Hunter getting migraines from his heightened senses is something I didn't know I needed in my life 😭 When I was little, I used to get BAD headaches, so my mom would take my hands and push on these pressure points to make the pain go away.
I know this is Medic!Tech back to back, but I just have a feeling that this is how he shows his love for his brothers 😭
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Ok so I may have gone a little ham on the Chibi clones. I am really happy with how they all came out though. if you wanna see my 502st little guys Its my previous post. This was a ton of fun and was a lot less stressful that working on a full illustration so that's cool :) anyways enjoy my little guys.
DON’T COME FOR ME GUYS… but I will admit that I am a fan of Star Wars AND Star Trek. I’m currently doing my first watch of Star Trek: Voyager and I feel like I’ve discovered a secret that Dave Filoni has been keeping from everyone.
Now look and this and tell me that he didn’t get his inspiration for TCW characters from VOY…
The Vidiian’s symbols from VOY “Faces” are VERY similar to Ahsoka’s facial markings and the Fulcrum symbol.
While there’s a little less evidence for the Hunter/Chakotay comparison, I still feel like this is very derivative. Chakotay’s Indigenous tattoos in VOY “Living Witness” may have inspired Filoni to give Hunter a similar half-faced tattoo, especially because the Māori have cultural facial tattoos as well. Their color schemes being red also seems like an interesting parallel.
There’s a good chance that Filoni grew up on trek and is a closeted Trekkie. Thank you that is all.
Summary: Your new baby is a picky eater. Hunter doesn't think it should go to waste.
Pairing: Hunter x reader
Warnings: NSFW, 18+, very kinky, Hunter has a breeding kink and a pregnancy kink and also a breastfeeding kink, adult breastfeeding, mentions of pregnancy and babies and everything that goes with that.
A/N: This scene was originally going to be in Stella, but then I decided against posting it cause it's pretty kinky. The poll isn't quite closed yet, but it's been an outstanding yes so far, so I think I'm just going to be brave and uh, post it as a test run. Don't necessarily need to read Stella to get this one, it can be read as a stand alone.
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Hunter cracks open your bedroom door, peeking his head in. He’d heard your frustrated groan from outside, the quiet curses as he made his way to the back of the house where your shared bedroom was.
You’re seated on the edge of the bed, shirt open as you hold a rag against one of your breasts. He steps all the way in, closing the door behind him. You look up at him, sighing heavily. He can smell the slightly sweet scent of your breastmilk in the air.
“He won’t eat from the right side.” You sigh frustratedly. “I don’t want to pump right now.”
Hunter’s eyes trail over the curve of your stomach exposed by your open shirt. He moves closer, kneeling in front of you. His hand smooths over your stomach, over stretch marks new and old from four pregnancies. Your body is still adjusting after the birth of the fourth of your children, but Hunter doesn’t care.
He loves you, he loves his children, but most importantly, he loves seeing you pregnant. Just the thought that he did that, he pumped you full of his seed until a new life started within you, makes his cock stir in his pants.
“Hunter,” You breathe out a sigh, his arms slipping around you. You can see the look on his face, that look that got you pregnant in the first place.
It’s no secret he loves it. The things he’d whispered to you in that deep, husky voice as he pounded into your pussy, telling you he’s going to breed you, going to put a baby in you, going to watch your belly grow with his child. He’d made sure the positions were just right, fucking you every night for a week straight for the best chance every time you agreed on another baby.
He makes beautiful babies. All four have his eyes, his thick curls, they’re all Hunter, except for the second youngest. In him you can see glimpses of yourself sometimes, but they are all Hunter, not that you’re complaining.
Hunter pushes himself closer to you, forcing you to part your legs for him. You roll your eyes as he moves the rag from your breast, your nipple still dripping milk.
“Hunter, what are you doing?” You ask as he leans in.
“Shame to let it go to waste.” He says, kissing the sides of your breast before taking your nipple in his mouth.
Your hand moves to the back of his head as he begins to suck until a stream of breastmilk hits his tongue. You tangle your fingers in his thick locks as he suckles at your breast. He also loved breastfeeding. You had learned that after your first child was born, when you had a problem with your ducts plugging. One of the suggestions besides using the pump, which you hated, was to let Hunter drain the rest of the milk.
