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Thank you for the great inspo 🥹❤️ he looked so cute I had to give a try myself!

Batch trying to do a mission but…oh well. He can make it work (baby daddy Echo is nearby no worries)

Well I couldn't stop myself from doing this.

I couldn't stop thinking about hunter being pregnant in his comic book outfit and please don't come after me. And he watching echo yell at the rest of the batch After they lost omega in a bar because I'm a proud Hunecho shipper. And hunter is pregnant with their twins Fives a boy and I can't decide on the girls name.

And hey @inkyclone99 could you draw this better than I did?.

Phantom Blood Musical: Dio Brando the Invader 💢 [source]

Played by: Mamoru Miyano

OH WHAT A WAY TO CHEER UP MY DAY I AM DYING OF CUTENESS

I NEED MORE PREG HUN IN MY LIFE OMFG 😭

THE WAY YOU DESCRIBED HIM WALKED AS “Waddling” HAS ME ON TEARS HE IS LIKE A PENGUIN I AM MELTING

THANK YOU SOOOOO MUCH

An Emotional Night

The Request: Are your requests still open? Ansban I was curious for some Hunter Mpreg perhaps? I am a sucker for preggo Hunter with baby Omega. Maybe the batch being supportive bfs?

A/N: This was requested by @inkyrebel, this did end up more Crosshair x Hunter centered but I really hope you like it!! I loved this request and it was so fun!

Hunter groans softly as he tries to get comfortable, but he’s finding it very difficult with his large belly and the little girl kicking at his insides. He’s eight months pregnant, and he’s just ready to get her out and into his and his boyfriend’s arms.

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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 🖤❤️🖤

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.

Hunter. Lactation kink? Been dying to have anything like that

How about a snippet? I also may use the same dream in my fic with pregnant hunter. X3

“Oh, look at you.” The voice whispered in Hunter's ear as he gasped breathlessly. “Such a wonderful specimen. So responsive…so fertile.”

Hunter moaned and spread his legs farther as he felt his womb swell again. “Yes…my babies.” He moaned and curled his toes and shifted his weight to sit more comfortably.

“And your breasts! So large and still swelling. You clones know how to feed your children.” The faceless figure rubbed at his breasts, massive and heavy with milk and nipples as fat as his thumbs and just as long.

Hunter ached as the rapidly growing children in his body caused his breasts to swell larger, each bigger than his head and tight. “Hurts…so much in them…!”

“Then let me help with that.” The faceless man purred, pressing his cock against his thigh before wrapping his lips around Hunter's breast and suckling.

Immediately the pressure eased and Hunter cried out in pleasure and relief as the thick milk was sprayed into the hot mouth. He reached up and tangled his fingers into the stranger's hair, pushing his face into his breast and staring hungrily.

“Mmm…yes! Drink up. Then put more in me. Breed me and I'll feed you for the rest of your life” He panted and spread his legs farther. “Keep me fat with babies and I'll fatten you with my breasts!”

He moaned obscenely as he felt a cock push into him as his breasts leaked milk. Still the man suckled and fattened up. His cock even was fatter as it sealed against Hunter's opening, cum just constantly streaming from it.

“So good!” The stranger sobbed, pulling off the empty teat to dive into the other, face round with the filling liquid.

Hunter cried out as he came and another child swelled into his body, breasts ballooning more.

Hunter woke up with a cry and sat up in shock, haunted by the dream. His cock was softening as his blankets were soaked in cum. He looked around the small bedroom and rubbed his hand over his face and then, tentatively down to his chest.

Flat and muscular.

He blushed at the memory of being bred, of hungry mouths at his nipples, of growing his family more.

“Fuck me…!” He grumbled and fell back into his bed, one hand shoved down to his cock and his other rolling his pebbled nipple.

First drawing of the year, so Ofc here is my muse 🫶

Love my babygirl to bits. Me thinks he deserves comfortable clothes, pretty too. Pastel pink would look good on him <333

His body too…I might have perfected it. Just thinks 😳

Oh Hunter. My love. ❤️✨

His whole reason to keep on fighting and living is back and is safe…I’m unwell…

YEAH FR @orionfrommars - I did a small redesign of it with the new armor and the red and black 😭 now I feel like drawing the modified Omega fit

Red and black is just a very good choice for me. It’s two colors that are used with “dark side” characters, but now it’s used by the good guys. I always thought that was metal af. Now it’s just. Perry Platypus

unpopular opinion but i liked his original armor better

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

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