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kazeofthemagun · 2 years

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Anonymous asked the summoner:

😶 + What if the price for sealing Chaos is your life? Would you do it again or would you place the burden on White Cloud?

Uncomfortable questions

He regarded the traveler with a look that could only be described as chilling. A wordless moment of scrutiny, blue eyes attempting to unravel the person before him layer by layer. The extent of their knowledge, their reasoning, their gall.

To ask him directly of such things - that took guts. Almost made him want to take a moment to calmly verify their presence. Just in case he was mistaken and they would prove a coward under his blade. Most did.

Most of them.. these faceless mortals, these ghosts washed ashore. They were nothing but cowards and fools.

They knew nothing of the toll. How could they possibly have any idea of what it was like to seal that devil? The Wind glared silently, only half facing the being as a curtain of disheveled red obstructed his left eye. The right, free of the dark lens of his glasses, seemed to almost glow; Lupine-like, a mirror reflecting light.

What if the price was his life...? He knew better than to assume they meant a singular life. No, this was about his very existence. These questions always were.

His life.

...Could it ever be that simple? That easy? Would the beast finally slay one of its destined killers instead of playing its twisted games? Cut through the chord of an immortal's life instead of merely torturing them and stealing parts of their being?

He wondered, sometimes. He had seen first-hand the wound left within his other's soul. A wound that yet cracked and tore at a fleeting sanity, dimmed the moonlit ghost. What would happen, were it left to fester? Would it claim White Cloud's life? His own damage was grave. For twelve years he slept, only to waken with a shattered mind.

He had not yet collected its pieces. But it never killed him. No, no... that would be too easy. Far too easy.

Far too boring for that beast which feasted off sheer torment. And yet, what if? What if the moment came and he knew he would die. Forever. Just like he once fell into deep delirium and woke up knowing Chaos would invade Windaria. Destiny. What an insane concept; And yet, was it not their driving force? The prophecy that had hounded them since birth and would continue to do so until their quest's completion? What if one day, he could no longer simply be the wall his other needed? What then?

Would he dare allow that lamb to sacrifice itself instead?!

Kaze's prolonged silence was merely contemplation. A careful consideration of every word, creeping disdain bleeding onto his features with every passing second. No, not disdain. Disgust. The way his furrowed brows framed a chilling gaze only enhanced the image.

Hypotheticals could go to hell. He needed to live in the present. Live in reality.

He hated all those "would yous" with a burning passion.

And yet... the thought of letting White Cloud take on a seal yet again - it tightened his stomach into a knot. The mere thought was as nothing but the bitter-sour taste of bile.

"I would do what is required of me." The elder Unlimited growled, a light twitch of hidden lips. Stoic he may have been, but he was built from hatred. It was apparent in the way he spoke; Every word dripping with cold venom. How strange that he could talk so calmly and yet radiate more darkness that one ever could with open anger.

Something inside screamed at the thought. Something primal writhed. The calculating war machine drowned out its voice. White Cloud... could not survive alone. In the end, he would become that beast's prey and plaything for the rest of eternity. That's right. If he were to perish, Chaos would have no reason to try and kill his other. No - it would make damn sure death was the furthest thing the prince could hope for. What threat could a Sword be without the Gun to back it? What threat could either of them be alone?

Alone, they were nothing but dregs. So, yes... if his final death was truly certain...

"Whatever ensures our mission will continue... shall be done."

#oof gold star for effort anon this made him uncomfy #[[ask response #[[anon #the sealing of chaos

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kimetsu-no-yaiba-writings · 1 year

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Hi! If youre still doing requests, i have kind of an odd ask , but maybe some of the upper moons' reactions to meeting Muzan's wife (reader). I also really like whipped!Muzan so maybe the other demons' reactions to seeing the demon king doting on his wife. Thank you very much :)

Hi Anon! (^○^.) I actually love this request, so thank you for sliding it into my askbox ♥

Honestly I love a powerful man - especially a powerful villain - who's just absolutely in love with their wife (♥ω♥.) and would do anything for them, it just brings me joy.

Anyway! I'm rambling abit, but here is your request! I hope I've done it justice (^ω^.) Please enjoy!

Come again to request whenever you want cause I'm always open.

Muzan Kibutsuji being whipped for his wife + Upper Moons Reactions - Headcannons:

You know those types of men that are just unmovable pillars of stone - who look like they were carved from the finest marble by the hands of angels - who are always impeccably dressed with a voice of icy poison and just command your attention?

Who turn to the softest love-struck mush when with their wife

yeah, that's Muzan Kibutsuji with his wife (aka. you)

The finest meals, clothes and jewelry are yours with a click of his fingers - all done to make you happy, to see you smile

Anything that you mention briefly - doesn't matter if it''s a book or a holiday - its yours by the end of the day

Just one smile and a fluttering of your eyelashes has muzan on his knees - a singular pout of your lips has his mind running wild

You just have to breathe and Muzan's heart squeezes, breath stuttering in his chest as he looks at you in adoration

You could ask for the world and he'd give it too you on a platter

Muzan worships you

Each touch from you is a blessing to his skin

Each kiss sealed into him

Each word of love that falls from your lips make him drunk to hear, each sentence thick with a love that leaves hearts in his eyes and his heart thumping wildly

He wants to wear you like a brand - each mark you leave on him (bite marks and all) are worn with pride - and you (and only you) get to touch and mark his skin in such sensual ways

Under his wedding ring, his finger holds your bite mark, something that he begs you to do each day - with love-struck tears pricking his eyes - and it always makes him feel like he's properly yours

"My Love," He purrs with a voice a think velvet "My wonderful wife, my moon and stars, I love you for ever and always" and he kisses you so softly

Sometimes you have to stop this man from wearing matching clothes with you - "But Beloved,"he whimpers with a face liked a kicked puppy "I want us to match" - because he will absolutely wear a matching couples outfit

Other days he just likes sharing the same colour palette

When you worship him by placing soft kisses to his skin - his wrists, knuckles and faces - Muzan feels like he's on cloud nine

Upper Moons Reactions:

When the upper moons first met you, it was by accident - pure accident -they'd been summoned and it just so happened that it was when muzan was just in the midst of kissing you and bathing you with compliments

Kokushibou doesn't even blink and just stands in position like a trained guard, this sight has been something he's accidentally stumbled upon a couple of times before and honestly it makes him miss his wife

Because this isn't the first time he's met you but rather the fifth, the first actually time he met you, you were incredibly respectful of him and actually treat him nicely - you became tea drinking buddies - so he quickly came to like you

Douma/Doma genuinely shrieks - like an honest to god scream - before quickly going to make fun (not a good idea) about how loving Muzan is and, "Why don't you treat us this way Muzan-sama~ You're breaking my heart~"

Akaza looks away from such an intimate scene with respect since it felt wrong to look upon his lord loving his wife - although his heart does ache for some reason when looking at such a perfect loving scene

Hantengu starts sobbing while apologizing anxiously - actually very jealous at how loving the scene is, he wants a wife and to dote on someone

Gyokko simply proclaims it as artful and simply leaves it as such

Daki Blushes a deep crimson - it makes her want a husband to dote on her so much

While Gyutaro simply sighs before looking away - much like kokushibou and akaza in respect - with jealous crawling up his ribs at such love, he wants somebody to dote on and love him so romantically

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lotte-s-web · 4 months

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OH MY GOD I ACCIDENTALLY DELETED UR ASK 🫧ANON IM SO SORRY BUT PLS I KNOW I SAW IT😭😭 ur so right though about hobie having a thing for loser nerds its augh

₊✩‧ ❝hobie x loser!reader❞ headcanons ✩‧₊

₊˚⭑ warnings: nsfw, gn!reader, teasing, penetrative sex

He’s such a sucker for loser nerds, such a sucker for you. He’s addicted to the way the simplest of things get you riled up so easily, how he can do so little and watch it affect you so much.

He loves flustering you, loves teasing you by interrupting your rambling and asking you to repeat yourself, leaning in closer to “hear ya bett'r.” He just finds it so cute when you stutter over yourself, losing your train of thought ‘cause of how close his face is to yours. he loves the way you have to grip at yourself to keep your composure from faltering. He knows he’s being mean, he knows he’s being an ass, but god, he can’t help it that you’re so pretty when you’re a bit embarrassed.

He loves touching you, loves knowing how it ignites an uncomfortable warmth at your core that you desperately try to ignore. It’s never a big gesture either, just an arm draped around your shoulder, his knees knocking against yours. he pretends he doesn’t notice how your breath hitches, how your thighs rub together as you try to carry on with the conversation without thinking of the way his skin was brushing against yours.

