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“I’m the only one who loves your sins”

“They all knew Hunter’s donor was unknown. It was not in the files. It was erased. Sometimes Hunter would do stuff that was…unexplainable. And look…different.

So they could just wonder…What kind of monster was this?”

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What a wonderful time <333 I will reblog some pieces by y’all soon…thank you so much for all the love

Means so much <333

AND YES I WILL FINISH PERFECT BLACK. STAY TUNNED ✨

Thank You!!!

Hunter and the mods at Bottom Hunter Week want to thank everyone who participated for your wonderful creations!

And if you're just now finding us, or if you fell a bit behind and need more time, don't worry! We will happily reblog anything you get inspired to create with these prompts! Just continue to tag us and post in the collection so we can see and love everything you make!

We will be back with new prompts and promotions at the beginning of next year! And again, thank you so much for participating. (Hunter has adored all of the well deserved attention)

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Wedding Night

Last day of @bottomhunterweek ~ Free Day

“She made a tattoo on his honor, to the dead. When she became his wife, when she became the queen of the Underworld, it just made sense, that this part of her life, became clear on half of her body.”

“And it was fully shown to her now husband, the God of the Dead, in their wedding night.”

Full art bellow~

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Perfect Black {Sneak Peek}

Day 3 of @bottomhunterweek ~ Power Bottom / Imperial Hunter / Dubcon

Hey gang!! So! I planned this fic for a while. But. Unfortunately, I am traveling rn. So I wasn’t able to finish in time for this beautiful week

So!! Here is a sneak peek! I will say when I finish and we will reblog too, hehe

Whole prompt: Imperial Hunter forced breeding but he is the one getting pregnant, and turns the batch into his own concubines 🤭

Hope y’all enjoy!

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The door slid open and there they saw their ex sergeant.

His armor now deprived of color, in pure black. Even his bandana was now a pitch black, their squad skull replaced by the new Empire symbol.

It was hard to look at, heartbreaking even. And Hunter’s intense glowing reddish eyes penetrated into them like knives. Sharp slits in place of his pupils.

The Hunter they used to know didn’t look like that.

He seemed to retain his original armor. Just fully black. Without his favorite color…was depressing to see.

Yet he still smiled like a demon. “My boys. Ah, I’m so glad I finally found you again.” He then turned around to the clone troopers in black armors behind him. “Leave us be. I will be fine. I can handle them pretty well.”

The two regs looked at him, but didn’t hesitate to obey him, closing the door and leaving the former squad alone. The fact Hunter’s soldiers were still clones, not one of the stupid new natborn soldiers, gave away that he seemed to have some power of choice in this place. Should they be hopeful at that?

They just watched as the former sergeant approached. He had the catwalk of a model…did his boots have small heels?

Crosshair would’ve made a comment in a less serious situation. He could now just look up when Hunter approached them with that catty grin. “I don’t know how any of you thought you could run away for so long without your leader. I’m the only one that can truly command you, after all.” He turned his eyes specifically on Echo. “Did you take charge?”

There was a silence, even Echo was too stunned to speak. Usually, he would answer straightforwardly with some sass, but…it was Hunter he was talking to. He couldn’t even answer before his former vod spoke. “Ahh, of course you did. My precious ARC. I know how capable you are but…these boys are no easy job to lead…even for a five-oh-first like you~” His hand went over Echo’s cheek, and caressed it. “Thank You for coming back to me”

Now Echo felt an angry flare in him. “We didn’t come back to you. The Empire you work for got us! Hunter, please, you must be able to fight the chip control-”

“Chip? Ah that thing? I got rid of it.” The former sergeant winked. And the cell went quiet.

The Batchers stared at him not wanting to believe it, not wishing to know he was acting like this because he wanted to. “That…but you are…still bad…” Wrecker spoke weakly.

