I'll Do You All A Favour, The Original Bad Batch Story Reels Aren't Avaliable Anymore But Your Boy Has

Did Tech really slipped? 😅

guys i think i have a type

Hunter in the wild, just being a sexy mf beast

Hunter Using His Heightened Senses

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I get that you’re upset (re: men as monoliths in fanfic; working out issues through sex with fem-coded bodies), but I would encourage you to think about how your words look to other writers. Some of these writers are young and may not have a lot of writing experience or life experience. You’re a big blog with a lot of followers. I wonder how your words, which can come across as hurtful, look to newer, inexperienced writers. Let people make mistakes and learn and grow, instead of lashing out. I don’t disagree with you; I think it’s a problem too, but maybe consider a little empathy. You’re not morally superior for your depictions of men in fanfiction, and unfortunately, that’s how many of your posts are coming across lately.

i really almost blocked you babes and went on with my day but ya know what? my schedule is pretty clear and i do in fact have the time.

so you agree with what i said…………but you’re mad i wasn’t nice about it???????

LMAO anon are you lost?

“you’re a big blog with a lot of followers” it’s giving oh you have impressionable audience that see what you do you should censor yourself. like ?? what am i, a defunct disney channel star? and you’re mad at ME bc you think I’M giving a superiority complex? i just really simply truly have to laugh.

here’s the thing: i have no control how others view and take in whatever the fuck i post, so if someone chooses to be offended by me saying men deserve to be treated as full wholly realized human beings, so be it. good for them.

because the same subgroup of people who write men like this also happen to write these men – BROWN MEN – with a lot of racist stereotypes. they’re aggressive. they’re insatiable. they’re animals – feral. the venn diagram of these two groups of writers is very nearly a circle and so are the issues of misogyny and racism. so hmm, no wonder the folks who are okay with instilling their writing with one feel just fine sprinkling in the other.

to echo your own words here, the point of making mistakes is so LEARN AND GROW. and yet time and time again the same fucking issues keep cropping up DESPITE individuals being called out for their mistakes. part of making mistakes is owning up when you make them and listening to folks who offer up solutions on how to do better. but since people would rather be fucking clowns, being nice and kind and coddling doesn’t seem to work.

so you’re worried new and inexperienced writers and those with less “life experience” will see me “being mean” about important issues and i’ll hurt their feelings. oh dear. where is this energy for the young and inexperienced READERS who read harmful shit and think oh yeah, that’s definitely how we should view sex and relationships and men ??? i know some of y’all like to think differently but the fact of the matter is fiction reflects life and vise versa – they both impact one another and when you write men as having little to no emotional depth, that they all want the same thing and have no control over their impulses, you’re truly telling on yourself. just say you don’t see men as people with nuance and individuality, that they’re sex-crazed beasts. just say it out loud. it’ll be easier for all of us.

if you take issue with someone calling out a harmful and important issue because they’re not NICE about it???? i just. fink about it babes. some of y’all would really rather be nice to everyone and not ostracize anyone even when they are being shitty. even when they push racist and misogynistic narratives. y’all won’t reblog hugely important posts about unwhitewashtbb and the racism in star wars bc you’re worried some of your followers won’t agree and get their feelings hurt. it boggles the fucking mind.

and if you’re a newer or inexperienced writer, i HOPE you saw the post anon is referring to – here ya go, if you haven’t, and i hope you see this one, too. and i hope you take a second to think about it all, and if your immediate reaction is to get bothered, think about that too. why does this bother you so much? if the reason is simply because i’m not mincing my words and ~being nice~, perhaps reevaluate your priorities. “you can’t be nice to everyone because being nice to certain people is inherently cruel to others.”

and if you’re STILL bothered, please unfollow and/or block me. literally what is stopping you.

We have pufferfish kix and pufferfish crosshair !

PLEASE YALL THIS IS SO FUNNY I CANT

Crosshair and kittens

*note* last episode hit hard, y’all might need something to heal ya soul

Some of the men yall tag as dilfs are SHAMEFUL. I was looking for dilf memes (it is not important why) and all I see is a parade of rosy-cheeked unblemished dandy men. Slapping a beard on a 26 year old in a suit is not a dilf, you are besmirching the title. There is a recipe, a Dilf Recipe. You do not need all these ingredients but you must have AT LEAST three: a child/ward/apprentice of some sort, crows feet, laugh lines/frown lines, sun damage, gray hairs, dark circles, Depression, intriguing battle scars/injuries/missing limb, Divorced, body hair, a look in the eyes that screams for A Moment of Relief, etc etc. Like the bar is low. Ben Barnes is not a Dilf. Harry Styles with 5 o’clock shadow is not a dilf. TIMMY CHARDONNAY IS NOT A DILF. You are all WEAK your blood is WEAK put that man BACK IN THE OVEN UNTIL HES DONE THESE DUDES ARENT AL DENTE THEY ARE CRUNCHY AND DUNKED IN WATER PUT THEM BACK LET THEM COOK

"I love Obi-Wan"

Hunter as a sub. Begging you when you won't let him cum. Has to have his hands tied becouse he can't control himself. Moans easily and loudly, all while looking pretty and very submissive

Omg, you have unleashed something deep within me, like how? I will GLADLY answer this for you ;)

Warnings: pure filth (NSFW)!

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You had no idea how long you had kept this up, and honestly you didn’t care; all that mattered to you was the whimpers and moans coming from the man beneath you.