To both of your surprise, it’s you who makes the first move. It’d be a bold move on your part, but in reality, the teasing had just gotten too much for you to bear. you couldn’t go on like this anymore, your heart thumping wildly at having him brush against you lightly, having his breath tickle your ear whenever to confide in you what he thought of your outfit today. It was really the little things that had your chest feeling like it was about to burst, you couldn’t do it anymore.

He watches you stumble over yourself as you try to get out how you like him, wringing your hands together in an attempt to channel the panic thrumming through your mind. He’s patient, waiting for you to say what you need to say before taking your chin in his hand and tilting your head up to kiss you, sealing the deal before you can go back on your confession. He presses his tongue to the seam of your lips and you melt, making him smile as he slips his tongue past your eager lips.

Being with him doesn’t make him any less teasing though, if anything, it just makes him more intense. he’s meaner, more teasing, his hands growing more brazen in their attempts to rile you up.

He’ll rest his head on the junction of your neck and shoulders, murmuring in your ear about how good you look as his hands go to hold your waist. He’ll toy with your clothing when you’re out with your friends, pulling you against his side and continuing on with the conversation as you try to keep yourself from molding into his warmth. You both know he’s doing it on purpose, know he likes seeing you cave into him, and as much as you’d want to detest it, he knows you like it too. And he’s not above using it in the bedroom, not above taking advantage of the way you’re so willing to please him no matter how embarrassed you were about it.

He loves seeing your eyes when he’s fucking you, loves the way it’s in your most ruined state that he gets to see just how much you admired him, how much you worshipped him.

He holds your cheeks to keep your eyes on him when he’s fucking you in missionary, watching as they look up at him as if he had hung the stars in the sky. he almost laughs at you, close to calling your devotion pathetic.

He has you on your knees in front of a mirror as he gives you backshots, watching your face contort at each calculated thrust of his hips as his tip hits just right against your sweet spot. He holds your face up by the neck, applying just the right amount of pleasure to make you dizzy. He tells you to keep eye contact with him as he wrecks you.

You watch him in the mirror as he uses his free hand to pull your hips back against him with each thrust, your whines growing in volume. He has you absolutely cock-drunk, going cross-eyed and shuddering violently as you cum around him with a loud cry.

You catch your breath together once everything has subsided, his cock still sheathed within you as you both pant like dogs. He brushes his lips against your cheek and sighs, wrapping his arms around your torso.

��Ya’d do anythin’ f’me, wouldn’ ya?” He asks, turning your head with a gentle grip on your chin, moving you to face him. The look in your eyes tells him everything he needs to know, anything.

a/n: 🫧anon IM SO SORRY I DELETED UR ASK MY BADD AGHHGSHDSH HOPE U LIKED IT THO😭😭 ๋࣭ ⭑ tag/s: @eyesxxyou

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aphroditelovesu · 6 days

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Wedding Gifts

❝commission: a drabble that has a 'newly wed' theme. My specifications are that it begins with Y/n waking up after her wedding night and involved the wedding gifts Alexander gives her in some way. Basically, something that outlines how her relationship with him has been so far. — requested by 💻 anon.

❝ 📜 — lady l: this is really sweet honestly and I loved writing it! I hope you like it and if there are any mistakes, forgive me. :)

❝tw: none, pure fluff.

❝📜pairing: soft!yandere alexander the great x female!reader.

❝word count: 945.

When you opened your eyes that morning, you felt more refreshed than ever. The bed was empty, indicating that Alexander had woken up earlier and gone about his duties. You didn't mind, though.

Yawning, you noticed that the camp seemed more active than ever. Outside your tent, one could hear the shouts and heated voices of soldiers and their generals. When you moved, you couldn't help the pained groan you let out after a sting of pain spread through your lower parts.

You had almost forgotten that this was the day after your wedding night. Almost.

Carefully, you removed the heavy blanket and placed your bare feet on the cold tent floor, feeling more rested than ever. There were days when you didn't sleep so well and, as much as you still had difficulty recognizing it, last night with Alexander had brought you more peace than your last few weeks.

You didn’t want to admit it but Alexander brought you comfort and a peace that you knew you desperately needed. Taking a deep breath, you slowly stood up, trying to ease the pain. The memory of last night brought a faint smile to your lips.

When you got up from the bed, you felt the cold of the packed earth floor of the tent and shivered slightly. You leaned on a small wooden table nearby and noticed something that hadn't been there the night before. On the table rested three carefully arranged gifts, each wrapped in fine fabric that reminded you of silk and adorned with a simple but elegant ribbon.

Curious, you walked over and started undoing the ties one by one. The first gift revealed a luxuriously soft wool cloak, red as blood, clearly made by the finest craftsmen. The vibrant color of the cloak contrasted with the austere environment of the camp, and when you touched it, you felt a comforting warmth spread throughout your body.

The second gift was a small carved wooden box, and when you opened it, you found a jewel of rare beauty. A gold necklace with a star-shaped pendant, encrusted with small precious stones that sparkled in the morning light. You recognized the piece as a symbol of protection, common among nobles, and felt honored and protected when you placed it around your neck.

Finally, the third gift was a rolled up parchment. With anxious fingers, you undid the wax seal and read the message written in Alexander's firm handwriting:

"My beloved, may this cloak warm you in my absence, may this necklace remind you of my constant protection, and may these words bring you the certainty of my eternal love. Our union is the promise of a future of peace and happiness. With Love, Alexander."

You felt a rush of emotions as you read Alexander's words. You sat on the edge of the bed, holding the parchment close to your heart. Your mind revisited moments from the night before, and a feeling of gratitude and affection grew inside you. Alexander, even though he was away that morning, had thought of every detail to ensure you felt loved and protected.

He clearly cared more about you than he let on.

Wrapped in the cloak, with the necklace around your neck and the parchment tucked away with care, you felt ready to face the day. As you emerged from the tent, the frenetic activity of the camp seemed a little more distant, as if a bubble of peace had been created around you. With a smile on your lips, you began to look for Alexander, wanting to thank him for the gifts.

The environment around you was filled with frenetic activity — soldiers training, tents being set up and taken down, supplies being distributed.

As you walked through the camp, the feeling that maybe marrying Alexander wasn't such a bad thing began to take shape in your thoughts. Every step you took was accompanied by curious and respectful looks from the soldiers, and you realized that your status had changed significantly.

You really were a Queen now and although that title sounded strange to you, somehow it felt right.

The soldiers stopped what they were doing to bow their heads towards you, a sign of respect that was still new to you. It was a powerful feeling, you felt powerful.

Alexander's gifts were not only displays of affection, but also clear signs of your position and importance beside him. That luxurious cloak, the precious necklace, and even the words on the parchment showed that he cared deeply for you and wanted you to feel valued and safe. He cared about you. Maybe he even loved you.

Arriving at the King's tent, you found Alexander in the middle of an argument with his generals. He looked imposing, with his armor shining in the shadow and his steady voice giving precise orders. When his eyes met yours, a soft smile formed on his lips, and he motioned for them to wait while he approached you.

"I see you found my gifts." Alexander said softly, his voice low and full of tenderness, contrasting with the authoritative tone he used with his men, "I hope they pleased you."

You nodded, feeling the heat spread across your face, "Yes, Alexander. They're wonderful. Thank you."

He took your hand and brought it to his lips, placing a soft kiss, "I'm glad you liked it. I wanted you to feel special and safe, even when I'm not around."

Alexander’s words filled you with a comfortable warmth and you smiled even wider at the realization of them.

Maybe... Just maybe, marrying him wasn't such a bad thing.

#yandere history #history #yandere historical characters #x reader #yandere alexander the great #alexander the great x reader #yandere alexander the great x reader #commission #soft yandere #imagine #yandere imagine #drabble #💻 anon

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rosequarzo · 2 months

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HIII can i ask for an aventurine, havinf a co-workers to lovers trope with reader?? (reader is friends with topaz or smth then met aventurine)

THANK YOU SM

- Sincerely, 🥀 anon

under the stars: falling for courage.

૮₍ ˃ ⤙ ˂ ₎ა • ! aventurine + reader reader is gender-neutral co-workers to lovers trope (implied at the end) ☆ warning not proofread aventurine nearly got called a wh*re but that's all . . . !? & 1027 — catalogue

note. hi 🥀 anon, thank you for sending in your request! i had fun writing this and this got dragged to 1k words whoops... tagging @neuvistar and @rninies

Aventurine still remembers his first encounter with you, like it had been permanently imprinted in his mind. He vividly remembers how you weren’t intimidated by his presence, like he was nothing more than another co-worker to you. He vividly remembers how you made a snarky comment about his arrogance; to which you received a harsh nudge from Topaz for your comment. He vividly remembers him shaking it off your comment, assuring the other it was fine. He vividly remembers him shaking his hand with yours and he couldn’t forget how your hands fit perfectly with his.

