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genericpuff · 3 months

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(disclaimer, this is coming from a heartstopper fan! i love heartstopper this is not hate!!)

i think at least part of the annoyance with heartstopper isn't just that isn't a light fluffy ya series, it's also that its another example of how the queer media that gets the most mainstream attention tends to be this kind of light fluffy ya stuff that focuses on two conventially attractive queer boys or men and it also tends to be written by people who aren't queer men on top of that, so not only can it feel very samey but it can feel like other queer people are relegated to side characters in the stories of cis gay men. and as someone who loves heartstopper i get that on some level.

btw by "written by people who aren't queer men" NOT saying that isn't not written by queer people. alice oseman is genderfluid and aroace, becky albertalli is bisexual, etc. and while i think the point is still valid there is a misogyny element in that a lot of the focus is put on things that are written by women or people they perceive as women while tumblr darlings like good omens and ofmd (written by presumably straight men) don't get the same treatment.

nah y'know what, that's fair, I can get how frustrating it can be for a lot of popular queer stories to feel samey, I've definitely gotten BL-fatigue in the past on platforms like WT and Tapas because many of them ARE the same and feel like they're just piggybacking off trends for the sake of clout (and this is a problem in the heterocis romance stories too, don't get me fucking started on how dark romance has turned into torture porn where vulnerable women are constantly being victimized by rich powerful men and we're just supposed to root for that ??), but it's one of those things where like, what might be seen as just more corny shit could very well be the revelation another person needs that they're gay / trans / etc. that the story helped them realize. there's just a point where i see these arguments against cheesy popular queer stories that teeter dangerously close to being queerphobic and, as you said, misogynist, simply because "it was written by someone who i perceive as a woman so that makes it BAD!"

and I didn't mention it in the original post because I didn't want to @ OP in any way but in the comment section they literally said "i dont think heartstopper itself is all that bad but it has pretty much aimed the direction of all mainstream gay comics towards wholesomeness instead of anything more interesting so i want to destroy heartstopper to destroy heartstopper clones" and that gives me massive ick because it implies their sole reasoning for including it was "chill and happy queer stories bad, if a character doesn't suffer enough then they're not interesting"?? why can't LGBTQ+ audiences have more 'vanilla' stories that aren't all sad and angsty all the time? are we not entitled to the same corny romcom vanilla shit that the heterocis are entitled to? why do LGBTQ+ characters - and by extension, people - have to suffer to qualify as being 'interesting'? You're already interesting, you're you! like i'm sorry, are we trying to scare people straight??? 😭 shit, that's even a plot point that's touched on in Heartstopper itself where Nick is questioning his sexuality and he starts googling shit and it's just ALL the terrifying news stories of queer kids being ostracized / bullied / murdered / etc. and as much as it's important to be aware of the ongoing issues so we can keep fighting for our rights, we ALSO need to find balance and remember to celebrate the stories that AREN'T that because we need something to be hopeful for, something we can find peace in. I don't think Heartstopper is some deeply profound piece of work, but it also doesn't seem like it's trying to be? It's a low stakes celebration of the LGBTQ+ experience that's very warm and comforting, especially for those who are the same ages as the main characters who are often being persuaded by the grown-ups around them that it's a death sentence to be gay / trans / etc.

and it's not like we HAVEN'T had popular pieces of queer representative media that explored things outside of cheesy BL, like are we forgetting about Nimona which explored both the gay and genderfluid experience in a very accessible and fun way while still being mature and not pandering to its audience over how society has made monsters out of queer people?

(and even then I'm sure there are folks who would argue "actually, here are the issues with Nimona" , and that's fine tbh, we can like media and appreciate what it brings to the table while also discussing what it lacks in, such as what we're doing now with Heartstopper! progress is a never-ending journey!!)

and also okay, not me trying to be argumentative in the slightest BUT I don't really get the argument that 'other queer people' are being sidelined for the main characters? unless there's something I'm missing here lol (I will apologize for that because it's admittedly been a while since I've re-read Heartstopper so I should probably go do that to refresh myself on it). like i say that in the sense that Heartstopper is clearly meant to be about two gay male teenagers. just like how Nimona is about a shapeshifter who is not a girl or a boy (they're Nimona!) and a gay man who are both trying to change the system that's other'd them for years for the better. that is the story Heartstopper is trying to tell and it achieves that. it also has a trans character plotline that I could see people arguing feels sidelined but I think there's a massive difference between 'sidelining' and just having a B plot ? my honest take with that is not every piece of representative media is going to be able to cover every single topic, it's just not doable for one piece of media to be a monolith for everything, the same as how one person can't be a monolith for an entire community of people. BUT that doesn't mean works like Heartstopper and Nimona can't inspire others to also lend their voices into the medium and create that representation that's needed. That's why we need ✨variety✨ and Heartstopper is part of that variety by offering a more vanilla cutesy story full of good vibes for people who want that sort of thing.

IDK, I think there's just a lot of nuance that's being missed in that poll, and in the difference between Heartstopper inspiring more people to write happy cozy BL stories vs. implying that it's had an actual negative influence on modern art and media in the same way that series like Homestuck and LO have to the point that people think it needs to be destroyed, like wtf LOL Like they're not even comparable IMO and a lot of the arguments I see people making about why it is just feel a little backwards, and those arguments obfuscate the real issue which is just "popular thing is popular and people like to piggyback off popular shit". That's a fact for basically any niche and genre, these trends come and go. Even if the whole cutesy BL trend passes one day (which it will) it'll be replaced by something else that people will also inevitably find samey and boring after a while. This is not a concept that's unique to LGBTQ+ media, it's universal.

Balance is important and I think finding that balance is as much a responsibility on the shoulders of the consumer as it is on the creator. And I don't think Heartstopper deserves to be put into the same camp as stories like LO which literally straightwashes its canonically queer characters and gives those queer identities to nothingburger characters who are easy to shoo out of the plot to make way for the heterocis ones (while still parading itself around like it's actually 'queer rep' which... it really isn't.) Like all three of the comics in that poll are vastly different, serving different audiences, with different goals and intentions. It's comparing apples to oranges to pineapples.

The worst Heartstopper has to offer is just a low stakes plot that might not appeal to everyone or feel 'samey' which yeah, valid, but in the grander sense of whether or not it's had a negative effect on queer media just for being... cheesy? And inspiring other people to write stories like it? I don't get the argument, it feels like it's severely missing the point of what we're fighting for here - to live happy little unbothered lives - but that's just me ╮(￣ω￣;)╭ I'm definitely not trying to be a dick about it in any way and I don't want anyone to think I'm not open to the opposing points here, I do agree with you on the oversaturation of samey BL stories, but it just rose some massive red flags to see Heartstopper next to frigging Homestuck and Lore Olympus LOL

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ace-uncorks-the-bottle · 1 year

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I've done a lot of maturing over the years. I used to be a lot worse than I am now. But sometimes, like tonight, I am reminded of just how little I've changed. How I still have the same problems I had before. I haven't actually FIXED anything yet. I've just gotten better at recognizing the fact that they're problems at all.

I am endlessly frustrated with myself. My dad is absolutely right. I'm stubborn and I don't think things through and I'm entitled and I believe that it's the responsibility of OTHERS to make space for ME. I'm very selfish. I was not "too selfless" before, I just had anxiety issues. I still have those, btw.

I want to just be better. To be fixed. To catch up with my peers in an instant. I expect too much of myself and if I'm not actually at the point I want to be at, I'll judge myself closer to my goal than I actually am. I'm too gracious with my self-praise about how much growth I've been through.

And I'm such a child. I have no internal motivation. I have no internal validation. I desperately crave those things from other people because i KNOW it's a problem but I don't know how to fix it on my own. So I expect others to pick up the slack. I feel absolutely wretched and shameful and disgusted.

I have termites in my room. It's a problem. But it's not the biggest problem and it's not what's actually bothering me. If I weren't dealing with other things I could handle this just fine with no issues. But it's the latest fork in the hedge of forks littering my back. Chance was right. I didn't get it at the time and I didn't want to hear it because I just felt so awful, but he was totally right. He pegged my situation more accurately than someone fucking their clone.

And I don't know what to do. I've not run out of hope or anything. I haven't exhausted ANY of my options. I just don't know what my next step is. I don't know how to move forward from here. I don't like the idea that there probably IS no step forward. The only thing I can do is practice mindfulness. I need to learn to be okay with things not going my way. I need to be okay with not saying anything. With having my opinion be drowned out or kept to myself.

I really don't like that. I don't like having to walk to the edge of my bubble of self-importance. I don't like that, if I want to move forward and progress, I actually have to take a step back. I need to spend some time (lot of time) just listening to others and letting my opinion on it die. But I want to be heard SO badly. And I don't know if I have the bravery to just let myself be a background character in my own life. I can handle not being a priority in other people's lives but in my own? To be so completely unimportant in MY story? It feels so unfair. But I need to do it. And all I have to do is have it happen once. And then once 1 more time. And again. And again. And again. Until it becomes something I'm just comfortable with. And I need to stop letting my shame turn me into a horror and a pitiful son story that everyone has to step carefully around. *I* am the one making it difficult for others to be near me but I'm ALSO the one that can do something about it. I just have to start. And as impossible as it is, as strenuous, as treacherous, as terrifying, and as unjust as it is... it's also not going to be that hard. I can do this. I can be the better person I want to be. And I will.

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lady-djarin · 3 years

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only a sith deals in absolutes

obi-wan kenobi x senator!f!reader

(pt. ii)

PART I HERE

warnings: inappropriate use of the force, smut, p in v sex, use of the title master, edging, semi-public sex, slight dom behavior bc who doesn't love daddy-wan kenobi, minors dni 18+

word count: 1,757

a/n: so i really just went nuts here, i know this is not canon accurate as to how the force works or anything so don't come after me, oh and this is all rots obi-wan btw ;) and i know this is kind of short so im sorry!

You were at a long table in one of the meeting rooms in the senate building on Coruscant, Padme on your right and Obi-Wan and Anakin in front of you both. The four of you were looking through holopads with every move documented from the war. You were trying to find a way around sending more clones to their deaths, which will accomplish nothing. You all had been there for what felt like all day, finding no alternative plan. You were beginning to grow frustrated at the lack of a breakthrough.

“Maker, why is nothing making any sense,” you rubbed your face in annoyance.

“I feel like there is no way around it, wars are won with soldiers, not talking. We have to send them in,” Anakin was always the more...brutal, of your group.

“General, with all due respect, we could send a thousand troops into this war and never make any headway,” Padme was always the peaceful one.

You all spent some more time debating the matter while all growing increasingly frustrated. It had been a few days since your encounter with Obi-Wan, it had been really the only thing on your mind. The feeling of his fingers curling inside you and his mouth on your skin still made your knees weak. Ever since, you and Master Kenobi had been catching eachothers eyes all day, trying not to let your gaze linger very long. As your debates started to die down, you were all feeling a little tense from sitting for too long. You started to roll the tension out of your shoulders as you felt the familiar feeling of someone watching you, a presence that lingered around you. You looked around, finding no one else in the room except the four of you.

You had learned a little about the Force from the Jedi you had worked with but had of course never experienced it for yourself. With two Jedi in the same room you thought maybe you could be feeling something from them but both men looked to be focused on something else. The feeling was almost like a pulsing thickness in the air, something that coated your skin. After a few minutes of it not going away, you started to feel slightly ansty.

Obi-Wan was noticing your nervous behavior and knew you were feeling his efforts. He knew he loved to see your reactions to his teasing, he wanted to take it a step further. He reached out through the Force, sensing your presence and washing a feeling of calm over you. He instantly saw the reaction you had to it and a small smile cracked on his face. He decided to take it a step further.

You felt a soft sensation climb up your legs, almost like delectae fingers tracing up the inside of your thighs. The sudden feeling startled you at first, thinking something was under the table. You looked around the table at your companions, who seemed like they felt nothing. Your gaze met Master Kenobi’s to find him smiling at you with lust in his eyes. You quickly caught on to what he was doing, smiling back at him.

You had no idea the Force could be used in this way, something physical another person could feel. You quickly caught on to what he was doing once you felt the ghost sensation go up towards the apex of your thighs. Your body was betraying you and reacting to his movements, you couldn't stay still as he teased you. This went on for almost an hour, Obi-Wan using the force to create soft touches on and around your core. You were fidgeting in your seat the rest of the night, Padme often leaning over to ask if you were alright. One particular moment you felt a harsh pleasure inside your walls, mimicking when his fingers made that curling motion. You lurched forward and a loud inhale made its way past your lips in surprise. Everyone looked at you, making sure you were ok.

“Sorry, must be a stomach ache…” you grabbed your stomach in fake pain, giving Master Kenobi a warning look.

“You know, I think we should all get some rest,” Padme stood from her seat and said her goodbyes. Anakin quickly followed to ‘make sure she got back alright’, as usual. As soon as the room was empty you let out a relieved moan as you sunk down into your chair. Obi-Wan couldn't help but smirk at your reaction, loving how it all affected you. He rose from his chair, circled around to you all while keeping up his use of the Force to torture you in the most exquisite way. His large hands landed on your shoulders as he lowered his mouth to your ear, his delicious voice leaving goosebumps along your skin.

“You did very good for me, little one,” he peppered your neck with kisses as the invisible touch was building pleasure in your pelvis. All you could do in response was whimper and grip the edge of the table for dear life. You were quickly tumbling towards your release and Obi-Wan knew it, and he also knew that he could be a nice guy and let you finish, but he wasn't feeling very nice right now.

“Oh Maker, Obi-Wan don’t stop,” your voice was a hushed moan. If Obi-Wan wasn't so determined to drag this out, your plea would have almost worked. Right as you were about to fall apart he withdrew his Force signature and watched as you whined in response. You cried out in frustration, got up and grabbed the Jedi Master’s robes that were across his chest to pull him into a heated kiss. Your hands were on each other in no time, trying to feel as much of each other as possible.

“You’ve made me wait long enough,” you pulled away just enough to give him a dirty look before he grabbed your waist and put you on top of the table. All your clothing was quickly stripped from both of your bodies. You were sprawled across the table with your legs wrapped around his waist as he slowly dragged the blunt tip of his cock through your wet folds. Your wanton moans dragged a low growl from his chest then he quickly buried himself in your needy cunt. The long awaited feeling of having Obi fully seated inside you made you both groan with pleasure. The slowness turned to hard thrusts of his pelvis into yours that drove you mad, you couldn’t help the noises coming from your throat.

“You have to be q-quite love, or i’ll…have to stop”

His hips never let up in their harsh pace while his hand grabbed the back of your neck. You were really trying to hold yourself together but it was getting harder as your climax grew closer.

“Are you going to be my good girl and stay quiet?”

All you could do was nod and hum in response. You felt like a woman possessed. Your body was not your own, too strung out on pleasure to have any semblance of control. The hard thrusts of his pelvis into yours was drawing needy moans from you, your own body disobeying his orders. He clapped his hand over your mouth to trap your noises behind his palm as the other grabbed your wrists. Obi-Wan held your arms over your head as he continued to pound into you relentlessly.

