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Teeth (Hunter x Reader)

In honor of Halloween and Clonetober, have this mess.

I listened to a great podcast where they used this phrase that positively inspired me. The podcast is Morbid on Spotify if y'all wanna listen, highly recommend it!

Enjoy~

WARNING: This story contains language, brief sexuality, established relationships, and hinting at sexual relations. Viewers have been warned.

Her mouth. That was definitely the only valuable part of the woman consuming Hunter's time.

It was taking everything in me to not absolutely bust her mouth open in order to remove her ability to steal the Sergeant's attention. I took a bitter swig of my strong drink before running a hand slowly through my hair in agitation.

I had been working with the batch for a few years now, the greatest years of my life. Working as their Chief Warrant Officer provided me a plethora of opportunities to hone and improve the team. Successful mission after successful mission proved how well we worked together and that my skills hadn't depleted in the slightest after my team transition.

Especially with how well Hunter and I worked together, on and off-field.

We had just finished up another backup mission before making a much-appreciated stop at 79's. A cold drink with good company was the best way to wind down our unsurprisingly successful mission.

"I'll retrieve the drinks. Everyone want the usual?" Tech asked, standing and adjusting his goggles. I sighed as I leaned back into my seat, nodding and thanking the trooper before he walked away. Hunter pressed his knee to mine, drawing my attention to him. He sent me a small smile as he leaned into my ear.

"Feel like having fun tonight?" He muttered. I felt my stomach flip at his implications. A sly smile made its way across my face as I leaned back into Hunter's ear, his body shuddering slightly at the brush of my lips.

"I guess. Depends." I responded. Hunter pulled away with a confused look.

"On what?" He questioned. I looked at his serious face before laughing at his reaction. Tech placed our drinks in front of us as I leaned back into Hunter's ear.

"If you can stay sober enough to remember it." I teased. Hunter huffed, pulling away with a breath of a laugh.

"That was one time, Officer. Surely you've had fun once." Hunter pointed, giving me a sarcastic glare. The clinking of glass being set on the table alerted us to the arrival of our liquor. I laughed sarcastically as I took the first sip of my drink, the alcohol terribly strong in my mouth and burning on its way down.

"Damn. That's rough." I croaked, covering my mouth with the back of my hand as I fought the burning sensation in my mouth. Hunter smiled and Wrecker loudly cackled at my discomfort.

"I apologize. I forgot how long it's been since you tagged along." Tech reminded me, taking a long drink of his own.

The men seemed completely unfazed at the high proof, throwing their drinks back like it was water. I cringed at their eager consumption. How did they even have a liver?

"That's great. I'm losing my touch." I teased. Hunter wrapped his arm around me with a quiet laugh as he pulled me into his side. I leaned into his warmth as I laughed with him, turning to give him a smile and a playful glare. We stared at each other for a moment too long, the other boys growing bored before Echo cleared his throat to capture our attention once more. I turned back to the boys to engage, but Hunter's gaze remained on me for a few moments longer.

"Hey, you're Clone Force 99, right?" A terribly high voice questioned. My irritation spiked at the false tone being used to address my team. I turned to look at the intruder uninterested.

A female. An ugly female alien. An ugly female alien with pretty teeth, and a beautiful body. And her eyes on Hunter.

I felt worry grow in my chest as he gulped at her stare. She placed a hand on his bicep as Hunter nodded stiffly. She giggled, annoying me further.

"And you are...?" She directed at my lover. I cast a look at him I hoped he sensed.

I fucking dare you to answer.

"Hunter." He forced, maintaining strict eye contact with the female. She laughed at his seemingly nervous behavior. My stress only grew. I didn't doubt Hunter's love for me, but the stress of another female was still threatening for my position as his lover. I wasn't exactly irreplaceable, even if this woman didn't measure up.

I quickly lost myself in my thoughts, only being pulled back towards their conversation when the woman dragged Hunter to his feet and away from me. I launched forward to grab his hand as he moved, brushing his fingers briefly with my own. He turned to give me a nervous look. My voice vanished at the sight as I felt my throat tighten.

Why was he nervous? Did he think she was pretty? Did he forget I was here?

I watched helplessly as he walked further and further away from me and towards the bar. I felt anger and insecurity fill my chest as I eased myself into Hunter's spot, sipping my drink as I watched them closely.

"Well, that's interesting. Hunter never pays any outside attention any mind." Tech observed. I nearly choked the genius for his comment.

"Whatever," I muttered, turning back to the men and engaging back into the conversation. Sooner than expected, the conversation became easy again as the batch conversed freely with me. It wasn't difficult to get my crew to begin an easy conversation, and the table was soon consumed with laughter as we exchanged stories and reminisced previous missions. After a while of waiting for my non-existent lover to return once more and clear his name, I decided it was time to just quit and go back to the ship for some peace and quiet.

I waved farewell to the not-quite-drunk-enough troopers before walking back towards the exit of the bar, glancing around me just in case.

Just as I was about to reach the door, a sight caught my attention.

The woman was staring right at me, a sinister glint in her eye. She wrapped an arm delicately around Hunter as her eyes bore into mine. And then, she smiled widely at my lover.

Her smile.

Her fucking smile.

That's all she had on me, and that's all she had going for her. I tried to hold myself back, but I found myself rapidly crossing the bar towards the two.

I gripped the Sergeant's shoulder, yanking him back towards me before rearing my dominant hand up. I slammed my fist into her mouth, a satisfying crack resonating through the air as the woman crumpled to the floor. Hunter stared at me in shock.

I shook my hand out as I rubbed the knuckles with the other. The feeling of a sharp object lodged in my knuckle had me looking down in surprise, noticing the large piece of tooth sticking out from my hand. I gently pulled the piece of tooth out before turning my gaze back to the woman on the floor before me. She had a hand over her mouth, covering the bleeding gums from the bar. She pulled her hand away for a moment, revealing the missing front tooth I had just found for her. She glared up at me.

"What the hell!?" She yelled. I tossed the tooth at her before smiling.

"You really only had good teeth. Now you have nothing to pull men in with." I responded, grabbing Hunter's hand before dragging him out of the bar.

As we walked back to the ship, the silence was deafening. Not only had I just drawn unnecessary attention, but I had also hurt a civilian without reasonable cause. I held my tongue as I battled my rage, beside myself as to whether I actually punched the right person. Hunter remained silent, whether by his own anger or fear of angering me further was up for debate.

We made it back to the Marauder rather quickly, the both of us boarding in pure silence. The air vibrated with energy as we marched onto the empty starship without a word. I didn't dare start the argument I knew was coming. I hadn't had adequate time to calm down yet. I strutted right past Hunter to the medkit and quickly got to work patching up my bleeding hand, ensuring to sterilize the wound. Two large hands gently cupped my damaged palm before my gaze was drawn to the Seargent.

He didn't look the slightest upset, only focused on the damage inflicted on my knuckles. He sighed before taking the medkit from my side and beginning to work on my injury, being far more mindful and cautious than I was.

"I'm sorry." His voice broke the silence suddenly. My gaze snapped back to Hunter's face.

"What?"

"I said, I'm sorry. I don't know why I let that woman drag me away, but I was scared to tell her off and attract attention. I just... Wanted to be polite and not ruin your evening. I guess it didn't work out in the end." Hunter muttered, wrapping my knuckles and pressing a small kiss to the bandage before turning his eyes to look up into mine.

"Hunter..." I took a breath. He cupped my cheek with one hand as he rubbed his thumb across my knuckles lightly.

"I didn't intend to upset you. But I promise you're the only one for me. Besides, she really only had good teeth, but they're nothing compared to yours." He smiled. I paused before laughing at his comment, shaking my head.

"Oh my gosh." I cupped the hand that was on my cheek before leaning in and giving Hunter a firm kiss. His mouth molded smoothly against mine as I breathed in his scent. His hand released my own to grab above my knee and rub firm circles into my thigh.

"I promise, I won't let that happen again. I'll just ruin drink night. How's that? Can you forgive me then?" Hunter prodded, his hand sneaking further up my leg.

I laughed before leaning into his ear.

"I guess I can forgive you just this one time,"

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The Essence of Sleep -- Hunter x Reader (Fluff)

Yo. Guess who's in love with the stereotypical Rambo bitch? It's me. I did. Of course.

I'm a freaking slut for these boys. Hands down. I'd sell my body at a discount price of FREE for these baddies. I would not make these fine gentlemen pay for a monstress like myself.

Anywho, enjoyyyyyy~

WARNING: This story contains language (brief, not fandom filtered), sexualization, and brief adult content that viewers may not find suitable for their age. Viewers have been adequately warned.

Established relationship between Reader and Hunter.

READER'S P.O.V.

I stared in confusion at the scene before me. To say I was lost was an understatement.

"And, uh... What's this again?" I inquired. Tech sighed in frustration before sparing an exasperated glance my way.

"Now, why exactly would I know the answer to that?" He sassed. I rolled my eyes as I turned to give him a pointed look. He visibly flinched in surprise at the look.