Long story short, the reason why you were recruited to join the IPC was due to your family relationship with them. According to Topaz, your family has been a long-term business partner with the IPC and it was only right for you to join them.

The gambler merely rolled his eyes but remained silent, not wanting to be on the receiving end of his fellow colleague. He had seen how close you and Topaz were, which wasn’t a surprise considering how you knew one another for a while now.

You were assigned to him with the role of being his personal assistant. Aventurine wasn’t exactly satisfied with that since he had been managing himself well just fine. The last thing he needs is someone else to budge their way into his life. But as much as he hates to admit it, you were doing great. Whatever tasks he gave you were completed in no time and what’s more surprising was the high quality from your completed tasks. You were efficient and have all the positive qualities one would expect from an assistant.

You had so many strengths that Aventurine was curious: do you even have any weaknesses?

As time passed, something shifted between the two of you. He couldn’t quite put his finger on it but the calm before the storm took place during a formal event where his presence was highly requested. And who was he to say no to free drinks and food? Being the nice boss he is, he brought you along, stating how it’s important to maintain and create new connections here and there.

Things were going well at first. You remained by his side, lips sealed shut as you listened attentively to his conversations with strangers who seemed to recognize him.

But Aventurine finds himself in a dilemma. He just can’t seem to focus on what the other party was saying. It was like most of their words flew past his head and he was having difficulty trying to maintain the conversation. The reason for his current situation was none other than you. No matter how hard he tried, he couldn’t keep his eyes off of you. Even if he were to stand in the furthest corner of the room, his eyes will always trail back to you, like you were the center of his world.

“Hey there, you look bored. Do you perhaps want to grab a drink and get out of here?”

An unfamiliar voice snapped him out of his daze. Aventurine’s eyes darkened at the sight of someone having the audacity to flirt with you. He wasn’t aware of how his grip instinctively tightened on the half-empty glass of champagne. He didn’t bother excusing himself from the conversation, wasting no time to move to your side. To his mild amusement, you didn’t spare the poor stranger a glance, choosing to boredly stir the full glass of white wine held in your right hand.

“Ah, there you are, darling. I’ve been looking everywhere for you. Is someone bothering you?” He announced his approaching entrance, planting himself beside you and flashed you a charismatic and sweet smile.

You arched an eyebrow at the sudden pet name, ready to question him but was interrupted by an unwanted presence.

“Tch, who do you think you are, you’re nothing more than a lowly wh-”

They didn’t get to finish their sentence when you abruptly tossed your drink at them. Aventurine was dumbfounded for a moment, for he has not seen you this furious before. Your face flushed with a wave of anger, eyes narrowing into sharp slits as you glared at the stranger, seething with rage. Your hand clenched tightly around your now empty glass of drink and Aventurine was certain you would have tossed it at him too, if the circumstances were different.

“What was that for!?” They snapped, wiping the liquid away with their hand and directed their anger at you.

“That was for stepping over the line. I’ll have you know that I don’t tolerate people who speak negatively about my boss,” you replied, trying your best to maintain your composure.

They sneered. “It’s not like I was wrong, but whatever. Now that I think about it, you aren’t worth it.”

And just like that, they walked off. The small crowd that was initially observing the commotion gradually vanished, as they returned to what they were doing previously. A heavy sigh escaped your lips and it was only then did you catch Aventurine’s eyes. The expression on his face was unreadable but you didn’t think much of it, waving your hand in front of his face.

“Hello? Are you still there?” You asked.

“Hm? Oh, don’t worry. But that was quite a show you put out there. I might think you’re into me,” he teased, a poor attempt to ignore how his heart was rapidly pounding against his chest now.

“...Shut up, Aventurine. We should get going,” you muttered, not sparing him another glance and hurriedly walked off.

If Aventurine was slower by two seconds, he would have missed the way your ears turned red. He would have missed the way your shoulders tensed at his last sentence. The gambler blinks but obediently follows you; like your positions had been switched; with him behind you instead of the usual.

He coughs, covering the bottom half of his face with his gloved left hand. His eyes averted to the side but somehow, he kept peering at you from the corner of his eyes, focused on your figure.

Huh, I wonder why am I feeling like this?

#୨୧ magazine articles #honkai star rail #star rail imagines #star rail x reader #aventurine imagines #aventurine x reader #aventurine x you #aventurine x y/n #aventurine fluff

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yanderecookierunkingdom · 5 months

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Hey, I'm the one who requested https://www.tumblr.com/yanderecookierunkingdom/740229855302565888/justhad-an-ideaabout-a-sweet-but-kinda-shy?source=share and...forgot if I had an anon name or not. I'm usually snow or seal anon so if you have an anon with either one of those names there's a high chance that's me...

Anyway I loved what you wrote...it's so adorable including that other ask you did with the anxious reader! Both were amazing!!!

It kinda inspired this idea: imagine an anxious y/n accidently doing that...to all the beasts...like the cookies walk in expecting a fight and expected to leave with bruises and stuff but instead they leave with 5 beasts soothing y/n, showing them tricks and giving them treats and just genuinely making them happy lmao! Y/n, the accidental beast tamer! Got 5 bodyguards now who love em dearly while y/n subtly keeps em in line via reacting badly or with fear when they do bad things and y/n feeling bad or scared makes em unhappy so it's enough to keep em in some sort of line lmao!

One by one, the rest of the Beasts were freed, and while initially, they were all fully contented to reign chaos on the world for locking them away, Shadow Milk Cookie was swift to stop them.

None of them really understood what he was getting at.. until you began reaching the same way you did with Shadow Milk Cookie and it clicks immediately.

They all become infatuated with you, genuinely wanting to keep you happy. Your smile and laughter are like beautiful melodies to them, and they can't get enough of it.

Shadow Milk Cookie claims to be your favorite because you always laugh at his jokes the loudest. Burning Spice Cookie nearly threw hands.

Eternal Sugar Cookie gives you a small mini cloud for whenever you're tired, and Mystic Flour Cookie tends to give gentle breezes with their little wings.

Silent Salt Cookie is always willing to get you a shoulder to rest on whenever you just need comforting silence.

Elder Faeire Cookie is the one to suggest you subtly keep the Beasts in line, and you're more than willing to agree. It's typically a small pout or teary eyes, and the Beast you've targeted quickly abandons all thoughts of violence.

This works most effectively on Shadow Milk Cookie. He is definitely the softest for you, with Eternal Sugar Cookie right behind him.

#cosmos stars #star: seal anon #ooc #welcome back seal!!#cosmos constellations #crk x reader #cookie run kingdom x reader #shadow milk cookie x reader #burning spice cookie x reader #eternal sugar cookie x reader #silent salt cookie x reader #mystic flour cookie x reader

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wol-fica · 11 months

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-ℂ𝕒𝕣𝕖𝕗𝕦𝕝-

pairings - jennaortega x gp!reader

summary - “Can you write Jenna x gp!reader where Jenna and y/n being risky and almost getting caught (maybe on set)” - Anon

warnings - public sex, rough sex, oral, teasing, angry sex, exhibitionism, choking, p in v, breeding kink, hand covering mouth(???), overstimulation, percy being a dick :/

an - i got suuuuuper bored today and i was reading a suicide_wolf alpha!amberfreeman fic on ao3 and WOOOOWEEE i’m tempted to write one for jenna now :/

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“Yikes…that doesn’t look good.” Georgie said from your right, eying you while you stared daggers at your co-star Percy.

He was flirting with your girlfriend, his hands brushing her arms and his body leaning way to close for your liking. Preferably, you would like him to be at least 6 feet away or more, and facing away from her.

You knew how he felt about her, since he came and told you and Georgie that he was head over heels for her. Now normally, you would have corrected him and told him that she was taken, but Jenna had begged you to not say anything as she wanted to keep your relationship as private as possible.

That was a bit concerning for you, but she reassured that it was just because her last relationship failed from being too much in the public eye. She had no privacy or stability because the internet was up her ass about the guy she was with, so she vowed to make sure her next relationship would be sealed off for just her and you to enjoy.

“I’m gonna kill him.” You said calmly, standing up and starting towards him.

“Woah now!” Georgie said, grabbing your arm to hold you back, “That’s probably not smart.”

“He’s way to close to her, I don’t care if it ain’t smart or not.” You growled, trying to tug your arm away.