“Bad is such a way to look into things..my dear, Wrecker~” He let out a loud purr and walked to the bigger close like in a catwalk, though even more seductive and softly. “I’m still me, your teddy bear. I just have a new role in things..they saw my powers, and they begged for them. I can scare them so easily I’m not as detained as other clones are, as long as I’m effective~” He sat at Wrecker’s armorless thigh, and slightly snuggled against him

“And by effective, you mean killing people for these fuckers?” Crosshair asked suddenly, his voice cold and without much emotion but annoyance.

Hunter turned his eyes to him and chuckles. “Well, yes! But I choose my pray. I don’t go after small rebels whom barely have a blaster to use.” He moved from Wrecker’s thigh to Crosshair’s. “I go after real threats. Ones that I just know you’d have such a joy sniping from afar~”

Crosshair stared at him. Then gave a scoff. “Oh sure. Must be more interesting killing people than droids to you, hm?” He gave a mocking smirk. The others could be scared of Hunter and the Empire, but he sure as fuck wasn’t. Concerned? Sure. But whatever the former sergeant got was never going to really hurt them, he knew that. Not even with so much evil, Hunter couldn’t live without them. A big softie.

“Ah it sure is…if only you were there with me…” He leaned right against Crosshair’s exposed neck, and purred. “I miss you. All of you. I want us as a team again, more than anything~ I’m nothing without you guys, just a clone with odd powers..”

Tech gave a huff on his side. “Powers? You have enhanced abilities, Hunter. It’s not the same. And, I highly doubt you had your chip removed.”

The smaller clone looked over and chuckled. “Clever as always but so stubborn! Why would I lie to any of you?” He let go of his sniper and leaned across to get closer to Tech. “And yes. Powers. The chip awakened parts of my non-human DNA from the donor that gave me the enhanced senses…I can do more than any of us expected..” His eyes glowed a strong crimson, and his hair suddenly moved as if it was windy…

The smartest clones frowned and tried to back away slightly. “Your DNA is formed by Jango Fett and an unknown species…if you are telling me the little of this extra blood you have changed your anatomy all due to the chip turning you against us…then without a doubt I find it hard to believe. It’s completely unlikely something like that to happen.”

“I love when you talk so many facts, I missed this, so much..~” He snuggled against the smarter clone, and purred against his cheek. He wa seeing so..overly needy. Usually he only got like that when he was desperate for sex…

Ah.

Tech frowned. In such situation, Hunter couldn’t expect that they would want this. They didn’t. They didn’t. Surely? But…they missed him so much and…the way he moved, the way he touched them, his voice, the purring…

And his hand, over on Tech’s thigh, slowly moving up to his crotch. He had such a good touch, sending shivers all over his body. The taller clone gave a tiny grunt. “Hunter…I will find a way to…to remove your chip. And we can leave this place..”

His former sergeant gave a snort, as his hand gently touched over him. “There is nothing to remove, my dear…but I will let you do whatever you want with me…as long as you give me what I want~”

“What you want..? You really think we are going to fuck you now?” Echo frowned with a small snarl.

Hunter grinned. “Yes. But also, not just sex…” He moved fully to Tech’s lap the moment his vod’s penis started to harden. And then stage whispered to him, so all of them could hear…“I want your babies~”

Their collective shock at this came along with Hunter straddling over on Tech, pressing their bodies together. “I-I..Hunter what do you mean-?”

His hips moved to entice his darling vod more, and he bit his bottom lip. “The Empire wishes for more like me..powerful beings, not like other clones..they wanted to breed me immediately, but of course I refused~” As Hunter explained, his smirk widened at how much harder Tech was getting even with his clear resistance. “How could I make perfect creatures like me from nobody fathers…it wouldn’t work, would never work. They aren’t in anyway like me…but you guys are~ If I am to have babies, all of you are my only possible choice for the perfect baby daddy~”

Shock washed over them. Hunter wanted them to…breed him? Forcefully breed him? That was…unprecedented. And, not like Hunter.

He was always aware of his different body being able to proportionate him the ‘miracle’ of child bearing. And while Hunter had nothing against kids, he always told the others that he probably would never end up like that, at the thought of being infertile, and just not fit for such a thing that would drastically mess with his body.