“You keep these h-here for me,” he squeezed at your wrists. “C-can you do that - fuck - little one?” he ground his hips into yours slowly, hitting the very spot inside you that deepened your pleasure.

You hummed in response and screwed your eyes shut in ecstasy as the Jedi returned to rutting into you mercilessly. In an attempt to keep your hands above your head as instructed, you held onto the other end of the table for dear life. You reveled in the way the esteemed Jedi Master looked above you, unraveling as he bathed in your pleasure.

You felt the pressure of your release building in your core when Obi-Wan began to draw small circles around your throbbing clit. You wanted so badly to scream out his name but quickly remembered the building might not be empty. The thought of someone finding you here only made your heart rate kick up and lower walls clench around his length.

“Mmm, fu-fuck me, you feel so g-good… darling,” that beautiful accent made every word off his toungue sounds like honey. “I can feel you about - mmm maker - about to cum for me.”

“Ple-please, I want to cum,” every word was punctuated by his hips slamming into yours, both of you chasing your impending highs. “Please, Master…”

Your blissed out facial expression along with his formal title made Obi nearly lose his mind. He decided then and there that you moaning his name was like hearing angels sing. He loved the way he affected you, watching you react to his ministrations. His fingers picked up the pace as well as his hips, somehow moving faster than before.

“I w-want you to cu-cum for me love,” his voice was barely a breath at this point. Your hips angled up towards him now, making him hit the most devastating spot inside of you. That accompanied by his expert fingers had your orgasm crashing down on you faster than you expected. You writhed under him, your muscles clenching around him as you rode out your release. Seeing the esteemed Jedi Master above you, face twisting in pleasure and hair now messy with sex, made your climax even stronger. Obi-Wan kept his fingers moving in tandem with his hips as he felt his pleasure come to a peak. In the midst of your pleasure, you almost missed how he went to pull out.

You quickly locked your legs around his waist. “No, p-please. In-inside me, I'm safe.”

“Oh fu-fuck--” His hips stopped as he coated your walls in his release. The feeling made your muscles clench around him again, triggering an aftershock in your pelvis. The low rumble of his moan vibrated down your spine as he collapsed onto your chest.

Before you had a chance to fully catch your breath, a voice carried down the hallway. “Master? Are you still here? I have a question…” As the voice of Obi-Wan’s padawan made it's way closer to the room, the two of you scrambled to find your discarded clothing. Grabbing your dress, you bolted to the nearby closet when Obi-Wan grabbed your arm. Planting a kiss on your still kiss-swollen lips.

“Meet me in my quarters, love. I'm not done with you yet.”

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#obi wan x fem!reader #obi wan x you #obi wan smut #obi wan imagine #obi wan fic #obi wan fanfiction #obi wan x reader #obi wan star wars #star wars #star wars fanfiction #star wars smut

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apatheticdoll · 2 years

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Hello! I just saw your Tobirama NSFW alphabet (It was amazing btw), and I was wondering, so Tobirama definitely wouldn't be into threesome w/ someone else, BUT would he accept if it was his own shadow clone? Also if he would, could you write something with him and his shadow clone double penetration? Thank you <3

Thank you, I do still need to improve but I'm very happy to hear you enjoyed it. Hmm, he invented the jutsu for battle, I would assume that he didn't even consider the possibility of using it for sex but if his lover had a discussion with him about it, I think he would be quite excited by the idea. He is a scientific man at heart right? I imagine he would see it as a interesting but ultimately harmless experiment.

I've only wrote a tiny drabble, sorry if you wanted something longer or if it's not quite what you wanted but I've never written anything like this before and it's honestly more difficult than I thought it would be. Some of my favourite writers make it look so easy haha.

TW! female reader

His brows were furrowed, his crimson eyes were almost black and he was desperately trying to stop the moans that were escaping his clenched teeth. "Is it too much?" you teasingly ask.

He could feel your stretched insides clamping, milking both of his cocks and he found your daring just as frustrating as it was amusing, "If you wanted your mouth to be stuffed as well, you only had to ask" he taunted as his clone slowly slipped out of your pussy.

Despite his harsh tone, his actions betray his sentiment for you, feeling the gentle kisses that his clone is pressing into your skin as he made his way up your back.

#tobirama x reader #tobirama senju x reader #naruto smut #female reader #dollyasks

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creativesplat · 3 years

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I often try not to be too critical on this blog, but I thought I ought to mention it.

Star Wars the Clone Wars has some serious problems.

Some things are just not handled delicately or correctly in any way shape or form. I’m not going to talk about the Clovis arcs here, since @englishlady has already done a very good job on that, and will instead elaborate on my opinions about the Zygerria arc.

Trigger warnings for discussion of slavery, non-consensual stuff, and sexual harassment.

Anakin’s portrayal was the thing that really frustrated me at first. This is a man who has suffered under slavery, abuse, and violence for the first nine years of his life, and the story writers are telling me that he is almost entirely comfortable bantering with his Padawan whilst surrounded by awful things from his past? After a few years you don’t just get over trauma, but his reactions seem to have.

I have been through nothing even remotely as bad as this, but the bad stuff that has happened in my past isn’t something I can get over, and when it’s brought up I feel rather uncomfortable, uneasy, or downright rotten.

The show writers really should have looked at this and said: ‘we are putting a character who has experienced childhood trauma into a position where he will be confronted by it and may experience it again, let’s try to handle it sensitively’ but what they actually went for was: ‘we’re doing episodes on slavery, there should be scantily clad ladies and the overall message that slavery is bad’ Yes. Slavery is bad. Everyone knows that. In dealing with such a sensitive topic, it should be handled better. Not just ‘slavery bad, but ooh look girls!’ (I will be getting on to the inappropriate costume design in a moment, btw), but also some delicacy and tact. These are real world problems that people today still suffer from, they should be handled more appropriately.

There was one line that really stood out to me (although all of them were rather poor) and that was where Ahsoka is discussing her roll on the mission.

Here’s the conversation from the Clone War’s TV show:

Here’s the conversation from the comic.

See the difference?

It feels really really tone deaf for the only character that is making light of the situation the only one who has actually experienced it. It felt a little like saying: ‘oh this sort of thing isn’t that bad, hehe lol’. It felt dismissive and not only unpleasant in terms of the real world as well, but also just incredibly poor writing and story telling.

You don’t even need to realise he has emotional trauma to realise his character would be uncomfortable in that situation, he doesn’t like sand and he’s on a desert planet. He doesn’t like putting Ahsoka in danger, and Ahsoka is in danger. I mean maybe I’m just a little judgmental or maybe I misread it… but… IDK, the portrayal of Anakin really cheesed me off.

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Here’s the bits that may be a bit triggering, just a warning:

Ahsoka’s outfit is in no way shape or form appropriate. She is dressed like a sex slave, and she is a child.

Anakin would have probably chosen the outfits for this mission, because you know, he has the most knowledge on the subject. You can not tell me that the Ex-Slave Anakin Skywalker would gladly dress his underage female Padawan in saucy clothes.

This was a creative decision which made no sense in the story or for the characters, and it has some rather unfortunate implications. Whilst Ahsoka is not in any way harmed sexually there is the implication that something could have happened, had the Queen or Anakin allowed it. That is a rather distressing concept. It is inappropriate, particularly for a young child.

In the comics Ahsoka was dressed like Shmi Skywalker.

It would have made no difference to the story had they kept her dressed as Shmi Skywalker. I don’t really understand why they decided to dress a 15 year old girl as what appears to be a sex slave. It is disgusting and inappropriate.

Although, full disclaimer, I have never read the comics. I have only seen some of these pictures when researching to write this little opinion piece, so they may have handled the subject matter inappropriately too, I’m not sure.

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Another monumental wrong doing on the part of the writers was to make the ‘romance’ between Anakin and Miraj Scintel feel (with the music and staging) like a pining love.

She had his friends captured and seriously harmed, had him electrocuted until he fainted, and is the queen of an entire slave empire.

It was not a romance, or even a pining one-sided love.

At best it was sexual harassment of a powerless prisoner/ slave.

At worst it was sexual assault.

He woke up on her bed (which a few people have pointed out is a little unnerving and suggestive), she was very touchy with him (and he is uncomfortable with it), and she threatened him with hurting Ahsoka and Obi Wan (indirectly but it was clearly still implied) and the people who wrote the show said that they wanted the audience to feel some form of pity at her death because of their ‘romance’.

There are some moments where the writers imply that Anakin might not be entirely as into their ‘relationship’ as she is, telling her that she had “all the power” in their dynamic, but he looks so nonchalant at this point that it might go over the head of an audience member. He is telling her that she is forcing a relationship on him, and that he is powerless to stop it, and it’s played off as a blasé interaction.

I’m not entirely sure you can put those things in a show and try to play it off as romantic to get the ‘child-friendly’ rating. They could have quite easily at least attempted to deal with the serious subject matter that they introduced. There was a suicide and a significant amount of torture and abuse in these three episodes, so there was no excuse when the show glossed over such obvious and unpleasant misconduct.

I don’t know what it is with the writers writing abusive, predatory characters who’s deaths are supposed to inspire pity. Miraj Scintell was handled as poorly as Rush Clovis was, and I don’t really have a solution to that.

Maybe if you’re watching the Zygerria arc of the clone wars, don’t watch it with younger siblings or your children.

Although, this is completely an opinion piece, so if you totally disagree or think I’m a bit of a hater or just being judgemental, that’s fine. I may be being too harsh, IDK.

I’d like to think that this was an honest mistake from the writers rather than them being deliberately obtuse or inappropriate.

#zygerria #Star Wars the clone wars #opinion piece #little rant #Star Wars meta

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padawanlost · 3 years

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I have a couple of questions about Karen Miller/Traviss (are they the same person?) who wrote the Clone Wars novels. Are they still considered canon? Also, I heard that Karen Traviss was abused online or something, was that over her Star Wars novels? Really, I mean that just takes toxicity to a new level.

This is a hot topic but one that desperately needs to be explored because to this day people are still spreading misinformation about that happen as a way to ‘defend’ their points. So, here we go:

Karen Miller and Karen Traviss are not the same person.

Karen miller wrote novels like The Clone Wars: Wild Space and the Clone Wars Gambit series.

Karen Travis wrote novels like The Clone Wars movie novelization and the Republic Command Series.

Both, in my opinion, are very talented writers but both also suffered thanks to sexiest and overzealous fans. There are many reason why they became ‘infamous’ but the main reason is their political stance. They both had a lot of sympathy for the clones and the enslaves citizens of the GFFA, and both were not shy about calling out the Jedi Order and the Senate for their inaction. Of course, jedi stans hated them. To add insult to injury, Karen Traviss was the writer who ‘killed’ Mara Jade (btw, this wasn’t her idea but she’s still hated for it).

Karen Miller ‘crimes’:

Her biggest ‘offense’ was being mistaken by Karen Traviss (more on that later). Beyond that all she did was write Anidala and portraying Anakin and Obi-wan as good but flawed people. This is the kind of stuff she wrote:

“Coruscant was out there. Padmé was out there. There was a heart in his chest, beating, but it was only an echo. She was his true heart. She was his home.” - Karen Miller’s Clone Wars Gambit: Siege

“He saw himself a candle. He saw himself behind a wall. Brick by brick he tried to raise it. Brick by brick, it was destroyed. Every death was a hammer blow. Every loss a chisel. The Sith were a wily foe, they knew where and when to strike. They were drawn to weak places, to old griefs and unhealed wounds.” - Karen Miller. The Clone Wars: Wild Space

To weep for a fallen comrade was to display unseemly attachment. A Jedi did not become attached to people, to things, to places, to any world or its inhabitants. A Jedi’s strength was fed by serenity. By distance. By loving impersonally. Karen Miller. The Clone Wars: Wild Space

Nothing particularly edgy or offensive. Imo, she’s one the best prequel writes in the game.

Karen Traviss ‘crimes’:

Beyond killing Mara Jade, she’s known for being critical of the Jedi and Republic and advocating for clone wars. She supported the highly offensive and controversial idea that clones were human being who deserved the freedom. She also believed that love (romantic or platonic), family and friends were not inherently evil and that Order made mistake by banning them.

Karen Trraviss is also know for writing so much of what we know of Mandalorian culture and she struck a nerve that too.

She wrote things like:

“The only thing [the clones] all had in common was their appearance—although they were starting to age differently, she could see that now—and what the Republic had done to them. Apart from that, they were individuals with the full range of virtues and habits of random humankind, and she now felt completely at home with them. If she had a side in this war, this was the one she chose: the disenfranchised, unreasonably loyal, heartbreakingly stoic ranks of manufactured men who deserved better.” Star Wars - Republic Commando: True Colors by Karen Traviss

Serenity, my backside. Passion. Passion and anger and love. That’s what this galaxy needs, not serenity. Passion for change. Anger at this brutality. Love-buckets of it, for everyone, love between child and parent, between spouses, between brothers and sisters, between friends. We need more attachment, not less. Attachment can stop us from tearing ourselves apart. The Clone Wars: No Prisoners by Karen Traviss

He wanted to ask her why only a handful of Jedi objected to a slave army, and why they could claim to believe in the sanctity of all life and yet treat some life as being exempt from that respect. [REPUBLIC COMMANDO: TRUE COLORS BY KAREN TRAVISS[

Fandom (over)reaction:

Because of her ‘polemic’ takes, she started getting a lot of hate from the fandom. She used to interact with the fandom and her reward was to get constant death and rape threats. Some fans threatened her with ‘corrective rape’ to change her mind about the Jedi Order and other topics. Apparently, she responded by calling these fans ‘talifans’.

And the fans used that reaction to further vilify her. she was accused of hating the Jedi Order, of favoring Mandalore over them, getting the size of the clone army wrong, of ruining the OT by killing Mara Jade and now, of attacking fans. She was basically bullied out of the franchise.

However, her depictions of Clones and Mandalorians as heroes, while portraying the Jedi as petty or villainous, frustrated some fans, who felt that her stories and characters were counter to Star Wars. These fans wrote negative reviews of her books, and created a petition to George Lucas to stop Traviss from writing further Star Wars books. Traviss also received rape and death threats. Traviss wrote about these experiences on her blog, attacking the fans who created the petition, and likening them to Muslim extremists by calling them "Talifans." Traviss ultimately retired from Star Wars writing due to the threats she received. [x]

It got to point where she had to write an open letter to the fandom explaining she DIDN’T hate the Jedi Order, she just didn’t believe things like war crimes and slavery should be so easily overlooked.

