YOUR ART STYLE IS SO PERFECT ON HIM NGHHHHHHHHHHH

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.

I’ve been waiting for this…

Hunter as Sebastian Michaelis 😈

He's one hell of a butler ~

※女体化DJ

…soooooooo eeerrrmmmmm I made a continuation for that pic 👉👈

Batch parents…what can I say…

And in case you are wondering, you think me, of all people, would pass on the opportunity to not draw pregnant Hunter in a skin fitting dress…pls

In this the batch are the kids…only time I give Hunter sons…heh

(Mildly terrified of posting cloneshipping on main eeeeeeeeeee)

Felt bad I didn’t have time to draw some TBB thing for Halloween so here is Hunter as Morticia Addams~ 🖤

How good it feels to draw a skin fitting dress and not having to cover his gorgeous hourglass-y motherly figure

Doubt he cuts his roses. Red is the perfect company color with black 🖤❤️🖤

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

Yes siiiiir 🫡

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

"Bite me"

ALPHA OMC / OMEGA HUNTER

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

Hunter moaned and squirmed. His cheeks warmed.

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

Einarr smiled.

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

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

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

Hunter nodded at least four times.

"Yes, please..."

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

"Love you too, mesh'la".

THE END.

(Accepting omegaverse requests!)

BLACK LABEL LINE STICKER  #4

It was asked that Hunter be a Cat boy and who am I to deny such a request.

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More Preg Hunter!! This one from last year so it’s not one of my bestest but this looks so so so cute. Gotta love catboy Hunt

Utterly adorable kitty mama

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

Pawn & Sword

This summer I had been asked by @chibimyumi to make a version of Pawn & Sword Reprise that was singable in English. Taking her translation, and working on it bit by bit over the past 7 months or so, I came up with this version, which conservatively keeps a lot of the original wording, which I felt was rich in imagery and poetic to begin with and added a lyrical touch to better fit the sounds in English.

For anyone interested, yes, I listened to this song on repeat for hours, weeks on end like a fiend to match the right sounds. It’s become one of my auditory stims now. Haha

Japanese poetry and lyrics are for the majority narrative, sparing with images, just enough to give you a feel or sense of the image like smoke.

If I were to elaborate, without keeping strictly to lyrics and only focusing on concepts the imagery would have been far greater. More like page poetry. But not singable perhaps?

I have sung this several times now tweaking it and perhaps it will be tweaked more, now that I have time. But not a lot.

Here are the notes I kept while working on it. If you think these are a lot, imagine the work a translator goes through to figure out how the original should be. Please go lavish @chibimyumi with praise for her translation work and so forth. It’s some of the most tiring work ever.

(I have professional linguist/ translator friends, I hear all about it)

If anyone is so inclined I would very much take pleasure in hearing karaoke or a cover of the song using these lyrics, just to test how well of a job I’ve done. please.

Pawn and Sword Reprise: Annotated transcription - Brooke Nilsson.

(1)Your (2) relentless (3) wishes

(4)surpass your (tiny) form (5) .

(6)Wishful eyes of despair. Greedy soul!

(7) I shall be

the One to grant

Your wish.

I will be your power

Your invincible pawn!

(8)Monochrome dissonance

Plays out on this stage

Until silenced.

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1. /Your/ the song needed to open on a similar hard sound to Gouyoku, it’s important that openings and endings sound the same in both languages otherwise it throws the whole song off.

2. relentless: this is synonymous and gives an almost identical image to ‘welling”, it has connotations with swiftness, hard, unending tasks and treatment and is also synonymous with revenge, using it tells you the nature of the wishes.

3. Wishes is the cannon word, it is more specific than desire (this has been used in other translations), which has deeper romantic/sexual connotations and is not specific. The 3 wishes reference.

4. This is a creepy joke going on in the original which is part of Sebastian’s intent, but in English, doesn’t fit the elegance of the rest of the song. I went with the implied image of the wishes being grander than the size of the wisher. Surpass has connotations of fast, upward movement, and mobility both physically and in a class sense. It sounds British. Tiny can be inserted to reinforce the original concept, but it might be cumbersome? try it out.