"Seriously? Mr. 'I-know-everything'? You have no idea what's going on here."

Tech bristled at the accusation before adjusting his goggles on his face and huffing in frustration. I waited patiently for his pending response.

"I have no rebuttal for that." He crossed his arms. I let out the laugh I'd been holding, closing my eyes and merely enjoying his quirky attitude. Tech smiled in response to my laughing before letting out a chuckle of his own and turning his gaze back towards the confusing event in front of us.

Currently, Wrecker and Echo had Omega laying across their laps as they slept. Obnoxious snores from Wrecker clued us into how long they had been out cold. I smiled at the tender but confusing sight and nudged Tech.

"Where's dark and broody?" I questioned, turning to walk away. Tech turned to address me while stifling a yawn. I could tell he was ready to join the little sleep pile.

"I believe Hunter retired to his room a while ago. You'll have better luck seeing him without me." Tech responded as he made his way towards the sleeping pile nonchalantly.

"Gotcha. And Tech?" The brainiac turned to look at me. "That's a piss poor excuse." I teased, walking away from the spluttering genius. I walked quietly down the hall of the Marauder to get to Hunter's room without disturbing him. Though it was impossible to sneak up on Hunter, I thought he'd at least appreciate the effort. I paused outside his door before raising my hand to knock gently on the metal. When no response came, I slipped the door open quietly and snuck in. The dark of the room shocked my senses momentarily before my eyes adjusted and I could see again.

I turned to Hunter's bed and paused at the sight. The tracker was sitting up and staring at me. His eyes were squinted as though he'd just woke up (although, given his disheveled hair, he probably did). His bare chest was on display as his blanket slipped down his torso.

"(Y/n)?" Hunter grumbled, rubbing the heel of his palm against his eye as he yawned. I grinned sheepishly at being caught.

"Yeah. How you doin'?" I whispered, walking over. With his room this dark and silent, it could be assumed that Hunter was experiencing a small sensory overload again and needed a break. He sighed as he scooted over on his bed, patting the spot next to him. I hesitated before sitting on the ground to spare his senses.

However, Hunter noticed this action specifically.

"Ugh, you won't sit by me either?" Hunter groaned, rubbing his hands across his face. I raised a brow in confusion.

"What do you mean either? Aren't you... Overstimmed right now?" I whispered. Hunter huffed, tossing his hands in the air.

"I mean, yeah. But it doesn't mean you can't... I mean, it doesn't mean I don't want... I just-I don't know... I don't know!" Hunter yelled before flinching at his own volume and easing himself back into his bed, his hands lowering down to rub his temples. I shushed him gently before reaching my own hands up to rub his temples for him. His hands fell limp at his sides as he sighed, face relaxed in pleasure. His mood was still tense and palpable with frustration.

"Hunter... I'm not pitying you." I clarified. The clone grunted in response.

"Sure you're not."

I sat up and poked Hunter firmly in the chest. His eyes shot open in surprise at the touch.

"I'm not, you ass. I'm respecting your boundaries so you don't hurt yourself." I snarked, slapping his hand from my cheek and proceeding to rub his temples. His response became drowned in a groan at the contact.

"I... I know." Hunter whispered. "I just... Feel left out." He sighed, bringing a hand up to cup my own and pause my actions. His eyes slid open to look up at me. "I know it's pathetic, but I want to be out there with Omega and the batch, I feel like I'm missing the opportunity to bond and grow. It feels easier to overstim than miss out on being around you guys, you know?" His grip tightened around my hand. I gently tugged his headband from his hairline before easing my fingers into his scalp.

"Oh, Hunter. Omega falls asleep on everyone all the time. You're not missing anything, you're sparing the team from missing you on missions when you're needed. You're not selfish, you're smart." I advised. Hunter nodded, but he looked far from convinced. I thought for a moment about how to help.

"You should probably go back to the team, they'll be missing you." Hunter grunted, lifting his head from my hands and turning away from me in his bed. I clenched my teeth at his response.

I stood quickly, huffing in frustration before stalking out of his room quickly, missing the longing look he gave as I fled his sanctuary. I stomped quickly to my own room, tugging my blankets and pillows off the rickety make-shift bed. I tossed a spare blanket on the sleeping pile when I passed it, making a pointed bee-line for Hunter's room.

If he wanted to be an ass, then he'd have to deal with mine.

The door opening alerted Hunter to an intruding presence and he hesitated to roll over. If the stomping was anything to go by, it was me and I was clearly angry. I threw my pillow like a dagger at Hunter's head, eliciting a whine at the impact. The trooper turned around to give me a confused but pointed look.

"What the hell, (Y/n)?" Hunter demanded. I yanked my blacks off without saying a word, ignoring the wandering gaze of my sergeant. "Uh, what are you doing?"

His voice was much quieter now.

"I'm taking a nap, what's it to ya?" I snapped, turning around and wrapping my blanket over my shoulders. Hunter stared at my newly exposed skin before gazing at me in confusion.

"Here?"

"Yeah? Move over." I demanded, beginning to slip into his bunk. Hunter didn't hesitate to scootch over and give me as much room as possible. He stammered nervously as his back hit the wall and the provided space was obviously small.

"Wh-where are you-?"

"I'm laying down." I stated, laying on my side. I snatched his hand gently in my own, dragging the appendage over me and draping his arm across my waist as I eased back into his chest. His bare skin was warm and inviting against my back.

Hunter let out a shuddering breath as his hand splayed across my stomach.

"Is... Is this okay?" He whispered while gently stroking my skin. I sighed and nodded, leaning over my shoulder to press a gentle kiss to his lips.

"You know, we've been dating for a while now. You don't have to act so nervous around me." I reminded him gently before nestling myself into the pillows beneath me. Hunter made a noise of acknowledgment before encompassing my body with his own. "Now you aren't missing anything." I smiled. Hunter paused before relaxing fully against me.

"I love you, you know that?" He whispered, placing a kiss to the nape of my neck.

"I know."

I'm in love with this man. That is all.

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Breathe (Echo x Reader)

I’m bored and feeling like writing. This will probably suck, but whatever.

I’m a SLUT for these handsome clones, and I’ve remembered why I fell in love with the clones in the first place. It’s been AGES!

Enjoy~

This is just fluff, pure sweet fluff for my poor baby who needs some love and a nap.

WARNING: This story contains language (normal swears, not fandom-filtered terms), sexualization, and brief adult content that viewers may not find suitable for their age. Viewer discretion is advised.

Readers have been adequately warned.

ECHO’S P.O.V.

How did I ever score so good? After everything that happened to me, my brothers, all that loss. To walk away almost completely scathed, but sporting the beautiful woman barking at a few strangers made it all completely worth while. I stared in awe as she spat angrily at the couple of passerby's.

The poor people had stared at me and made comments about my metallic bits when (Y/n) heard what they said. She didn’t hesitate to stand up noisily and proceed to yell various swears at the random people.

I had never been stood up for before, especially not like this.

She clapped her hands loudly at the couple as they took off down the road, hurrying from the scene the female had made for them.

“Don’t stare at people who you don’t know!” (Y/n) yelled while lifting her middle fingers proudly at the retreating backs of the people. She huffed in anger before turning back to me and grasping my human hand in her own. Her eyes shifted from furious to empathetic as her gaze met mine.

“Are you okay? Did you hear what they said? You know you’re flawless to me, right? I love you so, so much.” She insisted. I paused to stare at her concerned expression. How could she love such a person as me? Why was she so caring?

Why was she so perfect?

“I-I’m fine...” I muttered, embarrassed at her unashamed love for me. She didn’t hesitate to reach her spare hand up and cup my cheek. I leaned into her touch and pressed a gentle kiss to her palm. She smoothed her hand down my neck with the utmost care. Guiding me to stand, she began to walk back towards the current Garrison camp.

“Okay. I don’t wanna kill any other people. Let’s go hang out in your bunk.” The female persuaded, although I didn’t need much convincing to follow her to the end of the world and back. I couldn’t help the lovesick look that filled my face as I watched her weave us through the crowd, barking angrily at anyone who dared to spare me a glance.

It took me years to come to terms with my new pieces, and it took me even longer to figure out why someone as stunning and loving as (Y/n) chose to stick around with a clone reject like me.

“Wanna make out when we get back?” She asked, not an ounce of shame present in her tone. I felt my face burn in embarrassment as my eyes widened.

“(Y/n)!” I whispered. “We’re still in public!” She merely laughed.

“And? All the other couples do it publicly, I just need to mark what’s mine. Do you know just how good you’re looking right now? All the other girls are jealous of my beautiful mans!” She turned to press a gentle kiss to my knuckles. My pale face darkened further.

“(Y/n), don’t say things like that...” I glanced around at the faces of people surrounding us. They seemed disinterested, but I knew they heard her exclamation. If any of them were to take too close of a look at me, they’d see that I was a clone.

