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vodika-vibes · 5 months

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Hi! I love your work so much

This is my first request ever🤣

It was so difficult finding fics with Skirata’s, Delta’s etc boys! You are a breath of fresh air, truly.

I'm a sucker for Niner🤤 (and Mereel, or Sev🥴)

Idk! I had this idea in my mind like coming back to Kyrimorut, always have been in love with reader “secretly”.

Prompts “I want you. I need you.” with some seasoning like ❝ i think you're probably the only one who understands me. ❞ or ❝ not one person is more important to me than you. ❞

🫡🫡 SMUT SMUTTY🫡🫡

Make what you want really, i love ALL your works😂

Thank you and take care💞

Saludos desde 🇪🇸🫨

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Summary: A plate of cookies that Niner doesn't want to share, leads to a delightful change of your situation with him.

Pairing: Niner Skirata x F!Reader

Word Count: 1254

Warnings: Smut, cock warming

Tagging: @trixie2023 @n0vqni

A/N: Well! I am honored that you chose me to be the first person you sent a request to! I hope you enjoy this! I wasn't able to make the full smut work, so I hope this is okay!

“Welcome back!” You grin up at Niner as you push away from the wall when he steps off the ship.

Niner pulls his helmet off and flashes you the smallest smile, “This is a surprise, I wasn’t expecting you to be waiting for me.”

You make a face, “No such luck, I’m afraid. I’m waiting for Kal. He has a message from Kamino.” He looks disappointed for a moment, so you favor him with your warmest smile, “But I am happy to see you.”

“Yeah?”

“Yeah.” You peek around him, “But, um, I have to get back to work, and I’m sure you have things you need to do. I made some cookies, and left them in your locker. I hope you like them.”

“I’m sure they’re…great.” But you’re already gone, hurrying over to Kal to deliver the message to him, and then you’re gone from the hanger, heading back to your office.

Though you do take a moment to wave at Niner before you leave. He is your favorite, after all.

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Later that same day, after you’ve handed the comm over to the night shift person (an older woman with a pinched face who cannot stand working with clones, which is why she chose night shift) you retire to your suite.

And you’re pleasantly surprised when you reach your room and you see Niner waiting for you. “Niner, I thought for sure you’d be resting.”

“Well, I have a bunch of cookies and a bunch of asshole brothers, so I thought I’d come and eat them in a place that’s safe and no one will steal them.” Niner replies with a broad grin.

You grin right back at him, and open the door to let him in, “Sorry for the mess.”

“I assure you my bunk is messier,” Niner replies as he follows you into your suite, “Although, I don’t have quite so many…lacy things around my room.” He adds with a wide grin as he picks up a bra that’s hanging off a chair, “I didn’t know you had so many lacy things, honestly.”

You flush, rip the material from his hands, and then fling it across the room. “They can’t go in the dryer! That’s the only reason it’s out.”

Niner is staring at you like he’s trying to puzzle something out, “Do you always wear lace? Are you wearing lace right now?”

Your face burns, “...I might be.”

His lips part for a moment, and he sets the plate of cookies on the table, “Can I see?” He asks, his gaze locked with yours, “I know, it’s kind of a weird request, but…”

“But?”

“But I want you.” Niner pauses and then laughs at himself, “Want is kind of an understatement, actually. I need you.”

You flush, “You…Niner-”

He takes a step closer to you, and reaches out to brush the back of his fingers against your cheek, “There’s not one person who’s more important to me than you are.”

His fingers trail from your cheek to your neck, and then settles lightly at the base of your throat, just over the top most button of your uniform. “I didn’t think you were interested,” You admit, your voice quiet, “You never indicated one way or the other.”

His deft fingers pop the first button open, and then, when you don’t move to stop him, he nimbly opens the rest, and pushes the material onto the floor. “I’ve wanted you since the day we met.” Niner leans in and hesitantly presses his lips to a spot beneath your ear, “You were wearing your hair in a knot on the top of your head,” He murmurs, “And all I could think about is how you’d look with your neck covered in my marks.”

“That long?” You ask.