“No sane human can hate someone who doesn’t actually exist. From a writer’s perspective, the more super-powers characters acquire, the harder it is to develop logical story arcs and true human drama…but I don’t have any real feelings about fictional characters that stay with me once I step out of character-point-of-view-writing mode and get on with my life […] My real problem, then, is not with fictional Jedi, but with the people who refuse to believe they can do wrong. – Karen traviss [x]

If you want to know more about this, check this out :)

Now, back to Karen Miller

A few years ago, a popular sw tumblr tried to discredit Traviss writing by spreading the info that she was a sexualizing Ahsoka with Bail so people started hating her for that too. Thing is, Karen Miller was the one accused of doing that but here is the deal:

Neither Karens ever wrote Ahsoka interacting with Bail Orgarna. What actually happened was that someone wrote a fic about Bail sexualizing Ahsoka on fanfiction.net, someone read it and decided the writing style was similar to Karen Miller’s so OF COURSE it must be Karen Miller who wrote the fanfic. Thanks to that genius level of deductive work, over the time people started saying that Karen Traviss wrote about Bail wanting to fuck Ahsoka as extra proof that SHE IS EVIL and should not be taken seriously.

Conclusion

Regardless of what you feel about someone writing, it’s NEVER okay to send them rape or death threats. Never! unfortunately, some hardcore jedi stans still spread the ‘karen traviss was attacking us’ without explaining exactly transpired between her and the fandom. According to their narrative, she was the *only* one in the wrong. That’s why there’s so much misinformation about her and what truly happened online.

My take on this ‘controversy’ is very simple: stop sending rape and death threats to women. I don’t care if you agree with her or not. The moment you believe a women *deserve* to be rape or killed, or support those who do, you lose any more ground you might think have. The situation becomes even more dire if it’s done to protect FICTIONAL CHARACTERS. 🤦‍♀️ I swear...this fandom....

#ask #englishlady #sw meta #sw fandom #karen traviss #txt #karen miller #meta: fandom

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simplysummers · 3 years

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is tbb racist

Hi anon.

Uhm. Please forgive me here, I am most likely not the best person to be asking this, since I’m delirious on pain meds the majority of the time at the moment, but I will do my best to answer truthfully and appropriately.

As I don’t know the nature of this question (as I have a lot of non-star wars people who follow me), I will address that directly, TBB doesn’t show active themes of racism in the writing, we don’t see any of the characters being prejudice against others due to the colour of their skin/race. So the show themes itself are not, in my opinion at least. (Please let me know if I missed anything in that regard) Essentially here I’m saying the characters themselves are not racist.

However

There are a lot of issues surrounding the animation of not only the bad batch, but the clone wars too. (It’s a lot more prominent in the bad batch due to characters like Tech, Crosshair and Omega.)

The characters, who are supposed to be clones of Jango Fett (see below.) are predominantly whitewashed. Jango Fett’s actor is Temuera Morrison (an incredible actor btw.) who is both a New Zealander and descends of the Māori/Polynesian New Zealand settlers (I think I have that right.) however, as I’ve stated below, so many of these clones don’t mirror these racial heritages, and as a result, are whitewashed and erasing his culture from the SW media.

Like I said, I am not as well versed in the topic as some might be, but I completely support the “UnWhiteWashTheBadBatch” movement. It is ridiculous we are forced to believe that these people-

-are supposed to be clones of this man.

That in itself is inherently racist.

Alongside this, there have also been multiple accounts of problematic themes and unjust animation throughout the show, regarding prioritising POC as imperial ‘villains’, and other characters such as Fennec Shand, Saw Gerrera, the Martez Sisters, and other clones such as Howzer and Rex.

Below I’m going to tag some helpful links that really helped to enlighten me and get me involved in the subject, and if anybody else happens to have anything extra to add to aide anybody who might find this post, please feel free to reblog/reply.

I actually took part in this form/questionnaire when it was released! Very insightful!

I hope this post was insightful enough to remind everybody to never look past these issues. They are extremely important and should never be silenced. The fact we have such amazing people fighting this cause is a gift, if only we now had animators/directors/people on the tbb team willing to listen.

Awareness is always appreciated.

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generallynerdy · 3 years

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Uncalled they come to me, and told, they still won’t leave me (Din Djarin/Soulmate!Reader)

Spoilers for Chapter 9 (S2E1) of the Mandalorian

Summary: After the ambitious Toro Calican turns on you, his hired mechanic, in hopes of winning favour with the Guild, the mysterious Mandalorian saves your life. Now that you owe him a life debt, he’s stuck with you until you can save him back. It’s not so bad, having a free mechanic and babysitter for the kid, but things take a turn for the worse when both of you realise you might be catching feelings. For someone that might not even be your Soulmate.

Requested by Anon: Hello! How’re you doing? May I please request a Din x reader soulmate au? The one where you don’t see color until you touch your soulmate? It would be very difficult for Din to find his soulmate and I’ve always wanted to see how it played out. If not that’s ok! Thank you and have a wonderful day ❤️

Key: (Y/N) - your name, (h/c) - hair colour, (e/c) - eye colour Translations: vode - siblings, Ret’urcye mhi - goodbye (literally: may we meet again), mirshmure’cya - brain-kiss (Basic term, is Keldabe kiss. This is the soft one as opposed to the literal headbutt term) Asked to be tagged in this disaster: @pearlll09 Word Count: remember when i said this would be 4k? Yeah. It’s 6,478 words. What. The. Fuck.

Author’s Note: this is way longer than I intended it to be but I think u deserve it since u were the only one who saw my post begging for mando requests and actually sent one hksjlfdkj tysm!! I’m so happy I got to write a Soulmate AU for him tbh. Btw, I have it in my head that Yodito would’ve given him the ability to see green, as a familial Soulmate bond, but it wouldn’t work for this if your eyes are green so I just left it out. (Also wtf is up with the Cobb/Din shit, Cobb is clearly in a dedicated relationship with the bartender Weequay. I named them Sala :D) The title is from The Teller of Tales by Gabriela Mistral.

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“Do you wear those gloves all the time?”

The Mando gives you a look—one that you can’t read, obviously, but you get the idea that it’s drier than the desert you’re in.

Calican snorts, but you shoot him a glare and he shuts up. You’re only here because he’s paying well for your mechanical skills, enough that his request of an extra hand on his first bounty seemed reasonable. Finding out that he’s hunting Fennec Shand was...less than pleasing, but now that the Mando is onboard, you’re not quite so worried about the outcome. They’re supposed to be fearsome warriors, after all. And he was smart enough to figure out how to wait out Shand, which is what the three of you have been doing for hours.

“I’m just saying,” you continue, “between the armour and the gloves, it must be damn near impossible to find your Soulmate.”

He shrugs. Sort of. It’s kind of hard to tell, to be honest.

“Haven’t you heard the stories?” Calican asks, flopping back onto the sand. “Mandalorians don’t have Soulmates. They start seeing colour after their first battle; war is their only destiny.”

You roll your eyes. They’re folk tales, really, and ridiculous ones at that. Every sentient has at least one Soulmate, romantic, platonic, familial, or otherwise, and there’s no reason for Mandalorians to be any different. Still, the stories make their rounds. There are specific ones, too, like the one about the Mandalorian Jedi who made the Darksaber; he was said to see colour when he lit his weapon for the first time. Fett, too, was said to have seen a new colour with every clone that was decanted—which is mildly ridiculous.

“Maybe the Mandalorians of old,” Mando comments with a scoff. “Not many of us see battle these days.”

“Well, if you’re looking for it, I know a krayt dragon a few hundred klicks away,” you suggest lightly.

He snorts. “No thanks. I’ll take the assassin.”

“Speaking of,” you said, “you guys know I’m just a mechanic, right?”

There’s a pause. Calican nods, but the Mando is still.

“What?” he asks, displeasure in his voice.

“I mean, I’m pretty good with a blaster, but I’m gonna be useless against Fennec Shand.”

Mando whirls on Calican. “You paid a mechanic to be your back-up? Are you insane?”

He shrugs. “(Y/N) has a mean right hook.”

“That’s not reassuring,” Mando huffs. He looks over at you and you can almost feel him glaring through the visor. “Are you crazy?”

“I’m broke,” you scoff. “Same thing. Oh, hey, do you need repairs on that hunk of junk you pilot? I’ll be more thorough than that lady at the hangar.”

He hesitates. “We’ll see.”

You grin. That’s not a no.

“You’re a prick, did I mention that?” you hiss over your shoulder.

Calican shoves the blaster into your side. “Shut up and keep walking.”

The Mandalorian stands on the other side of the hangar, waiting for Calican to make his move. Seriously, this day could not be going any worse. After killing Shand, Toro Calican, certified dumbass, decided that kidnapping you and the Mandalorian’s—pet? Child?—passenger was the best way to go. Whatever the little weird thing that’s in your arms is, it’s pretty cute, and you’d rather he shoot you than the baby holding tightly onto your shirt. In fact, he probably will, because the kid is his ticket into the Guild—you’re just dead weight.

“Looks like I’m calling the shots now. Huh, partner?” Calican asks the Mando. “Drop your blaster and raise ‘em.”

The Mandalorian puts his hands behind his head. Next to you, Calican pushes Peli forward and instructs her to cuff him. With a huff, she moves behind the Mandalorian with the intent to follow orders.

“You’re a Guild traitor, Mando,” Calican begins. You consider sighing. This sounds like the start of a villain monologue. “And I’m willing to bet that this here is the target you helped escape. Fennec was right. Bringing you in won’t just make me a member of the Guild, it’ll make me legendary.”

In a burst of light, the Mandalorian sets off a flash grenade.

You yelp and tuck the little thing into your arms before tucking yourself over into a roll down the ramp of the ship. You fall into the sand just in front of the Mandalorian, who’s moved to fire a shot at Calican, sending him flying off the other side, smouldering.

Breathing heavily, you sit up, the child still in your arms.

“Are you okay? Is the child?”

You look up. The Mandalorian has his gloved hand held out, offering to help you up. Hesitantly, you take it and pull yourself off the ground.

“We’re both okay—I think,” you say hesitantly, holding the baby out to him. “Is he—?”

“Dead,” the Mando confirms, taking the child from you.

You frown. “Good riddance. Thank you,” you tell him hesitantly, though your tone is genuine.

“It’s nothing,” he murmurs.

He distracts himself by checking on the child, who coos up at him contentedly. You smile a little at the interaction, but put yourself back into focus.

“It’s not nothing,” you say firmly. “I owe you a life debt.”

He freezes. “What?”

“Where I come from, if someone saves your life, you owe it to them. Until I can save your life, I owe you,” you explain.

“That’s—you don’t need to do that,” he says quickly.

You cross your arms. “It’s like your Way. It’s my culture, my honour on the line. You’re stuck with me, Mando.”

“What? No. Can’t you...pay me, or something?”

“I’m broke, remember?”

“You saved the child’s life, doesn’t that count?”

Your eyebrows shoot up. “I rolled with him. You did the work, so, no, it doesn’t count, even though he’s your…” You hesitate, remembering the word. “...foundling.”

“You know, you’re kind of getting the better end of the deal here,” Peli pipes up, directing the thought at the Mandalorian. “A free mechanic, babysitter, and an extra blaster? That’s a bargain.”

“Uh...pre-warning, I don’t know much about child care,” you warn immediately.

He snorts. “Neither do I.” After a moment, he sighs deeply. “Fine. But we’re going to work on those blaster skills before you become a liability.”

“Fair enough.”

Sticking with the Mandalorian is probably the worst decision of your life.

Almost immediately after Tatooine, in need of more funds, he drags you into trouble with another group of bounty hunters and the New Republic, of all groups.

“Who is this?” someone asks, her voice sing-song as she enters the Mandalorian’s ship.

You don’t bother turning around, continuing your repairs on a hull panel. “The mechanic. Don’t touch anything.”

“You have a personal mechanic?”

A few people enter the ship, making you finally turn around. The first speaker is a Twi’lek woman and the second a Human, who squints disdainfully. From behind him, Mando pushes past their little crew—including a protocol droid and a massive Devaronian—to approach you, deciding to stand next to you rather than them, which brings you immense pleasure for some reason.

“No. (Y/N) owes me a life debt and, apparently, credits don’t cut it,” he explains shortly, sounding frustrated and exhausted.

You nudge him companionably—it’s an argument you’ve had a few times, the paying of your debt. He doesn’t want to be free of you, per se, but he doesn’t want you to be in his debt. Having that kind of power or hold over you makes him uncomfortable, you can tell, as every time it comes up he gets twitchy.

“Kinky,” the Twi’lek snickers.

You grimace. That would explain why Mando sounds like he wants to die. “Fun group. What’s the job?”

“One of theirs got caught. We’re getting him out,” he says. “And we’re using our ship.”

Our ship. Maybe it’s a slip of the tongue or maybe he’s making it clear that you’re with him, but either way, it brings a smirk to your face. The Twi’lek looks disgusted.

“Well, at least my hard work won’t be going to waste,” you huff.

“Mando,” the Twi’lek interrupts, “you haven’t introduced us.”

You can feel him rolling his eyes. “(Y/N), meet Mayfeld, Burg, Xi’an. Mayfeld is running point, the droid is flying, and the target is a New Republic transport ship.”

“Ugh. You guys better be good; I’m not getting arrested.”

“Mayfeld’s former Imperial,” Mando says before any of them can answer.

You scoff. “A stormtrooper? My shitty blaster skills would be better than his.”

“I wasn’t a stormtrooper,” Mayfeld spits, annoyed enough that he must’ve said it once already. “Let’s get this show on the road.”

All but the droid stay, scattered around the hull. Mando follows soon after the jump to hyperspace, having hovered over the droid while it set their course. He stops Burg from getting into the weapons cache right after he hops down the ladder and the two look like they want to kill each other.

“Someone tell me why we even need a Mandalorian,” the Devaronian grunts.

Mayfeld huffs. “Well, apparently, they’re the greatest warriors in the galaxy. So they say.”

“Then why are they all dead?”

They all laugh at that—Xi’an with a particularly nasal one, which is irritating beyond belief. You frown deeply, but try not to show how pissed their laughter makes you. That sort of shit isn’t to be made fun of; a dying race. It’s all too familiar these days, what with the death of Alderaan and the crater on Scarif.

When you come back into focus, Xi’an is talking in low tones.

“See, I know who you really are,” she says to the Mando.

You roll your eyes. Unlikely.

(Something in your brain goes: I do, which is stupid. You don’t know who he is, under that helmet, sure, but you’ve seen a lot of him through his actions. He’s reckless, terrifying, and a badass, but he’s also patient and...kind, in his own way. The way he treats the child is like nothing you’ve seen in another bounty hunter. It’s gentle, caring. The kid has really grown on him, you think. And the way he treats you is just straight up polite, even though you’re practically his servant in terms of a life debt. Still, he treats you like a person and doesn’t ask you to do unreasonable favours just because he saved your life. He doesn’t hold it over your head.)

And then they start goading him about the helmet.

Burg actually goes for it, which Mando beats him back for. You jump forward, but just as you do, the door to the sleeping cot flies open, revealing the child.

Instead, you rush to the child, pulling him into your arms.

“What is that?” Mayfeld asks, approaching.

“Back off,” you hiss.

He looks between you and Mando. “Wait, did you two make that?” When you scoff, he frowns. “What is it, like a pet or somethin’?”

“Yeah. Something like that,” Mando says quickly.

Xi’an frowns. “Didn’t take you for the type. Maybe that code of yours has made you soft.”

