Pairing: Hardcase x Reader (She/They)
AU:Right to Love Clone Matchmaking AURating:SFW
Summary: The return of the bad pick up line and the first date.
Content Warning:Clones and reader speak Mando'a badly because I can't language.
Word Count:2289
FEATURING: Buddha, Shiva, Qin Shi Huang, Hades, Jack the Ripper
CONTENT: Minors DO NOT interact! female reader, smut, kissing, oral (female and male receiving), mentions of fingering, penetration, the slightest hint of somnophilia, multiple sex positions depicted, creampies mentioned, cursing, not proofread!
NOTES: This was a request by my beloved Yuyu. I hope you like the character selection!
𝐒𝐏𝐎𝐎𝐍𝐈𝐍𝐆
“Come on, pretty thing. Scoot back a little… That’s it,” the god mumbles into your ear.
Ok, so, what about the 141 and König reacting to their s/o not feeling confident abt taking their shirt off during seggs because they are chubby and feel embarrassed about their belly?
Also not feeling confident with getting touched around that area while sleeping/seggs/daily life.
first of all i'm so so so sO SORRY that this took so fucking long (this ask is literally from february 😭) i had this in my drafts for fucking ever and just now found the inspo to finish it:(((((
CHARACTERS : price, ghost, soap, könig
WARNINGS : NSFW, MDNI, female!reader, this is for all my thick girlies <3, talk of body image, insecurities, descriptive mentions of sex, fluff, supportive bfs, not proofread
WORD COUNT: 2,8k
john price
he's a confused puppy when you first push his hand away from your belly while you guys were cuddling and he rushes to apologize, before noticing how you avoid his gaze nervously and he decides to hold his tongue.
Did he make you uncomfortable? Was it the way he touched you? He got so embarrassed that his ears turned red, deciding to not speak at all.
few days after that he startles you by hugging you from behind, caging you in his arms tightly, and pulling your body flush to his, humming lowly as he pressed kisses to the side of your neck. You try really hard to not look at him as you squirm away from his prying hands, choking out a lame excuse and bolting the other way.
Now he was confused and concerned. He surely fucked up somehow.
This man is so touch starved that it's painful. You don't understand how physical Price is, he needs to hold you, touch and kiss you. He needs to feel close to you and if that gets taken away from him he can't function fr
"Love, if there's summat bothering you... if I made you uncomfortable in any way, I'm-" you cut Price off with furrowed eyebrows, taking his hands in yours and he inhales sharply when you squeeze his hands slightly "No-what? John, what are you talking about?"
There's frustration piling up, and he clenches his jaw looking down at your hands holding his, tenderly. He missed your touch so much. "M gonna be really blunt with ya love, cause I'm hangin' by a thread here.." you lean closer to him as you nod, and he swallows harshly.
"Why.. why don't you let me touch you anymore?" John almost whines, and you gape at him, suddenly at a loss of words. "Tell me what I did wrong and I'll fix it, please just talk to me honey" he brings his hand up to cup your cheek, and you almost burst into tears as you catch the redness in his pretty blue eyes.
God, you felt terrible. Yes, you were avoiding Price, but it wasn't his fault at all. The fact that by giving him the cold shoulder because you weren't feeling too good about yourself, brought his own insecurities to the surface made your heart fall to the pit of your stomach.
"You did nothing wrong baby, I'msorry. I haven't been feeling very.. confident in my skin lately." you said and looked down at the top of your shoes, shifting on your feet nervously. You didn't have to look at Price to know that he was looking at you with those puppy eyes of his.
"Love... I have no words.. I- why?"
Your eyebrows twitched. Why?
His hand came up to grab at your chin softly, nudging it up so you'd look at him. You felt that familiar stinging in your eyes and you blinked away the tears, clearing your throat hurriedly.
His question made your mind go blank. Why the fuck did you feel that way? "I- I don't know... I'm sorry."
"Hey, no honey, don't apologize," he cooed, nudging your temple with his cheek as he lays a kiss against your hair. "Never apologize for what you feel, ya hear?" you smile despite yourself, and nod slightly, wrapping your hands around his middle and burying your face in his neck, his hands in turn coming to rest on your waist softly.
"M just having trouble wrapping my head 'round it 'cause you're God damn perfect, honey. It breaks me that you doubt that." if John can hear how fast your heart's beating he doesn't say anything. He's too busy blinking away his own tears.
Listening to him mutter praises and sweet nothings against your ear made you realize that you should have talked to him about this earlier- cause you'd have experienced price absolutely WORSHIPPING you much much sooner<3
Prompt: You and the Bad Batch were on a mission and things went differently than planned. You and [Insert Desired Clone] got separated from the rest of the batch. You were told that they had escaped off-world and would return in one rotation to come and get you two. So you two find a motel to camp up in. Tired from the mission you accept the first room that was available and the cheapest. You two go to the room only to discover that there is only one bed. How will this pan out with the two of you have been pining for each other but not realizing it?