He hums in response, and lazily nibbles on that spot under your ear, and then he grins when you moan. “You like that then?” You press your lips against his clothed shoulder, your face burning, and you gasp when he does it again, “Yeah, you like that.” Niner teases.

Your face burns a little hotter, and you avert your gaze.

He pulls away and swiftly tugs your shirt up and off, leaving you in your bra and your pants. Niner tosses your shirt to the side, and his gaze immediately locks on your breasts.

You nervously cross your arms over them, “I know they’re not the biggest-”

Niner catches your hands and lightly pulls them back down to your sides, “They’re perfect, just like you.” Once he’s sure that you’re not going to try and hide from him, he brings his hands up to lightly trace the lace lining the edges of your bra.

Your breath catches and you moan, “Niner-”

“You’re so much softer than I ever imagined.” He breathes out, “Stars, I could just touch you like this for hours.”

You huff out a breath, and you reach up, wrapping your arms around his neck, and you tug him down to crash your lips against his. Niner releases a breathless laugh against your lips, his arm sliding tightly around your waist to hold you tightly.

“Impatient,” He chides, once he breaks the kiss.

“I’ve been patient.” You counter, your hands sliding under his top, “I’ve been so, so patient. I’m done being patient.”

He grins, “Alright, cyar’ika. What do you want?”

“I want you naked, and I want you to fuck me so good that I can’t walk tomorrow.” You say as your lips hover over his for a moment, “And if that’s not acceptable for you, I want to ride you until neither of us can think straight.”

Niner groans at your words, and he releases you to take a step back just long enough to rip his clothes off and throw them to the side, “You riding me until neither of us can think straight sounds like a good start,” He says breathlessly, before his lips are against yours again, and he’s tugging you backwards towards the bed. “Clothes off, cyar’ika.”

You stumble a little bit as you peel the rest of your clothing off, tossing everything to the side to be dealt with at another time, and then you’re pressed firmly against him.

His hands glide across your body with a fever boarding on desperation, and you can totally understand, after all, you never thought you’d get the chance to touch him like this.

Before you can blink, he’s laid out on your bed, and you’re straddling his hips. His hands are on your hips, supporting you, and your hands are sitting on his chest for support.

Slowly, you ease down his length, and as soon as he’s settled completely inside you, your head tilts back as you adjust to the feeling. Praise falls from Niner’s lips without him really thinking about it, and he gazes up at you in adoration.

You’re about to start moving, when he drags you down so he’s able to kiss you. “Can we just stay like this, for a bit?” Niner asks, as he holds you still.

“You don’t want-?”

“Oh I do. I do want. More than I can put into words.” Niner reassures, “but I need this, just like this, just for a bit.” His grin is a little crooked, “How long can you hold out, cyare?”

You laugh softly and press your forehead against his, “As long as you want me to.”

And then he’s kissing you again, and for a moment, you think that this is what love must be.

#star wars #tcw #niner skirata x reader #niner x reader #answered asks #x reader fanfiction #18+ fic #clone thirsting

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blurryface-never-left · 1 year

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I know many of us have been questioning and theorizing who Clancy is. Recently a clique member on the TOP reddit has given a whole new perspective on who(or what) Clancy may be.

(THIS IS NOT MY THEORY. WHAT IS SHOWN BELOW IS THE TEXT PROVIDED IN THE REDDIT POST I LINKED ABOVE FOR THOSE WHO DON'T WANT TO USE THE LINK. Everything in the post is copied below):

Maybe Clancy isn't a Who, but a what?

Okay, So I just wanted to get this out there because I feel like some new lore is gonna drop here soon in the next few months.

So, everyone is always talking about how Tyler is playing Clancy, and until SAI I disagreed. I felt that in Trench that Josh played the Role of Clancy.

