Hunter’s Types Are Big Soft Men And Women That Can Beat Him To Death. Relatable.

Kuromyu lyrics: “I’ll Be Your Pawn and Your Sword“

Translations are great, but direct translations aren’t going to match the rhythm or the length of the lines. So I like to write/adapt English lyrics that can actually be sung along to, while sticking as close to the translation as I can.

Music can be found here. Thank you to Mayumiko on BB.net for the base translation.

Putting them under a cut for length. X’D Enjoy!

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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

Clone Shipping Big Bang Sneak Peak!!

Very, very happy to have been part of @cloneshippingbigbang​ wonderful event, and to get to work on Squad 6 with @inkyclone99​! Here is a sneak peak into the delightful creation they have come up with!

Writer: inkyclone99

Artist: Me

Summary: A cute unclaimed omega sergeant decides to adopt unknown creature eggs and Echo, as a good ARC trooper with a crush…follows it without a question. 

Tags: Eggs, Dragons, Mpreg, Alpha/Beta/Omega Dynamics, Omega Hunter, Alpha Echo, Intersex Hunter, Hunter is Omega’s Parent, Protective Echo, Fluff, Implied Sexual Content

Sneak Peak!:

When Echo joined the batch, he expected a lot of things. The differences between his new vods, their abilities, their usual habits, hobbies, weird porn preferences…anything. Anything really. After spending so much time on the 501st, he was more than used to weirdness.

But the three head sized scaled eggs was new.

He stared at the eggs on one of the bunks, they seemed to be in a nest made from ripped blacks and a blanket. His frown in pure confusion. He knew it was an omega tradition to make nests but…wasn’t it just for when they were in heat or expecting? Besides what was one doing here? And…with eggs that size? He didn’t even knew an animal that had eggs like that. What??“

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.

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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.

BLACK LABEL LINE STICKER  #2

*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.

Smut Thesaurus [18+/NSFW]

By request of the discord! Here’s the smut thesaurus I’ve been building to help me write. It’s even longer now because I included some extra words from The Ultimate Guide to Writing Smut Fic by  QuinnAnderson on AO3. 

How many words are there for “penis” and “thrust” (that aren’t completely cringey)? Here are all the ones I’ve gathered so far 😂

It’s going under the read-more cut because it’s over 1,000 words in bullet-point form so it is loooong. 

EDIT: Here are some additional pointers!

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