is making you feel a little lazy. But I asure you, it's nothing but normal. And just the fact that you tried to do this gesture for me is heartwarming enough".

Hunter's worries started to melt with his alpha's kind words; but Night hadn't even finished comforting him.

"And as for your physical aspect..." he brushed a hand down his hair. "You're as beautiful as the day I met you in the market. You have the same handsome face, the same pretty dark brown eyes, the same long hair I love so much. And yeah, your body has changed. But don't you think it's anything close to bad. Your ass is a dream, Hunter" he squeezed it suggestively with a grin and the omega had to laugh. "And seing you naked is one too. Do you have any idea of how much it turns me on? How good you look with our pup growing inside of you? How good knowing that feels?"

"Do you really mean that?" Hunter asked, fingers clenching on Night's shoulders.

The alpha sighed.

"Of course I do, Hunter" he pressed his forehead against his, just like the omega had taught him a year ago. "It's our baby. You're mine as much as I'm yours. I'm not going anywhere, and it's going to be okay".

Weeks of silent stress vanished from Hunter's body instantly; and he tugged his alpha's neck down to kiss him. Night complied without a blink; lips moving softly over Hunter's and hands bracketing each side of his face, deepening the kiss.

When they parted, both of them were breathless; a peaceful expresion in their face.

"Wanna' take that shower now?" Night offered again, hands travelling down to caress Hunter's hips.

Hunter bit his lip.

"Could we... Do you want to have sex? Now?"

Night looked surprised at first; but inmediately smiled and chuckled.

"Of course, baby" he tugged Hunter's body as close as he could against his. "I'll give you what you want now".

Hunter sighed; relaxing in his partners arms. Night dipped his head down for another kiss; and the omega tilted his head upwards, letting him explore him with his tongue. Hunter had not been one for those kind of kisses before meeting him; it was messy, too slick, too... Disgusting. In his opinion. It came out he had just really had very bad tongue kisses. The way Night explored him was nothing but; he had no rush, he didn't force anything around. He just softly prodded and swiped, just a little tease that left Hunter wanting for more.

One by one, each item of their clothes was left scattered around the floor. The sight of the alpha naked still managed to surprise him, a year and a half later; Night was a mix between pantoran and human, his skin a beautiful smooth dark purple and the small geometric tattoos on his face a softer violet. And he was big; so big. Hunter clenched just by looking at him.

"Like what you see?" Night teased, stroking himself once, twice, while Hunter squirmed in place. The alpha hummed and gently turned him around so he was facing the kitchen table. "Hold on, darling, I need to properly prepare you before you take me inside of you".

He didn't delay; falling down to his knees and grabbing a handfull of his ass, swipping his tongue over his wet entrance, spreading him apart.

Hunter's knees buckled; moaning quietly, he quickly took hold on the edge of the table, tiny movements pushing himself back onto his alpha's tongue.

Night hummed happily behind him; fingers playing with his wetness for a few seconds before he was slipping one of his fingers inside him too.

"F-fuck" Hunter stuttered when he moved onto three, after a few minutes of opening him up restlessly.

Night finally stood up –one knee cracking uncomfortably– and smiled; molding his chest to the omega's back. His fingers continued pumping inside of him.

"You're always so tight, love" he whispered close to his left ear, sending shivers down Hunter's spine. "It's a wonder. You could think by now that your body would have permanently adjusted to the shape of my cock".

Hunter whimpered and pushed back harder against him; a rush of lust and warmth bubbling over him.

"N-night..."

He knew what he wanted, and the alpha smiled quietly.

"You want it, baby? Want my big cock inside of you?"

Hunter sighed.

"Please..."

The alpha groaned and took hold of his erection, coating the tip with Hunter's wetness. The omega bit his lip. He already felt good and Night wasn't even inside of him.

"Kark, baby" the alpha finally pushed his cock into him, slowly but steadily until he was seathed inside his warm walls. "You always look beautiful with my cock inside of you".

Hunter clenched around him, bringing out another groan from the alpha; who caressed his hands all over Hunter's body, from his shoulders, down his back, thighs, and all the way up including his pregnant belly. Hunter squirmed.

"I'm okay" he whispered to the man behind him.

Night hummed and obbeyed his wishes, pulling back and slowly pushing back in.

Hunter kept his eyes closed; getting used to the feeling of something that big and that good moving inside of him.

Night moved progresively faster, deeper; until desire got the best out of them and he was pounding into Hunter with impatience and abandon. Hunter whined and dropped open his mouth with the rush of pleasure.

"S-so good..."

Night pushed on his shoulders, directing him to bend down and push his ass up into the air. Into him.