The Clancy letters talk about how Clancy's bishop is Keons, and describes Keons as being kind. Later on, Clancy talks about the scene in Jumpsuit where Nico arrives and hunts down Tyler, but his POV isn't told from Tyler's point of view. It is told from someone watching the interaction happen, he even makes a note to mention that he has never encountered or seen a bishop that aggressive before. but in the MV there is one specific bandito standing over watching this interaction, Josh. Now, to be fair, in the Clancy letters, immediately after seeing the interaction with Tyler and Nico, he talks about discovering the existence of Banditos and being surprised that there were others out in the wilderness. But after all "This is a story about Cycles" it could simply be that when Clancy wrote that letter, he had not yet become a bandito.

I think, that at this time, Clancy was Josh. but I think as the cycle continued, and Tyler escaped Dema time and time again and spent time with the Banditos in between that time and Clancy would become friends. But what if after a while, they devised a plan to switch places, then having Tyler play the role of Clancy?

Later in Trench, there is the song Morph. Lyrics such as "I'll Morph into someone else" and "Defense Mechanism Mode." This is a very lore heavy song referencing Nico directly. It also talks about kind of strategizing on what to do "I am surrounded..... There's no 'above, ' or 'under, ' or 'around' it.... If I keep moving, they won't know...I'll morph to someone else " and you could argue that even ending the Song with a "Josh Dun" could imply that he is either Morphing into Josh, or that Clancy's new name that he has morphed into is Josh.

During the Sai Era, everyone was tipped off that the bishops had creative control over the band due to the changing in positions in the promo pictures. For those who don't know, or need a refresher, Tyler is traditionally on the Right and Josh is traditionally on the left. That is the way it has been since the Vessel Era for all album promos. Maybe the switch wasn't to convey simply that something was wrong, but that as far as the bishops knew, they were in their right spots, with Clancy on the left and Tyler on the right. Would the bishops know them by name? This switch could be further confirmed by when Tyler dyed his hair pink. In the past that was always something Josh did. Red for Blurryface, yellow for trench and a few colors in between.

Then another Clancy letter would be released. In this letter the events of the Outside MV and the SAI Livestreamed were discussed and the very real change of POVs take place. It is unmistakably told from Tyler's perspective as he speaks about writing the livestream and performing it. He goes on to talk about arriving to the island of Voldsoy and in this, he clearly references Josh as the "Torchbearer". But why is this the first time he is referenced? He was there in Dema during Nico and the Niners MV, he was there in Levitate MV after the rescue. In the following Clancy letter he mentions that the Torchbearer has a plan, is this the same plan discussed in Morph?

Is Clancy not so much of a person, but a name passed between two Bandito's trying to end the Cycle of Dema and the Bishops who reign?

#top #top theory #Clancy theory #twenty one pilots theory #twentyønepiløts #Demaverse theory #textpost

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abbatoirablaze · 2 years

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TM Tragedy, Season 2, Chapter 2

Word Count: 1.9k

Warnings: MAJOR TW: Rape, women being abused sexually and physically, threats, aggression, acts of violence. Angst. Being drugged, abduction.

Tig’s POV

It was well into the party when a Black Audi came up into the lot. I looked at Clay, "what's this? Were we expecting someone other than Bobby?"

He shook his head and turned towards the people getting out of the car. He stood firmly in front of the well-dressed people, shaking his head, "sorry, folks…the garage is closed."

"We're not here for uh, car repairs," a man said. He was dressed in a nice suit, "I understand you are a Comacho fan."

I looked the jackass up and down. He was trying to hand Clay a box of cigars, but he wasn't taking em, "Who the hell are you?"

"We're just dropping by to give you a little friendly advice," a second guy said. He was dressed in a simple white button up. Had short cropped hair.

"And what advice would that be?"

"We feel it would be best for all concerned," the leader began. He paused, almost unsure of the words about to come out of his mouth, "if you stopped dealing arms to the one niners and the Mayans."

A few of us started laughing.

"I don't know what you're talking about," Clay laughed shaking his head, "we're just mechanics and Harley lovers. Don’t know nothing about any guns.”

"That's one of Darby's guys back there," I said, nodding my head to Clay. His smile faded ever so slightly, and I looked to Gemma, “get behind me…”

The leader seemed to hear it, "Yes, Mr. Darby is one of our supporters."