Hunter looked… well, Hunter looked wrecked. Chest heaving with heavy breaths is you continued to pump him in your hand. His face was probably as red as his bandana tied around his hands, secured to the headboard, his beautiful chocolate brown hair slick with sweat and stuck to his forehead, but neither of you cared.

You had tied his hands down when he would grab at your hands to stop you from pumping him into overstimulation. Of course, you both had a safe word, though he hadn’t used it, so you knew he deep down loved the overstimulation he was feeling.

Hunter bit his lip, hard, and you grabbed his jaw, tilting his turned head towards you. He basically whimpered into your mouth as you leaned over him to kiss his lips, tongue and teeth clashing everywhere.

You wanted to keep at this forever, but you wanted to cum, your slick coating Hunter’s thighs as you sat on them. You scooted closer then, positioning him at your entrance before pushing down.

The sound that came out of Hunter’s mouth was beautiful, all those hours of being edged with your hand had finally come to an end… or so he thought.

“M’gonna c-cum!” He stuttered, and you hadn’t even moved yet. You quickly lifted yourself off, not wanting to cum yet. He whined, sounding like he was about to cry. “P-Please, you’ve… you’ve gone on too long.” He begged.

You chuckled down at him and traced a hand down his stomach, muscles convulsing under your touch. “Should’ve thought about that before you edged me all night the other night.”

“M’sorry!” He slurred, trying to move from the restraints around his wrists. “M’sorry, won’t do it a-again!” This time, you saw a tear roll down his cheek and you felt slightly bad. He did have his heightened senses after all.

“Okay, Sarge.” You said and positioned yourself back, not pushing him inside and you felt him try to buck into you. “But can you at least hold off so we can cum together.”

Hunter’s watery eyes landed on you, “y-yes! I’ll try.” You didn’t need anymore clarification as you sunk down on him, causing you both to moan and Hunter to screw his eyes shut again.

You began bouncing on him, him grazing your gspot every time you sank down. Hunter’s hands balled into fists as he tried to fight off his orgasm. “H-Hurry, won’t… last.” He said and you moaned as you placed your hands on his chest to move faster.

“Hold out a little more, Sarge.” You told him and felt him to shake.

“Kriff, can’t- can’t hold…” You lifted yourself once more, pending his orgasm and he arched his back so far into you that you had to push him back down. “Please, please, stop teasing.”

You had an idea then, needing to find yourself closer to release before you sunk back down on him, and crawled up so your hot and needy core was above his mouth.

Hunter stared at you with pleading eyes, “eat me out, Hunter.” You demanded and he whimpered again before he began to suck your clit into his mouth like his life depended on it.

You threw your head back at the pleasure of his warm mouth of you, hearing him groan around your clit and letting pleasant vibrations run up your body. Your hands came to rest on your breasts, fingers tweaking with your hardened nipples as you began to grind down on Hunter’s face.

You cursed, grinding harder. You made sure he didn’t stop, and he didn’t want too either. His tongue slide into you then, the muscle pushing its way into your hole. You let out another moan, grabbing the leaders hair and giving it a harsh tug.

“Kriff.” He moaned into you, letting you ride his tongue and make a mess on his lower face. “So hot,” he complimented, seeing you already looking down at him with lust in your eyes.

You lifted yourself as you felt your orgasm building, wanting to come around his cock the same time he finally spilled into you.

“You going to be a good boy now? Gonna wait out and cum together?” You cooed as you settled down down his body, cock barely pushing past your wet folds.

Hunter nodded, eyes screwed shut again. You ran the tip of his cock through your folds a few times, hearing Hunter’s unsteady breath and moans. When you sank back down onto his cock, he jolted. You moaned his name loudly, “so tight, so warm.” He babbled.

You rocked back and forth, your orgasm coming fast. “You’re such a good boy Hunter, letting me use your cock for myself. Letting me… ah, letting me decide when you cum.” You slurred, nails digging into the muscle of his chest.

Hunter was moaning ridiculously loud, you wouldn’t be surprised if someone came barging through the doors concerned for him. His face was flushed and hot, eyes screwed shut still, hands still balled into fists. His whole body was rigid, tense from not being able to cum in hours.

As you both neared your high, you leaned down to be eye-level to Hunter. “You’re so good for me, Hunter. Want to cum for me, baby?”

“Yes!” He practically shouted, hips rolling up to meet yours in a weak attempt to finish.

“Then… fuuuck, cum for me, pretty boy.” You could already imagine what he had felt as he came; blinding white light, stars exploding behind his eyelids, waves beyond waves of crashing after so long of pent up orgasm denial. His back stiffened more than before, his breathing halting after a sharp intake of breath, knuckles white and you feared he’d break his fingers. He looked so goddamn pretty.

You came then, moaning out his name as you slumped against his chest. You lifted your head when you calmed down, but due to Hunter’s heightened senses, he was still breath erratically and you ran a hand through his hair.

He jolted at the feeling, still convulsing with post-orgasm shocks, still sensitive to any touch, he was always like this after an orgasm. “You alright there, Sarge?”

He didn’t say anything for a while, eyes still tightly closed and mouth open as fast and swallow breath left his lips. You wondered what it was like to cum that hard, you’d imagine it would be powerful and exhausting, yet absolutely amazing.

“Yeah,” He said after a few short minutes. “That…” He licked his dry lips, taking a deeper breath as he tried to calm his racing heartbeat, “That was… I don’t even have words.”

You chuckled, “You’re welcome.”

Maker, this would not be the las time you did this.

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Boy, this has done things to me. I wish I had a Hunter. I hope you enjoyed!