He whispered sweet –and filthy– nothings to his ear while never slowing down or changing positions; just small adjustments to keep fucking him non-stop. Hunter clinged to the table as best as he could; until his shaky legs couldn't hold him up anymore, and he grew concerned about hurting the baby if he pressed more of his belly onto the hard surface.

"Night..."

"Yes, love?" He asked, slowing down.

"Can't..." Hunter blushed, embarassed. "Bed?"

"Oh" the alpha seemed to realise the situation, and inmediately smiled brightly at him. "Of course, sweetheart. Come here".

Hunter squeaked when the alpha pulled him into his arms; lifting him bride-style of the floor and walking towards the bedroom effortlessly.

Night chuckled, amused.

"Didn't know you could make that noise".

Hunter shot him a glance, pouting.

"You could have given me a warning".

Night laughed, and he gently dropped him down on the matress, staring at him while he remain standing. Hunter squirmed impatiently.

"What?" He asked, seing the thoughtful expresion on his alphas face.

"Mm. I'm debating wether I'd like to fuck you against the matress like when you're in your heat or if I'd prefer to watch you on top of me".

Hunter's face reddened inmediately.

"Any thoughts on it?"

At Hunter's flushed silence, the alpha dropped on the bed besides him.

"I think I want to see how beautiful you look bouncing on top of me" he stated, grinning flirtily.

Hunter might have had some reserves about his body image; but right now he was so turned on, and he wanted Night's hard cock inside of him so bad, he didn't quite care what the position was.

He climbed over his alpha's thighs; hovering over his erection before slowly sinking down onto his cock.

"Fuck, Hunter" Night moaned, hands squeezing both sides of his hips, eyes growing hazy. "Just like that, baby".

Hunter answered with his own moan and slowly moved up and down onto him; closing his eyes and enjoying himself for a few moments without a care in the galaxy. When his thighs started to burn, he whined and shot a glance to Night's purple eyes; and the man understood inmediately, tugging him forward until he was half-resting on top of his chest, planting his feet on the bed and moving his hips up against him in short, sharp movements.

When the pleasure was too much for the omega to handle and Hunter all but slumped on top of him, his pregnant weight too heavy for him to push against, Night hugged the omega to himself and grinded their hips together. By Hunter's moans, they were both pretty close to orgasming.

"Please. Please..." the omega whined, panting against his neck, kissing his scent glands here and there.

"F-fuck" Night rumbled, the sound of his wet dick music to his ears, Hunter's voice too. "So fucking beautiful, love, so fucking... Fucking breedable. If you weren't already full with my pup I'd give you another one right now".

Hunter murmured a "close" onto his neck, squirming on top of him, and Night squeezed his hands on Hunter's bubbly butt, feeding more of his cock into him.

"You like that, baby? Like being bred by your alpha? Pushing your ass up and beg to be filled with my cum?"

"I'mgonnacumI'mgonnacum..." Hunter whined in eccstasy, digging his fingers onto the alpha's shoulders.

"Beg me" Night ordered, suddenly tugging his hair back and forcing him to hold his purple gaze. "Beg me to come inside of you, come on, baby..."

"Please" Hunter cried, clenching impossibly around the cock inside of him. "Please, alpha, wanna' feel your warm cum inside of me. Mark me up, breed me again, please, please..."

"F-f-fuck, I-I'm..." Night pounded once, twice, three times inside of him and then he was cumming in long warm spurts inside of him, moaning next to Hunter's ears and the omega was done for too.

Hunter cried, clenching tightly one last time over him while the stars exploded all around his body, pleasant tingles spreading through every nerve til the very tip of his toes; then relaxing slowly.

God. That was...

"So good" Night mumbled, still twitching inside of him, gently caressing his hips with his fingers. "Love you, Hunter".

The omega sighed, swimming in endorphins and happiness. Yes, he had won the lottery.

THE END.

Damn, that was 🥵

Back to omegaverse masterlist here:

For the requests,,, Alpha male x Omega Hunter? 👀 mayyyybee heat?

Yes siiiiir 🫡

Wasn't sure if you wanted them in a relationship or for them to be strangers, if you wanted full smut or tease or fluffy... Just decided to go with my gut. Not checked for errors, so sorry! Hope you like it!