5. Form vs. Body: A note about Anglo-Saxon origin words vs. Latinate. Anglo-Saxon origin words are rougher and heavier in sound, they add weight to a word, but are notably harder to sing and less elegant. Latinate origin words have smoother flowing sounds and are easily sung. While these two words mean the same thing, the Latinate carries connotations of elegance, education, and sophistication (cold, snobby, sadist) which suits Sebastian. The quickest way to differentiate class and vocal tone in English is to use Latinate vs. Anglo-Saxon. (small vs. tiny: same as described)

6. This is a compounding of the original concept/image described in this line. I moved the mention of greed from the first line to here, as it works better as a form of address and reinforces the other concepts. The same goes for the next line.

7. These two words carry the weight of ownership over a task: /Shall/ indicates “determination, obligation, something owed”. It comes from Proto-Indo-European and is the origin of the word “shield, debt, guilt, blame, fault, it is also proper present tense. (formal British). /Will/ indicates wish/desire, to do something, be used, to choose. It is future tense. It comes from Latin word vel “wish”: to satisfy, be stuffed. will/wish synonymous. (These are all archaic and 19th century Sebastian hunger centric words, for that reason this entire song is one of the best Lord/vassal oath ballads I’ve read, in epic poetry.) The last line is unchanged as it is iconic.

8.I felt that there was importance to this already being in English, so I kept it. Monochrome (ancient Greek origin) doesn’t mean the contrast of black/white, it is the opposite, the sameness. It can be any colour but only one colour, of different shades. In photography it means greyscale. But the archaic form is more precise. This metaphor is used to describe moral ambiguity/hypocrisy. Everyone assumes they have higher/different motivations but in reality, the motives are all the same. (especially in the Madame Red arc) Dissonance is conflict, harshness of sounds. I interpreted this verse to mean the resolution of the conflict, everything suddenly becoming clear and audibly silent. The mention of the stage, it’s a nice sophisticated way of saying everything will be resolved in the next act.

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Ciel:

Sebastian Michaelis

Your name affixed

Sealed with our contract

The demon

fallen into my grasp. (9)

Sebastian:

Even if my body dies

your heart’s desire will be fulfilled

For I am your faithful servant.

Ciel:

I do not seek happiness

(10) Not for anyone’s sake or my own

Until my revenge, until that day

I will move ever forward

Sebastian:

Maddening, noble form

exuding that alluring scent

You are my beautiful lord

If it is your wish…

Sebas: To anywhere – I shall guide you

Ciel: To anywhere – at my command

Sebas: Even in dreams, your shadow

Ciel: Swear to me –

Sebas: Secretly

Ciel: Your loyalty

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9.The English phrase for this concept is “fallen into my lap”. I took inspiration from Nayuta’s grasping upwardly into the air when he sings this, and felt the concept best understood as “fallen into my grasp” meaning to hold unexpected power over something, to gain power unexpectedly.

10. This line about Ciel’s motivation is often the least well understood. The idea that he is seeking revenge out of principle, duty, despite knowing that it won’t bring him or anyone else happiness. My take is that he is fulfilling a duty, satisfaction coming from the idea that no one thought he was capable of anything, yet here he is doing this task. It can be seen/felt as selfish proving yourself this way. This concept comes up a lot in disability discourse.

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Sebas:

(11)Bound by the threads of fate

Between dreams and reality

At the edge of reason

Wanders your soul

While the pages of your story still turn

I’ll continue to light your lamp

(12) Shielding your soul–

Even if your throne should fall

And your shimmering crown, rust away

And the dead pile towers high–

I shall heed

Until I hear your final call!

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11./The borders of black and white/ in this context I decided that the concept here referred to ‘mental twilight’ or reason/sanity.This gets referred to a lot in the series. The threads of fate concept I rearranged the lines to give them the alliteration of the original and better narrative order in English and make it singable. Ending lines on n/l or a vowel is a professional tip.

12.The concept of preservation being sung of here, /shielding/ is a synonym for preservation and ties back to the original concept of the vows */shall/ being made. The ripening of the soul I left to subtext as this concept is redundant to the rest.