Georgie pulled you back, putting himself in front of you, “Getting into a fight on set is definitely going to get you kicked off and sued.”

You stared him down, breathing heavily. He was right, even if you did was him away from Jenna you couldn’t just start throwing punches. You valued your job and your role in the show, jeopardizing that just because you were jealous was a dumb move.

“You’re right.” You relented, relaxing when he let go of your arm, “I just don’t like him doing that with her.”

“I know.” Georgie put a comforting hand on your shoulder, “You should go ask to talk to her privately, that’s the best way to get her away from him.”

You nodded in agreement, pursing your lips before shuffling past him and walking towards your girlfriend. She was laughing, her head thrown back while she bellowed at Percy’s joke. He was smirking, condescending and proud while you seethed. As you approached, Jenna’s eyes found yours, her face lighting up instantly at the sight of you.

“Y/N!” She yelled, turning to run and meet you halfway.

“Hey Jenna.” You replied, catching her in a hug when she launched herself at you, “How are you?”

She pulled back, looking up at you with those brown eyes that you fell so hard for. You shamelessly scanned her face, taking in her natural beauty that stood before you. Her freckles, her dimples, everything that made your heart go thump thump thump.

“I’m doing good!” She said cheerfully, pulling back to slide her hands into yours, “How was filming with Emma today?”

“Pretty great, our scenes were super smooth.”

“Jenna, do you know when our kiss scene is?” Percy interjects, trying to gain her attention back.

Your eyes snapped to him, a scowl appearing on your face. He was trying to push you, clearly attempting to get under your skin. Percy never liked you that much, being that Jenna always raved about how great of a ‘friend’ you were and would constantly bring you up in conversations.

“I’m not sure, probably tomorrow though.” Jenna replied, turning to him, “Why?”

“I just need to know when to vasaline my irresistible lips.” He joked with a wink, “Maybe we should practice or something?”

“Actually I have to talk to Jenna ‘bout something.” You quipped, dragging her away from him, “Bye!”

You pulled her along, ignoring the huff of irritation that Percy produced, and made your way down a long hallway and into a deserted work room. Jenna followed quietly, watching your tense shoulders and how your jaw ticked with each step you took.

You were mad, she could tell that, but she didn’t know what you were planning with taking her this far away from set. You pushed the door open, letting her walk past you before closing it and locking the door. It was currently lunch break, meaning the cast and crew had a few hours before they needed to get back to filming.

Jenna walked to the empty table in the middle of the room, hopping up and sitting on it to watch you pace back and forth in front of her.

“Baby.” She said, her eyes following your every move, “C’mere.”

You turned, moving towards her and taking your place in between her knees. Her legs went around you waist, pulling you in close so she could grab your face and kiss you.

Her lips were soft, tasting of vanilla and honey from the lip balm she uses. Your hands found solace on her waist, using her body as leverage to lean yourself into her. She parted from you, but you chased her lips and pulled her back in, relishing in her plump lips.

“Y/N.” She mumbled against your mouth, moaning softly when you chose to kiss down her neck, “Can…can you talk to me?”

You hummed against her skin, peppering her neck with small kisses that had her heart running a mile a minute. Her hands clawed at you, trying to pull you back up to her face.

“I’m angry with you.” You finally said, sucking a small hickey on her pulse point, “And I’m gonna show you how mad I am.”

She shuttered under your hold, turning her head to the side to give you more access to her neck. The fabric of her skirt was riding up, revealing her soft, tanned thighs that made you drool.

“I’m…I’m not sure why you’re mad…” Jenna murmured, sucking in a breath when your hands moved to squeeze her thighs, “But…I’m sorry for it…”

You chuckled, pushing her legs apart and getting down on your knees in front of her. She watched you with wide eyes, scanning your face before following your hand that went to push her skirt up. You gasp quietly, seeing the patch of wetness on her panties that had formed moments before.

Your pointer finger hooked on the hem of Jenna’s underwear, pulling the garment down and off of her legs and throwing it behind you somewhere. Turning back to the task at hand, you nudged her legs farther apart one last time before looking up at her for consent.

She met your eyes, her face softening into a smile as she cupped your cheek. A nod was all she gave you before you moved in, a gasp leaving her lips when she felt your hot breath on her center. Her fingers wound into your hair, her other hand going behind her for support.

You wanted to start slow, choosing to do small kitten licks on her slit to work her up. She groaned from above, pushing your face into her and bucking her hips, looking for more. You hummed against her, getting a small squeak of shock, and decided to suckle her clit into your mouth.

She moaned softly, her grip tightening while you sucked and licked at her clit. Your lips wrapped around the small bud, forming a deep suck to distract her from your hand sneaking in between her legs.

Jenna whined your name, hips tilting towards you when a finger swiped through her folds. You were playing with her, she knew that, and you were definitely not going to be nice in the long run. She moaned loud when two of your fingers slipped inside of her, her eyes rolling back when they rested knuckle deep.

You sucked harder, moving your fingers back and forth with the rhythm of your mouth. Your digits curled, causing her to cry out, and you suddenly felt a gush of wetness on your hand and chin.

Jenna tugged at your hair, trying to get you out from between her legs but with no success. You kept at it, slipping a third finger in while rolling her clit on your tongue. She was seeing stars from the overstimulation, her back arching at the feeling.

“F-Fuck…Y/N it hurts…ah!” She stuttered out, trying to get away from your death grip.

You hummed on her clit, making her cry out your name again, before pounding your fingers into her at a fast pace. She came again, bucking her hips pathetically at the feeling of her second orgasm. You finally pulled away, giving her bud a quick kiss before standing up.

“Jesus, babe.” She mumbled, looking up at you with hazy eyes, “Did…did that help your anger?”

“Oh Jenna…” You said, stroking her cheek while your other hand unbuttoned your slacks, “Far far from it.”

She gulped, glancing down at you pulling out your hardened cock before you pushed her to lay on her back. Your member stood tall and proud, veins pulsing and precut dripping out of the tip from arousal.

You leaned over Jenna, pressing one final kiss to her lips. She stared back at you, cupping your face and stroking your cheeks before you stood up. Your hands grasped at her thighs, pulling them apart and pushing them up on her chest. She sat herself up on her elbows, watching and waiting for your next move while you let your tip poke at her entrance.

“This…is how angry I am…” You stated before shoving yourself inside of her.

She cried out, letting her head drop at the intrusion. You quickly filled her up, for fully parting her walls open and penetrating her insides. You were deep in her, her walls fluttering around your shaft while you stretched her open.

“O-oh god…” Jenna moaned, feeling each vein on your cock when you dragged yourself back out so only the tip was inside of her.

After giving her a second to catch her breath, you began your assault of her pussy, thrusting back and forth at a fast pace. Your cock soon became covered in her slick, her arousal causing your member to look shiny and wet.

“So fucking tight.” You growled, holding her thighs for leverage to fuck her harder, “Such a needy little slut, aren’t you?”

She moaned, body rocking up and down with each sharp thrust you gave. You leaned over her, finding a deeper angle that made her wince, and grabbed her jaw to make her look at you.

“Answer my question.”

She whimpered, trying to find the right words to say, “Y-yes!”

“Good girl~.” You praised, pounding your hips harder.

You pulled her legs up, throwing them over you shoulders and pumping your cock into her at an aggressive pace. She was drenched at this point, her wetness dripping down the table and onto the tiled floor.

Her walls started to tighten and pulse, the telltale signs of her approach third orgasm. Pushing yourself a little harder, she came abruptly with a moan of your name, her walls clamping down on your dick.

Her cum splattered onto your shirt, but that didn’t make you stop. You trusted through her orgasm, bringing her straight to another. She screamed at the familiar feeling of overstimulation, reaching a hand out to press against your chest.

“W-Wait! Please!” She cried, attempting to get you to stop, “I…I can’t!”

You growled, leaning down over her again and caging either side of her head with your forearms. Your thrusts turned into deep, fast pounds, your hips slapping against hers with each heavy movement.

“Y/N!” She sobbed, yet another orgasm crashing over her.

“Fuck…” You said through your teeth, resting your forehead on her shoulder while you pumped yourself deeper into her, “You’re so fucking wet.”

Jenna moaned loudly, hips bucking uselessly while you split her apart. You glanced down, sighing at the sight below. Her folds were puffy and swollen, pussy wrapped around your cock perfectly while it disappeared repeatedly inside of her. Ignoring her cries of pleasure, you slid one of your hands down to toy with her clit.

“FUCK!” She yelled, feeling herself squirt onto you.