"Bite me"

ALPHA OMC / OMEGA HUNTER

WARNINGS: just the classic omegaverse shit; heats, bite marks, dynamics blablabla. You know what you're here for. Smut, establied relationship, fluff 💖🔥

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Hunter was used to taking care of things. Of his squad, of Omega, of strategies and plans... It was just how it had always been. With no shortage of supressants, and considering they distributed them to all the clones periodically, the kaminoans hadn't paid much attention to the fact that the sargeant was –a surprise for many– an omega; but without their endless resources, and their new life on the run from the Empire, it had been Hunter's time to face a truth he had been long ignoring. Sometimes he wanted someone to take care of him.

It had taken a long time for him to come to terms with that. He wasn't used to it, always the leader of his squad; needing someone, feeling that deep-soul desperation tugging at him... It had made him feel weak. On top of that, his sense of smell had all but intensified; migraines worsening as well. And oh, let's not even start with the heats... His body burned, and his conscious mind always went on a vacation trip. Hunter hadn't done drugs; though he imagine it would feel something like it.

The clone had always had a fair share of silent admirors. Woman were usually attracted to his toned muscles and tattoos, his overall misteriousness; men liked his long hair and narrow waist. The attention had nothing but increased with the release of his feromones; but he had promised himself he wasn't going to grow distracted by any pretentious alpha, and... Well, he technically hadn't. Because Einarr wasn't pretentious.

Einarr Barkla had been a mandalorian bounty hunter they had crossed paths with for one of Cid's chaotic missions. Between his knowledge of Mando'a, his precision with a blaster, and his calm and soothing personality, Hunter had jumped from simple genuine admiration to a hopeless crush in a blink of an eye. While Hunter fought against his natural instincts, trying to shove everything down, Einarr had continued adressing him with unwavering politeness; not making a single comment about his very obvious feelings, noticing the omega's trouble.

After two months of torture, it was Hunter who had finally confronted him; perhaps not in the best of ways. He had all but pushed Einarr against a wall; asking him to stop playing mindgames in an angry snarl. When a frowning, confused Einarr had questioned him about it, Hunter had hissed that he knew exactly what he meant; that he was using his feromones to call him, that he smelled him everywhere, from miles away, and that he was fucking tired of it. After hearing the rest of his synthoms, Einarr's expresion had switched from irritation and confusion to amusement; and for once, Hunter knew what cheekiness looked like in the mandalorian.

"I don't know, Hunter. Sounds like your omega side likes me" he had smirked at him.

Hunter's eyes had widened in a mix of surprise and realisation.

"Why does this come to you as a surprise?" Einarr had asked, confusion making a come back. "Surely you've experienced this before..."

Hunter had still been too out of place to have the mind to lie about it.

"No. I haven't... I've been on surpresants all my life. I've just recently come off".

Surprise and understanding had mixed on the bounty hunter's face. Einar had placed a warm hand on his shoulder in a comforting way.

"Oh. It's alright, Hunter. You'll learn to get used to it and filter things with time, then".

The sergeant liked his emotional intelligence oh so much... Hearing those soothing words did things to his insides.

He had tilted his head up –Einarr was fucking tall–; and the man must had seen something on his eyes, for he had smiled softly but sensually.

"Do you want something from me, mesh'la?" He had asked; and Hunter had almost whined.

The rest was history. They had been together for a whole year now; a year that started with exciting –and sometimes scary– exploration and ended in wonderfull, safe understanding. By now, Hunter knew every inch of his body; his omega side, his want and needs, his limits... And all of Einarr's. He really was an excellent alpha; he was lucky to have him.

<< Have him... Yeah... Cock inside me, please... >>

In the present time, Hunter's mind was already spinning. He had started his heat half an hour ago; retired to Einarr's apartment as soon as he had detected the synthoms starting. He went through his mental list; lock all windows and doors, send Einarr a mesage, place the water bottle besides the bed, lubricant, and get completely naked. He knew his alpha would come home as soon as he could. His alpha...

Hunter moaned, inevitable humping against the matress at the thought of his boyfriend coming home to help him.

"Alpha, alpha, alpha..." he chanted in a whisper, almost in automatic. Then, a key was introduced in the front door, sending an electric shock through Hunter's bent spine. "Alpha!"

This time he called for him out loud, and he received an answer back.

"Hey, handsome" his voice was low and gentle. His figure inmediately stepping into the bedroom and taking the scene in. "Mm. As ready and good as always".

Hunter whimpered; back bending so that his ass was stuck up in the air and forehead almost resting against the matress. He had been extremely selfconscious of this position in the past; but a lot of time and love had happened since then.

"Please..." he could do little more than beg. "Einarr..."

"Shh" the alpha soothed him, undressing as quick as he could and kneeling in the bed behind him. "I got you, baby. I'm here".