"Hmmm," Clay said, looking at the guys, "Expensive car. Hell of a suit. All your teeth. Must be the top of the Aryan food chain, huh?"

"What you do for a living is between you and your maker," the guy began, "I'm not here to adjust your moral compass. This is just a reality check. You're a criminal and you're done selling guns to color."

I narrowed my eyes at these jackasses and pulled my gun from my jeans, being sure they heard me cock it.

"What, are you going to shoot me Mr. Traeger?" he asked, "with all these witnesses."

"Look, uh," Clay began, a chuckle leaving his throat, "I don't know what Darby told you and uh, I don't know what your angle is but let me be real clear. Nobody threatens SAMCRO. And nobody tells us what we can or can't do. Black...brown, or white. So why don't you just climb back into your little German clown car and drive back to Nazi town. Because the next time you piss all over my shoes. I will kill you-and I don't give a shit about how many witnesses there are."

"My shop opens in a few weeks," he said, putting the box of cigars at Clay's feet. He put his hands up momentarily, then he handed him a card, "enjoy the cigars, Mr. Morrow."

I watched as the jackass went back to his car, then the idiot in the button up turned around, bumping into Mandy. He apologized but both she and Gemma seem disgusted by him. Clay handed Juice the card and he took Mandy's hand, leading her inside. Gemma went over to Clay.

I walked past Gemma with Happy and we followed those Nazi idiots until they started backing their car out of the garage."

Eddie's POV

"I'm really surprised you said yes," I said as I handed her the drink, "I didn't really think you'd say yes to me."

"Why wouldn't i?"

"I don't know, did your dad and brother tell you anything about this morning?"

She shook her head, "I uh...I try not to be involved with club business. They just asked me how I would feel going out tonight with you."

"That's probably smart," I laughed. She faked a smile and took a large gulp of the wine. I frowned and bit my lip. She had all the tell-tale signs of not being into me, but I knew she was doing it for her family, “the wine…do you like it?”

"Wow," she said, putting it down quickly as she made a face, "that's sweet."

"Yeah," I laughed, "I uh, didn't know what to get. I-I’m sorry.”

"I'm a hard liquor kind of girl," she replied. I put my glass down and sat next to her on the couch, "so tell me about you?"

"Well, what would you like to know?"

"I don't know," she said with a shrug, "tell me anything."

"Anything?"

She nodded. I smiled, "okay, well I work with my dad. We sell guns to your dad...and well we're also supplying another group of gentlemen too. They said they saw you guys earlier tonight."

"What?" she asked.

She was having trouble focusing on me. She looked a little dizzy," are you okay?"

"Did you say you sell guns to more people, and they saw me?"

"Funny you should reiterate that," I said, "but yes. And you see they had a very lucrative offer. I'm not supposed to tell you any of this. Just know it's nothing personal. All business. They just pay better. I do find you attractive, but after they told me you were with the darker one from this morning you wouldn't make a suitable girl. I’m sorry…you’re very sweet though."

"You're speaking too fast," she said, holding her head, "everything you're saying is blurring together."

"Aww don't worry about it," I said, "you'll be passed out in a few moments. But before you do, just remember this is because your dad is choosing to sell the guns, and he was, or is, selling them to the people of color. He shouldn't be doing that."

"Eddie what did you do?" she asked.

Before I could give her any sort of response she slumped over on the couch and Zobelle's daughter came out of the next room, "See! That wasn't too bad, was it?"

"What are you going to do with her?"

She shrugged, "I don't question what my father asks me to do. All I know is that I'm to take her to a warehouse. Weston and a few guys will take it from there.

"They aren't going to kill her, are they?"

"No," she said, shaking her head, "probably just scare her a little bit. We want her alive. Her and her mom."

"So, are we still on for later tonight?" I asked.

She smiled, "of course. Now help me load her into the back of the van."

Gemma’s POV

"Oh god," the woman cried, running from her van, "please. My baby. He swallowed something. He's choking. Please help me."

I dropped my gun back in my purse.

Mistake one.

I turned my back to her.

Mistake two.