Summary: Two years. Your soulmate has been missing for two years. After exhausting all your resources to look for him, you get a message from an old friend asking for help. Little do you know what's waiting for you when you arrive.
Pairing: Captain Gregor x reader
Warnings: NSFW, smut, unprotected sex, Gregor is a boob guy, mention of a brain injury, Gregor's past, major angst and feels, Soulmate AU
A/N: I know I said Echo was up next, but this one just came upon me out of nowhere. I've never written for Gregor before, and I've never really read much fic for him so I'm sorry if this is absolute trash. It's the shortest out of all of them so far cause I definitely don't feel confident in this. I gave it my best shot, and I hope it's at least palatable.
It’s been two years. Two long years since you’ve seen your soulmate. You remember sneaking into the supply closet, clinging onto him as he kissed you goodbye before he left for another battle.
If you had known that was the last time you’d see him, you would have held on longer.
hello!!! congratulations on the anniversary of your blog and happy birthday!! <3 may i please request polaroid album + sneaking around for my boy Wolffe? i am thinking a cute fluffy established relationship where reader is a baker!! tysm 💗
.𖥔 ݁ ˖☾𖤓.𖥔 ݁ ˖ - Sneaking Around
Drabble for character x reader.
@wolffegirlsunite requested a sweet bakery with commander grump. I hope you enjoy, and thank you for celebrating with me! <3
Pairing: Commander Wolffe x Baker, GN! Reader
Genre: Fluff
Length: 1391w
Warnings: Mild suggestive comments, Wolffe gets a lil nervvy talking to reader bc I love seeing character's opposite sides to their personalities hehe, Love struck fools, Petnames (Cyar'ika, Cya're, Sunshine)
Counselor Notes: I have been DYING to write something like this. I think about gumpy Wolffe learning to ease up when ever he chats with barista Reader after night patrols, so I was so excited to write this.
Blistering heat washes through the pourstone shop as Tatooine’s suns shine down on Mos Espa’s residents. Everyone bustles around the port city’s streets, and speeders whiz by while merchants call out their windows to attract customers. The city is alive and well since the twin sun’s have been blocked by the previous day’s sandstorm haze.
Even with every seller shouting at new arrivals, you merely hum to the radio’s music as you place the morning’s bread loaves in their baskets. Your feet gracefully dance across the tile floor as you finish up prepping for the shop’s opening. From the counter where neatly stacked pastries sit on clay dishware to the shelving system on the side wall, you let yourself enjoy the excitement buzzing through you. Sunbeams stream through the open air windows along the shop’s front, and you spin on your foot to look around the room to make sure you didn’t miss anything. Pride swells in your chest as you take in your accomplishment. You’ve only owned and operated the bakery for a year now, but you’ve made it a must visit for travelers to the spaceport.
Looking at the chronometer by the register, you walk away from the queue area to head back into the kitchen to move the next set of baked goods into the oven. Until a bird’s whistle chimes outside. The melodious tune makes you spin back around and rush to the corner window. A growing smile spreads across your face as you lean over the ledge, but it melts into a confused expression when your eyes scan the crowd. That had to have been him. There are no Convorees on Tatooine. Unless, of course, someone brought them to sell to the wealthy elite. Beginning to lean away from the ledge, you scan the streets one more time. The small rush of hope fizzles inside you, and your previous excitement mellows as your heart yearns for your lover.
for those with family members who do not want you to be you, who guilt trip / gaslight / bully you into the box they've decided for you, who get stuck on 4 hour phone calls because everytime you say 'i gotta go' they talk more or get volatile.
I'm gonna pick a few random guys but I'll probably do more, eventually. If there's a clone not in this post that you wish to know how they'd feel/do in this situation, just lemme know
The family member that is used in each is just randomly picked via dice lol although I kept it to more "authority" members
pairing: albert wesker x transmasc!reader
warnings: 18+ only (mdni), smut, gender dysphoria, slight violence, bathroom sex, p in v (unprotected), creampie, semi-public sex, house parties, alcohol, marijuana, wesker is his own tw, implied slight chris x reader also
word count: 5.3k (oh boy)
notes: requested by @angelrawrcyan: "S.T.A.R.S Wesker won't leave my mind lately, can I request for some Wesker x transmasc reader?" as always, rbs appreciated <3
summary: your roommate chris throws a house party, at which many of his coworkers in S.T.A.R.S. are in attendance. including his boss, captain wesker.
The bass thrummed deeply, permeating your body so entirely that you could feel it in your chest, rattling your bones and piercing through your ear drums. It didn't matter how many times you sneakily turned the volume dial down on the stereo, somehow it always ended up cranked up even louder.