Einarr brushed a kiss on a hip, hands coming up to caress his shoulders and spine; and Hunter sighed, turning into a puddle at the reverent attention. His mind swimmed in happiness.

"Fuck, you're gorgeous" the mandalorian whispered. One big hand travelled down between his legs, teasing the wetness he found there. "Did you play with yourself while I was away?"

Hunter moaned and squirmed. His cheeks warmed.

"Just a bit" he confessed. "I... It was too... I tried waiting..."

Einarr smiled.

"Mm. It's okay, darling, no need to get your mind in a twist. You know I don't care if you give yourself an orgasm to try to relax a little. I know I'll be able to pull a few more from you afterwards..." Einarr sinked a finger into Hunter's hole, and the omega clenched around the please t intrusion.

"F-fuck" he panted. "Y-yes, Nar, please..."

"More?" The alpha asked with a smile, eyes darkened and voice slightly raspy.

Hunter nodded at least four times.

"Yes, please..."

"Mm" he answered, and gave him what he asked for.

Soon, Einarr had three fingers inside of Hunter; and the beautiful man started to beg for his cock.

"Please, please. Your cock... Please, give me your cock..."

The alpha groaned. He slipped his fingers off; then lined up his hard on over Hunter's entrance, teasing with just the tip.

"More" the omega whined, own hips moving back and trying to impale himself impatiently.

"Here you go, baby" the man answered, holding himself and firmly and slowly pushing in.

Hunter's breathing hitched; voice quietening while he adjust and then breaking in a pleased whine.

"F-fuck, a-alpha...".

"Too much?" Einarr asked, waiting patiently, worried.

"No" the omega answered, releasing a happy sigh. "So, so big, so good..."

Hunter clenched; and the alpha moaned. His hands seized both sides of the smaller man's pretty waist.

"You feel incredible too, baby" he praised, and Hunter turned to smile at him, head still resting on the matress.

"Fuck me, please?" He asked, and the mandalorian could do nothing but obligue.

It was slow, sweet and gentle at first; though it was soon consumed by Hunter's heat and need and turned to a rough pounding. Hunter got reduced to endless whimpers and moans; fingers clenching around the bedsheets and eyes closed in bliss, half-bent half-slumped under his alpha's powerfull form.

"Yes, yes, yes, yes..." he chanted in tiny whispers, voice almost muffled against the matress of the bed.

One of Einarr's hand grabbed a handfull of his hair and tugged.

"F-fuck!" Hunter whined, voice forced into a proper deeper V, the spot his boyfriend was ramming slightly shifting inside of him.

"Wanna' hear you" the other man panted, still pouding inside of him. "Wanna' hear your pretty voice cry for me..."

"Alpha" Hunter all but cried to him, stimulation almost too much to handle for him. His body felt on fire, his wetness travelled down his thighs, his alpha was fucking him so good and deep and... "Please knot me. Please knot me, alpha, alpha..."

Einarr moaned at his lost babling. He loved when Hunter reached this state. Fuck, he was the prettiest thing he had ever seen.

"Yeah?" He grunted with effort, tugging Hunter's hips back onto his cock. "Want me to knot you, little omega? Pump my cum deep into you?"

"Yes. Yes, please..." he really was a mess by now, but he didn't care. He felt loved and safe. "Alpha, please, put a pup in me..."

"F-fuck" Einarr's pacing stuttered. "Kriff, yes, gonna' fucking breed you, love, pretty, dirty little omega..."

"I'm gonna' cum" Hunter whined, one hand flying back to claw at Einarr's forearm. "I'm gonna' cum, gonna' cum, gonna' cum..."

Einarr groaned and sinked his teeth into Hunter's neck; hard enough to leave a temporary mark, but not enough to draw blood.

The omega cried and clenched around his cock, cumming in long, warm ropes onto the bedsheets. The beautiful sight of Hunter succumbing to the highest of his pleasure was more than enough to pull the alpha's own orgasm out of him; Einarr groaning one last time before pushing his hips flush with the omega's one and knotting him, pumping him full of his seed.

Strength abandoned him, and he more or less dropped on top of Hunter; trying to homd himself up to not crash him completely. The omega didn't look at all bothered by it; Hunter lowered both of them down slowly onto the matress, knot still connecting them, humming happily.

"You okay, handsome?" asked the alpha, kissing the back of his neck affectionately, breathing finally slowing.

Hunter hummed again, body relaxed and mind completely void of worries.

"Mm. Yeah" he turned his face to the side to smile softly at his boyfriend. "Love you, Nar. Thank you".

The alpha grinned. He really was the luckiest man on the galaxy. At least on Ord Mantell.

"Love you too, mesh'la".