Clone relationships weren’t unheard of, but they weren’t exactly popular either. So many other clones had been beaten up, insulted, and even dumped over the social backlash of their relationship. The blatant attacks on the couples wasn’t covered up completely, but it was difficult to find coverage of them. Perhaps that’s why (Y/n) had no shame for me in public?

I didn’t want (Y/n) to ever come to the realization she could easily do better than me.

“You know, when you tell me not to say things, I just wanna say ‘em more.” And there was her sass. We slipped through an alleyway quietly and quickly. If there was any where clone couples got assaulted frequently that was covered publicly, it was in alleyways. (Y/n) tugged me around a group of clones before shoving me quickly into a side hangar of the Garrison. Before I could speak, her lips pressed insistently against my own. I struggled to keep up with her mouth as she pushed me hard against the wall. I allowed myself a moment of weakness and pressed my hands into the plush of her hips. My hands ascended her body a little before delving back to the small of her back and gripping her close. She pulled away with a satisfied sigh, bringing her hand up to rub away the slick on my bottom lip.

“You okay?” She asked hesitantly. I paused for a moment. Was I okay right now? Hell yes. However, was I okay in public earlier? Answer pending.

I let out a shaky breath and smiled weakly at the female.

“Yeah. M’okay. Are you?” I pressed my nose down into her hair. I could live with her scent everywhere all the time. The time it was taking her to respond had me pulling back in worry with my brows drawn. Her eyes, however, were the first thing I saw. She stared up at me with shining eyes and a smile. I’d wager it was the first time I’d seen a lovesick look on someone else’s face for me.

“I just love you so much.” She breathed, leaning up and closing her eyes. I caught on immediately and pressed my lips to hers. Her hands came up to gently cup my cheeks as she moved her mouth slowly against mine. I breathed out so I could quickly breathe her smell and taste in. She pulled away with a laugh.

“How did I get so lucky with you?” I whispered. She shook her head, pressing a small kiss to my exposed neck.

“As if you’re not the greatest gift I’ve ever received.” She was so unashamed, I couldn’t help but blush at the compliment.

I might not adjust permanently, I might not ever fully recover, and I might never be recognized as anything but another clone.

But at least I’ll have her.

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Hurting (The Bad Batch x Reader)

Why am I obsessed? I know it’s new, and I know it’s for children kinda... But, bitch. Why am I drowning in this? Why are they beautiful?

Anyways, only way to conquer my love is to write another thirsty story. Also, the relationship is already established, this is purely for my gratification cause I just got my ass KICKED in my new training course. So that’s that.

Not revised, so it’s kinda shitty. Sorry not sorry.

Enjoyyyy~

Hey, look! I found a gif!

WARNING: This story contains language (normal swears, no fandom filtered terms), sexualization, and brief adult material that some viewers may find unsuitable for their age. Viewer discretion is advised.

All viewers have been adequately warned.

First Person P.O.V.

It had been a long day of training. Not to mention how hard we had all gone before we were allowed even a small break. I hadn’t imagined that the bad batch and I would get paired together in the first place, but to be forced into a training regiment without any warning?

Yeah, I was in pain. Especially after catching more than a few blaster shots.

I hadn’t intended to take some of the hits, but I couldn’t just let the boys get blasted if I noticed the shot. That wouldn’t be fair to them. Not to mention we ended our day by sparring with each other, and no one went easy.

I waved a small goodbye as I fought a limp towards my quarters, separate from the baddies. We had been a team for quite a while now, but it was deemed vital that I wasn’t sharing residence with the male clones. Being a plain girl wasn’t the best when you join an army of tough men genetically designed to be soldiers, but I couldn’t complain about getting my own room.

I limped as normally as possible so the baddies wouldn’t catch wind of my pain. Not only would they freak out, they’d more than likely be pissed I took so many voluntary shots.

“Ahhhhhhh,” I hissed as I sat down slowly. I unclasped my armor shakily, dropping the heavy material to the ground before preparing myself mentally for dealing with the heavy bruises I’d be sporting. Most of the hits landed to my back and hips, so I anticipated the bruises would be more deep than they’d be big. I let out another hiss as I pulled my blacks over my head. My body hurt like hell, worse than ever before. I glanced at my back in the mirror and felt the blood drain from my face.

“Fuuuuuuuuuuck...” I whispered. The bruises were indeed deep, but they were massive as well. My whole back was covered sporadically in darkening bruises. I turned to view my hips, sucking a breath through my lips at the sight of my blackened skin. My body was more than just beaten, it was almost broken at this point.

“(Y/n)?” A knock sounded at the door.

Tech.

“Uh, yeah?” I began hurrying to find a replacement shirt. Tech wasn’t one to show up alone, and the others sucked at staying out of a closed door.

“We’re gonna go eat. Wanna come?” Hunter’s voice pierced through the door.

“I’m feeling kind of sick, guys. Go ahead, I’m gonna lie down.” I responded, pressing gently onto a bruise and wincing at the pain. I allowed myself a moment of weakness and hissed. I tugged a shirt over my head before gently prodding to assess the damage.

“Ahhh...” I had almost completed the check over when strong hands cupped my elbows. My actions halted immediately. “Hunter.” I breathily addressed the male without looking.

“You’re hurt.” And NOW was when I was in trouble. I hadn’t even heard the door open.

“Hurt is such a strong word to use for this situation. I think sore is more along the lines of how I’m feeling right now. Nothing a little sleep and ice can’t fix.” I joked, sparing a side-glance at the Sergeant. His face was stern and unreadable.

Damn.

He guided me carefully to my bed. I attempted to nonchalantly lay on my back, Hunter trying to aid me the entire time. His hands were firm, but he was doing his best to spare me from extra pain.

“Where?” Hunter demanded. I lifted a brow in mock confusion.

“Where what?” Hunter scowled at my response and I shrunk slightly under his look.

“Where’s the pain, (Y/n)?” He all but growled at me. I fought a shiver, be it from pleasure at his tone or fear of his reaction I wasn’t fully sure.

“Hunter, really, it’s nothing I can’t fix on my own-” I began sitting up from the bed. Hunter stepped forward to press a hand to my back for support. I had completely forgotten my act as I yelped in pain at the sensation of his palm and fingers pressing firmly into my bruised back.

“You’re back?” His fingers moved to the hem of my shirt, but I quickly swatted his hands away.

“No way, Hunter! I don’t need any help, I’m fine.” I insisted, scooching towards the inside of my bed and away from the soldier. His eyes flashed with hurt before hardening once more.

“Fine.” He snarled. I scowled back at him.

“Fine.” I watched him storm angrily out of my room. Once the door slid shut, I let out a shaky breath and lifted my shirt completely from my body to inspect my bruises once more. I winced at how much darker they appeared.

I stood to retrieve a bag of ice in my cooler along with a bottle of makeshift aloe. Perhaps I should have let Hunter help.

I must have stood there for longer than expected because the sound of my door opening drew me from my stupor to look at my new guests. Wide eyes met wide eyes as I stared at the dumb-struck faces of the Bad Batch.

“Didn’t I say you need to knock!?” I threw the aloe bottle with deadly precision at Tech’s head.

He, however, swiftly caught the bottle before all five males stepped in to my room quickly. The door slid shut behind them, and the deafening silence made the noise much more harsh and scary than it should have been. No one spoke as we stared at each other. I turned fully towards the clone force while crossing my arms under my chest. “Do you need something?” I asked dangerously. All of their faces had dark, intimidating looks as they stared from me, to the bruises, to the bottle of aloe, to the ice, then finally back to me.

“Did you think you could hide this from us?” Crosshair hissed in anger. I fought my flinch at his tone, but stood strong.

“Actually, yeah. And I was doing a damn good job of it had Hunter stayed out of my business like I asked.” I jabbed a finger into the long-haired male’s chest. His frown deepened at my point. I stared back in a challenge against the Sergeant as I felt my own glare build in potency.

“That’s not the point, (Y/n).” Tech snapped, gripping my forearm and holding me so he could see my back.

“Hey! That’s invasive as fuck!” I tugged harshly at my arm. For some reason, Tech had a vice-like grip on the appendage. For a lean man, he was no weak soldier. The troopers stood staring at the interaction, their expressions varying across the board.

“That’s pretty bad...” Wrecker mumbled, staring intensely at my back. I fought an embarrassed blush at their unwavering attention. I struggled against Tech’s vicious grip. His fingers tightened around my forearm in response.

“Stop. Struggling.” He huffed, scowling angrily at me. I heaved a frustrated sigh.

“Guys, honestly. It’s not a big deal. Just let it go!”

Crosshair flicked his toothpick expertly into my garbage bin before stomping his way towards me. I flinched at each approaching step. He raised a fist before punching me square in the back, right into the darkest patch of the bruise.

The loudest screech I’d ever mustered followed shortly after.

All of the boys except Crosshair flinched at the noise, staring at me with wide and scared eyes. I fought the quiver of my lip as my vision flooded to a blur and moans of pain left my mouth.

“Cross.” Hunter barked. The sniper held firm.