You moaned at that, eyes rolling back at the feeling of her wet, warm walls encompassing you. She hadn’t squirted in a long time, so for her to do that now was incredibly arousing to you. The feeling of your impending orgasms grew larger, the knot in your stomach tightening.

“Fuck baby…I’m gonna fill you with my cum.” You moaned, thrusting your hips harder, “Your gonna be full of my kids…”

She came in response, her eyes rolling and a moan tumbling past her lips from your statement. You placed firm pats to her clit, causing her to cry again, and your other hand found solace with pressing on the moving bulge in her stomach.

Her head shot up, your name being screamed from her lips before being silenced by your hand. You pushed her back down, meeting her wide brown eyes before pushing yourself as deep as you could go. The knot snapped, your cum pumping inside of her against her cervix. Jenna’s moan was muffled by your palm, her eyes falling shut at the feeling of your warm semen filling her up.

“Shit.” You mumbled, collapsing on top of her, completely spent.

You both laid there for a moment, breathing heavily in sync while you attempted to regain your composure. You felt her hands slither around your shoulders, rubbing on your tense muscles to soothe you.

“Baby…” Her voice sounded distant, so you turned your head to meet her gaze.

“Hey.” You mumbled, a dazed smile on your face that made her laugh.

“Goofball.” She muttered, scratching your scalp gently, “That was so-.”

A knock on the door was vaguely heard, causing you both to snap your eyes to the locked door. The world seemed to freeze, and you slowly moved to hover over Jenna as a means to cover her if necessary.

“Jenna? You in there?” It was Percy, which made you roll your eyes.

“Goddammit he always has to be with you.” You grumbled, cracking your neck before standing up properly and moving to pull out of her.

She whimpered softly at the loss of you, but sat up nonetheless, blinking the grey spots out of her eyes while you pulled up your boxers and pants. You went towards the door to grab her panties, eying it while you picked up the clothing.

“I guess she’s not here.” Percy said to someone, his voice muffled behind the door.

“Shame, I wanted to practice some lines with her.” A girl, Emma, replied, their voices growing distance as they walked away.

”Emma wants to practice lines with you.” You mumbled, handing Jenna her panties and leaning down to press a gentle kiss to her forehead.

“I heard, I’ll catch up with her after I fix this mess of myself.” She replied, pulling the article on and standing up.

Her legs were shaky and weak, causing her to stumble into your arms. You caught her easily, setting her back on her feet with a giggle.

“Clumsy.” You murmured, kissing her cheek softly.

“Shut up.” She said with a smile, hitting your stomach, “Let’s get back to work dumbass.”

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cowboyhorsegirl · 8 months

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that post is so funny to me cause now I feel I've been living in an alternate universe like?? in my head tony has always been the sun? it's really messing with me that people think he's the moon????? he's literally the sun!!!!!! he is the sunniest sun ever??????? HES THE SUN!!!! ☀️

i mean it's right in the name!!! The GOLDEN Avenger anybody??

#you and me we are on the same wavelength #he is the sun he's my star he's my center he's my home #in this great big dark empty universe we're in when i'm lost i turn to him and i remember how to find the way back to myself #<- me when i'm literally steve rogers jfksldfjklf #tony stark #anon #signed sealed delivered #will never NEVER get over the sun moon of it all <3 #meta

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nahoney22 · 2 months

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Hi! i love your writing and was wondering if you could do the tbb (or just tech if you dont wanna do all of them) reaction to their gender neutral S/O pulling out their old instrument or color guard equipment from their marching band days and practicing what they remember (i dont even know if star wars has an equivalent to marching band/color guard lol but i picked an old practice flag up for the first time since high school earlier and the thought popped into my head for this request..) feel free to disregard this if it’s not something you wanna write, keep up the amazing work!!

Colour Guard Memories

The Bad Batch Boys X GN!Reader

How The Bad Batch react to you pulling out your old instrument or colour guard equipment.

warnings: none, gender neutral reader, can be read as platonic or romantic, Batchers admiring/encouraging reader.

authors note: this is a really cute idea and sorry it has took so long to do anon. In the UK we don’t really have marching bands/ colour guards aside from royal parades from what I know so I’ve relied on Google to help me out 😅 enjoy!

Echo

"Think we've got everything?" Echo asks, sealing the final box of your belongings.

As you survey the sea of packed boxes, you're struck by the realisation of just how many possessions you've gathered over the years. It's only now, in the process of moving out of your family home, that the extent of it hits you. After what feels like an eternity of packing and stacking, you're finally done and you couldn’t be any more grateful for Echo's helping hand.

"I hope so," you reply, wiping your brow and straightening up, hands on your hips. "Now, all that's left is to get it onto the ship." The prospect of lugging boxes onto the ship isn't exactly thrilling, but you're itching to kick back and relax.

Echo chuckles and reaches for one of the sealed boxes, but disaster strikes as the bottom gives way, sending its contents tumbling to the floor. "Well, that's just great," he says wryly.

Letting out a sigh, you join him in gathering up the scattered items. Amidst the chaos, something catches your eye: an old, familiar object. "No way!"

Startled by your sudden excitement, Echo turns to you. "What is it?"

"It's my Sabre!" you exclaim, holding up the cherished item for him to see.

He blinks in surprise. "Uh, your lightsaber?"

You playfully roll your eyes at Echo, a mischievous glint in your eyes, as you take the equipment into your hands and wave it at him. "You've known me long enough to know I'm not a Jedi, Echo," you tease, giving the Sabre a quick twirl. "It's from when I used to be be a colour guard for a marching band."

Echo chuckles, shaking his head in amusement. "I didn't know you did that."

"Yeah! I loved it. Want to see what I can still do?" you ask, a hint of excitement in your voice.

"The floor's all yours," he says, stepping back to give you space.

You take a moment to steady yourself, feeling the weight of the stainless steel Sabre in your hands. With a deep breath, you begin your routine, the familiar movements flooding back to you. As you twirl the Sabre with practiced precision, you can't help but feel a surge of nostalgia. However, in the midst of your performance, disaster strikes as the Sabre slips from your grip, narrowly missing a nearby window.

"Okay, okay, I'm a little rusty. Give me a second," you laugh sheepishly, quickly retrieving the saber and regaining your composure but Echo was still smiling and impressed throughout.

Determined to redeem yourself, you focus on each movement, executing smooth transitions and intricate spins. With each flourish, you feel a sense of satisfaction, the familiar rhythm of the routine bringing back fond memories. As you finally come to a graceful finish, you can't help but feel a sense of pride wash over you.

Echo applauds, a smile playing on his lips. "That was really impressive. You should've told me you could do that before."

"We all have our hidden talents," you grin, a twinkle in your eye as you admire the old memory in your hand before carefully tucking it back into the box. "Anyway, we should probably get going before I get distracted again."

“Well,” he says, resting a hand on your shoulder, “you should perform for me again sometime. If you want to that is.”

There’s a shine in his eyes, genuinely in awe of you and your talent. “I’ll definitely think about it.”

Hunter

Low on credits and desperate for some food to fill your stomachs, you and Hunter venture into a bustling market on a remote planet, hoping to find some opportunity to earn a bit of cash.

"See anything?" Hunter asks, strolling alongside you as you take in the sights and sounds of the market.

"Not really," you reply with a frown. The market is dimly lit, offering little in the way of useful materials, and the locals don't seem particularly welcoming. It's no wonder Hunter insisted on accompanying you.

But then, something does catch your eye. "Hey, that looks like one of my old flags," you remark, pointing to a colorful flag tucked away at the back of a small pop-up stall.

Hunter stops beside you, his interest piqued. "You used to spin those, didn't you?"

You chuckle at his phrasing, yet surprised that he remembers since it was just something you mentioned in passing once. "Yeah, I did. Not sure if I still have the touch, though."

A smirk spreads across Hunter's face as he holds up a finger, indicating for you to wait a moment. A bit embarrassed, you watch as he approaches the seller and strikes up a conversation. After a brief exchange, Hunter returns, flag in hand. "Let's put that theory to the test, shall we?" he suggests with a grin.

"Hunter! Did you just pay for that?" you exclaim incredulously as he shoves the pole into your hand.

"No," he says with a mischievous grin, his eyes sparkling with amusement. "But they said if you can impress them, you can keep it."

You narrow your eyes at him, a mixture of amusement and disbelief dancing in your gaze. "Fine. But I'm warning you," you declare, stepping into a clearing and scanning the area to ensure there's enough space before attempting to recreate a routine you haven't performed in years. "I'm not as good as I used to be."