The look in his eyes when the doctor had suggested that was more than enough to warn you that you were going to find yourself in a rather compromising position when you got home.
And you did.
Hunter did it more than he probably needed to. He loved laying his head on your chest and latching onto your nipple, letting his mouth fill with the sweet and creamy milk you produced.
It does feel good. The relief as the heavy milk leaves your breasts, the sensation of his mouth suckling at your breast, the way his tongue circles your sensitive nipple to catch every last drop. More than once it has ended with him inside you, groaning with that husky voice about how sweet you taste, how beautiful you look when you feed him, the way the scent of your hormones drive him crazy.
You’re breathing heavy, underwear damp by the time he’s finished, that expert tongue licking at your nipple to savor every last bit of milk. “Hunter, where’s the kids?” You gasp, his mouth attaching itself to your throat.
“With the others.” He says, pressing you back against the bed. “They’re fine.” He reassures you, stripping off his own shirt. “Tech’s teaching them how to fix the tractor.”
“Stella is six years old, she doesn’t need to be learning to fix the tractor yet, much less the younger ones.” You say.
You go to move, but Hunter presses a hand into the center of your chest, pushing you back against the bed. He leans down, nipping at your earlobe before whispering in your ear. “He’s got them distracted right now. We’d be foolish not to take advantage of that.” He presses his hips against yours, letting you feel the bulge growing between his legs.
You stare up at him, into those dark, lust-blown eyes. “Fine. But you’re using a condom this time.”
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Summary: After the batch is captured, Crosshair makes Hunter choose between his batchmates. Kamino never looked so cold.
The training facilities on Kamino were one of the only places on the watery planet the Bad Batch had ever liked. However after being captured by the empire and brought to the citadel training simulator, Hunter wasn't so sure they would have that same safe feeling they used to in building. Crosshair stood on a platform with his rifle off to his side.
Hunter looked around Wrecker and Tech were off to his left and Echo stood in his right. "Bring them here." Crosshair said as he stepped off the platform, rifle in hands. "Leave Hunter."
The soldiers took the clones a few feet in front of Hunter, made them face their Sargent and forced them to their knees. Echo looked uncomfortable with his legs under him. "What is this?" Hunter inquired.
"Sometimes the leader has to make hard decisions." Hunter didn't say anything about his statement. Hard decisions were decisions he was used to making. "You have to choose."
"Choose what?" Hunter asked uneasy. His eyes flashed over his batch as he made sure they were okay.
"Pick who dies, Hunter." His words were full of malice.
Wrecker looked around. "What the hell?" Echo and Tech looked at each other quickly before looking back at Hunter who looked surprised.
"No. No one is dying." There was an unsettling worry in his voice that made the others nervous.
Waking closer to Hunter, Crosshair smiled at a sickening smile. "It's that or they all die. Come on Sargent, pick."
Remaining silent, Hunter looked past Crosshair to the rest of his team. There was no way he could choose between his batch. Even if Echo had only joined them a year or so ago, he wouldn't dare betray him. He was family just like the rest of them.
Getting more and more uneasy, Wrecker started to stir. "This isn't funny Crosshair." He chuckled.
"Oh, I didn't know it was supposed to be."
Tech was the first one to realize he truly meant for Hunter to pick between them. The consequences of not picking someone to die may be grave for all of them. There were few words to put the thought into that Tech could even think of forming. With a distressed voice he voiced his concern. "Hunter, I do not believe he is lying."
Looking at Tech, the others saw the betrayal in their brothers eyes. It was always hard to know how Tech was feeling but right now all the hurt he had been carrying around reflected on his face and skin. Reality settled into their minds.
Closing his eyes, Hunter tried to figure out what to do.
"You can't be serious." Wrecker yelled.
"This isn't you, Crosshair." Echo sighed. "Who's orders are you following?"
"My own."
Opening his eyes Hunter stared at the man who was supposed to be his brother. "What?"
"This is my own plan. I will break you for your betrayal." Crosshair was standing face to face with Hunter now.
"You." He snarled, angry at what the imperial said.
With a heavy sigh the sniper punched Hunter who fell back into the soldiers that were supposed to hold him still. They shoved him to the ground where he stayed. "Wrong one."
"Me."
Hunter's words hung heavy in the air. The rest of the batch looked at each other, trying to come up with a plan.