“Sergeant.” The troopers stared at each other unwaveringly, daring the other to break the growing tension. However, a sob from me brought their attention back. Tech had released my forearm and was currently gripping my body to his own. The only thing he was focused on in that moment was preventing me from slipping straight to the floor. The hushed whispers Tech was providing were the only other sound beneath my soft sobs.

“Th-that fuckin’ hurt...” I wheezed, gripping tightly to Tech’s plastron shoulder plates. He rubbed my lower back carefully.

“I know, I know. It’s okay, Cross didn’t mean it.” He soothed. However, the pointed glare the soldiers gave Crosshair told that they only hoped he didn’t actually intend to hurt me that badly. He only shrugged in response to the growing anger towards him.

“She said it wasn’t a big deal. If she’s so tough now, she can take that.” Crosshair grumbled. The other troopers ruffled at that comment, all beginning to grow menacingly angry at their brother. Another light sob stole the attention from the sharp-shooter and placed it back on me. I could feel the weight of their gazes.

“Hey, hey, it’s okay. Shhh, we’re gonna take care of you now.” Hunter began moving towards me carefully as he spoke in a soothing tone. He reached a hand out to tenderly brush against my forehead as he sent a pointed look and nod at Tech.

“I’m sorry... For lying...” I relaxed more into Tech’s body. His hands slowly and gently passed me into the Sergeant’s grip. Hunter’s hands were warm and soft against my aching body.

“It’s okay, we’re not mad at you. Just tell us next time.” Hunter tried to avoid agitating me further as he hoisted me against him. I nodded into his shoulder as he cupped his hands under my ass. Echo stepped forward and brushed a hand through my hair. I sighed and leaned into the contact, opening my eyes to look up at him.

“I’m sorry, (Y/n).” He leaned in and pressed a soft kiss to my lips.

“Sorry?” I responded. Echo nodded.

“Hunter wasn’t going to say anything. I was the one who sent him and brought the others. I... was worried...” Echo responded. I glared up at him weakly before it lost all venom. I reached a hand up to cup Echo’s cheek as I let out a laugh at his expression.

“It’s alright, Echo. I would have done the same for any of you.” I admitted. He smiled as he placed another gentle kiss to my lips.

“So... Will you let us help?” Crosshair grumbled while snatching the aloe bottle roughly from Tech’s hands. The electronic expert glared at his brother before making his way towards my bunk with me and Hunter. I breathed into the Sergeants’ neck as I tried to relax more into his hold.

“I don’t think I have a choice.” I tried to sound cheery, but it still came out strained. I couldn’t help it. Wrecker visibly deflated at my tone as he gave me a sad look.

“You’re pretty hurt, half-pint.” Wrecker wasn’t one to normally tear up, but his eyes were glassy and hurt at the mere sight of me. I must have looked awfully pitiful, laying weakly in the arms of our Sergeant, bruised and in pain, face pale and looking exhausted from the inside out.

“This? Nah, Wreck. I’ve had hang nails that hurt worse.”

Crosshair poked me firmly in my bruised back once more as I fought a wince. I could feel Hunters’ anger boil beneath my body. Tech gripped his brothers’ arm tightly as he twisted it.

“Don’t. Do it. Again.” Tech warned. Crosshair rolled his eyes as Tech twisted his arm further in response.

“I’m just making a point.” Crosshair defended as he gave me a short glance. I briefly caught his plea for help in the look, but I let him marinate in the anger for a moment more.

“Alright. No more bickering or I’ll kick the lot of you out.” It was meant to be a threat, but it came out more like a small beg. Hunter nodded and nuzzled deeper into my neck. Tech reached a hand out to gently touch my shoulder. I almost purred at the light contact.

Dare I say I was soothed.

Wrecker’s large hand engulfed my own as Echo and Tech began gently rubbing aloe and ice cubes across my back. Hunter held me close to his chest as I clung to his armored shoulders. Crosshair huffed in the corner, but spared a glance at me when he thought I wasn’t looking. I smiled at the stoic sniper, watching as his eyes softened at the expression. I reached my other free hand out to him and beckoned him closer. He sighed with faux agitation before making his way over to me and grasping my hand gently in his long fingers. He brushed his thumb gently over my knuckles, resisting the urge to flinch when I gripped his hand tighter in pain as Echo pushed particularly hard on a tender bruise.

“I’m sorry...” Crosshair whispered. I looked up at him with tired eyes and mustered a smile.

“You’re forgiven...” I eased, giving a tender squeeze to his hand in consolation.

The boys slowly pampered and eased the pain from my body as gently as possible, working me into an exhausted state. Between the gentle working hands of Tech and Echo, Hunter’s warmth, Crosshair’s long thumb, and Wrecker’s thick hand wrapped around my own, my body gradually eased itself until it melted into a weary and relaxed state.

“Feel better?” Hunter rumbled, rubbing a thumb comfortingly across the curve of my ass. I nodded with a moan as I leaned more fully into him.

“Boys... You’re the best.” I breathed, slipping slowly into a comfortable sleep. I heard the chorus of love and amusement as I descended into a comfortable sleep.

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Hey, Lover -- All Might (Toshinori Yagi) x Reader

I just found this work of musical art again for the first time in 12 years! I was digging out my old records and dusted this beauty off! I’ve missed this song dearly, and I highly recommend it’s just so cute! I was so troubled on who I’d pair this song with, but I decided that the shy, insecure boi would be absolutely perfect!

If Toshi seems OOC, I’m super, ultra, mad sorry. I’m trying my bestest, folks! If I notice that it’s too OOC, I’ll revise (obvi), but Ima just post it for now.

Welp, enjoy!

WARNING: This story contains brief sexualization and language. Viewers have been warned.

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I sighed as I applied my chapstick, glancing subtly at the thin male next to me. His shoulder were hunched over his work as a hand ran through his hair. His pen scribbled furiously at the papers in front of him as he worked. I allowed my eyes to slowly return to my own smaller stack of work.

The poor hero was working tirelessly around the clock to keep up with the academy’s work load, but it was rather difficult for the new teacher. Especially while he was trying desperately to maintain a stable relationship with me and play hero. I glanced at my now finished work, working up the courage to offer my assistance to my significant other.

“Toshi, why don’t you let me help you? You seem a little worn out.” I insisted, standing up to place my hands gently on his skeletal shoulders. The blond flinched at the contact. He had already shown many times how uncomfortable physical contact made him when he was like this, but he was just too cute to not want to touch. He shook his head tightly as he scribbled faster.

“No thank you, (Y/n). I can handle this.” Toshinori replied quickly. I could see the slight blush rise to my lover’s cheeks. I let out a frustrated sigh as I stood straight up again. Toshi turned to look at me as I walked away, slowly gathering my items to return to our shared home.

“Alright then. I’m gonna head and I guess I’ll see you at home?” I inquired rhetorically, walking away before Toshi could respond. It wasn’t his fault he had so much work, he was new to this after all. I just hated that he refused to accept or even ask for help when I could clearly aid him in completing the work much faster.

It had been weeks since we had a normal date night, and the separation was starting to drive me insane. We usually set aside every Friday evening for us, to go out to eat, or watch a movie, or even just nap together. Now, I was lucky if I was awake to see him get into bed with me. It pained me to see him so stressed, even more so than when he was just trying to balance hero work

Well, not tonight.

I had planned this evening for a few weeks, and the best part was that Toshi had no idea. He had questioned me when I had pulled a curious looking machine from under our shared bed, but I had shrugged him off with a lame excuse that it was a work briefcase for sensitive files. I hurried through our front door, nearly slamming the hard wood as I rushed to the kitchen.

I had prepared the meal items before I had left this morning, and Toshi was too busy to even notice me cooking. I began the cooking process, beginning to prepare my shower and makeup plans as well.

Once everything was done cooking, I placed it all on low heat and jumped into the shower. It was a rather quick scrub down, but smelling good was my primary goal. Once finished, I rolled curlers into my hair as I began applying my makeup, opting for a light and simple look.

A spared glance at the clock told me I was running out of time, and I hurried to set the table in my robe. While placing the last fork, the front door opened slowly, an exhausted All Might trudging through the door. I didn’t look back at him for fear he would see my make up.

Dammit, I was going to surprise him if it killed me.

“(Y/n)? Dearest?” Toshinori called out hesitantly, his muscled form quivering slightly. I could hear the tremble in his voice, and it wasn’t just nerves causing him to shiver. I stood up straight, cocking a hip out as I pushed a plate to be more centered.

“Toshi?” I answered, still not turning to look at my lover. I fought my own nervous trembled, praying he wouldn’t walk up to me. Large hands engulfed my biceps as I stood there.

Too late to pray, I guess.

I knew he would walk up and try to embrace me. He was still feeling guilty from earlier.

“Please look at me, honey... I’m sorry I didn’t let you help, I just...” Toshi paused as he contemplated his next words. The last thing he wanted to do is agitate me further while he thought I was still upset.

“It’s fine.” I responded quickly, brushing his hands off of my arms. I heard his arms fall limply at his sides.