You snort. Soft. That isn’t a word you’d use to describe him, ever. You haven’t seen very much action since Tatooine, but you saw enough there.

Mayfeld reaches for the child and, without hesitation, you lift your blaster. The way he’s looking at the little guy makes you uneasy.

“Fuck off,” you warn instantly.

“Aw, c’mon, I just wanna hold him,” he teases.

Over the comms, the droid’s voice echoes. “Dropping out of hyperspace. Now.”

The entire ship shudders and shakes, sending everyone flying off their feet. You happen to ram into beskar, your face slamming into the metal, which makes you yelp. The baby wails in your arms as gravity makes to tug you away again. Before it can, Mando grabs your arms and holds you in place against him until the ship is steady once more.

“You okay?” he asks, helping you to your feet—again, you think miserably.

“Ugh, no,” you groan, putting a hand on the left side of your face. “That’s gonna bruise.”

Mando takes the child from you. “Sorry. We’ll deal with it after.”

You wave him off. “I’ve had worse. You worry about the job, I’ll watch the kid,” you say, taking the child back. You can’t help but smile when he coos happily.

“Right,” Mando mutters. For a moment, he watches you both, considering.

“Mando!” calls Mayfeld. “Let’s go!”

Before he goes, he puts a hand on your shoulder. “Be careful. I have a bad feeling about this.” You nod, which seems to appease him, and watch him leave.

Petting the child’s floppy ears, you wonder if he meant that to be as comforting as it was.

I should’ve known, Din thinks when Qin walks out of that cell.

I definitely should’ve known, he decides, returning to the Razor Crest to find a sparking droid corpse and a shaking child in your arms.

He tosses the cuffed Twi’lek to the side and rushes to yours, stepping over Zero’s limp form. You look relatively unfazed, for someone who’s just ripped a droid’s head off with their bare hands, but the child is rather distressed. The kid squeaks at the sight of Din and, much to his surprise, lifts your hand to show him.

It’s bleeding.

“What did you do?” Din questions, crossing the hull for his medical kit.

“I...may have tried to punch the droid,” you admit hesitantly. “It didn’t work.”

He scoffs, returning to kneel in front of you with bacta patches in his hands. “No karking shit.”

Your face falls as he reaches for your hand, pulling it toward him so he can patch it up. “It was gonna hurt the kid.”

“You did good,” he murmurs. “Stupid, but good.”

It never occurred to him that you might save the child again. You’re here out of necessity, after all, because you owe him, because your honour depends on paying that debt. The child is just another being in the vicinity, but you still saved him. Again. You’re either very stupid or very kind and he can’t decide which one is more concerning.

“Maybe you should teach me a bit of hand to hand, too,” you suggest warmly, wincing at the bacta’s sting.

Din makes a noise that’s sort of a laugh. “I’ll add it to the list.”

He moves to put bacta on the bruise his beskar gave you—He feels ridiculously guilty for that; here you are, paying off a life debt to him, and he still manages to hurt you—but with a hand, you stop him.

“Don’t waste it,” you say immediately. “I’ve had worse bruises, seriously.”

He frowns. “It’s not a waste.” Before you can protest, he puts the patch on top of the bruise.

You huff. “You’re a worrier, aren’t you, Mando?”

“Apparently,” he replies dryly. He hadn’t realised it, either.

“Will you stop flirting and get us out of here!?” Qin shouts from the other side of the hull. “The New Republic will be on our asses!”

You roll your eyes. “I hate to say it, but he has a point. Where are the others?”

“Dealt with,” he says simply. “It was a double-cross.”

“Well, I figured,” you shoot back with a knowing look. “Let’s get the hell out of here.”

The drop is easy enough, especially since Din knows that New Republic signal is beeping steadily from Qin’s pocket. He escapes quickly, dipping back into the Razor Crest, where you wait at the top of the ramp, the child hanging onto your boot.

“Let’s go,” he declares, the ramp shutting behind him as he enters.

“Already?” you question with a raised eyebrow. “There are a few repairs I could make out of hyperspace that might be useful.”

He waves you toward the cockpit. “Later. We need to leave.”

“Oookay.” You frown but do as he says, plucking the child from off your foot. “C’mon, little guy,” you mutter to him.

Din waves away all your questions as he starts the take-off. Finally, when the Razor Crest is a safe distance away from the space station and X-Wings appear out of hyperspace, he glances back at you.

“Holy shit!” you cry as they open fire. You look back at him with a slack jaw, which makes him smile underneath the helmet. “That was you, wasn’t it?”

He shrugs half-heartedly, but it’s enough of an answer.

“You’re a maniac, Mando,” you laugh, watching the scene through the transparisteel.

Din thinks over it, staring at you for a long moment. There’s light in your eyes—maybe it’s the reflection of the explosion, but it’s captivating.

“Din,” he says.

You look over. “Hm?”

He clears his throat, trying to shove aside nerves. “My name. It’s Din.”

“Oh. Oh,” you repeat, eyes wide. Then, you smile, more genuine than he’s ever seen from you, he thinks. “You’re crazy, Din. You know that, right?”

He laughs—and that’s the first time you’ve heard a proper one from him. “Yeah. Yeah, I know.”

When Din drops a pair of gloves in front of you, you laugh.

“You’re telling me the gloves are out of convenience?” you ask him disbelievingly.

“The more skin you cover, the less likely you are to get cut up by a vibroblade,” he replies dryly. “Put them on.”

You raise your hands in surrender and take them, slipping them over your fingers. “Surprisingly comfy.”

It occurs to you that this is...sort of a big deal. You’ve kept your hands bare for as long as you can remember, mostly because you’re a romantic and finding your Soulmate has been at the forefront of your mind for a long time. But now, you think, it’s not such a big deal. You have a debt to pay and, besides that, you’re pretty happy with how things are now.

Life isn’t exactly nice with Din and the kid, so to say, but you’re content. You love the child and he adores you. The Razor Crest feels more like home than any planet ever has. And Din is...well, he’s something. Being around him is mildly addicting and whenever he’s gone, something feels incomplete.

“Better?” you ask, lifting your gloved hands.

“Much,” he says. Then, he holds out his own hand. “C’mon, up.”

You take the hand without thought, but before you know it, he’s swinging you around and shoving you to the ground.

“Ow!” you cry. “What the hell, Din?”

He huffs. “Lesson 1: Never take anything for granted.”

“Rude.” You hit his arm meaningfully, but he just rolls his eyes; just because you can’t see it doesn’t mean you can’t tell it’s happening.

“You’ll thank me someday.”

“But not today.”

“Nope. Today, you’re gonna hate my guts.”

He’s dying.

It feels unreal, what with everything you’ve watched him survive so far. A newbie bounty hunter, a group of pissed off bounty hunters, lots of bounty hunters, and the New Republic but a group of stormtroopers is what gets him?

Moff Gideon is what really gets him, though. The bastard that helped destroy his people is going to destroy Din Djarin. Hearing him speak Din’s name makes you nauseous, furious, even. He gave you that name in confidence, trusted it to you, the only one of his handful of friends to even use it, and Gideon decides to declare it to Nevaroo in its entirety. It makes your blood boil, enough that you get out of the initial firefight mostly unscathed.

But Din doesn’t. And now he’s dying in your arms and you feel like you failed.

“Go with them,” he tells you, all croaky and half-assed.

“No. No, I’m not leaving you here,” you declare, carefully leaning him against the rubble.

Flames flicker all around the room and the child is crying. It’s not loud or consistent, but it’s enough to break your heart.

“You have to go,” Din says again. “You’ll die.”

You laugh ruefully. “That’s kind of the point. A life debt means I save your life or I die trying.”

A pause.

“You have got to be fucking kidding me,” he hisses through the pain.

“Afraid not, dumbass. You’re stuck with me, remember?”

He grasps your arm, his hands still gloved. If you’re going to die here, maybe you should ask him to take off the gloves. A part of you has wondered…

“C’mon, tell me it’s transferable—some ‘dying wish’ shit like that.”

You nod, though the action sinks uncomfortably into your chest. Leaving him here...that doesn’t sit well with you. But if he asks, then you’ll do it. “Yeah, you name it, but it’d better be a big one, something equivalent.”

The breath he lets out is one of relief. “Take care of the kid. Go find his people and return him to them. Protect him.”

“With my dying breath,” you swear, the words holding an air of ceremony.

Din grasps your arm tighter and pulls you down, your forehead meeting his helmet. You’re not sure what it means, but it must mean something because he mutters words in his own language, which you’ve never heard him do before.

“Ret’urcye mhi.”

May we meet again.

Din does what little he can in saying goodbye to you, as deeply as that cuts. You’ve grown on him, a little too much maybe, and it kills him to think that you’ll be without him now. You still can’t hit a headshot, he realises, suddenly worried for how you’ll fare.

And so he gives you what he can: a Keldabe kiss and a goodbye, instead of the action he wants to take. He wants to take off his gloves and see if he can figure out the colour of your eyes. On the other hand, though, he doesn’t want to leave you with that, of all things, to leave you seeing the red of his blood and the blue-tinged orange of the flames before any other colours.

You take the child in your arms and, with one last glance at Din, leave the room for the covert’s tunnels underground.

The child whimpers up at you.

You look down, sniffling, and pet his ears gently. “I know, little one. I’m so sorry.” You place a gentle kiss to his forehead.

Cara appears, tugging on your wrist. “C’mon,” she says gently. “We need to get out of here.”

It occurs to you, as the three of you and Greef move on, that Cara might help you with the child. For Din, obviously. She’s a good person and, frankly, she and Din seem pretty friendly. The second she saw you, she’d offered her bare hand and bemoaned the fact that her vision was still black and white, much to your amusement. It was all in good fun, but Din had looked a little uncomfortable, for reasons you didn’t know.

“(Y/N),” Cara says quietly, calling your attention back.

You shake yourself from your thoughts. “Sorry.”

She smiles sadly. “It’s okay. Just keep up.”

The small group turns a few corners before footsteps sound from behind. You immediately place the child in the bag hanging from Cara’s shoulder and draw your blaster, watching her and Greef do the same.

From the distant hall, two figures approach: IG-11 and—

“Din!” you half-cry, half-breathe out. Holstering your blaster, you meet them halfway to take more of Din’s weight from IG. “How—?”

“No living thing can see me without my helmet. IG isn’t alive,” Din says dryly.

You laugh, a partly manic sound. “Thank kark. You’re not getting out of this that easy.”

The noise he makes is both amused and resigned. “Wouldn’t dream of it. Where’s the—?”

“He’s with Cara,” you say, finishing the thought before even he can, in his groggy state.

It’s safe to say that when the Armourer gives him his sigil, Din almost considers correcting the Clan of two to a Clan of three. He doesn’t, reminding himself that you’re here because of a debt and nothing else, but the thought is there.

The months after Nevarro are more peaceful than the first week of your time with Din.

You finally get to pull a proper sleeping space together for yourself. Well, it’s a hammock in the hull, but it’s better than the seats in the cockpit. The child gets his own hammock, too, though it’s in the cot space with Din. He loves it, so much so that he squeals when he sees it. That’s your proudest moment, for sure.

Most days, you tend to forget that you still owe a life debt. To be honest, it just feels like the three of you are normal. Din takes bounties, you take short mechanic jobs on different planets, and the two of you trade off on child-duty. It’s pretty regular, more than what your life used to be, anyway.

Din is still training you in hand-to-hand and blasters, of course. You’re getting better with the latter, but the first is difficult. On the way to Tatooine, where there’s supposedly another Mandalorian, he decides to have another training session.

“Fists higher, do it again.”

Huffing, you wipe your wrist across your sweaty forehead. It’s easy enough to obey the order—the first part, anyway. Getting into his guard is difficult, though.

One hit, two blocks—there. You slip under his guard and make an abrupt drop to the ground, sweeping his legs out under him with a fierce movement. He goes down in a tumble of beskar, joining you on the floor. As soon as he’s down, you flip over and straddle his hips, an arm over his neck in false threat.

He barks out a laugh. “Much better.”

“I’m not entirely hopeless!” you declare joyfully before bursting into snickers.

Leaning down, you thunk your forehead against his helmet. The gesture is fond, you’ve learned, something shared between close companions—or at least you think. Din told you that it’s called a mirshmure’cya in Mando’a, that it doesn’t have an equivalent word in Basic.

(Which is technically true. Literally, it means brain-kiss, but the outsider term for it is Keldabe kiss. It can be used for close companions—vode in arms, family—but it’s also used for romantic partners, so he’s mildly horrified at the idea of explaining its cultural significance to you and having to face his feelings for someone that may or may not be his Soulmate. He hasn’t gotten up the courage to ask if he can check. Or try to do it discreetly.)

A distant beeping starts up, coming from the cockpit. It’s the approach warning, which means the training session is over.

“I’ll get the kid,” you say, climbing off Din and offering a hand.

He takes it without hesitation, dragging himself up and making a beeline for the cockpit.

Tatooine is about what you remember. That is, it’s dry, sandy, and the worst planet you’ve ever been on. Stepping out of the ship and into the hangar makes you smile, though, at the not-so-distant memory of Din saving your life. It hasn’t been that long, but it feels like it’s been years.

“Oh, hey!” says Peli, after greeting the child—which is fair, he’s adorable. “You’re still with him! Haven’t repaid that debt yet, huh?”

Your face falls. “Uh, no, not really.”

On the way to Mos Pelgo, your thoughts linger on the life debt. One of these days, you’re going to save Din’s life—then where will you be? Will he want you to leave? What will you do if you have to leave? Your old life was nowhere near as interesting as this, nor did you have anyone close to what Din and the child are to you.

The dreary grey slopes of sand only make it easier to think of the worst possible outcomes. Now you remember why you hated Tatooine so much.

You don’t even realise the speeder is approaching the small town until Din taps your arm, which is wrapped around his waist. Jumping at the touch, you loosen your grip sheepishly and glance at the child, who looks like he’s enjoying himself immensely.

After the speeder comes to a stop, you take the kid while Din enters the cantina.

When you enter yourself, you find that he’s about to shoot someone, while the Weequay behind the bar looks rather distressed.

“Perfect timing, as always,” Din remarks without a glance.

You raise your free hand. “You’re the bad luck charm, I’m just here for the ride,” you retort teasingly.

“You brought a kid to a gunfight?” his opponent asks, raising an eyebrow.

Finally, you glance over at him and see why Din looks ready to kill him. He’s in Mandalorian armour but his helmet is off—clearly, he’s not Mandalorian. “You’re wearing beskar and you’re not a Mandalorian, buddy. I think you’re in more trouble than the kid is.”

“He is,” Din gets out, a twinge of viciousness in his voice.

Before they can even reach for their blasters, though, the ground starts to shake.

You grab onto the doorway for support, eyes wide as you grip the child. Din and the Mandalorian poser move toward the door, joining you and staring out at the street outside.

The entire planet feels like it rumbles and chaos reigns outside.

Something is moving the sand—coming toward the town.

“Holy fuck,” you whisper as it goes by, shifting the sand like it’s an ocean rather than earth. It flies out of the ground, sharp teeth the only thing you see as it consumes a bantha whole.