THE END.

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CUTIESSSSSSS

He was 100% preg in that scene I SO KNOW 🥰🤭❤️

Thank you!!

Pregnant Old Hunter!! No need to focus on who the dad is, just he is preg and kicking well

Maybe even when saying goodbye to Omega 🥹 not his first pregnancy either

Goodbyes are not forever

He rubs his belly gently, grunting at the little kicks he’s getting. He’s seven months now, and he’s just ready for them to come.

Hunter listens as the footsteps make their way to him, they would be unheard if he had regular senses… which he does not. When the light comes on, he looks over and sees his daughter giving him a knowing look. “You thought you could just sneak off? Time hasn’t dulled all my senses.” He chuckles, waiting for her to come over.

“Papa…” Omega sighs, sitting beside him. “I know we’ve had this fight before, but I’m ready. I’m not a little girl anymore.” She says softly.

“I know. I know…” Hunter sighs. “I’m just… not ready. And I’m scared, I don’t like you having no team backing got up.”

Omega sighs, hugging him close. “I’ve made my choice, and I’ll have a team. I’m joining Hera’s team.” She pulls away and holds his hand. “You don’t have to worry, like I said… I’m not a kid.” She smiles.

Hunter pulls her forehead against his. “No matter how old you get, or where you are in the galaxy… you will always be our kid, Omega.” He says softly. “You’ve been our kid since the day we met you in that hallway, and you’ll be our kid even when we’re all marching. Always and forever.”

Omega has to hold back tears, and she hugs Hunter tightly, sniffling. “Promise me you’ll be here when I come home?” She whispers.

“Oh baby girl.” Hunter hugs her tight. “I promise. Rex is looking for a cure for our aging, and I know he’ll find one.” He smiles. “Now you better get going, you call at least twice a day okay?” He has his own tears.

Omega nods, a tear falling down her cheek. “Yeah, I promise.”

Hunter tenderly wipes it away. “Alright…you go on then.”

Omega nods, standing up and heading to the ship. She knows that this is what she needs to do, it’s just so hard, leaving her family.

“Omega!”

Omega looks back, seeing her papa standing. She blinks.

“If you ever need us… we’ll be there.” Hunter says softly, and he means it. No matter how old or pregnant he is… he will always be there to help his daughter.

Omega smiles. “And if you all ever need me… I’ll come running.” And she heads into the ship.

“That’s my girl.” Hunter grins, watching as the ship starts up. He waves, as she flies off. This was the hardest thing he’s ever done, but he knows that she’ll be back someday. And when she does, they’ll give her the biggest welcome they can plan. He rubs his belly. With some new siblings to meet too.

Hunter. Lactation kink? Been dying to have anything like that

How about a snippet? I also may use the same dream in my fic with pregnant hunter. X3

“Oh, look at you.” The voice whispered in Hunter's ear as he gasped breathlessly. “Such a wonderful specimen. So responsive…so fertile.”

Hunter moaned and spread his legs farther as he felt his womb swell again. “Yes…my babies.” He moaned and curled his toes and shifted his weight to sit more comfortably.

“And your breasts! So large and still swelling. You clones know how to feed your children.” The faceless figure rubbed at his breasts, massive and heavy with milk and nipples as fat as his thumbs and just as long.

Hunter ached as the rapidly growing children in his body caused his breasts to swell larger, each bigger than his head and tight. “Hurts…so much in them…!”

“Then let me help with that.” The faceless man purred, pressing his cock against his thigh before wrapping his lips around Hunter's breast and suckling.

Immediately the pressure eased and Hunter cried out in pleasure and relief as the thick milk was sprayed into the hot mouth. He reached up and tangled his fingers into the stranger's hair, pushing his face into his breast and staring hungrily.

“Mmm…yes! Drink up. Then put more in me. Breed me and I'll feed you for the rest of your life” He panted and spread his legs farther. “Keep me fat with babies and I'll fatten you with my breasts!”

He moaned obscenely as he felt a cock push into him as his breasts leaked milk. Still the man suckled and fattened up. His cock even was fatter as it sealed against Hunter's opening, cum just constantly streaming from it.

“So good!” The stranger sobbed, pulling off the empty teat to dive into the other, face round with the filling liquid.

Hunter cried out as he came and another child swelled into his body, breasts ballooning more.

Hunter woke up with a cry and sat up in shock, haunted by the dream. His cock was softening as his blankets were soaked in cum. He looked around the small bedroom and rubbed his hand over his face and then, tentatively down to his chest.

Flat and muscular.

He blushed at the memory of being bred, of hungry mouths at his nipples, of growing his family more.