“Wh... Why won’t you look at me?” Toshi whispered, raising his large hands to grasp me again. I quickly stepped forward, clipping my hip roughly on the table as I clambered clumsily to the floor. Heavy footsteps rapidly approached me.

‘I’M NOT LETTING THIS SURPRISE BE RUINED!’ I shouted in my mind, raising a hand up to stop the large hero. He froze in his tracks as I stood slowly, gripping my bruising hip. I waved a hand over my shoulder as I walked into our shared bedroom.

“I’m fine. Sit on the couch and wait for me for dinner, Yagi.” I instructed, leaving no area for argument. I heard the heavy retreating footsteps of the number one hero as he slowly made his way to the couch in our living room. I giggled quietly to myself as I pulled the curlers out of my hair and pulled on my favorite dress, tugging a pair of simple heels on as I touched up my makeup. I ignored the dark bruise forming on my hip for the moment. Not even that was going to ruin my plans.

I walked out of our shared room, careful to not let my heels be too noisy. Toshinori had gone back to his thin form, his head in his hands as he muttered to himself. I cleared my throat as I leaned against the doorway, trying to look as tall, elegant, and sexy as I could. Toshi stood quickly while forcing himself back into being All Might, whipping around to look at me.

“(Y/n), I’m so sorr-” His words caught in his throat as he stared at me wide eyed. I laughed, walking over to the large male and grabbing his tie in my hands. I pulled his face down to mine as I giggled, pressing a chaste kiss to his lips.

“You can just be my Toshi tonight, Mr. All Might.” I teased, watching as his eyes widened farther. His body slowly shrunk down as he stared at me in shock. He still stood a good head over me with my heels on when he stood straight up.

“(Y-Y/n)?” Toshi asked quietly. I smiled brighter as I lead him into the kitchen by his tie, showing him to his seat as I quickly placed the meal on the table. My lover’s mouth never closed. I served Toshinori’s plate first, putting just the right amount of food onto the plate before moving towards my own spot at the table.

I sat down across from Toshi as I began to serve my plate. I laughed at Toshi as I picked up my fork.

“Well? Try it! Tell me how I did!” I joked, scooping a bite and trying the food. It was a bit intense for my flavor, but I hoped it was to Toshinori’s liking. He slowly began to eat, looking at the plate as he chewed quietly. I felt a small pit begin to form in my stomach at the response. An embarrassed blush began to consume the expanse of my cheeks as I nervously placed my fork back down.

“Is it not good? I have some other leftovers we can eat instead! Let me just go heat those up and we can-” I rambled, standing up as I began to move towards the kitchen. Thin fingers grasped my wrist as I was stopped. I paused, turning to look back at the male.

“W-wait! The food is delicious, (Y/n)!” Toshi called, staring at me with pleading eyes. “P... Please sit back down... With me...” I smiled and sat back down as I hesitantly picked my fork back up. We sat in a tense silence while we ate, slowly clearing our plates of the food.

“So... What’s new?” I weakly attempted at conversation. Toshinori paused, placing his fork back on his plate as he sat silent. Nervousness crept up my spine the longer we sat in silence.

“Did you plan this for me?” Toshi asked quietly. I almost shrieked at the sudden whisper, but managed to compose myself with a confused look.

“Of course, Yagi. Who else would I be doing this for?” I laughed, standing to clear the plates. Toshinori quickly jumped up, taking the plates from my hands as he took them to the kitchen for me.

“Thank you, (Y/n). It means the world to me.” Toshi smiled, grasping my hands in his. I laughed pulling him into the living room.

“Well, I have one last thing I want to do before we go take a bath.” I giggled, depositing the thin male in the center of the living room. He gave me a raised brow as he stood awkwardly.

“Does it happen to relate to the dress?” He inquired. I nodded as I pulled the briefcase up and placed it onto the shelf. I slowly opened the case, placing a needle on the large the disc sitting in the center.

A custom turntable. My parents initials were engraved on the back, right next to my own sloppy engraving of Toshi and I’s names.

Hey Lover slowly panned through the room as I turned to look at the blushing male. I sauntered slowly over to him, watching as a nervous sweat beaded on his temples. I guided his hands to my hips as I pulled him close to me, swaying gently with the music. I wrapped my arms loosely around his neck as I began leading his movements to the music. His heart pounded underneath my own chest, his breathing ragged against my shoulder as he clumsily moved along with me.

“My parents always danced to this song when they were stressed or had been apart for a while...” I murmured, pressing a gentle kiss to Toshi’s neck. He stiffened at the contact, his hands nervously clenching the plush flesh of my hips. His hands slowly moved to cup the sides of my ass as we swayed.

“I-is that so?” He sputtered, flexing his fingers slowly. I laughed as I nodded, helping the hero keep pace with me.

“You’ve been so stressed lately, and we haven’t really had any time to ourselves... I thought this would be a perfect way of replenishing our relationship...” I explained, still shuffling slowly. Toshi relaxed at my words, becoming less stiff as he embraced me tighter to him. His feet remained clumsy as he struggled to keep beat, but he held tight to my form as we swayed.

“You did this just for us?” Yagi clarified, pulling away to look me in the eye. I smiled, cupping his cheek tenderly.

“But of course. I did this for you, Toshi. Why else would I have done all of this?” I explained with a laugh, leaning in to press a light kiss to his lips. Toshinori sighed, pushing himself closer to me as the song played quietly over us. One of his hands slowly ascended my back, reaching up to cup the back of my neck gently. With a breathy sigh, I pulled away as the last notes played out. He reached out slowly for me, watching as I walked back towards the turntable and pulled the needle up. Before I could move it away from the record, Toshi placed a hand lightly over mine.

“Actually... Can this play while we take our bath?” He asked quietly, pressing a light kiss to my neck. I giggled with a shudder, nodding as I replaced the needle on the record, basking in the beginning notes of the song. I turned around, wrapping my arms around his neck as he straightened back into an all too familiar hero.

“Of course... Lover...” I sighed, allowing the male to carry me towards our bathroom.

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Mr. Mom -- Hendrickson x Wife Reader

I absolutely LOVE this song, and I highly recommend listening to it while reading this (as I am right now!). I thought that this would be the CUTEST little idea, and what better way to show how excited I am for season 3! Finally!

I totally love Hendrickson, and I loved how great of an antagonist he was! I put some songs in that you can listen to while reading (as I listened to these as I wrote). They don’t all explicitly pertain to the writing, but they were just soothing and quiet. Listen or don’t, I don’t really care either way. Welp, I won’t hold ya from the story any longer. As I always say...

~Enjoy!

Songs to listen to: Mr. Mom by Lonestar

Malibu by Miley Cyrus

Can’t Take My Eyes Off Of You by College Music

One Big Country Song by LoCash

Fine! by Malbum

One Day at a Time by Quinn CXII

WARNING: This story contains wholesome feels! No viewer warnings!❤

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Hendrickson sighed in content as he walked home from the castle, seeing a woman digging in the backyard garden. A smile graced his lips as he glanced at her widened hips. The tall knight couldn’t suppress a deep breath as he pressed his nose into the warm neck of his dearest, wrapping his arms around her middle.

“What a lovely sight to come home to...” Hendrickson breathed, pressing his hands forward to cup the swollen stomach of his wife. She stumbled backwards slightly at the sudden hold, but quickly laughed the male off.

“Well, good evening to you too, sir.” (Y/n) laughed, brushing her hair from her face with her wrist. Her hands were crusted in dirt from weeding her precious garden. Hendrickson laughed, pressing his nose farther into the tender skin of the female’s neck. The smaller woman hissed at the feeling, giggling as she swatted her dirty hands at her spouse.

“Git out of my neck! You goose!” She cried, shrieking as the knight grabbed her around her waist and hoisted her slightly into the air, spinning with her. The two laughed brightly, enjoying the positive moment they had together.

“Daddy!” A small voice yelled, pattering feet rushing toward the two adults. Hendrickson gently placed his wife back on her feet as he glanced at the small boy running up to him. Hendrickson didn’t hesitate to grasp the small child in his large hands, effortlessly lifting the young boy over his head with a laugh. The child screamed with joy.

“Ah! There’s my little man! Did you work hard for mommy today?” Hendrickson laughed, perching the toddler on his broad shoulders. The boy giggled while nodding, wrapping his tiny hands around the Holy Knight’s head.

“Worked hard on making daddy’s surprise, huh?” (Y/n) teased, leaning heavily onto the fence surrounding the large garden. The silver haired male took immediate notice.

“(Y/n)?” He asked quietly, lifting the small boy off his shoulders and back onto the ground as he quickly approached his wife. The female tutted at him while sticking a grateful hand out to the man.

“Oh, hush. You fret like an old woman!” (Y/n) teased. “I’m fine, just heavy.” The female breathed, closing her eyes as she rubbed a hand across her large stomach. Hendrickson began guiding the woman back towards the house, gathering the young boy once again in his arm as they walked, bouncing the child against his chest as they moved.