When it’s gone, the poser huffs. “Maybe we can work something out.” He turns to you, offering a hand, which is covered by fingerless gloves. “Cobb Vanth. I’m the Marshal here.”

You take it hesitantly, glad that things are still black and white when you make contact. “(Y/N).”

He notices your hesitation and chuckles. “The Weequay in there is Sala, my Soulmate. I’ll see if they can’t whip up something for the kid; I’m sure he’s starving.”

“Very,” you say, just before he goes to leave.

When it’s just you and Din, you look over at your companion. “Krayt dragon, huh?”

“Yep,” he sighs, already sounding tired.

You laugh. “I know I said I could bring you to one when we met, but I was totally kidding.”

He looks over at you and you can feel the low-level glare behind the visor, but it only makes you snicker. “I hate you.”

“You’re so full of shit,” you retort immediately.

You finally get to repay your debt.

It’s not what you’re thinking about when you shove Din out of the way of the krayt’s projectile venom, but it’s repaid nonetheless.

Din doesn’t think of it immediately, either, as he’s rather more concerned with the fact that you’re sent flying across the desert into a pile of debris and sharp rocks.

“(Y/N)!”

Before he can run to you, Cobb grabs his arm. “The dragon!”

To be honest, killing the dragon feels like a bonus when he pulls himself together and figures out a plan. When the great beast explodes, the Tuskens and the villagers cheer, but Din races back to the place he saw you last. He pushes aside the remains of one of those massive weapons they built to find you, laying on the ground. For a moment, panic clutches his heart, but then you groan.

“Am I dead?” you ask.

Din lets out a breath, hardly managing it, as he kneels next to you. “Dumbass.”

“Because it feels like I’m dead.”

“Dumbass,” he repeats, ripping your shirt away to find a deep cut in your side, just above your hip. “Of all the ways to pay your debt—”

You sit up, wincing. “Oh,” you say, as if you hadn’t realised it, “I guess I did that, too.”

Din’s heart is still beating a million klicks a second at how close you were to being dead, but for a second, it flips, realising that you hadn’t saved him just to pay the debt. And then, as he’s helping you off the ground and bringing you toward the others, who have bacta patches ready, his heart sinks.

Your debt is paid. You don’t have any reason to stay with him and the kid. As soon as you get back to the city, he’s going to have to watch you leave.

Shit. He didn’t think this through.

Meanwhile, you’re on the same train of thought. Does he really think you saved him for the debt? Does he want you gone that bad? It makes sense. You’re a pain in the ass, with all the training you need. But...well, you thought he might’ve—

“I’ve changed my mind,” you declare.

Din, terrified, attempts to sound neutral. “About?”

“The worst job we’ve ever taken. This is definitely it,” you huff as he helps you down onto a smoother boulder, taking patches from a Tusken.

He goes to use them, but you raise a hand.

“If you even think about getting near my wound with those nasty gloves, I’m going to skin you,” you threaten.

Frankly, Din is too shaken to even laugh. The silence lays there, stilted, as he removes his gloves and sits somewhat behind you, on another close stone. You’ve taken yours off, too, seeing as one is ripped all the way through.

He’s careful with the bacta patch and his bare hands, making sure not to touch your skin.

Now, of all moments, would be the worst time to find out that you really don’t have a reason to stay.

While he works, he thinks, briefly, that he should say something. “(Y/N),” he starts to say. “I—”

But that happens to be the moment he’s putting the bacta patch on. You suck in a sharp breath through your teeth, wincing. Your hand flies out, reaching for something to ground you. Of course, because something out there has it out for you, you grab his hand, forgetting that his gloves are, for once in his life, not there.

You realise, ridiculously, that his hand is warm.

And then the world around you explodes into colour.

The faded yellow of the surrounding desert is overwhelming with how it burns into your eyes alongside the brilliant blue of the sky. The surrounding Tuskens are in browns and greys, simple things, but so, so beautiful to your new sight. You breathe out, a shaky action.

Behind you, Din comes to see the same, but his gaze is stuck on the back of your head—the (h/c) of your hair and how the light catches in it, despite it being a complete mess.

You barely have the breath to gasp, but you do, whirling around to face him.

His beskar is beyond what you’d pictured: a shining, sparkling silver that could stand out on a star. No wonder rooms fall silent at the sight of him.

Din has the same thought about your eyes. On death’s door, all he’d wanted was to know what colour they are and now he knows, but it feels so useless now. He doesn’t even know what to call them. Sure, (e/c) would work, however weakly. You are...something else. You always have been, but now it’s like he can see it, the beauty of who you are so plainly painted into your features.

Din doesn’t even have the time to be afraid of your reaction before the words are slipping out. “I don’t want you to go.”

You just stare at him for a long moment, words processing.

It...kind of freaks him out.

He jumps when you fling yourself at him, arms wrapped around his shoulders in the tightest hug he’s ever gotten. Immediately, he responds, clutching the back of your shirt like it’ll save his life.

“Thank the Force,” you breathe out, just beside where his ear is under the helmet. “I don’t wanna leave.”

Din lets out a breath of relief and tugs you closer so you’re practically sitting on his lap. It can’t be comfortable, but you don’t seem to mind. When you do finally pull away, it’s to press your forehead against his helmet. It sends a swell of affection through him again, your constant Keldabe kisses. He taught you something important to his culture, to him, and here you are, using it without thought.

“Is it too late to tell you that this is the Mandalorian equivalent of a kiss?” he murmurs, more than a little embarrassed.

You laugh softly, arms reaching to rest around his neck. “And I thought you were so cool.”

“I just blew up a krayt dragon,” he argues.

“Oh, you’re plenty badass, Din,” you tease back, “just...not smooth.”

He huffs. “I’m gonna kick your ass next training session.”

A grin comes over your face and, for a second, he can’t comprehend why that would make you smile—until he realises that he just promised a next time. You’d genuinely believed he wanted you gone and Din thought you wanted to leave, but neither of you were right.

A whine from below catches both your attention.

The child reaches up from the ground, making grabby hands.

You laugh, a noise Din echoes quietly, and pluck him from the ground, holding him in your careful hands. “Hey, buddy. Feeling left out?”

He squeaks a confirmation, his little hands—green hands, you realise, deeply amused—reaching for Din’s helmet. Once he has a comfortable hand, he bashes his head against the helmet.

Din yelps, not out of pain, but concern, grabbing for the kid, who wobbles dizzily.

“Oh, shit—” Din says.

“Woah, woah,” you get out between wheezing laughs. “Don’t do that! His head is much harder than yours.”

The kid makes a weak huff and curls against Din’s chest stubbornly.

“I think that was an attempted kiss,” you suggest to Din.

Underneath his helmet, he grins. Petting the child’s head with a gentle finger, he looks back up at you. “It was cute.”

“Very,” you agree.

Without prompting, Din reaches for your hand again, a little hesitant. You take his gladly, running your thumb across his knuckles, which makes him shiver.

“Clan of three,” he whispers.

You lift your gaze. “Hm?”

“The Armourer, she said, ‘Clan of two’ when she gave me my sigil,” he explains. “I wanted to correct her then.”

The smile on your face is beyond words. “Clan of three has a ring to it. You’re stuck with me for good now, Din Djarin.”

He snorts and raises your hand to his helmet, touching it briefly to the metal in lieu of kissing it.

Tatooine might be the worst place in the universe, Din thinks that it doesn’t matter so much where he is. Sitting here, with you and the kid, he thinks that this might be home.

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ninja-bitch · 4 years

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Yo ! Could you write please a nsfw headcanons for konan ,kakuzu,tsuande,hianta ,tenten and kaguya with a fem s/o😳

Hi! Thanks for your ask <3 I will just put it out there but the first thing I’ve ever posted online was a Konan x Shizune fanfic.

Also Tenten can get it.

Again I tried to keep it gender neutral with some more things added for someone with a fem body love

They’re going to be a bit shorter than usual I think. You did hit the character limit, I might switch it to 4 later because I’m not happy with everything I wrote there and it took me some time. I don’t know...

Anyways, hope you like it <3

Kakuzu x reader HCs (NSFW)

Oh but can you just imagine how he’d eat someone out? Can you? Because I can and it gets nasty.

Seriously though, I don’t picture him as someone who’d have lots of sex, but I think he’s one of the best partners in the whole akatsuki. In terms of pleasure alone, he is an asshole too at the end of the day. But he’d be good.

Hear me out hear me out. It doesn’t happen often but if it has to he is going all in and that’s something. I think he’d be one of the most mature of the bunch and one to have at least some experience that goes with it. He’s been around, he’s seen some shit in his youth and it shows.

One to have the safest kinky sex despite being a murderer and shit. If he’s to have sex with someone he’ll probably want to keep them around and keep them interested. Not a lot of people try to come onto him. It does get nasty but also not too kinky unless they ask. He can do that.

He’d be on the classier side of kinky most of the time. Would not be opposed to slight roleplay and bondage but often cannot be bothered.

Not above spanking or spitting too. He would spit in someone’s mouth just because he can. He’d make it pretty dramatic. It’s pretty hot.

Ok but a good teacher when it comes to sex to be honest. I’ll say that he’s not that patient though but he’ll make you cum before him. This is his foreplay tbh, make them cum and then go to town.

Honestly one to have sex after a fight. Oh but he’d look so calm and collected like a 100% of the time. It’s impressive.

Would appreciate his partner riding him. Especially if that wasn’t something he’d planned. Like he’s doing taxes or some shit and they just...y’know. Sucking him off is a huge ok too. He’d act grumpy though. Maybe scold them a bit but ultimately would let them.

He gets pretty rough. He’d bite his partner. Lots of grunts and some strong grip I think. That should do it. He doesn’t talk much.

Oh but about the eating someone out part, he’d definitely do that quite a lot. Yes. Would use his weirdass thread tongue and would not break eye contact. I think he would pay attention to the titty. Would pay attention to the ass too.

While having sex on a pile of money is something I’d like to imagine, he wouldn’t.

Tsunade x reader HCs (NSFW)

Ah ah. I want to say she’d be good but she’s probably one to have drunken one night stands that leave her pretty unsatisfied. I’m just putting it out there.

Tsunade would definitely be someone more dominant and would probably gets her partner to eat her out for hours on end though.

Not very loud but does talk a lot. She is pretty crude.

She doesn’t care for titties. But she expects attention on hers. She’s not that sensitive and it frustrates her a bit because she definitely likes the idea of having someone suck on them.

Knows her anatomy. Would be very good, very quick to make any partner cum just with her fingers. She’d go fast and deep.

Not opposed to having sex with multiple people.

Oh but she would be into pegging and using any toys if she had enough time.

Ok but you know she’d have sex in the Kage’s office.

Has had partners in the past, definitely knows what she likes and want out of sex. She’s not opposed to having a younger more inexperienced partner.

I think she’d be very sloppy eating someone out. It sorts of bores her unfortunately. Unless they get very into it. She does like having someone close their legs around her face and just moan and whimper.

I think. I think she would be into sex after a fight too. Just saying.

She would also be a huge tease. Like yeah you want to cum? Work for it. She’d act as if she wasn’t interested.

Would like a partner to masturbate in front of her, while she’s just sipping wine or something.

Sexual board games are a thing.

Would like challenges. Think : Bet you can’t make me cum before Shizune comes back in here. Poor lady. Bet I can have you scream my name in the next 5 minutes. She always wins though.

She has lots of stamina.

Hinata x reader HCs (NSFW)

Hinata is curious and a bit kinky. I said what I said.

Doesn’t have any experience but once she’s comfortable enough with someone, oh boy. Surprisingly would take the lead if you let her just to try things out.

Awkward first times? Awkward first times, but make it funny as it should be, I think that would definitely help her feel more comfortable. Sex is awkward and she worries a lot but if she can laugh and let some of that anxiety go, it definitely feels better for her.

I think she likes tights and ass the most.

I don’t think she’s that loud but she lets out some very very hot moans sometimes and it’s all worth it. Would love praise and compliments when she does.

I think she has to really really love someone to have sex with them btw. Don’t mind me stating the obvious.

Her neck and ears are very sensitive. Lick there. See what happens.

Oh but she’d be very good at eating out a girlfriend. She’d overstimulate her partner without meaning to. She would focus a lot on her partner’s clit. I think her favourite thing would be to feel their legs trembling and have them cry out her name. She would moan while doing so. She’d be very proud if she managed to just make them cum over and over like that.

Very good at sensing when her partner feels good. A bit shy when it comes to her own pleasure.

She takes a lot of time to cum, because she’s embarrassed mostly and doesn’t easily let go. Sometimes she doesn’t. Not to say she doesn’t enjoy it, but sometimes it happens you know.

She’s really put off by very dirty dirty talk. Again, she’d like praise and encouragements.

She likes seeing hickeys on her and her partner, but gets embarrassed after.

Would love anything that has to do with senses, like blindfolds, cold and hot play, that kind of thing.

She’d love to use toys too. Just to try.

Kaguya x reader HCs (NSFW)

So I’ll be honest I don’t have a lot of HCs for her.

I think she’s some very dramatic, cryptic alien lady. Sleeping with her would be something quite eerie and weird.

I’m thinking that her partner, after all that’s happened, could be a maid, or just some companion lady that lives there (I don’t know the proper term for it in english and I can’t find it so let’s just hope you guys see what I mean) → Lady in waiting?

I’m thinking that it could definitely happen like this. It would strictly be something physical and overall wouldn’t happen a lot. Like someone that sometimes tends to lady Kaguya’s needs.

Now there’s some power she has over them but she wouldn’t force anything on anyone.

I can’t help but think that she’d be a private person and would only let someone pleasure her, and then go on about her life. Nothing else.

Now, I could be wrong, I do think she has the potential to be a very intense steady lover.

I think she might also be able to take the lead and teach things to a younger maid she’s taken a liking to.

In that case she might be the type to not say much, take her partner’s hands and just guide them very slowly. She’d talk them through it but would have them tell her what they want. What they’d like to do to her.

I feel like she’d love her partner’s hands a lot. Just get down and dirty and have them holding onto her or their hands pleasuring her and caressing her.

Just putting it out there, I do feel like she’d be seduced by someone passionate but pretty discreet and very respectful.

I feel like she’d take her time licking someone’s body all over and praise them a lot.

I also feel like she’d like her partner to get on top of her while they’re both sitting outside. Make out and talk with them.

Very very intense eye contact obviously. She’s a bit scary. But she’d reassure her partner. It would feel a bit cold though I will say that.

Overall doesn’t cum easily herself and isn’t horny that much. But will indulge from time to time.

But my question is, would she tie someone up with her hair?

Did it end up being as long as the rest of the bunch? I am a fraud and I want some.

Konan x reader HCs (NSFW)

Ah ah sit on my face.

Konan is not a very sexual person. At least to me. It gets very melancholic if you can call sex that.

I think she’d have to trust the person she’s with.

I think she’d like slow and sensual sex. That being said, she could also go for rawer, harsher sex. It depends on her mood. If she feels very very upset or worried she’ll go for the latter in order to let go for a while. She won’t necessarily take the lead there though. But she will ask for that.

