Trans Sergeant Hunter - Blog Posts
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.
New year, new stuff coming up soon
For now grab this silly thing 😝
Yes I got myself very hooked with DanDaDan and I LOVE all of the characters
Ofc I got inspired to make something silly with it
So here it is. DanDaDan Bad Batch (plus one Black Butler, check pinned) AU…AKA, the AU where Tech looses his cock and balls and Hunter is a gyaru
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.
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.
This just gave me happiness after a terrible test my god
She would return to Pabu from time to time, and Hunter was always there, scowling, playing up his "protective father" character, like he was counting minutes until she's gone. It was almost cute when she knew he would come to her at night, and that he would beg her to stay just a little longer.
Part 1 for Clone kinktober, filled in no particular order
Todays prompts: 16B Sensory deprivation 19A Underwear/Body glove and 23A Knifeplay
prompts by @olives-and-lilies
i decided this is SFW enought for tumblr, but also posting here:
im also offering both SFW and NSFW commisions