Taking a deep breath, you grip the pole firmly and let muscle memory take over as you start spinning the flag with practiced precision. The fabric unfurls in vibrant arcs, catching the sunlight and casting colorful patterns across the ground. With each twirl and flourish, you feel a surge of nostalgia as memories of your days in the colour guard come flooding back.

As you continue your impromptu performance, you can't help but lose yourself in the rhythm of the routine, the flag becoming an extension of your body as you spin and swirl with grace.

Hunter is watching you silently and appears to be actually enamoured by your performance. His eyes are wide in surprise.

When you finally come to a graceful finish, you turn to Hunter with a triumphant smile, the flag held aloft in your hand. "How's that for impressing them?" you ask, a hint of pride in your voice.

“That was… wow.” Is all he says, a proud smile on his face. He takes one look to the seller who just gives a brief nod. “And the flag is yours it seems.”

Hunter comes up beside you once more but you feel a tug on your top, turning to face a young child who was holding out credits to you. Bashfully, you accept and the credits swiftly came flooding in.

“Heh, seems like you still got it.” He nudges your side playfully.

This could be a pretty safe way to earn some extra credits it seems.

Wrecker

"Wrecker, come look at this!" you call out excitedly, beckoning your companion over.

With Wrecker's assistance in tidying up the Marauder and transferring some items to the Remora, you stumble upon an unexpected treasure: an old snare drum tucked away amidst the clutter.

"Woah, what's tha’?" Wrecker asks, intrigued, as he joins you on the floor, his eyes fixed on the instrument in your hands.

"I used to play it in a marching band. Forgot I even had it," you reply with a wistful smile, the memories of your band days flooding back, tinged with nostalgia and a touch of sadness for times gone by.

Wrecker notices the flicker of emotion on your face and decides to lift your spirits. "Well, go on then. Give us a beat," he encourages, nudging the drum closer to you and offering a drumstick.

You smile gratefully, feeling a rush of anticipation as you accept the drumstick from his outstretched hand and pick up the matching one from the ground. "Just so you know," you say with a playful glint in your eye, "it sounds much better in a chorus rather than individually."

With a deep breath, you position the drumsticks in your hands, feeling the familiar weight and texture of the material. Closing your eyes, you let muscle memory guide your movements as you begin to play. The rhythmic tapping of the drum reverberates through the air.

As you lose yourself in the music, your fingers move effortlessly across the drum's surface, producing a lively beat that echoes off the walls of the ship. With each stroke, super fast and then skilfully slow, you feel a sense of liberation.

Wrecker watches in awe, a grin spreading cross his face as he listens to the infectious rhythm you create. For a moment, all worries and cares fade away, replaced by the joy of listening to you play. Flourishing a finish, your cheeks warm to Wrecker applauding enthusiastically.

"Tha’ was amazing!" he exclaims, his voice filled with genuine admiration. "You've still got it."

You grin, feeling a surge of pride at his words. "Thanks, Wrecker," you reply, a sense of contentment washing over you. "Maybe we should start our own band."

“Definitely!”

Tech

"Is this yours?" Omega's voice interrupts your thoughts, drawing your attention to the slim case she's holding. As you approach, a wave of nostalgia washes over you at the sight of the familiar case.

"I haven't seen this for a long time," you smile warmly, taking the case into your hands. Kneeling down, you blow the dust off and flip open the lid, revealing your old clarinet nestled inside.

Omega's eyes widen with curiosity as she peers at the instrument. "Wow, that's cool! Did you play it?"

You nod, a fond smile on your face. "Yeah, I used to. In a colour guard and in parades."

"Can you play something now?" she asks eagerly.

Before you can respond, Omega suddenly calls out, "TECH! COME HERE!"

Tech, engrossed in his data pad, looks up in surprise and heads your way. "What is the nature of my presence this time, Omega?"

Omega launches into an exaggerated explanation of your discovery and her request. "Listen to them play."

Tech adjusts his goggles and looks down at you with curious eyes. "I was not aware you could play any instrument."

"I haven't in a long time," you admit sheepishly, wiping the mouthpiece and adjusting the bridge keys. "But I can give it a try."

With a deep breath, you bring the clarinet to your lips and begin to play a soft, melancholic tune. The notes fill the air, weaving a gentle melody that seems to resonate with the quiet stillness of the surroundings. It was a gentle tune, a stark difference to the ones you played in parades.

As you play, you notice Tech glancing up from his data pad, his expression softening as he listens intently to the music. It's a rare sight to see him so engrossed in something other than his work, and you can't help but feel a sense of satisfaction knowing that your music has captured his attention.

By the time you finish the piece, Tech is still watching you, a thoughtful look on his face.

Omega bursts into a loud applause meanwhile Tech smiled at you. “I would not mind you playing that whilst I do some repairs... it’s rather relaxing.”

Crosshair

“What are you doing?” Crosshair's voice breaks your concentration mid-performance, and you freeze as your arms flail, causing the wooden rifle to slip from your grasp and clatter onto the grass.

You spin to face the clone, feeling a flush of embarrassment creeping up your neck. "I found my old rifle from when I used to perform," you explain quickly, bending down to retrieve the prop. With a flick of your foot, you send it spinning into the air, catching it effortlessly as it falls back down. "Want to see?"

Crosshair eyes the rifle with a hint of intrigue, his skepticism giving way to mild interest. "Perform? Rifles are for shooting. Not messing around with.”

“It’s wood, idiot.” You knock on the equipment before you then shrug, a sheepish grin tugging at your lips. "Anyway, it’s called rifle spinning. I used to do it as part of a routine in a performance group. It's more about coordination and showmanship than anything else. Wanna see?” You ask again.

Crosshair nods slowly, his gaze lingering on the rifle as you twirl it expertly in your hands. He stands back as you shows off your moves and he couldn’t hide the small impressed smirk forming on his lips. "You’re quite impressive I’ll give you that. But don't let it distract you from our mission." The compliment was rare but not one you were going to refuse as you give him a smile of thanks. But, he was right. There were more pressing matters at large.

You chuckle, nodding in agreement as you secure the rifle back in its holster. "Of course not. Just a little trip down memory lane."

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momojedi · 4 months

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now idk if youve been requested smth like this before but tbb finds reader (whos another clone child like omega)?? thatd be cool, id think!! gn reader btw 🫶🫶 ALSO LOVE YOUR WRITING SM TY FOR WRITING THIS IF YOU DO

— FAMILY FOUND pairing. omega/clone force 99 x clone child! gn! reader

type. oneshot note. hi anon! thank you for your request, i'm incredibly happy to hear you like my writing! regarding your request, i hadn't thought of anything like that so far, but i love the idea - this is set during season one! the reader could technically be seen as disabled but i'll really leave that up to your interpretation. enjoy! warnings. needles, human experimentation, dehumanisation, sisterly omega fluff, big brother/dad batch, slight injury, potential reference to the blackwing virus, references to clone wars events word count. 2k

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Four hours.

That's how long you'd been running from the Empire and the claws of the Kaminoans, swiftly escaping the planet with the help of AZ-3. After a tearful farewell, the droid had tightly sealed the escape pod's hatch as well as your fate, leaving you to hold off the Kaminoans from tracking you as you fled Tipoca City, the place you once called your home.

When you landed on Ord Mantell, the sudden impact of the crash had swept you off your feet, chucking you to the floor with a loud bang. The intense pain that abruptly shot through your arm as well as the burning sensation that spread in your right cheek quickly lead you to realise that you needed to get a hold on some medical supplies as soon as possible.

"Where is it, where is it - kriff!"

Despite years of being reprimanded by Commander Colt not to curse and avoid the usage of bad words, you couldn't help but ignore your late brother's teachings when you sat back up on your knees after crawling out from under the pod's control panel. There wasn't a medkit in sight. You huffed, gripping your throbbing head with your healthy arm. "I must've hit my head," you whispered to yourself, squinting your eyes in pain. Slowly but surely some medical attention was starting to become really necessary, especially when you felt warm liquid dripping down your cheek.

You sat up. Perhaps you'd find some help in the inner city?

Ord Mantell was huge; bigger and much more crowded than Tipoca City you found yourself realising. Though, that view might've been influenced by the fact that, like most clone children, you'd never seen anything but Kamino throughout your entire life.

Time and time again had you sat among your brothers, listening intently to their adventurous tales fighting in the war and visiting various places throughout the galaxy. And although you felt bad for the loss and pain they went through day by day, you couldn't help but envy the wonderful worlds and systems they also had the chance to experience.