No but once that’s started, she’d be pretty adventurous with her S/O though.

Adventurous as in she could try tying them up or use toys. She would try to have sex in unusual places too. Nothing public though.

I feel like she could tease a partner. She has the potential.

Likes to have someone use both their tongue and fingers on her.

Definitely likes to sit on people’s face. Definitely likes to have her partner sit on hers. I feel like she would love 69.

I feel like she’d love small titties. But that’s not necessarily true.

She’d also be into kissing. She’d like to kiss people’s scars/stretch marks. Kiss their neck, shoulders, hands. I feel like she wouldn’t necessarily bite or leave hickeys. It would be a very light touch of her lips, everywhere.

I think she’d be one to praise a partner a lot. Confidence boost to be honest.

I feel like she could use her paper clones during sex.

I definitely think that she could get Pein to join. Sad sex galore though. It’s intense, passionate but also, you’d feel out of place at first. But I’m getting carried away.

I feel like she’d have sex in her bath too.

I feel like she could like a partner that can sometimes let go and give her control over them but that wouldn’t be opposed to doing that themselves. She’s all about reciprocation and equal give and take situations.

I think she tastes good and smells nice.

Tenten x reader HCs (NSFW)

Ah yes, the girlfriend.

Tenten is a more dominant partner. I do not take criticism.

Queen of taking care of pillow princesses. She’d love that. She wants her partners to feel great and that just gets her going.

But do I even need to say that she would use toys on her and her partners? Definitely less known ones too. Let her, she’s an expert.

She’s very strong, she can lift you up and eat you out right then and there. Just watch her.

I feel like she’d want to try out very intricate positions with her partner. Think of any position where her parner isn’t touching the ground or has their head upside down. Nah but she lift anyone up come on.

She wouldn’t really care for lingerie though. It’s a bit disapointing if you made an effort. She’s just pulling it of without even taking a look.

I feel like she’d be very funny and light hearted during sex. kinky but make it casual.

I think she’d like having sex after training or working. I think it definitely makes her horny.

I think she’d get pretty nasty but would still keep it very light, like she could spit on your pussy and start eating it like it’s the best thing she’s ever done/had but still would laugh and talk while doing so WHAT IS IT ABOUT SPITTING AND THESE HEADCANONS I SWEAR

I think she’d ask her partner if they like what she’s doing a lot and then tease them.

I feel like she’d be very quick to pick up on someone’s more hidden kinks too. She’d play along just because she wants them to have a good time. She’s pretty open, she’s ready to hear and try lots of things.

I feel like she’d love to have someone eat her out while she’s standing. She likes feeling their hands keep her steady and pulling their hair a bit.

I feel like she’d be good at aftercare and making anyone feel satisfied.

Would have quickies and would have very very long sessions, she’s ok with anything. She has the stamina.

Again I do see her as someone who’d manhandle their partner a bit. She’d warn them and pick up their mood quite quickly too. If they need very fast and raw sex, she’s here to provide.

A pleaser more than anything I think.

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clonewarslover55 · 4 years

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You say you like Boba?? Any chance for some Boba Fett SFW/NSFW HCs for a relationship with him??

Yes!!!! I love Boba!!!! I made this super long because I love Boba Fett too much lol. I also based this mostly off of legends Boba, because legends Boba is the best lol.

Note: Boba Fett is a true Mandalorian, just like his father Jango Fett.

Boba Fett relationship headcanons SFW and NSFW

SFW

Boba Fett is the galaxy’s most famous bounty hunter, so he is a very busy man

He lives on Slave I so if you ever want to see him often you’d have to move in with him

If you don’t join him on his ship then you’ll see him whenever he gets a chance to stop by

He’ll stop by at like your job or something, making sure to cause a scene because he’s dramatic

If you stay with him on Slave I you quickly learn that he owns like three t-shirts

Boba has no outfits at all, when he’s not in his armor he’s in a t-shirt and cargo pants

He only owns one pair of boots that are older than he is

If you even think of buying him clothes he won’t wear them

Boba is extremely stubborn, and you learn that early on

For example, Slave I is old as shit and is falling apart slowly. He fixes the ship by himself, he will not pay to get it fixed

Fixing Slave I while shirtless just to show off is Boba’s favorite pastime

He’s a big show off and will not admit it

Boba has a lot of money from his job, but he never really spends it.

He is also a very blunt man, he speaks his mind openly and doesn’t take any shit

This makes him sassy as hell sometimes

He plans ahead constantly, he always has a plan for everything

Boba even plans out what is going to happen with you both in the future

He just believes you’ll get tired of him and leave one day, which secretly worries him

He’s use to being lonely and miserable, so he never really tries to stop you if you ever want to leave

Being a blunt man, he isn’t very romantic.

He isn’t big into giving or receiving gifts. Sometimes he’ll bring you back little trinkets from his job

“This reminded me of you.” He mumbles out as he throws a pretty necklace that he stole at you

Speaking of mumbling?? Boba doesn’t like to raise his voice and he mumbles often

Boba doesn’t talk that much. Once you get to know him better you’ll learn that his body language is very readable.

Boba is terrible at showing any emotion besides anger and irritation, so you’ll have to work hard to get him to laugh

He is a very angry man, you can see it in his dark irises

Boba doesn’t like to talk about his emotions, instead he bottles them up

He hardly talks about his father, but if you ask he’d love to tell you stories

He obviously misses his father, and thinking of his death angers him greatly

Being such a detached man means that you’ll have to work hard for your relationship to work out

Boba is a workaholic, so expect him to always be working

Slave I often as has bounties in the cargo hold, just ignore them and you’ll be fine

Sleep? Boba has never heard of her. He hardly ever sleeps, and when he does he doesn’t sleep well

He has nightmares often, mostly about losing his father and his hard life as a teen

Please cuddle this broken boy when he has nightmares

You swear you’ve never seen this man eat anything but protein sticks/ration sticks

They taste like paper but carry all the proper nutrients so he doesn’t care

If you bring him sweets though he’ll act like he won’t eat them. Then eat them all in the middle of the night

He is a very very attractive man, but he doesn’t see it

All he sees in the mirror is his father, he hates his reflection

The clones? Boba doesn’t like them either. He doesn’t see them as brothers

Especially the clones trained by his father and the Cuy’val Dar

Boba Fett is a very miserable man, but you make him happier

Does he show it? Not really.

Boba is a hardass and doesn’t have the time to give any fucks

He does not care about anyone's opinion, sometimes he cares about yours though

Boba doesn’t know how to really show his love for you, so he shows it by being super protective

Possessive as hell. Boba get’s jealous super easily but won’t show it in any way but anger

He will kill a person that looks at you wrong. You’ve seen him kill a man in a bar with his bare hands over you before

He’s crazy but it’s pretty hot

He sometimes does trophy hunts and will bring you back a fur blanket or something. He thinks it’s sweet

Those braids on his shoulders? Wookie scalps. He’ll happily tell you about it

Boba had a wife and daughter when he around eighteen(18) but he had to leave them because his dangerous job made them targets of other bounty hunters

He doesn’t like to talk about them. At all. He’ll tell you he fucked up badly with them and that’s it

If you ever get pregnant with his child expect him to freak out badly

His dangerous job will make you a target as well, so be prepared for Boba to have a tracking device on you that you don’t know about

He has a reason to be so protective of you, he has many enemies

Boba gets injured a lot and knows how to fix himself up. It’s terrifying how he doesn’t really show pain

He’s obviously had a very difficult life, and it makes you sad.

Once he escapes from the Sarlacc and heals he is covered in acid burn scars, and one of his legs is pretty fucked up.

The leg will give him problems throughout his life, and that’s all he really complains about

You’ll have to say “I love you” first. Boba will either be like, “Ha ha cool.” Then disappear for a month or he’ll be like, “I think I love you too.” Then disappear for a month

Boba knows that everyone he has ever loved has either died or ended up in danger

So falling in love with you scares him pretty bad. You’ll have to talk some sense into him

Once he calms down and learns that feelings are a good thing he’ll be a little nicer to you

He’ll still be an asshole but he’s an asshole that loves you

Boba Fett would die for you, that’s how he shows his love

He isn’t the perfect boyfriend but he tries

NSFW

Your relationship starts out as only sexual btw

Because Boba is scared of falling in love with you

Boba has a lot of experience and it shows

He’ll find out what makes you tick and he won’t ever forget

His self control is terrifying, so you’ll have to work hard to make him snap

Since his self control is so good he draws out orgasm after orgasm from you

Like I said before, Boba does not give a fuck. So he’ll fuck you anytime, anywhere

Boba has fucked you in front of his bounties before

He is also extremely possessive, so he covers you in marks to prove that only he can fuck you

When his jealousy gets the best of him he basically turns into an animal and fucks away his frustrations

He absolutely loves having sex in his armor while you’re completly naked

Boba loves some good ol’ rough sex, but sometimes he’ll be gentle and slow

Sometimes he’ll fuck you painfully slow, mainly as a punishment

He loves punishing you, sometimes he’ll leave your ass bruised for days

Orgasm denial is his favorite punishment, that or overstimulation

Boba is surprisingly kinky and will openly tell you about his kinks

He does have a breeding kink, but he tries to control it. He doesn’t want another kid

Boba is on male birth control but he is still cautious

He’ll really do anything, so tell him your darkest desires and he may make them come true

He isn’t really into being submissive but there are some rare nights

Pegging? Absolutely. He’ll whine and beg like a whore

After you peg him once he’ll ask you to do it a lot more often

He’s pretty big into anal in general, so prepare for that

Boba is into choking as well, if you try to choke him then it’s game on

Sometimes he can be pretty rough, but he makes up for it in aftercare

He’s a sweetheart if you two have time for aftercare

He’ll clean both of you up with a warm rag then cuddle you, while whispering sweet nothings into your ear

Boba’s weakness is his neck, if you kiss him there he melts

Please mark this dirty man up, he loves it

He loves oral sex! Giving or receiving!

His mouth is magical and he knows it

Boba is a quiet man so he isn’t really into dirty talk, but he will mumble out some hot words here and there

His voice is gruff as hell, so the few words he does say makes you melt

He’s a little shit, so he teases the fuck out of you 24/7

Please fall asleep on his chest after sex and just cuddle him, he’ll sleep like a baby

#boba fett #bobafett #jango fett #jangofett #JANGO FETT AND BOBA FETT ARE MANDALORIANS #i love Boba Fett too much #Boba Fett is the sexist thing in StarWars #i’ve been thirsty for Boba for years....#boba fett x reader #boba fett x you #boba fett x y/n #Boba Fett x Fem!Reader

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YOU’RE GOING TO HAVE TO BEAR WITH ME ON THE LENGTH OF THIS BECAUSE I HAVE SOME FEELINGS AND ALSO I WILL DIE ON THIS HILL, OKAY. THE HILL OF HOW MUCH I LOVE OBI-WAN KENOBI AND YOU HAVE PROVIDED ME WITH A CHANCE TO YELL ABOUT THIS, sorry not sorry. Obi-Wan is definitely not an emotionless robot! It takes me all of five minutes to put together a collection just from the movies of Obi-Wan expressing emotion all over the place, from worry to frustration to happiness to gut wrenching sorrow to anger to joy to pride. You can look at any one of these gifs and see exactly what Obi-Wan is feeling and showing:

Obi-Wan doesn’t have to vomit his feelings everywhere–and the idea that, if he doesn’t, he’s expressing himself “wrong” doesn’t sit very well with me, especially as someone who may be effusive and feelings-vomity on-line, but in my personal life, I’m a lot more reserved and I don’t express myself in the same way. And that’s fine. I’m fine! Other people like this are fine! Obi-Wan is fine! He has feelings, he expresses them in the way that works for himself and he’s generally pretty fine with others being who they are as well--the only time he gets after Anakin is when he’s literally a boiling rage pot that’s about to explode. Which leads to: Of course Obi-Wan tries to help Anakin and says nice things to him! I was rereading Obi-Wan & Anakin and noticed a whole lot of praise in just those five issues!

Praise! Easily given and warmly meant and it’s not exactly a rare occurrence! Also in Revenge of the Sith:

That wasn’t exactly dragged out of Obi-Wan in that scene, he said it very easily and very warmly and there’s every indication that this was not rare, especially given all the other examples in canon to go with it! As for helping Anakin--he does that, too. In Age of the Republic - Obi-Wan Kenobi, when Anakin gets upset about feeling like Obi-Wan doesn’t want him around, Obi-Wan makes a point to specifically talk to him, to tell Anakin about what he was going through and help Anakin understand. He talks about himself and his own experiences as well!

They resolve their issues (especially away from Palpatine’s influence) and understand each other better, that Obi-Wan shows warmth and honesty and kindness to Anakin and gets the same back, they were good together. Same for in Age of the Republic - Anakin Skywalker, when Anakin is struggling with the war (as they all are), Obi-Wan approaches him and has an honest conversation with him and praises Anakin (as well as, at the end of the issue, he gives full credit to Anakin’s hard work is what gave those people a real chance). Again, it’s easy to see what emotions Obi-Wan is going through here, just as much as it’s easy to see that he’s proud of Anakin and the person he’s worked so hard to become:

Obi-Wan also does this in The Clone Wars, at multiple points, like when Anakin is about to boil over because of Rush Clovis and Padme, Obi-Wan goes to talk to him (Anakin is the one who pushes him away, though, clearly regrets how he lashes out, but doesn’t call Obi-Wan back), tries to help him:

And also Attack of the Clones! Obi-Wan is RIGHT THERE, asking after Anakin, asking him about how he looks tired and if he’s sleeping:

That is the face of someone who is concerned for Anakin, who is here and listening to what Anakin has to say. His advice about dreams passing in time (because Anakin doesn’t say he had a vision, he doesn’t say his mother was in trouble in those dreams, only that he’s dreaming about her) is actually really good advice, based on what Obi-Wan knows of the situation. It’s Anakin who changes the subject rather than explain more, by saying he’d rather dream of Padme. This scene, btw, is framed with two other important scenes: - Anakin sweating and panicking while they’re on their way to see Padme, where Obi-Wan makes a ridiculous comment (that there’s no way he actually believed) that yanks Anakin right out of his anxiety spiral and helps him calm down - Anakin starts to spiral again when Padme says he’ll always be that little boy to her, that he’s upset she didn’t seem glad to see him at all, so Obi-Wan is like, “Be mindful of your feelings, Anakin. But she was pleased to see us.” to cheer Anakin up. As for the Council scene--Obi-Wan is absolutely on Anakin’s side there. Being on someone’s side isn’t just blindly agreeing with them, it’s looking out for them! It’s telling them, no, don’t make a scene here, it’s not the right time, instead of just letting them make the situation worse. Anakin was being unwilling to see why the Council was reacting this way--no, he hadn’t earned being a Master (if he was that close to going off the deep end the way he we see he actually does over the course of the next few days, he was not ready to be a Jedi Master in anything but physical skills and that’s leaving out the emotional/mental having your shit together part, which is a really important part!) and so Obi-Wan was getting him to calm the fuck down and think about this whole thing. Like, that’s the whole point of their conversation afterwards--Anakin swears he didn’t ask Palpatine for this, but Obi-Wan says, “But it's what you wanted. Your friendship with Chancellor Palpatine seems to have paid off.” and Obi-Wan’s right about the way this looks really shady and they have to move carefully here. One of the most frustrating things about Anakin--and I say this with affection and love, because I love him so much--is that he has difficulties not being resentful of anything taking priority over personal loyalty, even when Obi-Wan is being loyal to him by looking out for him in a bigger picture sort of way. Blindly supporting someone is just enabling them, but finding the balance between when they need praise and when they need to be told to get their shit together, that’s a real friendship. Especially when Obi-Wan so very clearly loves Anakin, like, just look at that guy! It’s written all over his face! The entire climax of ROTS wouldn’t have had any emotional impact if we didn’t already understand that of course Obi-Wan loved him and that we could see it in the way he interacted with Anakin.