“I’m not an old woman...” The knight pouted, jutting his lip out playfully at his wife as he glanced at her with forlorn. (Y/n) snorted, scrunching her nose up as she laughed. Hendrickson deepend his pout.

“Don’t laugh at me.” He snickered, placing his son down as he entered the humble home and turned to face his wife. He reached his hands up to cup her face gently as her laughs subsided. He smoothed his thumb across her cheek, enjoying the warmth that spread beneath his touch. (Y/n) turned from his grasp and began to scrub her hands in the sink as she pushed the remaining dirt from under her fingernails.

“How ‘bout you go put chuckles to bed? We can sit together after.” (Y/n) suggested, fighting the plea from her voice at the prospect of a small break. Hendrickson looked down at his wife’s swollen feet and ankles. The male smiled at her, nodding as he pressed a firm kiss to her forehead.

“I’ll be right on that. Go lay down and prop your feet up, dearest.” Hendrickson mumbled as he walked towards the bouncing, giggling child. He scooped the little boy up by his feet, tossing the toddler in the air as he walked them to the small back bathroom to get cleaned and ready for bed.

(Y/n) gave a sigh of relief, limping to her shared room and finally laying down for the first time that day, bunching the blankets underneath her feet to ease the throbbing. She glanced down at her swollen belly, pressing a gentle hand to the stretched skin as she savored the feeling of the growing life inside her. (Y/n) closed her eyes as she leaned back and began to relax.

Hendrickson snuck into the room quietly and sat near his wife’s swollen feet. His large hands grasped the smooth flesh and gently beginning to massage her aching appendages. The woman hissed at the feeling, sinking further into the mattress beneath her as she allowed her husband to ease the pain in her feet and ankles. (Y/n) peeked an eye down at the silver-haired male and smiled.

“Y’know, I’ll always love you.” The woman murmured, propping herself up on her elbows. The knight fought the blush that rose to his cheeks as he switched feet. He couldn’t deny how nice it was to hear her say such things. Especially when he thought no one would ever come to love him. He loved coming home and seeing the small life he was able to create with his precious wife, see the second life he was blessed with through the bulge of her stomach.

“I... I love you too, (Y/n)... So, so much...” Hendrickson whispered, releasing the tender flesh of his spouse’s feet to crawl up to her face, pressing a firm kiss to her lips. The female responded quickly with an equally loving kiss. There was nothing but admiration and gratefulness shared between the two. Hendrickson’s arms lifted up to trap his wife between his biceps. He pulled away from the kiss and gazed lovingly into the (e/c) orbs of his dearest.

“Hend...” (Y/n) whispered, grabbing one of her husband’s hands and pulling it to her stomach.

“Hmm?” Hendrickson questioned, looking down at the swollen stomach of his lover. His question was answered quickly with the feeling of a light thumping kick to the side of his wife’s stomach. The Holy Knight’s eyes widened as he moved away from (Y/n)’s face, leaning closer to her stomach as he became enamored with the enlarged area.

“He can feel you...” (Y/n) whispered to the male. He nodded absently as he continued to move his hands slowly across her belly. His hand slowly reached to grasp his spouse’s, pulling the appendage close to him as he pressed a kiss to her knuckles, tears gathering in his eyes.

“Thank you, (Y/n)... For believing in me when I couldn’t... For supporting me when I was afraid... For loving me when I couldn’t love myself... Thank you...” Hendrickson breathed, turning his gaze to stare at the woman beneath him, tears spilling down his cheeks as he fought sobs. His wife tutted, reaching her arms out to him. The male embraced her slowly as he took care to be mindful of her sensitive body. (Y/n) ran a comforting hand through his silver hair.

“Of course, Hendrickson. I’ll always love you...” (Y/n) whispered, beginning to fall asleep. The comfort of her spouse safely returning home and warmly embracing her lulled her to sleep.

Hendrickson pressed one last kiss to her forehead before getting comfortable next to the love of his life. He carefully draped an arm across the woman before closing his eyes, pulling (Y/n) into his chest as he dozed off.

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[classyandroidandy]

Imagine #3 : Waking Up In The World of Pokemon (Part One)

I low-key just thought of this and I legit made myself snort with the idea. I also am drop dead in LOVE with Pokemon, and I’ve been absolutely fawning over Professor Kukui!

Bitch is a snack and he knows it.

Also! He isn’t married in this, cause I ain’t writing about homewrecking, that’s not cool here. And this is kind of a slow burn, but I think it’s pretty solid myself. Just letting some creative energy flow before it’s all gone! This is really a part one that I might continue later if I feel good about its receival.

WARNINGS: Language, and a hawt professor.

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“I must be crazy...” I muttered, staring across the bluest ocean I’d ever seen. The summer sun warmed my cheeks and caused the rolling water to shimmer brightly. It was truly a beautiful day.

“I’m going absolutely crazy...” I whispered again, still staring. It really was a perfect day to be at the beach. However, the pokemon strolling casually across the sand, more than just a handful, were what had me at a loss for words. It wasn’t that they didn’t look majestic or cool, it was the fact that they. Didn’t. Exist.

I looked at my hands, wringing them nervously as I began to walk forwards and closer to the pokemon.

“Clearly this is just a dream. Just a lucid dream.” I mumbled, watching a litten lay across my path. For a dream, it was rather vivid.

I stopped walking to look at the small pokemon. It seemed tired and unbothered by my presence. I knelt down slowly, reaching a hand out to the cat-like creature. It lifted a lazy eyelid to look at me blearily. I smiled.

“Hey there, bud. Whatcha doin’?” I whispered. The litten laid patiently, allowing me to stroke its head gently. “I could use a partner right now. I’m not really sure what’s going on, but would you travel with me while I figure this out?”

The litten seemed to sigh, but stood nonetheless.

With precise agility and speed, the feline ran up my arm mid-stroke and draped itself across my shoulders, pressing its face into my neck as a rumbling pur resonated from its chest. The warm heat it gave off felt comforting, friendly, and I was all too happy to have a companion. I smiled, nuzzling my cheek against the feline.

“Thanks. I can’t thank you enough.” I cooed, marching along the beach with a new determination. “It’s much easier to face dream monsters with your own fire power. Uh, literally.” The feline yawned.

I couldn’t imagine why it was so willing to travel with me, but I knew it was a good sign. Perhaps a good omen, if I was lucky.

Which I guess I wasn’t.

As soon as I began to really recognize the Alolan setting, I was shoved harshly into the sand from behind, the other person grunting painfully as my litten landed, claws out, onto them. The sand burned against my skin, and the amount entering my nose and mouth was downright disgusting. I had never had so much grit in my teeth before. I sat up angrily, rubbing my bruised chin as I turned to look at my attacker, whom litten was still proudly scratching the shit out of.

“Agh! Stop! Stop, stop, stop! I’m sorry!” The person shouted, scrambling to pull the litten away from their clawed face. The deep voice that called out eased my nerves as I finally recognized the male. I felt my spirits lift at the confirmed sight of who it was.

“Professor Kukui!” I practically screeched while throwing my arms around the taller male as he finally pried my litten off of his face. I sighed, clinging to his warm body. “It’s so good to finally see a familiar face...” I whispered. Litten gradually clawed its way back to me, perching itself on my shoulder as I pulled away from the tan professor. He seemed confused as he rubbed the back of his head, staring down at me with a raised brow.

“Sure thing, but do I know you? I don’t believe I’ve seen you on the island before.” He inquired. I paused as I looked up at him.

“Uh, I’m... Not from here.” I responded slowly, insuring he understood what I was saying. The scientist laughed loudly as he flung an arm over my shoulders and began to walk me off the beach.

“Obviously not, cousin! You’re far too fair skinned to be from here, yeah!” He laughed, poking my arm as we marched away from the public beach. Litten huffed in annoyance before getting situated again on my shoulders. The pokemon sat facing the professor with a prominent glare.

“Hold on. What did you say?” I asked, looking at him with confusion. The professor stopped to look at me funny.

“I said you’re too fair skinned? Why? Is that offensive back where you’re from, cousin?” He questioned carefully. I stopped.

“Where are you taking me?” I inquired. Professor Kukui laughed and pointed down the path a ways.

“To my lab, obviously. We gotta get you situated, cousin! You look dazed!” He exclaimed while beginning to drag me forward again.

“Uh, Kukui. I don’t think you understand.” I stated. “I’m not from here. Like, from this world.” I pointed, staring at his face. I wanted to catch a reaction, but I saw none.

“Man, cousin, you must be sun sick. Better get you in the lab quickly so you don’t burn up.” He concluded, dragging me into the front door of his home. I let out an exasperated sigh my litten seemed to mimic. I quickly grabbed the pokemon and held it in front of me.

“You know I’m not from here?” I asked urgently. It rolled its eyes. “Holy shit, you really understand me then.” I breathed. The litten leaned forward to lick my nose before nodding.

“Wow. You been with that litten long, cousin?” Kukui questioned as he came through the door. I shook my head no at the question, still staring deep into the pokemons eyes.

A male.