Unlike most clones, you hadn't been made to be a soldier but rather a subject to be tested on. Your entire purpose since you'd been born was to be a lab-rat, to endure tests and examinations in order to help the Kaminoans determine the breeding conditions of their next clones. You thought little of the Kaminoans, as most clones did. Their constant pricking of needles and blood letting made you feel sick and although you'd grown up on Kamino and were used to being dehumanised and seen as an object, a tool rather than a living being, you still hated the longnecks with a burning passion, silently enduring the torture they'd been putting you through. Naturally that also meant that you were made to suffer from various side effects of the experiments, such as age acceleration - or in your case, deceleration.

Unlike the usual clone, you aged slower, almost at the pace of a nat-born. You couldn't see very well due to visual tests they'd made for a special clone unit when you were very young and your hair was trimmed unevenly from being shaved off time and time again.

Naturally with that also came the judgement. Many of your brothers considered you a freak, curiously eyeing you and some times even mocking you. But even though there were many bad apples, you were proud to say that most of them had gladly taken you under their wing, partially having even grown up around you, and you couldn't be prouder of their accomplishments.

When the Empire took over and Admiral Tarkin arrived on Kamino, you swiftly developed a strong disdain for the imperial official and his scornful treatment of the clones. He frightened you with his skeletal appearance and judgemental expressions, scoffing at you when he'd first crossed you following a kaminoan scientist down the corridors of the city.

This disdain solidified when, from behind a window, you observed Tarkin handing obscure plans to Prime Minister Lama Su, signaling a clandestine exchange that left you feeling uneasy. Pressing your face against the glass to glean any insight, you overheard a conversation that sent shivers down your spine.

"I can assure you, CE-0003 will make a wonderful asset to project Blackwing—a low cost for such a risky intrusion; the potential loss won't be of any importance," Prime Minister Lama Su coldly stated, not bothering to acknowledge your presence. The mere mention of your designation number, CE-0003, served as a chilling reminder of the dehumanization endured by clones, but Tarkin's emphasis on "low cost" and "loss" struck an ominous chord, setting off alarm bells within your conscience.

Feeling the weight of an impending threat, you knew that the time had come to make a fateful decision. Unwilling to succumb to a potential death sentence or exploitation in the Empire's mysterious project, you resolved to escape Tipoca City. In the brightly lit corridors, your internal struggle reached a tipping point as you confronted the severity of your situation.

You shook your head, clearing your thoughts. "Kamino is in the past," you mumbled to yourself, avoiding looking straight at the faces that passed by. After all, who knew whether someone had been sent after you or not? The Kaminoans were a very ambitious species and although Ord Mantell was filled with dubious figures, you could not let your guard down just yet.

Your head was starting grow dizzier by the minute and your world was starting to spin. you quickly managed to get a grip on some metal structure to keep you steady - or at least as steady as possible - when a voice caught your attention nearby.

"Oh ... can assist you in any way?"

Only now did you realise that the metal you'd gotten a strong hold on was, in fact, plastoid armour. Immediately you pulled your hand away, apologising profusely, though halfway slurring your words. You weren't even able to make out the stranger's face as the world spun around you and before you knew it, you passed out, barely hearing the stranger calling out another name.

"Echo, come here!"

"A - a clone?"

Hunter and Echo's eyes were settled on Tech, whose own goggled pair were glued to his datapad, as usual. "Precisely," he responded matter-of-factly, "It appears that they apart of a specialised cloning program founded specifically for scientific and medical experimentation."

"You're meaning to tell me the longnecks tortured this child for some bioweapons and drugs?" Echo's voice was angry, his face twisted into a furious grimace as he turned away from your unconscious form whilst holding the bacta-soaked cloth he'd previously been dabbing the gaping burn on your cheek with. Tech huffed, eyeing his brother over the edge of his datapad. "Yes Echo, that is exactly what I'm telling you."

"Unbelievable," Echo scoffed, fist tightening around the cloth, "and to think we once fought alongside those monsters." With a deep sigh, Hunter pushed past his bickering brothers to look over your sleeping form. By now, they had made sure to patch up your broken arm and clean any leftover bruises, settling you down on one of the parlour’s benches. It didn't look necessarily comfortable but seeing as Cid had business to attend to, it was all they could come up with so far - Tech had even dug out Wrecker's civil poncho in the Marauder which you now were cozily wrapped in.

Hunter gingerly brushed the loose hair strands out of your face, watching you with softening eyes as he took over cleaning your bruising face. A small smile tugged on his lips at the sight of your peaceful expression. How would Omega react to you?

As if on cue, the loud chitter-chatter of Wrecker and their little sister erupted in the stairway of Cid's bar, turning the heads of the rest of the batch. Omega squealed excitedly when the giant clone set her down, running toward Hunter with a box of Mantell Mix in her hands.

"Hunter, look!" She chirped, holding out the sugary treat for the sergeant to see, "The nice lady added new toppings and - [name]?"

Her eyes fell upon you and suddenly, she forgot the world around her. Hunter raised a brow before exchanging a questioning look with Echo, who had quietly observed the interaction. Was that your name? How did she know you? Taking the box out of her hands and setting it on the table, the clone sergeant took Omega aside, kneeling to be at her eye level.

"Omega, do you know this child?"

With a worried expression at the sight of your wounds, she hesitated before nodding slowly. "Their name is [name]," her voice was hoarse as she kept an eye on you, "we both assisted the scientists in the medbay, back on Kamino ... they'd often do those weird tests on them, to the point they wouldn't show up for days afterwards." Hunter's blood boiled at the thought of the painful abuse you must've had to endure but he stayed composed. He had to focus on the task at hand after all.

"Are - are they okay?" Omega's eyes were wide as she glanced back at him. "They're alright so far," he slowly stood up, crossing his arms over his chest, "We took good care of their injuries. Tech and Echo found them earlier - they suspect they may have crashed nearby. Should that be the case, they can consider themselves lucky."

The light sound of a confused groan caught Hunter off-guard as he turned to look at you. "Well, look who's up."

You had squinted as your world had grown clearer with every passing second after you woke up, still trying to make out what was going on around you - until you had noticed the five figures standing in front of you. And then the panic set in. Had the Kaminoans already sent out people after you?

"Please don't bring me back," you had sniffled, hot tears already rolling down your cheeks, "I don't want to go back!" It had only been when a familiar girl had approached you with raised hands that you slowly but surely had started to calm down. "Omega?"

As it turns out, the men you had feared to be mercenaries were in fact the infamous Clone Force 99 that had gone rogue and deserted the Empire a few weeks before you escaped. Although you'd heard talk of them plenty of times from your brothers and the scientists, you had never met nor seen them in person as they were usually out on missions and only ever briefly stayed on Kamino. When Omega had left with them, you were heartbroken to see your sister go - most of your time was spent alongside her, after all.

By now, Cid, the Trandoshan woman the bar belonged to, had returned and to the Batch's apparent surprise, quickly took a liking to you; that or she at least pitied you enough to slide in a hot meal and grant you some company as she sat down with you and grunted every now and then while looking over her datapad. Either way, you weren't going to question it and simply enjoyed having the chance to fill your stomach after what felt like forever.

"So, how's AZ?" Omega had managed to squeeze in between you and Cid, eyes fixed on you. "He's okay," you mumbled between bites, "He helped me out a lot when I ... well ..." You frowned as you remembered your escape, setting down the spoon. Although you had fled with good reasons, you couldn't help but miss the place you had once called your home. Fortunately, Omega quickly caught on as she settled a hand on your shoulder with a warm smile.

"I know what it's like," her voice was firm and encouraging when she looked over her shoulder the other side of the bar, where the tall clone you'd earlier found out to be called Wrecker roared in frustration at one of the arcade games set up in the bar while the other, Tech, tried his best at explaining it to him. Echo, the one with the scomp arm, watched and shook his head with a sigh and the leader, Hunter, chuckled while playing with the vibroblade in his hand.

"Our brothers ... they know what they're doing. We keep each other safe," Omega then grabbed your hand tightly and grinned, "And as long as we're here, we'll keep you safe, too."

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liyatime · 8 months

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hii if requests are open i'd really like a heeseung with male!reader with them either in highschool or college au, with hee being the school's star basketball player. just something cute with hee calling reader his lucky charm and kissing him before every game, please <3 you can add more to the scenario if you want to!!

💭. . . "FROM KISSES TO VICTORIES" . . 🏀

🏀 pairing ; college au ! lee heeseung x college au ! male reader

🏀 genre ; fluff

🏀 cw ; kissing ??

