*cracks Knuckles* Kinks You Say Heeeeh?

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.

Apologies for the OOC, it’s clone cats！

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Great timing to drop this utter masterpiece in tumblr 🥺❤️

Quite a detailed fellow. Anon commission from twitter

No one has permission to use this picture, DO NOT repost, trace, claim to be your own, edit/modify or de-face in any way! Reblogs appreciated

Scans of the pictures of Uchikawa Reo as Ciel Phantomhive and Furukawa Yuta as Sebastian Michaelis from the pamphlet of Kuroshitsuji Musical “Tango on the Campania”. . Scans from my own pamphlet. Please, always credit the artists, the musical and my tumblr if sharing. Thank you.

Let’s talk about Hunter’s bandana.

My most prideful purchase ever

So I got commissioned to do a pinup Hunter based on the 'Like my haircut?'.

I had waaaaay too much fun!

Full Plot of the Cancelled Kashyyyk arc from Star Wars The Clone Wars: Season 7

Planet Kashyyyk is still neutral at this point in the war. Yoda travels to Kashyyyk, and his personal battalion is there waiting for him (they had been sent a couple of days earlier before the arrival of Master Yoda himself) and they inform Yoda that the Trandoshans have been doing deforestation in order to drive the Wookiees away to establish Separatists bases there.

The other reason is to intimidate the Wookiees into joining the Separatists or die off. Yoda senses Count Dooku behind this attack. It was the Wookiees themselves who called on the Republic for help, but being a neutral system – only Yoda and Clone Force 99 alongside Yoda’s personal battalion were sent there, with no additional clone reinforcements. Yodas battalion consists of 41st Scout Troopers and regular white clones with Yoda’s face slapped on their helmet.

As far as Chewbacca's role in this arc, we would have been shown his wife and family. Otherwise, the main Wookie Character is Tarfful. Other Wookies such as different tribes, elders, and children would have been shown as well.

Yoda wants to help the Wookiees so they get in contact with the few remaining villages that still live near a part of the forest which hasn’t been destroyed yet but that is about to be destroyed. Yoda advises them to leave their homes, but the Wookiees don’t want to. 

The Trandoshans come with a massive force and they drive the Wookiees out forcibly alongside Yoda, who are thus forced to retreat deeper into the forest and up a river which leads them to a water stream. Yoda and the clones then suggest to bait the enemies following them into an area of the forest so they can drive them away from the Wookiee villages.

Echo, new to Clone Force 99, would have become a sort of super-soldier due to all of his bionic enhancements. He would fit right in with the Bad Batch, and his demeanor changed, since he was now more cold-blooded and composed, as opposed to the indecisiveness that he showed in previous seasons. He serves as a foreshadowing of what Anakin would become.

His lobot-attachment would have been used for communications since he has a communicator close to his forehead, which shows him interfaces that were directly projected into his mind, so he would see them with his eyes but no one else around him would see them.

As for The Bad Batch, they were more accustomed to relating with the Wookiees than the regs. Hunter suggests bold strategies throughout the arc which the other clones weren’t really ok with since the followed more strict protocol. The Bad Batch also had their own hover boat, with their "clone force 99" symbol on it.

In Season 8, it was planned for The Bad Batch to execute Order 66, and they would have been treated as cold blooded assassins, a bane to Jedi. Though it likely wouldn’t have been shown on-screen. However, this arc is mostly to show the Bad Batch working with Yoda and the Wookies.

The clones suggest to burn all the trees down in that area of the forest in order to trap the enemy into their own nest. The Wookiees are against it but they then reluctantly agree that this is the best course of action and their only chance at success. They ask for forgiveness from the trees before doing this, and they then give the clones permission to do so.

Similar to the Bad Batch episode in Season 2, there are Kinrath and Maylyas deeper in the forest, and the elements of Wookies being one with nature is similar to how Yoda, a Jedi, believes in the force. The Bad Batch don't understand it, but they go along with it.

As for the Trandoshans, their leader, Babwa Venomor, was working with the Separatists, for Count Dooku. Some Trandoshans would have had night-vision goggles and snail tanks that they could use to tear through the forest.

The fires manage to slow the Trandoshans down for a bit, but it turns out not to be a definitive solution. After escaping the enemy, Yoda and the Wookiees prepare for war. The Wookiees ask for the help of tree spirits. They venture deep into the jungle in order to go warn the other Wookiee clans that the Trandoshans are coming and to sway them not to join the Separatists.

They use what happened to the Wookiees following Yoda as a motivating factor to tell the others that if the Trandoshans were not stopped, they would soon be coming for them too. In the meantime, the Trandoshans are preparing for battle and they are shown to be very tribal with trophies of dead Wookiee heads nailed to the walls. 

In the fourth episode, an all out war rages near the river because the Wookiees wanted to get far away from the trees in order not to harm their environment any further; and the battle ends up on a shore similar the one displayed in Revenge of the Sith.

Separatist craft land with Droid reinforcements, but the Trandoshans are the main enemy forces. One of the Wookies would have ripped off a Trandoshan's arms. Commander Gree and his forces would join the action with Yoda and the Bad Batch.

At the end of the battle, Babwa Venomor gets decapitated by Yoda in the same way Yoda kills Gree in ROTS, and he falls into the river along with his tank. When the battle is over, Kashyyyk agrees to allow the Republic to establish clone bases there, and became an ally of the Wookies, as they foresee a larger Droid Invasion coming in the future.