“Fuck me…!” He grumbled and fell back into his bed, one hand shoved down to his cock and his other rolling his pebbled nipple.

Echo and Omega rescue a cat who turns out to be preggers, and they have to convince Hunter to keep her.

In the months following their escape from Kamino, Hunter had learned to expect the unexpected; something he would have thought himself well versed in already, as a soldier trained to adapt and survive in scenarios where a split second's decision could be the difference between life and death, and not just for yourself.

"Please?" Omega asks, as Hunter stares in disbelief down at her pleading, earnest brown eyes.

He's not sure what shocks him more; the fact he can hear several tiny, fluttering heartbeats that beat rapidly beneath the pace of the likewise accelerated, stronger vibrations of the two people before him... Or that his initial gut-reaction is to say "Yes, of course."

He wasn't terribly surprised by Omega being the source of shock for him today, but to have Echo standing beside her, a hand on the kid's shoulder, hovering protectively over both the child and the large, furry cat that has settled herself comfortably in the cradle of Omega's curled arms, has him reeling.

Two pairs of pleading eyes stare at him imploringly.

Hunter puts a hand to his head, still momentarily speechless. It's too early in the morning for this. How did they even find..? Not important. Not for now, anyways. He runs a hand down his face.

He blinks one eye open to stare at Echo when the man's heartrate suddenly speeds up.

"At least until she has the... Y'know," Echo falters, gesturing with his scomp-arm in a soft whirr of moving parts, belaying his hopefulness.

Hunter follows his gaze to the large, happily swollen belly of the long-haired loaf of silky fur. She blinks serene, crystaline blue eyes at him, then purrs once, a brief, short sound.

The vibration makes Hunter blink, remembering a hazy memory from last night, when he thought he heard rumbling in his sleep, but everything was too peaceful to...

Ah. So that's when they found the cat.

All three of them look -- four, counting the cat -- to the doorway of the Havoc Marauder's entry ramp as Tech enters the ship, staring down at his datapad.

"There is bad weather forcast for the next fortnight," he says without preamble. "This planet's monsoon season is setting in and the feline's nest of origin was not located in a safe area. I predict that she was someone's former pet, either abandoned or cast away, perhaps due to her gravid condition," he says in his absent-minded, factual way.

"You, too?" Hunter asks dryly, wondering just how they managed to sneak outside at night without waking him. "Where was she?"

"In a drain pipe located east of the well we have been using to supply our clean drinking water an--"

"Awww c'mon, just say yes!" Wrecker interrupts, rolling over in his bunk abruptly. "She's cute and fuzzy and she makes the kid happy."

Hunter's eyes slant to the side and upwards as he turns at the hip, narrowing his eyes at the soft stutter of someone else's heartrate.

"She's tidy," Crosshair comments, somehow knowing Hunter's attention is on him.

"And how would you know that?" Hunter wonders.

"Because there's already a litter box by the gunner access, these idiots were going to make her walk outside."

Hunter looks at his wrist to check his vambra--

The sight of his alarm-clock setting turned to inactive status has him do a double-take at the time. Shocked, he looks towards the suddenly rapid heartbeat who is responsible for the act.

Her grin is as unapologetic as her cleverness.

--

Omega's laughs echo down the hull of the ship as Hunter sits on the ramp, knees bent, elbows draped across them and hands hanging down.

"You're trying to look grumpy, and it's not working," Echo comments as his soft footsteps stroll down the metal. His limbs make a quiet whirr and clinking sound as the soldier sits.

"Hard to be mad when she's smiling like that," Hunter says honestly, allowing a small twitch to his lips. He sighs. "I hope you're not going to ask me to keep all of them. You know we--"

"Of course not," Echo assures him. But that smile on his face does nothing to ease Hunter's mind as he promptly continues, "Just the momma. Omega named her--"

"Jasmine," Hunter says with a sigh.

"Hunter! Hunter, look!" Omega suddenly cries, her voice shrill with excitement.

He's never told her, because it makes him so dang happy to hear the kid so excited, but her voice really hurts at some decibles.

"What is it?" he wonders. He's about to stand up to oblige, when he hears the pitter-patter of rapid footfalls down the ship, Omega's heart fluttering like a butterfly as she slows down, then carefully approaches him.

Twisted at the waist, Hunter's eyes widen a bit when he spots the small ball of fluff the kid is holding. Tiny blue eyes are just barely peeking out from between sticky eyelids.

"Aww, his eyes are opening," Echo coos adoringly. It's strange and pleasant to hear the soldier's voice so warm and softened, and Hunter can't stop a smile at his brother's own smile sitting so easily on pale, hollow features.