💭 a/n ; THANKS FOR REQUESTING ANON! this concept is actually so cute 😭😭 <33

it was a (temporarily) sunny afternoon at the bustling basketball arena , where heeseung , the star player of his college basketball team was getting ready for a crucial home game. he couldn't help but feel a mix of excitement and nerves , knowing that (m/n) , his partner in crime would be in the stands cheering him on.

heeseung stood in front of the mirror , adjusting his red basketball jersey and giving himself a pep talk.

as he made his way to the court , heeseung looked for (m/n) in the stands , he started to sweat before the game even started, he was excited and nervous at the same time.

the moment (M/N) arrived at the arena , his eyes scanned the court to find heeseung's jersey number. when he spotted him , their heart skipped a beat. he couldn't help but admire how handsome his boyfriend looked in his #11 red jersey.. <3

"HEESEUNG!" (m/n) shouted , gaining hee's attention. heeseung waved excitedly at (m/n) from the court , fueling his excitement even more. (m/n) took a seat in the stands , smiling brightly and getting himself situated.

heeseung quickly diverted from his team to quickly talk to (m/n). (m/n) met his boyfriend on the sidelines and they gave each other a quick kiss , heeseung holding his hands, "I'm glad you could make it baby.." heeseung said , caressing the back of his boyfriend's hand with his thumb. "of course i came, i always come to your games!" (m/n) said excitedly , giving a toothy grin. they continued to talk for a good minute before heeseung had to return to the court, (m/n) smacked his butt for good luck.

as the game began , heeseung unleashed his secret weapon(s) , crazy and unexpected moves that left the opposing team dumbfounded. he dribbled through their defense like a hot knife through butter , spun in the air for jaw dropping layups , and even attempted a behind the back dunk that had the crowd gasping.

the crowd erupted in cheers , and (M/N) couldn't help but join in , his voice blending with the loud screams of excitement. the screams rumbled the stadium and heeseung could feel his ego building up with each scream.

Heeseung stole glances at (m/n) whenever he had a chance , flashing them a cheeky grin or blowing him a playful kiss. his presence gave him an extra boost of energy and a firey determination to win the game.

during a timeout , heeseung caught sight of (m/n) in the stands. he raised his hand and formed a heart shape with his fingers , mouthing an "I love you" to him. (m/n) blushed and blew a flying kiss back , sending a surge of warmth through heeseung's veins.

as the game reached its climax , heeseung's team was neck and neck with their opponents. with a few seconds left on the clock and the score tied, heeseung found himself with the ball.

after running down the court and dodging any attempt of the ball being stolen, he launched the ball through the air, and time seemed to stand still as it swished through the net , sealing the victory for his team. the crowd erupted into a frenzy , and heeseung turned to (m/n) , his face beaming with delight.

they waved at each other excitedly , giving each other eye catching toothy grins. heeseung couldn't wait for this game to be over so he could take his boyfriend in his arms.

as the crowd began exiting the gym , (m/n) waited on a bench outside for heeseung's team to exit. after a few minutes of waiting , the crowd had cleared out the gym , and it started to pour , luckily (m/n) was under the roof.

heeseung's team soon made it out of the building and heeseung was the first one out of the building, he spotted (m/n) waiting for him and ran up to him, they both hugged and heeseung shoved his head in the crook of (m/n)'s neck. "you won!" (m/n) exclaimed "of course i did , i won because you were there.." heeseung said , getting all sappy.

(m/n) giggled, continuing to hug heeseung. heeseung's team was teasing hee , whistling at him and (m/n). heeseung got flustered and sat on the bench with (m/n).

heeseung's team notified him they were leaving and left heeseung and (m/n) to their lonesome. "you know, (m/n).." heeseung started , (m/n) perked up. i couldn't have done it without you cheering me on your presence just.. gives me the power to win all my games." (m/n) blushed and leaned into heeseung's embrace , taking heeseung's hand into his.

"oh, please.. you were already amazing before i came along , but i have to admit, my cheers do have some secret magical effect on your game." (m/n) said , heeseung giggling. "but really (m/n).. i'm the luckiest guy to have you as my cheerleader.. you make every game thrilling and every victory sweeter , i wouldn't play for anyone else.." heeseung said.

heeseung leaned in , brushing his lips against (m/n)'s in a tender , sappy moment.

after a while of (m/n) and heeseung and their moment , they decided it was time to head home , it wouldn't stop pouring and it was dark. they stood at the end of the cement , (m/n)'s jacket over their heads , "RUN !" heeseung exclaimed , they jumped off the cement and ran towards the nearest bus stop together.

they made it to the bus stop and threw themselves onto the bench , (m/n)'s head leaning against heeseung's shoulder as they panted. heeseung saw (m/n)'s eyes were closed and leaned into his ear and whispered,

" 사랑해, 나의 소중한 LUCKY CHARM "

#liyatime. . 💭.#divider by skylightlantern #kpop #kpop x male reader #kpop fanfic #heeseung #heeseung x male reader #heeseung fanfic #enhypen #enhypen x male reader #college au #basketball au #fluff fic

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miyazas · 2 years

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Hellooo! I have a request if you take them. Could you do a pt 2 if haikyuu boys sneaking in including Osamu and Iwaizumi + others of your choice? If you can’t that okay and I understand!

-<3 anon

SNEAKING INTO YOUR ROOM PART 2 — FT.HAIKYUU

[❤︎] — Miya Osamu, Iwaizumi Hajime, Bokuto Koutarou , Aran Ojiro

warnings: suggestive content, making out, Arans is hinted at friends to lovers

PART 1 | PART 3 | TOKREV VER

MIYA OSAMU ༢

“Your room is so fuckin’ cute, darlin.” Osamu teases as he lifts the stuffed animal that sits on your desk. “Samu stop teasing me.” You huff and yank it out of his hands before gently setting it back where it belongs. “m’ not teasin’ m’just stating a fact. What’s this one’s name huh?” He grabs another animal this time from your bed. “Leave them alone Samu.” You whine and try to grab the brown teddy bear from his hands. “Can’t, this little bear just can’t keep its paws off me.” “You wish Samu, now give me my bear back or we aren’t cuddling tonight.” You pull the bear out of his hands and hold onto it as you make yourself comfortable in bed. “Taking away ma cuddles privileges darlin’, that’s harsh.” He holds his chest in winces before settling himself in bed. “Are those glow up stars on the ceilin’? Took mines down when a’ was eight.” “Go to sleep Samu!”

IWAIZUMI HAJIME ༢

You feel yourself start to drool when you see Hajime lift himself inside your window with little to no effort.Biceps bulging out of his muscle tee he swings on leg over the window seal and is met with you impatiently waiting for him in your satin nightgown. “Hurry Haji, hurry!” You pull on his sleeve. “You ever learn a thing or two ‘bout patience doll?” He growls when he almost tips from your insistent pulling. “Yea yea, I want a kiss.” You grin and jump into your boyfriend's arms before shoving your lips on his. Hajime groans when he feels the softness of your body connect with his hard one like pieces of a puzzle. “I think I need to teach my doll a lesson about patience.” Iwaizumi chuckles before he gently sets you on the bed.

BOKUTO KOUTAROU ༢

“Push your shoulders together and just slide in Kou.” You tell him as he struggles to fit his big frame in your too small window. “Eugh! Did your window get smaller since the last time?” he complains as half of his body hangs inside of your room and the other hangs out your window. “ I think I’m stuck, help!” Kou starts to yell and you scurry to clamp his mouth shut. “Kou, you’re going to get us caught.” You whine and pull him—with all your might—into your bedroom. Boruto finally falls into the room and immediately stands up as if he didn’t take a harsh fall to the hard ground. “Baby, I missed you so so much.” He wraps his arms around your waist and sits you on the desk right next to the window. “Missed this nose,” he kisses your nose, “missed those pretty eyes,” he kisses your fluttering eyelids and you slowly wrap your legs around his hips “especially missed this cute pout” he plants a wet kiss on your lips. “Let me kiss you some more before we go the bed, please?”

ARAN OJIRO ༢

Aran stealthily sneaks into your bedroom window like he’s done this one hundred times, because he has. “Ro, what are you doing here?” You whisper hiss because he’s not supposed to be here. “Had to come keep my baby some company, obviously.” He rolls his eyes as if that was obvious. “Since when did I text you for some company?” You remark when he flops on your bed face forward. “I read your thoughts.” He says trying to hold in his smile as he wraps his arm around your waist and shoving his face in your stomach. “You got a crush on me or something?” You tease and rub at the back of his head. “Shut up and cuddle me.” He chuckles and the vibrations course through your body. “Like platonically?” You stutter as your face starts to heat up. “Don’t make me spell it out for you, you know I want you.”

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