Seemed like he changed his mind.

~ Many words later… ~

“Now now…let’s take your armors and…” He got his face against Echo’s, and grinned.

“Paint it over in perfect black~”

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Day 1 of @bottomhunterweek ~ Mpreg

Finally the best week of summer is here!! Im so happy with this project! Here is my piece for the day~

A beautiful bride doing his duties. Probably the most gorgeous one could ever see.

What a lucky groom 🫶

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😁❤️✨

Bottom Hunter Week Starts Tomorrow!

The week is nearly here! Can't wait to see everything in store for the Batch's adored sergeant, and have an Ao3 collection all prepared for you right here! And of course will be reblogging all the tumblr posts!

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Y’all are not ready for the demon child Hunter brother of a vampire also being a vampire. He is. I know it in my bones.

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We are so close!!! I’m so so so excited!! I’ve seen some sneaks from friends…

Gosh how am I surviving!??

Bottom Hunter Week is a week away!!!!

And he is very excited!! Hope everyone is getting excited too! The week starts on Sunday, July 20th with the prompts; Pillow Princess | Mpreg | Size Difference! Can't wait to see what you all have thought up!

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Hehe !!! It was so fun to do ❤️ lovely mother and daughter <333

Collaboration with @inkyclone99 ! She did the beautiful female Jonathan and I did female Giorno and the hourglass.

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Less than a month now gang!!

Bottom Hunter Week Prompts!

Here are the prompts for the Bottom Hunter week! Reblogs will be done on the corresponding day, with late post reblogs starting on Sunday the 27th and continuing through the rest of July and into the beginning of August. Be sure to tag us and use the bottomhunterweek tag so that we can see everyone's creations!

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Happy pride month every body!!

So. I was a bit offline 😅 well not really. Just on strong art block

But I’m slowly breaking from it! Here I bring y’all some sweet and loving sapphic moms-to-be VentHunt <3

Fem! Hunter is funny cuz she just looks like how I usually draw Hunter hehe preg even!!

And Asajj, gosh. What a woman. Fucken hell.

They are hot together~

Under cut is the image inspo!

Ludmilla and Brunna landed the sapphic picture of the century 😝

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

“She likes you.”

“She?”

Hunter shrugs. He is noncommittal but not unkind.

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

“Reeeeex!”

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

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

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

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

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

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YOUR ART STYLE IS SO PERFECT ON HIM NGHHHHHHHHHHH

HE IS LIKE AN ANGEL HERE. SO PRETTY. SO CALM. SO GLOWY

the pregnant glow is real and Hunter BadBatch is proof

THANK YOU SOOOO MUCH

another preg hunter for @inkyclone99 ! thank you! 🫶

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Here is our prompt list!! See y’all in July 😁❤️💀

Bottom Hunter Week Prompts!

Here are the prompts for the Bottom Hunter week! Reblogs will be done on the corresponding day, with late post reblogs starting on Sunday the 27th and continuing through the rest of July and into the beginning of August. Be sure to tag us and use the bottomhunterweek tag so that we can see everyone's creations!

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Apologies for the OOC, it’s clone cats！

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Yo guys, guess what I’m participating on 😄❤️

Bottom Hunter Week 2025

Hello Sergeant Hunter fans! Welcome to the beginning stages of the first Bottom Hunter Week, an event dedicated to Hunter being the pillow princess he deserves to be, in as many ways as possible. Right now, it is a tentative plan to hold this week in July (as well as the cute/joke suggestion of September 1st, because he is CT 9901) With no concrete date selected, we wanted to get input on which week you think will work best.

(Thank you Inky, for the adorable Hunter sketch!)

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HE LOOKS SO MAJESTICCCCCCC THANK YOU SO SOS OS MUCH FOR THISSSSSS

Omega so chubby…….well fed baby…..the way he looks at her….AAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAA

momma hunter for @inkyclone99 !! thank you for commissioning me 🫶💕💕