Hunter's brothers might think he caved for Omega's sake, but if he's being honest... It was the look on Echo's face that had him accepting the fate of yet another mouth to feed; and for at least a little while, several more. Echo hid his anxieties well, but there was no hiding them from Hunter's sharp senses.

If the cat made his brother sleep soundly at night, purring on his chest or curling up around his head, Hunter was glad for it. The anxiety meds the GAR had once provided were no longer an option to them.

"Cute," Hunter comments on the little kitten, then sucks in a startled breath when the tiny baby is suddenly thrust into his hands, Omega blissfully ignorant to Hunter's immediate distress.

"I, uh--"

"Awww, c'mon, you haven't held any of them," Echo encourages, throwing a smirk his way. "Afraid to lose your heart?" he taunts.

No, definitely not, but the little creature looks far more appropriate in Omega's gentle, delicate, tiny hands--

He stares down, wide-eyed, at the little black ball of fuzz. Hair sticks up every-which-way, unevenly tufted as the long hair grows in, its little tail curling around Hunter's wrist. Squinty eyes stare blearily around at wherever it's head ends up pointing, the muscles not yet developed enough to give the kitten any grace in movement.

It looks so small and fragile in his large, calloused hands.

"You look like you just got handed a live grenade," Echo comments with amusement. "Hey! Tech, grab the holopad--"

"No!" Hunter snaps, shooting him a glare, alarmed to feel his ears get warm. He doesn't need them snapping pictures of--

"Already done," Tech's dry voice informs them absently, as he steps into view tapping a few buttons on his vambrace. Their goggled brother picks a holopad off an ammunition's chest. Hunter had noticed it there before, but hadn't thought anything of it.

As he stares at Tech's small smile while his brother examines the screen, he rolls his eyes.

Unbelievable.

Omega looks cheeky. Hunter takes a moment to appreciate her wit and cleverness, because he has no doubt this strategy was probably the kid's idea, or at least the idea's origin point.

"I think you should, uh, take it back to its mom," he suggests, looking back down at the creature a split second before the tiny rush of air in its throat explodes out of its mouth as a tiny, high-pitched mewl.

The kitten's wide eyes stare up at him, fierce and angry and needy and so blue.

"Awwww he sees you!" Omega coos, already carefully scooping her slender fingers under the kitten's body and hind legs, supporting its weight carefully as she lifts the wee one up and away, hugging him protectively to her chest. "Don't worry, he's just crying because he wants more snuggles, he gets cold easily. He's like Crosshair was as a baby, always needy," she says in a conspiratorial stage-whisper.

Hunter smiles bittersweet at the memories her comment provokes, but chooses to settle on the good that Omega has highlighted.

"It's a shame we can't name him," she says sadly.

Hunter blinks at her, looking down at the kitten.

"Why not?" he wonders. Omega looks up at him, startled, as Hunter thinks of what name might suit those bright, fiery eyes and squeaky little meow. "Call him Gizmo."

He completely misses Echo's startled glance.

Omega's smile slowly stretches all the way across her face as she beams brightly up at him, and Hunter wonders faintly what memo he just missed.

She runs off to return the month-old kitten just as he opens his mouth to speak, so he directs his question to Echo.

"What? Is it a weird name?" he asks, baffled. If the Kaminoan's could assign them numbers as names at birth, then he didn't see why the kittens had to wait to earn a better one.

Echo looks at him like he should know exactly what he'd just done, one eyebrow raised.

"What?" Hunter repeats, his own heartbeat starting to pick up.

Echo just shakes his head at him, while Tech has been just staring at the whole interaction with raised brows.

--

Three months later, and they have rehomed six out of the seven kittens from Jasmine's litter to familys Omega and her brothers scoped out in town.

As the Havoc Marauder takes flight for its next destination, Hunter sighs, shaking his head at Echo, who sits in the pilot's seat with a purring feline comfortably napping.

He turns his head at the soft pad of feet, and can't stop the smile when Gizmo hops up onto his lap, and lays down.

Eyes are on him, but he doesn't care. Once that little purring rumble starts, Hunter's heart melts, and he quietly pets the silky fur as the brilliant streaks of hyperspace jump into being around them.

My babiesssss 🥺 I love it!

Gregor X Wolffe Mpreg?? Like first having Wolffe discovering and be so mad cuz Gregor wasn’t careful- then have the usual cuteness preg grumpy stuff with a very silly dad to be Gregor 👉👈 I’m starving for content of those two—

Ask and you shall receive 😏

Wolffe just has a small inkling when he takes the test. He’s been gaining weight and having very weird cravings for weeks now. Plus throwing up every morning.