#obi wan kenobi #anakin skywalker #meta #long post

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jessiebanethedragon · 4 years

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hello if you're not too busy or something may i request a crosshair fic where he teases the reader a lot bcs she's shorter than him (probably like, reaches his chest and that's it) and like it's cute and wholesome? srry if it's weird hehe im a sucker for height differences bcs i too, am vv short. i love your fics btw 👉👈

heya! thanks for the Request and the love xoxoxo, this started in my head as cute fluff and turned a lil more saucy than i thought it would be so... yeah... oops (Hope you like!)

Oh how you hated him, the resident sniper of Clone Force 99. You absolutely hated him, every single cell in your body despised the man. And every time you saw him that stupidly handsome face was there to mock you. He made you seethe with anger, that smirk with the toothpick and the eyes that would side stare at you like he was checking you out when in reality he was just trying to rile you up all over again.

You’d kick his ass if it wasn't so damn attractive.

“You look like you’re going to implode Picks.” Hunter mentioned offhand one morning in a briefing room. Even the name sent you into a rage. Picks. Short for Toothpick, which according to Crosshair, you were the size of.

“I hate him.” You grit out, causing Hunter to laugh from his spot in the corner, even the mere thought of you working with them again was driving you crazy. Well, okay, you didn't hate him per-say, in fact you’re actually afraid of the opposite but it’s easier to pretend that you dislike the sniper than it is to pine over him constantly.

“He’s not that bad…” Hunter started and then stopped when you sent him a glare.

“Who’s not that bad?” Tech asked entering the briefing room to look over the Holoprojection once more before you departed. With Wrecker in tow the two began discussing various assault attempts for the mission.

“Crosshair.” Hunter supplied for his goggled brother, who immediately looked over to you, who was currently perched on a ledge, trying to ignore how your heart clenched at every mention of his name.

“Ah yes, well…” Tech trailed off, “Don’t worry Picks i’m sure he’s uh…. Mellowed.” he offered, trying to ease your worries.

“I hate him.” You stated again, maybe if you said it out loud enough it would be true.

“Well that’s just rude Short Stuff.” The voice drawled from the doorway, where of course, the man in question was leaning. Not even wearing his full armor like the rest of the batch. You swore he left the top half off and pushed his sleeves up just to annoy you.

“Listen here wise-ass. This is my mission, you follow my command.” You said hoping down from the ledge and stalking over to him, falling short (no pun intended) when your face met his chest.

Oh the universe was cruel.

“Yeah and what are you going to do if i don’t?” He teased, still very much relaxed.

“I’ll kick your ass.” You snapped at him, causing Crosshair to smirk and roll the toothpick in his mouth to the opposite side.

“Sure you can reach that high?” He asked, and if you weren't fuming before you were now. Why did he have to be so stunning and suave and flirty and oh right you’re supposed to be pissed at him...

“Why you little…” you started.

“That's you pretty girl.” He interrupted, maker you could not win with this man.

“I could have you court martialed.” You countered. Feeling a little disappointed that you’d reached the point of pulling rank in order to win an argument with him but he really was that difficult.

“Of course you could. But where’s the fun in that?” He tossed back to you, before lazily saluting Hunter and striding out of the door. You threw your hands in the air as he sauntered away, had he really just shown up to drive you crazy and then leave. Probably. But he was certainly not getting the last say this time.

“Hey!” you called after him, jogging down the empty hallway to catch up.

“Yes general?” He raised an eyebrow for a split second before a look of fear overtook his face as you sprinted at him. Throwing yourself at the unsuspecting sniper and tackling him to the floor. Crosshair wasn't exactly as much muscle as his brothers, but he was still much bigger than you. And that didn't make an impromptu wrestling session in a GAR hallway easy. So of course in moments he had you pinned against the wall (no complaint from you other than the embarrassment of being beaten.) Legs flailing every which way in an attempt to kick/knee him in a not-so-low blow to his crotch.

“Hey.” he said, trying to maneuver away from you legs but still keep your upper half pinned. You let out a frustrated scream.

“Hey.” He pressed again, softer this time.

“What?” You huffed relenting, and slipping into the grip he had on your hands and one on your hip to support you. Oh, well now things were a tad awkward.

“I think there was some miscommunication.” Crosshair states, watching you get more and more confused.

“How so?” You take his bait, you have no idea where he’s going with this. He lets out a sigh looking around and stepping closer to you, is it weird to notice how good he smells? You ask yourself, right around the same time your eyes meet his and you turn to putty in his hands.

“I was tryin’ to…” he starts before letting off another sigh. Gently leaning closer, testing the boundaries, waiting for you to tell him to back off. Instead you take a breath.

“Trying to what?” you whisper, before it all clicks, the teasing, the names weren't even names at all. Terms of endearment, your brain finally makes the connection.

“Listen, the long necks didn't exactly teach flirting.” He admits quietly. Loosening his hands and letting your feet reconnect with the floor.

“I can tell.” You tease, and you see Crosshairs mouth open and close, like it’s searching for words that he doesn't know.

“I’m sorry.” He settles on, “if I upset you.” You straighten in shock, did he just apologise? Did the sniper of the Bad Batch, known for his assholery just give you an apology? Now that was a win. He pauses for a second before turning away from you. And as if you're possessed by a much more confident version of yourself, your hand grasps his and stops him from leaving.

“You are so stupid.” You shake your head at him, leaning up onto your toes to fist his blacks and pull him close to you.

It’s not exactly a romantic kiss, more like a kiss that's been pushed away for so long it’s surfacing with a vengeance. It’s full of yearning and want, and so when Crosshair leans down whispers for you to jump, and all but slams you into the wall again, you happily comply. Legs around his waist and tongues in each other's mouths.

And then he groans. The bastard has the audacity to groan into your mouth, the sound has you reeling and whining into his. And maker what are you even doing? This is so against every rule in the GAR regulation handbook.

“Regulations.” You pant as somewhere he moves from your lips to your jaw to your neck.

“I don’t give a damn.” He almost growls into your neck. Especially when your hands anchor themselves in his hair.

“But…” Your brain tries to think of any reason to not do what you’re doing right now, but it draws a blank. So you let all your responsibilities go to hell as you pull his face back to yours and envelop his lips again.

“That's so gross.” Tech comments at the view in front of him, having leant out of the doorway to make sure you hadn't killed his vod. And instead getting greeted by what could only be described as the most intense makeout session he’d ever seen.

“What's gross?” Hunter asked, moving to join him, and before Tech had a chance to want him. “Oh for kriffs sake!” He shouted, throwing his hands in the air at his sniper's actions.

“I liked it better when they hated each other…” Tech stated a look of disgust on his face. “Hunter?” He asked turning to where his sergeant had been, only to see him sitting back in the briefing room holding his head in his hands and Wrecker having the time of his life laughing it up in the doorway.

“It’s about damn time!” He called loud enough for the two of you to jump apart in surprise. Flushing red as you caught Techs terrified face and Wreckers loud laugh.

“Come on Toothpick, you got a mission to run.” Crosshair said, looking down at you and stealing one last soft kiss before turning back to his brothers.

Okay so maybe you didn't hate him all that much.

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cutesuki--bakugou · 5 years

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Your husband is cloned by a quirk and you just so happen to love that. So what do you do? The only thing that makes sense, of course.

Rating: Explicit Warnings: Sex (anal and vaginal), DP, foreplay, blowjob, throat fucking, vulgar phrases and words Words: 4681 Pairing: Bakugou Katsuki (x2) x Fem! Reader

a/n: I’m sorry if it’s a bit confusing to tell the difference between clone and real Bakugou. I have it set up like Bakugou = Real. Katsuki = Clone. The reader specifies it as well to try and clear some stuff up. But yeah, this is the naughtiest thing I’ve written in a while and I took some risks, hopefully it works out and y’all enjoy it! Don’t forget to read past the “Read More”!

BTW, please blacklist the tag cutesuki-lemons if you do not want to see this content from my blog. I will no longer be tagging with specific keywords for this type of content.Thank you~

Due to the nature of this post, the characters are 18+

Edit: I forgot to add the anon that requested and inspired this lovely idea, I’m sorry! Thank you so much for sending this in! (⋟﹏⋞)

Being married to the explosive Bakugou Katsuki, there is very little that surprises you. That man, as hot headed and rough around the edges as he could be, was always surprising you in one way or another in the forms of sentimental gestures and words that no other person alive was ever meant to hear. Along with being married to him, you were more involved in the life of pro heros than you ever really expected to be, as in his late twenties, he was very quickly becoming a prominent name and popular icon. A new quirk or odd behavior was always expressed to you by him when he arrived home, as he always had something new to rant about. But this… this was not something that you were familiar with. The fact that you were staring at two sets of glaring crimson eyes made you almost feel faint, tempted to shut the door and reopen it just to make sure you weren't hallucinating.

“Katsuki…” You stared up at the one you assumed to be the original, as he was dressed in the clothes he had left in that morning, while the other was in some outfit you had never seen before. “Why… What- I mean… There are two of you.” You gestured from one to the other and back again with an accusatory pointed finger, gaining an annoyed and almost simultaneous click of the tongue from both blondes before you.

“No shit.” The original barked in an annoyed huff, placing a rough hand on your arm to urge you out of the way so they could enter. You followed direction, watching them shuffle in through the door before shutting and locking it into place.

“How are there two of you? Why are there two of you? Which is the real one?”

“I am!” With a point to his own face, Bakugou glowered down at you, the familiar snarl and wedding ring on his finger calming your initial fears. The other Bakugou, who stood awkwardly off to the side, wasn’t wearing a ring and he also gave off a different… energy to the original. It was obvious that he was confused and out of place, though he glanced around at both the environment and at you with a sense of familiarity. Before you could really even say anything else, your husband snatched you by the arm and dragged you off to a different room, making you stumble over your feet for a second before catching your footing.

“No need to drag me around Katsuki—”

Bakugou brought a finger to his lips, hushing you with an urgency that spiked a bit of annoyance in you. All you knew at this point was that he had better start explaining himself quickly before you got frustrated, and the look on your face must have told him that as he began to spill his guts to you.

“Sorry. Look, while I was out at a call, a villain touched me and used their quirk on me to try and catch me off guard. It didn’t work, but it did make him. He is literally me, down to memories and feelings. We have to get rid of him!”

A frown crossed your lips as you glanced out of the doorway, seeing the clone wander about while looking at pictures along the wall. “He’s… not having like a crisis or something? I’m surprised he’s not upset.”

Bakugou shook his head, letting his hands fall down your arms to tenderly hold your hands. “After the villain was caught, she explained her quirk… They may be exactly like me, but they won’t ever realize they’re going to fuck off when they fall asleep. Fuck off as in… turn into a doll. And even though he has all my memories and shit he’s… very compliant.”

“Hm… When he falls asleep he’s gonna turn into a doll? Why don’t we just let him hang around until night time, and he’ll go to sleep. I don’t want you to attack him and knock him out or anything… That’s so mean.” You squeezed his fingers as you tried to have him understand your point of view. “If he’s literally you, then he probably feels really comfortable here. What a shame for his final moments of existence to be fear or pain.”

Bakugou glowered down at you, obviously annoyed with your empathy. “So what, you want to invite him to have dinner and watch TV with us and share our bed?”

“It’s technically his bed, too. He’s you.” You gave a very nonchalant shrug, ignoring the frustrated furrow of your lovers brow. “I don’t want you to hurt him. We should make his only day alive something enjoyable. Let’s go talk to him.”

“Babe—” Bakugou sighed as you walked away from him, towards the clone that instantly peered down at you curiously. He seemed genuinely happy at the smile on your face, and though you could tell he wanted to, he was reluctant to touch you. Fiddling with your nails as you came to stand in front of him, you gave a small cough to clear your throat, glancing back at the real Bakugou as he glared at you from his spot learning against the doorframe.

“So, uhm…” You began, turning your attention to the Bakugou in front of you. “Things can get a little confusing I think, so… How about I call you Katsuki, and him Bakugou.” As you addressed them, you gestured to them, feeling your cheeks flush a bit at how ridiculous you sounded. “I’m used to calling him Katsuki, but it’ll be okay for now. I’ll try not to get you mixed up. Deal?” You glanced back again at Bakugou who merely shrugged in an ‘I don’t give a fuck’ manner, while Katsuki in front of you gave a calm nod.

“Sure, [Name]. I, oh fuck, sorry—” Having unconsiciously placed his hand on your arm, Katsuki quickly pulled it away as you gave a small flinch in surprise. With this, you saw a flash of confusion and defeat across his face, as if he hadn’t been expecting you to do that. Well, of course he hadn’t. To him, you were his lover, his wife and you loved each other fiercely. Physical touch was important between you and Bakugou, and so you knew that it was just as important to Katsuki. Still, you felt conflicted yourself. You could feel the tension from behind you, fuming off of your husband like it was a tangible object. A clone of himself or not, you knew that he wasn’t going to just let another man touch you.

Deciding to change the subject, you motioned towards the bedroom with a small nod of your head, prompting Katsuki to follow you. “Come on. How about you both get comfortable and we can, uhm… Make dinner, I guess.”

Bakugou pushed himself up off the doorframe, entering the room before either of you. “I get my tank and shorts, got it?!”

Katsuki scoffed, reaching behind him to pull his shirt up and over his head. “Whatever, I don’t give a fuck, I’m not going to fight with myself over clothes.”

“Hey, hey, chill. Please.” You placed a hand on Bakugou’s arm to calm him, though by the click of his tongue you got in response, it didn’t work. “You have plenty of clothes to share. Just pick an outfit.” At this point, you already felt like you were babysitting, taking a step back as the two grown men bickered over what comfortable clothes the other wanted. Though, their huffing and puffing wasn’t really what was on your mind. Looking at them, both shirtless now, you felt a heat spread through your cheeks and down to your toes. You had two versions of your husband in your house, both of them who knew who you were and loved you equally. One was definitely in a better mood than the other, but that only made it better.