Crosshair grabbed Hunter's face. He tried to get away from him but his fingers dug into his chin and cheeks. "You know exactly who I mean." Trowing his face out of his hand he turned to the batch. "Pick before I kill them all."
Grabbing the soldier behind him, Wrecker tossed him over himself before standing. Before he could react the man had a gun slammed over his head. Blood ran down his face as he tried to look back up at his brothers.
Before anyone else could move, guns were placed at the back of their heads.
"Choose Hunter!"
"I can't. You know I can't. Give it up." Hunter noticed his body didn't seem to want to breathe.
"Remove Echo. It's too easy if he is part of the equation. Let's make sure this hurts." The soldiers dragged him away from the other two. However he didn't go without a fight. While he didn't escape, the effort was appreciated by the other two members of the batch.
"Let's talk." Echo tried to make peace. "This isn't what you want to do."
Ignoring him, Crosshair kept his attention on his eldest brother. "Ten."
"What?"
"Nine."
"Stop that."
"Eight."
Trying to get up, the soldier behind Hunter grabbed his hair and shoulder and forced him to stay in place.
"Seven."
"Crosshair stop!" Wrecker yelled out.
"Six." He hist.
"Enough."
"Five."
"Counting is childish. Stop this." Tech added.
"Four."
The number was at the end of Crosshair's CT number, Ct-9904.
"Three."
The end of Wrecker's. Was that all they were to Crosshair now? Numbers and enemies to be killed off?
"Two."
The end of Tech's CT. "Stop!" Hunter yelled shaking. "Stop!"
"One."
The end of Hunter's. Sometimes the leader has to make hard decisions. That was his job as a sargent.
"Okay!" Hunter's voice broke into something of a sob. The noise rang through the training corridor as he realized he was right about it becoming a place he would hate to think of. "Okay."
There was a pause as they tried to figure out who would die that day. "Hunter?" Wrecker asked quietly.
"Kill me." Hunter pleaded one last time. "The leader makes the hard decisions. Leaders put their team first."
Shaking his head, Crosshair smiled. "I know." There was a moment of silence before he spoke again. "Kill them both." He said.
"Tech!" Hunter screamed. "I'm sorry. I can't-" before you can finish speaking he broke into sobs that made anything else unable to be understood.
Closing his eyes for a moment, Tech took a deep breath. "It's alright." Everyone was startled at Hunter's decision.
The room was nearly silent. No one moved nor did they dare to. All that could be heard was the sound of Hunter's cries. It was impossible to breathe.
In the stillness a door opened. Omega took advantage of the distracting situation to shoot at the soldiers holding her brothers. Surprised they fired back at her.
Despite the noise, Hunter couldn't look up. There was hope for them now and it all started with a little girl they were yet to understand how she had changed them.
Fighting back, Wrecker and Echo were able to get up. The stronger of the two got their handcuffs off of them. Tech followed and slammed his arm into a soldier's leg. Then he went over to record to also get his handcuffs removed. The men took their guns and stunned the rest of the soldiers, including Crosshair.
Walking over to Hunter who was yet to move, Tech kneeled down to him. "It's okay." He put a hand on his shoulder. "I understand."
Still sobbing, Hunter looked up at Tech. "I'm so sorry." There was no look of hate or anger in Tech's eyes. Somehow that made it worse; the fact that he could accept Hunter choosing him to die without any anger.
Grabbing him and pulling him close, Tech tried to console his brother. While he did you hurt he understood the gravity of the situation and the thoughts that could go into choosing him to be killed.
"What happened." Omega asked distressed.
"You don't wanna know kid." Wrecker said quietly.
"We have to go. Wrecker, grab him." Echo spoke quickly.
Trying to stand Hunter let go of Tech. However, he couldn't seem to get on his head. It was hard to understand why he couldn't pull himself to his feet. He hadn't been hurt so it had to be the mental destress that he was facing. Wrecker grabbed him and helped him walk for a while.
As the batch got to the Maurader, they understood that Crosshair got what he wanted for Hunter. Their brother had broken him in a way that didn't know how to fix. He had placed a small distrust in Tech and an uneasy feeling over the entire family. It would take a while to heal for the situation he had so willingly put them in. With a shattered sergeant and his betrayed men, they left Kamino with one less room they had the ability to trust before the end of the war.