It’s just a sudden whim, but when it comes up positive he’s shocked to say the least… and furious.

Gregor promised him this wouldn’t happen! He promised! But it has and now he’s pregnant during a stupid war!

He doesn’t talk to Gregor for two weeks after, not until they’re both put in the room together since their families hate to see him fight.

Wolffe hates it at first, but then they just… talk… and talk… and talk. They talk about everything and anything.

From Wolffe being furious, to Gregor being sorry for everything. And to how happy they both are even though they’re terrified.

Once they’ve finished talking, it’s like a weights been lifted from both their chests. There’s lots of tears, hugs and kisses, and they leave a couple again. At last.

They’re still scared when they leave, scared of the future, of being parents. But they’re also excited to have a little one, and ready to face the future head on together.

Gregor transfers to the 212th after that, and everyone gets excited for the baby.

Especially Master Plo, who ends up super protective of his now pregnant son.

It’s only a few weeks later, after everyone has settled into having Gregor around and Wolffe has gotten them all to stop being so protective (so he thinks.) that’s when he notices it.

Wolffe just looks in the mirror one day and realizes his abs are gone, and in there place is a small, rounded out bump. He gently prods at it and tears up, realizing what it is. He immediately calls Gregor in.

Gregor full on sobs when he sees it, falling to his knees and kissing all over Wolffe’s belly. He’s so amazed and… and it’s even more real now that they can see their baby. He just can’t believe it.

Wolffe absolutely loves it too, loves feeling the proof of their little one. But now that he’s five months he’s starting to get other side affects.

He’s hungry all the time, and what he’s hungry for is the oddest things. Mustard mixed into ice cream, pickles and ketchup, fish on pie…. Yeah, Gregor is so sweet getting them for him but his poor boyfriend is always gagging.

Wolffe can’t understand it. It’s so annoying too. He’s also gotten so emotional, sobbing at one thing than absolutely exploding at another.

Plus… he’s been very… turned on. Wolffe is so embarrassed, he feels like a teenager again with all the times he’s had to cover his crotch so no one could see. He hates it.

But on the bright side, he gets to nap whenever he wants now that he’s stuck on the ship. And he gets to lay down and feel his bump. He honestly loves it.

When the baby first kicks though… it’s such a surprise.

Both Wolffe and Gregor had been worried, they had hit six months and not even a poke from the baby. Gregor kept cracking jokes to calm Wolffe down. Some worked. Some didn’t.

But then Wolffe suddenly just felt it, and he immediately called Gregor, who came running.

Wolffe pulled Gregor’s hand to his belly, and as soon as Gregor felt it he lit up like the sun.

It was the best day for them, a bonding moment for both them as a couple… and them and their little baby.

It was magical.

OHHHHH MY DEARESTSSSSSS <3333 I AM SO HAPPY FOR THIS THANK YOUUUUU

I NEED THEM AS A CUTE FAMILY, BOTH DESERVE IT SOOOOO BADLY

The Reg and the Sergeant

The request: Ok so I got a request idea, more Echo x Hunter focused. Newly welcomed to the batch Echo discovers his new sergeant is pregnant (kaminoan experiment maybe, no father, but def baby Omega) and he gets extremely protective and loving 👉👈

A/N: This was requested by @inkyrebel, I hope you like it! I’m always so happy to get your mpreg Hunter requests!

It’s when they’re changing that Echo notices it, and even then he’s not sure how he didn’t with the armor on. His sergeant is pregnant! He had just joined, but can’t believe he never noticed during the fight.

Continuar lendo

OH WHAT A WAY TO CHEER UP MY DAY I AM DYING OF CUTENESS

I NEED MORE PREG HUN IN MY LIFE OMFG 😭

THE WAY YOU DESCRIBED HIM WALKED AS “Waddling” HAS ME ON TEARS HE IS LIKE A PENGUIN I AM MELTING

THANK YOU SOOOOO MUCH

An Emotional Night

The Request: Are your requests still open? Ansban I was curious for some Hunter Mpreg perhaps? I am a sucker for preggo Hunter with baby Omega. Maybe the batch being supportive bfs?

A/N: This was requested by @inkyrebel, this did end up more Crosshair x Hunter centered but I really hope you like it!! I loved this request and it was so fun!

Hunter groans softly as he tries to get comfortable, but he’s finding it very difficult with his large belly and the little girl kicking at his insides. He’s eight months pregnant, and he’s just ready to get her out and into his and his boyfriend’s arms.

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