You couldn’t stop the thoughts and visions flashing through your mind of both men pleasuring you from all sides, one fucking you from behind while the other made you gag on his cock. They were identical, down to the scars and minute imperfections on their skin. You couldn’t resist the sinful thoughts, especially as they continued stripping and changing. The instant Katsuki’s gaze landed on you, catching you staring, you took in a breath and shuffled away, mumbling something about having to go to the restroom. Shutting the door a bit too loudly, you leaned against it, placing a hand on your chest as you tried to calm your heavy breathing and racing heart.

You almost lost it there, [Name]. You gotta calm down, there’s no way the original is gonna fall for a threesome. But this is a once in a lifetime thing! To be fucked by double Katsuki’s… What a dream—

There was a sudden rough knock on the door, startling you so badly that you almost screamed out loud. Heart now racing even worse, you took a few deep breaths, opening the door to peek out. You could instantly see that it was Bakugou, his wedding ring gleaming against the light as his hand came to rest on the door.

“What the fuck is wrong with you, babe?”

Opening up the door just a bit more, you allowed him to stand halfway inside so you could whisper to each other. You kept yourself close to him, tenderly caressing his upper arm as you let out a trembling breath. “I’m fine, I’m fine. It’s just… This is a lot to take in all the sudden in a… different way.”

“Different way?” With a cocked eyebrow, he glanced over your body, noticing the timid stance and erect nipples behind the thin cloth of your t-shirt. Your flushed face and pounding heartbeat were dead giveaways as well, though instead of his usual smirk at realizing your current state, he narrowed his eyes at you. “Are you horny?!”

“Shh!” You reached up and covered his mouth, standing on your tiptoes to look out and make sure you weren’t being listened to. “Don’t say it so loud.”

“So you are.” Bakugou continued when you removed your hand, giving a small shrug. “Well let me in there, we’ll fuck real quick and get to— ah, wait!” Now, he shoved himself the rest of the way inside, shutting the door behind him. In the same moment, he pressed you up against it, forcing a gasp from your lips as his leg wedged firmly into place between yours. He liked to do this, pin you up against whatever solid surface he could and tease the hell out of you, until you were writhing and begging for him to fuck you. Though, this was a bit different, as his glare showed little signs of the typical lust you were familiar with seeing.

“You little slut. You want to fuck both of us, don’t you?” With your hard swallow and guilty gaze, a smirk finally crossed his lips, gripping your chin to force you to look up at him. “I should've known you were going to be like that. You’re so obsessed with the way I fuck you, there’s no way you wouldn’t want it from two of me. What were you thinking, hm? A cock in your ass and your cunt?” His hand began to travel down your body, teasing you with just a hit of that rough touch you craved. “Like hell I’m going to share you with anyone, not even a version of myself.”

“Why not, Katsuki?” Your eyes darted from his face down his his hips, able to see his erect member pressing against the fabric of his sweatpants. “It would be fun. And so sexy… imagine me, kneeling on the floor, face covered in your cum. Letting you take turns fucking my throat.” Clutching onto his shirt tightly with one hand, you let the other slip between your bodies, slowly and firmly palming his member through the fabric of his bottoms. “You’re already rock hard thinking about it.”

“You think you could handle it?” Bakugou pressed his leg further up between yours to press against your sex, prompting you to eagerly grind your hips. “I leave you ruined just on my own. I don’t think you’d be able to take it. You’d be begging for mercy.”

“You underestimate me, love. The only thing I’d be begging for is more.” You tugged him in closer, catching his lips in a heated kiss. In that same second, you were in his arms, pressed up against the door. Keeping yourself latched to him with your arms around his neck and legs around his waist, you sighed softly at the feeling of his member pressing into your sex, wishing despirately to feel him inside you. While one arm kept you firmly in position, the other hand was free to roam, his rough and calloused palm sliding up your bare thigh. His touch was like fire, telling you just how seriously turned on he was, too. Just maybe you could get him to agree… after letting him have a little fun on his own first.

“Please,” you moaned breathlessly into the kiss, reaching down between your bodies to slip his manhood free from his clothes. “I need to feel you inside me. Right now.” As you moved your poor excuse for pajama shorts and underwear side, Bakugou complied, shifting your body just enough to slip himself inside you. You felt every inch of your body tingle in excitement and pleasure, your heart racing at the sound of his groan against your cheek. He may have teased you about being obsessed with the way he made love to you, but you knew that he was just as addicted. Even though he put on a tough show, you could easily make him do whatever you begged for, like he was wrapped around your little finger. A simple touch or glance could have him immediately wanting you, and now that you had him this far, you knew that you could weasel your way into adding another cock to the party.

You didn’t have much time to contemplate exactly how you would pull that off, distracted as he began to thrust his hips, fucking you at a rough and hard pace that made the wooden door at your back sqeak and rattle with each movement. Every inch of him vanished within your depths with each stroke, fogging your mind to everything but the irresistible pleasure. You were so engrossed, in fact, that you didn’t hear footsteps approaching the door from the other side, only able to focus on Bakugou’s lips and teeth against your skin.

Suddenly, you felt an emptiness at your back and a wash of cold air swallow you both as the door to the restroom was swung open rapidly. With a squeal from your lips and a sharp inhale from Bakugou, you began to tumble backwards at the loss of support. Though, just as soon as it had gone, it was back again, though the presence that you found your back against was more familiar and warm than the cold wooden door. You were now pressed against Katsuki’s chest, his hands gripping onto your upper arms tightly to support the weight of both of you.

“Hey, what the fuck?!” Bakugou barked at his mirror image, glaring at Katsuki over the top of your head. “Get that smirk off your face asshole, who the fuck invited you?!”

“[Name] did. You think I didn’t hear you two talking in there or could tell what she was thinking?” Katsuki’s hands slid under your arms, gripping and squeezing your breasts roughly. You couldn’t resist a soft gasp, the mutual feeling of Bakugou inside you and now Katsuki’s hands on you making your head swim. “I saw her staring at us. Just like you, I know exactly what she wanted. And you weren’t exactly subtle, fucking against the door like that. It’s like you wanted me to notice.”

Trembling, you clutched onto Bakugou’s shoulders tightly, lightly rocking your hips to move him within you. “You two stop fighting and just fuck me already!”

Bakugou complied without a moment's hesitation, using Katsuki’s leverage to keep you stable. Your voice squeaked out in pleasure as you laid your head back, catching Katsuki’s gaze. The lust in his crimson glare was so clear, feeling a heat rush to your face as he smirked against your cheek, one hand coming up to wrap around your throat. “That’s it, babe,” He hissed in your ear, making your heart flutter violently. His other hand left your breast and vanished elsewhere for a moment, and you could only hope that he was preparing himself for what you wanted most. “You’re such a naughty little bitch. Tell me what you want.”

As Katsuki’s lips came to hover near yours, you could feel it, the hard presence of his cock against your ass as it bounced with Bakugou’s thrusts. The fire inside you began to swell, unable to tear your eyes away from your lovers clone and his hypnotizing crimson glare. “I-I want you both! I want your cock in my ass— ah!” Your voice squeaked as Bakugou increased his speed and roughness, pulling your attention to him.

“Beg harder, babygirl. Beg like the cock hungry slut you are!”

You knew exactly how he wanted you to talk, how filthy he wanted you to be, and it wasn’t something you were going to resist. “P-please, fuck me in my cunt and my ass! Fill me up and use me!”

Again, your pathetic excuse for clothing was moved aside, with Bakugou pausing just long enough to let Katsuki sink his length into your ass. You and Bakugou were no strangers to anal sex, so it wasn’t as if that was what shocked you. No, it was the feeling being completely full, not a single inch of you untouched. There was new pleasures you had never felt before, the heat inside you almost unbearable, and yet, you loved it. Pressed between these two men, who were alike in every sense of the word, cocooned you in warmth, bringing an odd sense of sleepiness to your mind. That is, until they began to move, very quickly finding a rhythm. They didn’t alternate like you expected. Instead, they matched each others pace, making you melt into puddy in their hands.

Trapped in their arms, you couldn’t move, only able to anchor yourself to something with your hands, which clutched onto Bakugou’s shirt and shoulders. Just from the look on his face, you could tell that it felt different for him as well, though in what way you couldn’t really imagine. All you cared about was the fact that he was enjoying it, and so was Katsuki from the groans and soft curses you heard near your ear. Within no time, you could feel it, the pleasure building into a ball in your core, until it exploded in a rush of moans, trembling and uncontrollable jerks of your body.

“Oh fuck, babygirl, that’s it,” Katsuki purred in your ear, both men having to stop from the pressure of your contracting walls. “You’re such a good girl.” Through your panting and soft gasps, Katsuki turned your head with a push of his thumb, catching your lips in a passionate kiss. His tongue invaded your mouth instantly, forcing you into that submission that you loved and leaving you breathless.

“She’s gotten off too easy,” Bakugou huffed, removing himself from inside you and leaving you aching for his return. “Put her ass on the bed.”

Complying, Katsuki released your lips and removed himself from you as well, taking on the full weight of your body to walk you over to the bed. Dropping you onto the mattress, you bounced with the impact, gazing up at both men expectantly. Smirk on his lips, Bakugou removed his shirt, coming to stand at the side of the bed. Without questioning or waiting for instruction, you scooted your body closer, instantly taking his hard and throbbing cock into your mouth as you rolled over onto your stomach. Propping yourself up on your arms, you lovingly tended to his member, running your tongue along the underside and stroking him with that firm grip you knew he loved. With a pleasured sigh, Bakugou ran his fingers through your hair, stopping at the base of your head to apply pressure to keep you from going anywhere.

Taking a curious glance up at his face, you could instantly tell why, his gaze following Katsuki as he climbed onto the bed behind you. Eager hands gripped your ass, squeezing and spreading you open, even though you still had your shorts and underwear on. “What a filthy little slut you are, drenched through your clothes like that.” A hard smack to your ass followed his words, making you squeak and unconsciously take Bakugou’s cock deeper into your mouth. After another rough slap, your clothes were pulled down, leaving you exposed to him. The chill of the room was short lived as he slipped his cock between your legs, urging you to squeeze them together before he began thrusting his hips. The way his cock stroked against your clit sent tingles across your skin, your moans muffled by the dick in your mouth. The more pleasure you received, the more you gave, turning Bakugou into his own panting and grunting mess.

Eventually, with a tight grip of your hair, you knew what was about to happen. Removing your hands from him, you kept your mouth and head loose for him, allowing him to thrust his hips. He was going slow at first, like he usually did, soaking in the feeling of his tip pressing into the back of your throat. You could barely register the sounds coming from behind you, merely following direction as you were told to squeeze your thighs together tighter.

Bakugou scoffed, glaring at his clone with a smug smirk on his lips. “What’s wrong, you fucker? About to cum already?”

You gave a muffled squeal as Katsuki increase the roughness of his thrusts, feeling yourself about to peak again just from the stroking of your clit. “Whether you’re in or not, she’s going to be covered in cum by the time I’m done with her. I’ll cum as many times as I fucking feel like.” With a shuddering of your body as you came, you were given some reprieve from the cock in your mouth to breathe, fighting between coughing and moaning as you stroked Bakugou’s length in the meantime. As you were still cumming, you felt a hot release all over your legs, listening as Katsuki grunted with his own release. It coated your thighs and cunt, surprising you a bit with how much there seemed to be. With a heavy sigh, Katsuki took a moment to recover, spreading his cum across your pussy with his thumb. “What a pretty sight.”

Before you could even think of a response, Bakugou forced his cock back into your mouth, fucking your throat at his own pace and roughness. You couldn’t even react to the sudden feeling of Katsuki’s cock sinking into your pussy, fucking you from behind at an equally rough pace. It was exactly as you had imagined, a mixture of pleasure and pain that had your eyes rolling back, once again completely at their mercy. Every inch of your body felt more sensitive than it ever had before, even your nipples as they scraped against the fabric of your shirt enough to add to the pleasure.

“You want my cum all over your face, babygirl? Or do you want to swallow it?” Bakugou didn’t give you any chance to even answer, coming to his own conclusion just from the pleading furrow of your brow and tears pricking at the corners of your eyes. You wanted to feel it on your skin, to have him dirty you up as his counterpart had. You wanted to feel the heat of his essence on you, to watch his face as he jacked off on your face. So, that is what you received, with Bakugou removing himself from your mouth at the last moments. He gave you just enough time to open your mouth wide, catching what little bit of his cum on your tongue that you could while your body rocked with Katsuki’s thrusts.

Leaning his head back as he came, Bakugou’s smirk spread, watching your body for a moment before he gripped your chin, giving Katsuki a quick glance that told him to stop. The clone did so, slowly removing himself from within you before filling you back up again in slow and teasing thrusts. Using his thumb, Bakugou spread his cum across your cheek and to your lips, allowing you to lick and suck it off his fingers.

“You like the taste of my cum, don’t you?”

“Yes,” You answered breathlessly, staring up at him through blurry and teary vision. “I love it. I love your cum—” Your voice hitched as Katsuki removed himself from your pussy, sinking his cock instead into your ass as deep as it would go. Once done, he grabbed your arms and shifted your positions, laying down as he pulled your body back against his. Understanding, you kept your legs open and displayed, panting as you smiled up at Bakugou.

“C’mon, love. I want you both to fuck me until you’ve had enough. I told you I could take it.”

And so you did, for hours you were treated how you had wanted to be, subdued and ravaged until your limbs were sore and body was sticky with cum and sweat. Both men had plenty to give and were just as eager to pleasure you, giving you everything you had ever wanted out of the experience. When you finally had enough was in the shower, as Bakugou enjoyed using the strongest setting of the removable shower head on your clit while they both fucked you mercilessly. You were positive that you had never had such a powerful orgasm, even sure that your mind had gone black for a few seconds as you came, pressed between their bodies just like when you had started.

Now cleaned and so worn out you couldn’t quite move your legs, Bakugou carried you to the bed once dried off, shoving the dirtied comforter off the bed to leave mostly clean sheets for you to lay on. As he sat you down, he softly moved some hair out of your face, kissing your lips sweetly. “How was that, you stupid girl? Got your fill?”

Smiling, you shook your head, gaining a confused cock of his eyebrow. With a wave of your arm to call Katsuki over as well, you patted both sides of the bed. “I want double cuddles.”

“At the same time?” Both men huffed in similar tones simultaneously, making you giggle.

“Yes! C’mon, lay with me.”

Giving each other annoyed glances, both of them crawled into bed on either side of you. While you stayed on your back, they both squeezed in close, with Bakugou’s face resting in your hair while Katsuki pressed his lips against your cheek, showering you in soft and gentle kisses. Your heart fluttered from the sweet affection of both men, feeling for the moment that you were the luckiest woman in the world. Even if it was just for the evening, having two living version of your husband there to love you was something that you would never forget. It was sad to lose one of them, which was the particularly more affectionate one at the moment, but at least you had given him an enjoyable existence.

“I love you.” You spoke softly, already beginning to feel sleep pulling at your mind as you reached up to softly stroke both of their cheeks.

“I love you, too.” Both spoke in unison, filling your last waking moment for the evening with a fluffy and warm sense of love that would carry you on into your dreams.

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