You swear that this guy isn't human. Perhaps some sort of fictional character. Because you can see how perfect he is.
Every time Albert touches your skin, you feel safe; it evokes emotions that you can't define, and now and again, you get a funny sensation in your stomach. It feels like you are trapped inside a cube filled with butterflies.
Summary: They may have your attention, but it's his fingers inside you under the table.
Pairing: Fives x reader
Warnings: NSFW, 18+, fingering, public sex, exhibitionism, drinking, alcohol, Fives being cocky, confession of feelings, just a little jealousy
A/N: I've never written for Fives before so please bear with me. Welcoming myself back from my break with a bang, pun intended. I am also utilizing medic!reader once more just because I can.
congrats on the follower milestone, nour!! <3 may i pls request my boy Wolffe with prompt #15? 🫢 excited to see what you create hehe
ahhh, i was not going to write this today but that audio you shared with the discord server got me in a big ol’ wolffe mood, and i wrote this. hope u enjoy 😉
I was requested to write a first kiss one-shot for Rex or Wolffe. Rex's turned out nice and fluffy, but Wolffe had other ideas. Here's that fic!
Word Count: 3,200
Warnings: predator/prey vibes, dominant* Wolffe, vaguely references a previous work (OC Curl/stubborn!reader), but reading it isn't necessary to understand this.
(*There is no explicit content in this chapter, but if I were to write mature content, this one-shot would be a good jumping-off point. Just so you know what kind of work you're getting into.)
The battlefield was dim beyond the blue beams of your blaster as you fired again and again. But the droids kept coming. There were enough of them that you didn't really have to aim. No matter where you pointed the blaster, there were plenty of droids to fire at.
Your helmet - a cheaper, lightweight version of the standard-issue Phase II helmet - let you hear that the general consensus of the troopers matched your own. The whole situation had been a trap and, despite the Wolfpack's best efforts, the battle was lost. The only thing left to do was wait for the final order to retreat before beginning evacuations as quickly as possible. With a quick response, most of the men could survive this.
The sounds of the battle worked to deafen you, but the audio feed inside your helmet managed to be louder. Loudest of all, though, was the commander.
Commander Wolffe had circled around, putting himself between you and the combat as much as he could while staying out of your blaster's line of fire. With only a slight turn of his head back toward you and the assembled troopers, he ordered, "Pull back to the Solidarity."
You paused, unsure of whether he would be able to fend off the fast-approaching droids without an extra blaster to lay down fire.
"Get back to the ship, now," Wolffe barked, the command ringing sharply through the speakers surrounding your head. The modified HUD showed that he was transmitting directly to you now. "Do not make me repeat myself again."
Pairing: Scorch x F!Reader
Word Count: 1k
Rating: Explicit 18+
Warnings: Bondage (m! receiving), panty-gagging, edging, forced orgasm, restricted orgasm, use of a cock ring.
“I hate this,” Fixer complained, tugging at his collar.
You sighed, batting his hands away so you could repair the damage he had done. “It’s fine. We only need to get in, complete the objective, and get out. Just bad luck that this place has a dress code.”
Fixer let you smooth down the fabric of his collar, politely turning his head to the side before he let out a heavy sigh. But he didn’t complain any more and he didn’t argue.
Not that there was much to argue. You were right about the mission’s parameters. The Regal Nimbus Casino required all guests to be in formal clothing. It was a simple requirement considering that this auction wasn’t one of their typical events.
You smiled politely at the guards as Fixer presented the documents that proved you were permitted to be at the auction. The Regal Nimbus was one of the largest and most ornate casinos on Canto Bight - which was saying something considering the entire planet seemed designed to be as eye-catching as possible. It had a dress code on normal evenings, so you hadn’t been shocked when Sergeant Boss had warned you that you would have to wear formal clothing to this auction.
All of this was in an effort to find evidence that one of the Republic’s top weapons designers was selling his designs to the Separatists as well.
Summary: You're out dancing with your friends when you sustain a knee injury and Kix comes to your rescue.
Pairing: Kix x Fem!Reader
Characters: Kix
Tags & Warnings: 18+, established relationship, alcohol, mention of past injury, minor injury, domestic fluff, romance, a little angst, hurt/comfort, mild suggestive themes, non-sexual shower scene, implied nudity
Word Count: 6.1k
Author's Note: Due to an unexpected knee injury, my fic writing schedule has been thrown out of whack and I wrote this instead of the ten other fics in my queue. Still a bingo square down, so I don’t feel too bad. Fic is based on a real injury that happened to me four days ago. How the reader got the injury is how I got the injury. Self-indulgent, because I wanted Kix to kiss it and make it better, but it got away from me. As always, please enjoy 💚