“He’s a boy.” I whispered. The litten mrowed gently before climbing back onto my shoulders. I poorly suppressed a giggle as he rubbed his head against my jaw.

“It’s really taken a liking to ya, cou-”

“If you say cousin one more time, I’ll break your nose.” I threatened, stroking the top of the cats’ head. It had been awhile since I had played my pokemon games, let alone remembered how the Alolan professor talked. Kukui seemed to gulp at that response, putting his hands up in a mock surrender.

“Sorry, cou- er... What’s your name?” The male asked, walking into the living room. I followed slowly behind.

“(Y/n). I’m from a place far from here.” I answered, sitting on his couch.

“Like Kalos far?” Kukui inquired. I sighed in irritation.

“No. Farther. Another dimension far.” I grumbled. Kukui rubbed a hand down his chin.

“H... How did you know me then?” The professor urged.

“Pokemon exist in the sense that their fictional in my world.” I explained. “It’s a game, a show, fucking playing cards. But we don’t have them for real.”

The litten shifted slightly on my shoulders, becoming more restless as each second passed.

“Looks like its ready to battle with you!” Kukui yelled enthusiastically.

“Him.” I corrected. “Not it, him. And I’m gonna call him Ikaia.” I stated proudly. The pokemon meowed in approval before stretching and jumping off my shoulders.

“Well, I guess now’s as good as any time to battle. Wanna go catch and battle new pokemon?” Kukui asked excitedly. I smiled as I nodded at him. We both walked out of the house and into the thick forest behind. As we walked along, I couldn’t help but wonder how I could prove that I wasn’t from here. And why did everything seem to continue on as if I was?

Kukui was practically running down the path as we head deeper into the wooded area, watching closely for any signs of pokemon wandering nearby. I walked with care, Ikaia perched on my shoulder and looking for potential battle partners. As I went to let out a deep breath of fresh air, Kukui smacked me roughly in the chest as he pointed quickly at a moving pokemon.

“You’re at a type disadvantage, but it’s still a good catch!” Kukui whispered excitedly. I rolled my eyes playfully at his behavior.

“Welp, I guess it’d be good to figure out how to battle.” I muttered, standing and walking towards the pokemon. I was unable to identify it till now.

A noivern.

The large pokemon turned quickly, locking eyes with me. I let out a breath as I stared at it in absolute awe. It snorted as it turned its whole body towards me. I heard Kukui panickedly state it was preparing to fight.

“You’re so beautiful...” I whispered, reaching my hand out towards the creature. It looked at the appendage in surprise before leaning forward to breathe my scent.

“Wha...?” Kukui muttered behind me. The noivern stalked closer, breathing my scent more fully as it looked at me with hesitant curiosity. After a moment of simply watching each other, the noivern walked forward, pressing its forehead against mine. I brought my hands up, gently cupping its jaw as we embraced each other.

“You’re spectacular... Partner...” I whispered. The noivern grunted in response, nuzzling more into my neck as I laughed.

“That’s never... You’re amazing...” Kukui breathed, staring at me in awe.

I turned to him in confusion, stroking the soft fur of the wild bat. “Huh? This? I don’t think this is how it works, but they seem to really like me.” I shrugged as the noivern began to shove its head into my stomach, hoisting me above it as it fluttered its wings happily.

“No, I don’t think you understand, cousin. Pokemon, especially evolved wild, don’t ever do this. For anyone. You’re somethin’ else, cousin!” Kukui exclaimed, throwing his arms in the air. I let out an annoyed sigh. The noivern seemed to sense my displeasure and growled protectively, lifting me away from the dancing professor.

“It’s okay, Anuhea. He’s just crazy.” I laughed as the noivern lowered me back to the ground. “’Atta girl... May I capture you?” I mumbled, stroking the pokemons’ nose. She seemed to rumble in agreement, stepping back so I could approach the professor.

“Hmm?” Kukui paused, looking down at me. I smiled, brushing hair out of my face.

“Gotta pokeball I could use to capture this beauty?” I questioned. Kukui’s eyes lit up as he scrambled to pull a pokeball out of his shorts, yanking the small ball out of his lowest cargo pocket. I grabbed the ball, throwing a small wink as a thank you, and walked back to the waiting pokemon.

Kukui waited with baited breath as I hugged the majestic beast, Ikaia quickly following suit and accepting the fellow being. I pulled back, allowing the noivern to sniff the pokeball before stepping farther back and preparing to capture her. She bowed her head, resting her wings and preparing to be claimed. I let out a breath, tossing the pokeball gently towards her.

“I choose you. I hope you’ll choose me.” I breathed, watching as Anuhea became engulfed in a bright beam, swiftly disappearing into the pokeball. The small sphere landed on the ground, the button flashing for a moment. I walked forward, grabbing the ball and pressing my forehead to it. The button stopped flashing and the ball rumbled.

“That was spectacular, cousin!” Kukui cried, running over and picking me up in a tight hug, spinning me around enthusiastically. “I’ve never witnessed such a thing in my whole life! You caught a whole noivern! Without a fight! This is incredible, cousin!” The professor gushed. He turned his bright gaze to me, staring at me intently as he observed my features. “You were incredible...” He whispered, tucking my loose hair behind my ear. I felt an embarrassed blush cover my cheeks as I shoved him away, stomping back.

“Distance, pretty boy. I’m just doing what everyone else here does.” I muttered, rubbing my cheeks to cool them. Kukui shook his head as he walked closer, placing a comforting hand on my shoulder.

“No. Not everyone here does that. And I want to test it farther. Let’s go catch some more pokemon together, (Y/n).” He mumbled. I felt my cheeks warming farther at my name. I let out a forced laugh as I pushed him away slightly.

“You didn’t call me cousin that time.” I teased, struggling to not look into his deep chocolate eyes. Kukui laughed, pressing a lingering kiss to my cheek. I snapped my face to him, barely catching the teasing breath of his lips on mine as he pulled away with a smirk.

“Catch another crazy pokemon like that noivern and I’ll be giving you a whole new name, cousin.” Kukui laughed, walking back into the forest. I watched him walk for a moment, thinking about what he said.

“What the hell does that mean!?” I yelled, chasing after him. The male simply laughed in response, waving a hand to beckon me closer.

Guess I needed to find a new wild pokemon, and fast.

[classyandroidandy]

Imagine #2 : Explaining Tattoos To Megatron (TFP)

Okay! Crazy fucking late, but that’s cool too, I guess. I really love this idea, and I might adapt it to other bots later on, but I just really wanted to get this one down so I don’t forget later! Also, I like to think that Megatron could be really shy about nudity and exposing oneself, so Ima use that this time!

WARNINGS: Language, Brief Sexuality, NO N/S/F/W.

I could feel a sigh creeping up my lips as I took off my tank top, braving to put a shirt on over my newest tattoo addition. The ink cleared in nicely, framing my shoulder with a Decepticon symbol all to myself.

I hadn’t really wanted to pick sides, but when I was taken captive and told I’d never be released to see the other side again, I made do with what I was given.

I quickly tugged on a navy sweater and walked out of my makeshift room. It was situated in Megatron’s quarters, should I get any ideas of trying to escape. It wasn’t horrible though, and I found that I rather enjoyed the warlords' company. However, there were many things he was still unaware about, and my tattoos were one of them. I tugged the sweater more over my inked shoulder as I rushed to show Knockout.

Knockout and I had bonded first when I arrived, the cherry mech and I relating closely in our feeling of being misunderstood, feeling caged, and need to impress and defy at the same time. It took us no time to get close, and he was the very reason I was still able to travel down and get my ink fix.

I skipped down the large corridor, humming to myself when I saw Megatron saunter towards me. I could feel my skip starting to falter and die as I slowed to a nervous walk.

“Ah, (Y/n). The very organic being I’ve been looking for. Come with me.” Megatron leaned down, extending a servo for me to balance in while he walked us to our destination.

“What’s up, Megnatude?” I asked calmly. I felt Megatron grumble slightly at the nickname, but he said nothing.

“I have some questions regarding unauthorized ground bridge traveling. Care to elaborate?” Megatron stared at me with accusing eyes. I felt my nervousness spike.

“N-no?” I whispered, shrugging my shoulders. I gave him a nervous half smile.

“Do you want to go back to the interrogation room?” Megatron muttered dangerously. I sighed, my shoulders slumping.

“No. You wanna know what I’ve been doing?” I mumbled. Megatron nodded curtly. I blushed slightly under his intense glare.

“Well, I’ve been going and getting... Tattoos...” I whispered, playing with the tips of my fingers. I just couldn’t bring myself to look him in the eye.

“You’ve been what?” Megatron growled. I tensed.

“Getting tattoos...” I said slightly louder.

“Speak up, (Y/n).” Megatron demanded.

“TATTOOS! GETTING TATTOOS, ALRIGHT!?” I shouted, clenching my eyes shut as I shouted at one of the most terrifying beings to walk my planet. I could feel Megatron shift slightly, whether in confusion or discomfort, I wasn’t sure.

“What’s a tattoo?” Megatron asked slowly, watching my form uncrumple. I looked up at him at a loss.