I pulled a blanket away to see a god damned doll. I didn't turn immediately, because where I'd thrown the blanket I could see Mandy passed out on the backseat. My breath caught in my throat as I reached out for her, “baby?”

But she didn’t move. When I turned to question everything, it was lights out.

"M-mandy?" I croaked. My throat felt like it was on fire. What was once blurry slowly came into focus. How long had I been out?

My throat felt dry. Too dry. I tried to get some sort of saliva built up so my voice worked well enough to call for help.

That's when I felt the digging feeling in my wrists. My shoulders ached.

I went to move my hands but realized that I couldn't. When I looked up, I saw why. I was cuffed to the damn fence. Down the way I could see the outlines of three people. I couldn't see their faces. The god damned cowards had masks on.

My heart raced as I tried to focus on everything that was around me.

"What do you want?" I asked worriedly, "Where was my daughter. That bitch had her in the van. Do you know who I am? You know what I CAN DO TO YOU? Take off the mask you goddamn filthy piece of shit."

They circled around me, and I kicked the one I knew I could reach. Got him in the groin and he keeled over. He was still close enough so I kicked him in the face.

Another bastard jumped me and began to punch me then ripped open my shirt.

I tried screaming. They began pulling at my pants, and I fought harder. The second guy got up and two of them began to wrestle away my jeans. I was left naked from the bottom down as they flipped me over.

I felt the sick assholes breathing on my neck, "we weren't gonna go this far, but the boss said if you gave us any trouble we could do you too."

I tried to scream against him but he covered my mouth, "LIGHTS!"

A spotlight came on and I could see through the gate. Mandy was bound and blindfolded. She was naked. I could see her mascara had run down her cheeks and chin.

"I'll do whatever you want," I groaned, feeling sick to my stomach, "let her go. Let her go."

"Can't let you off that easy, ma'am." One of them said apologetically.

I watched as one of the men went over to her and pulled the blindfold from her face. She began screaming and tried to fight against the guy but it was no use. She was handcuffed to the fence too. She began to scream and cry. Begging me to come save her. Begging for her dad to save her. She was begging for Juice to save her.

They got sick of hearing her and put a gag in her.

But that didn't stop the crying.

That didn't stop the light going out in her eyes as I watched her stop fighting. As I watched my baby go numb once the first guy released inside of her and the second took his chance.

That's when they flipped me around and it was my turn.

"It'll all be over soon ma'am."

And he entered me.

Eventually I had passed out...just after their second go around, when they told me to tell Clay to stop selling guns to anyone of color.

When I woke up, they were gone.

I was covered in a blanket. The cage that they had locked Mandy in to separate us was unlocked and she was crying. Rocking herself back and forth.

Her clothes were shredded, but she had found a tarp to cover herself.

She had cuts and bruises all over her body.

"Mandy?"

No answer.

I tried to get up and move myself to her, but my lower half hurt too much.

"Baby please," I cried out to her, "Mandy I can't move."

Her sobs got quieter until she pushed herself away from the chain link fence. She was still turned away from me, "don't look at me."

"I’m so sorry baby," I cried, "this is all my fault. Please look at me, Mandy."

She sniffed, "They said it was dad's fault. The-they said…”

"Baby," I said, trying to reach out to her. She turned to me. One of her eyes was nearly swollen shut and her lip was split. She had dried blood on her hands and around her mouth. It felt like someone had punched me in the gut, "Oh jesus."

She whispered, sniffling again, "told me that maybe if I wasn't too busy fucking the dark boy in the club a real white man can show me a good time. I bit one of their arms...guess they didn't like that."

"Come here baby."

"I'm so exhausted," she cried, "I just want to sleep mom."

I leaned up against the fence and pulled myself forward a bit. She crawled over to me until we finally met by the door of the cage. I pulled off my undershirt and handed it to her then wrapped the blanket around us, "we'll get through this baby. I promise."

Chapter 3

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#soa #sons of anarchy season 2 #sons of anarchy #tm tragedy season 2 #motorcycle #motorcycle clubs #mc #charming #soa tig #tig trager #alexander trager #gemma teller #soa gemma

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