‘He doesn’t know what a tattoo is?’

I shook my head, smiling like an idiot. “A tattoo is, like, permanent ink that you can have other people decorate your body with.” I laughed, feeling myself calm down.

“May I see yours?” Megatron inquired, prodding a finger at my side. I laughed again, nodding as I pulled my sweater up and tugged my waistband lower, revealing music notes on a bar flowing out of a hibiscus and wrapping around a hummingbird. I smiled at the memory of the tattoo. I saw Megatron’s fingers twitch slightly as he stared.

“You can touch it if you’d like.” I smiled warmly, pushing my clothes farther away so his finger had full access. Megatron hesitated slightly but brushed his finger against it multiple times. “Cool right?” I bragged. I looked up to see a troubled look crossing Megatron’s face.

“You said tattoos, as in many. Are there more on you?” Megatron asked quietly. I nodded slowly.

“Wanna see ‘em?” I whispered. I could feel a bright blush burning my face.

“Yes.”

I released my sweater to grab my waistband fully, tugging the material down my legs.

“What are you doing!?” Megatron shouted quickly, averting his eyes slightly. I still felt my face burn, but I quickly discarded my pants before responding.

“My tattoos are mostly covered by clothes,” I stated simply. I stood at full height, giving him the chance to see my tattooed legs. Intricate lines connected what felt like endless pictures as red strings wrapped around them all. Memories, nightmares, dreams, and nature decorated my skin.

Megatron watched in awe as I tugged my sweater over my head, my body on full display to him, save for my underwear. Megatron’s eyes widened as his eyes raked over my exposed body, staring at the designs and the bare skin presented before him. His eyes lingered a little longer on my exposed breasts, his eyes widening at the sight of the bare, perky flesh. A light tint of blue dusted his cheeks, but he was too immersed in my body to hide it, or even realize it was there.

“How do you get these... tattoos?” He asked slowly, dragging his fingers down my body, feeling every square inch of exposed skin.

“They take a needle and insert color under the skin,” I responded, turning this way and that for the large mech.

“A needle? To your skin? How does it not kill you?” Megatron mindlessly inquired, too caught up in staring at my tattooed backside. His thumb absentmindedly rubbed up and down my back as he used his other fingers to shield my front, in case any wandering cons walked in.

“It doesn’t go crazy deep, and you don’t really bleed tons. I mean, you bleed a little, but it’s not too bad. Shit don’t even hurt that much!” I laughed, watching as the Warlord brought his face to my thigh to stare at the patterns swirling there.

“I never thought something could be so... beautiful...” Megatron whispered, turning me to look back at him.

“I never thought you could be so beautiful,” I replied confidently. Megatron seemed taken aback, and I took my chance to grab my clothes and walk away. “You can see more later if you’d like.” I purred over my shoulder before walking back towards the med bay.

I didn’t even get to bathe in the shocked look that crossed the mech’s face, or the deep blush that followed it.

[classyandroidandy]

Imagine #1 : Taking a hit for Optimus during a battle (TFP)

Oh yeah! First imagine! Okay, this is a bit of a tester for now, and I’m hoping to map out how I’ll set these up quickly. Enjoy the story!

WARNINGS : Minimal language

If Con-central had been a real place on this planet, here and now would have been the most iconic place for it to be located. It was like Hell on Earth, gunfire pelting the ground around us as a hoard of Decepticon Vehicons shot relentlessly at us. In the midst of the panic, exploding ground and stress, Optimus and I ended up separated from the rest of the team. We were not only surrounded and pinned behind a boulder, but also horribly outnumbered.

“We need to retreat, (Y/n).” Optimus commanded, comming the others to relay the order. I only nodded in response, trusting completely in the Prime.

“Yes, sir!” I shouted back, preparing my own blasters for our retreat. With the way we were being beaten down, there was an increasing possibility that we might not both leave the circle of cons. Optimus slid his face mask up, his servo shifting into a blaster quickly as he prepared to dash. I could feel the energon coursing through my veins, ignited ice cold with adrenaline and fear. After what felt like forever, Optimus began taking large strides away, dashing from the fight. I stumbled to keep up, protecting his back as we made our escape.

To be honest, I really believed we were both gonna make it unscathed.

At the last second, a Vehicon cut the towering Prime and I off, stopping us in our tracks as it took aim at Optimus’ chassis. I felt a lump rise in my throat as the blaster charged.

“NO!”

It was all a blur; The blaster burning brightly as it fired, Optimus trying to step away, my body being thrown willingly in front of the devastating blast.

I could feel a white-hot pain blossom across my chassis, my body jerking back at the force. I could faintly hear Optimus roar before charging and destroying the Vehicon. My vision was watery, and I couldn’t get my eyes to focus on anything. I could hear someone calling my name, but I couldn’t concentrate on it. Not right now.

Pain. Pain. Pain. Burning. Hot. Pain.

I hadn’t even realized that Optimus had picked me up until I was feeling the world reel around me as he ran through a ground bridge. I had never gotten sick in the speed traveling, but now my head was spinning and I could feel vomit rising in the back of my throat.

“She... WHAT!?... Badly burned... Not much I can...”

‘Who is that? Why are they yelling?’

Loud beeping filled my audio receptors, and I vaguely registered myself being placed on a berth. It wasn’t even a nano click later, I felt my body relax as I allowed myself to succumb to a deep recharge.

“Ughhh...” I groaned, reaching a servo to my pounding head. I rubbed my fingers against my optics before allowing them to open, wincing at the bright light. I almost groaned again, but the lights were promptly shut off.

“Better?”

I felt myself freeze slightly at the voice, the very one I saved.

Optimus.

Oh, he was gunna be pissed.

“Y-yeah, thanks.” I mumbled, sitting up slowly. My chassis groaned as the chest plates struggled to shift and move with me. I hissed in pain, reaching a hand up to hold my wrapped up chassis as I pivoted slightly to look at my leader. His arms were crossed over his chassis, and he was trying to keep a disappointed look, but I didn’t miss the flinch of nervousness as he watched me struggle to maneuver myself to face him. Once I finally got situated, I lightly kicked my pedes, looking at the large mech expectantly.

“Care to explain why you endangered yourself so foolishly?” Optimus stated. His voice sent nervous chills down my back struts; Oh yeah. Definitely pissed.

“Uhhhh...”

“You nearly died on the operation berth. Ratchet hardly kept you stable for the night. Your spark was completely exposed, and needless to say, it flickered like a dying ember.” Optimus growled. I felt myself shrink under his gaze. I knew I had gone against protocol. Hell, I went against my own pledge to the Prime.

But I also saved an important life; His.

“Sir, if I may explain, it all happened so fast-” I started. Optimus quickly cut me off.

“Don’t try to talk your way out of this by blaming it on instinct.” If Prime were more immature, he would have rolled his optics. I frowned.

“Sir, allow me to finish. It wasn’t instinctual, but rather willing. I couldn’t allow you to take that hit, Optimus. I knew the risk of taking the shot, but I was more than ready to take it. For the team... And for you. Optimus, I would take a million more shots for you, and you know that. I was only doing the right thing, and that is keeping you alive so you can lead this team. I did it for you, not out of habit.” I asserted. Once I was finished, I felt nervousness bubble up in my gut. I had never spoken to my leader in such a way, and I didn’t know what consequences could follow. I met his gaze for a moment before a bright blush dusted my faceplates and I looked away to hide it.

“Is that how you really feel?” Optimus questioned lowly. I nodded my helm slowly. Optimus walked over, sitting next to me on the medical berth.

“Do you know why I’m upset?” Optimus inquired, glancing at me. I looked up at him in confusion.

“I-I disobeyed a direct order, I interfered with the enemy, I broke protocol.” I listed, lifting a finger for each item. Optimus shook his helm, a small venting sigh exiting him.

“I’m upset because I can’t see you hurt. (Y/n), you flat lined on the table, and had I not been terrified of your spark quitting, I would have been yelling. I was so scared you were going to leave us. That you were going to leave me.” Optimus concluded, turning his helm to stare into my optics. I felt my blush deepen as my leader, my very reason for my spark beating, leaning towards me, staring at my lip plating.

“Optimus?”

“I care about you, (Y/n). Very much so. Please, don’t ever scare me like that again.” Optimus whispered. I gulped.

“As you wish.” I breathed, leaning forwards, capturing the mech’s lips with mine, pressing our mouths together. Optimus grunted as he moved me to his lap gently, minding my recovering chassis as my servos wrapping delicately around his neck as the kiss deepened. I swept my glossa across his lip, and he opened his mouth quickly for me. Our tongues didn’t fight for dominance but rather danced together in a passionate tango.

I pulled away from Optimus with a loud ex-vent, his flavour still prominent in my mouth.

I smiled at Optimus, feeling it widen at his returned grin.

“Guess this means I get to frag you later?”

I had never seen Optimus flush such a deep blue.

[classyandroidandy]

Welcome!

First post! I’ll write my first transformers prompt tomorrow~