Peekaboo!

Surely I'm not the only sick of seeing hyper fem fics for characters from twd or tlou.. Readers always described as wearing something pink or lacy. I go by they/she but I dress quite masculine/androgynous. The other thing is that readers always like 5'2.. I'm 5'7.

EDIT:

This is no hate to the authors or people who actually dress/look like this it's just disappointing that I can't find anything that actually feels like a reader insert for me.

EDIT 2: it's been 3 minutes since I first posted this but I'm just stupid and forgot things. The other fandom I tagged is rdr2. Haha and one more thing, reader is always depicted as bubbly and giggly.. I laugh like a seal being strangled and my humor is dry asf.

EDIT 3: Hopefully my last edit, the other thing I don't relate too is boob size. It's always "readers perky breasts bounce as they do something or another". I'm a AA at best.. And if reader has a small chest they're always insecure which I get people are but I love my small boobs. Stops me getting attention from men, I like men too but ✨Women✨

Had to reblog this 😭

Samuel Drake (Troy)  talking about how he’s the most handsome and how Nathan Drake has a small dick.

his accent is perfection

Prank

So this is a Crosshair one shot I made on my way home from work. So not as much formated as when on my laptop. A TikTok gave me the idea. As seen with the story below the cut. And I just felt like it had to be Crosshair being a bit mushy. Hope you all enjoy it! Tried to keep it genderless.

Rating: Fluffy, lovey dovey fighting

Masterlist

Crosshair prided himself on precision.

Everything he did, his aim, his movements, his calculations for the always perfect shots, was exact, measured, deliberate. He didn’t make mistakes. He didn’t stumble, didn’t fumble, didn’t miscalculate.

So when he grabbed the crates, expecting them to be full and heavy, only for them to collapse in on themselves like a flimsy crate, he immediately knew something was wrong.

He had checked them yesterday. They had been full, fixed in place, solid.

Yet the moment he lifted them, he used too much force, expecting weight that wasn’t there. The momentum sent him stumbling backward, his grip loosening, the crate folding in on itself as it hit the floor.

For a second, there was silence.

Then—

Laughter. Bright, bubbling laughter filled the cargo hold, and Crosshair’s head snapped toward the source of the sound.

Y/N.

You stood a few feet away, hand covering mouth, shoulders shaking, eyes gleaming with pure amusement. "You—" Crosshair started, but you just grinned, barely containing yourself. "I took the screws out."

His eye twitched.

You tilted your head, smirking as you rocked on your heels. "And emptied them."

"Of course you did."

You knew. You had planned this. You had seen him checking them yesterday.

Crosshair’s annoyance flared, not real anger, but that familiar, sharp-edged frustration that only you could pull from him. He took one step toward you.

Your eyes widened. Immediately, you turned to run. But Crosshair was faster. Of curse he is. The master of the agility of a loth cat.

Before you could get even two steps away, he surged forward, catching you with ease. And instead of simply grabbing you...

He tackled you.

But gently. Because even in moments like this, even when he was messing with you, his instincts never let him forget to be careful with you. The one person he cares more for than anyone.

So instead of slamming you into the durasteel floor, he twisted mid-fall, taking the impact himself, making sure you landed safely on top of him. Batley grunting.

You yelped, laughing uncontrollably as you squirmed, trying to free herself from his grip. "Cross, no—!"

"Cross, yes."

You two rolled, you trying to push him off, him keeping you locked in place, shifting so you couldn't slip away. Your laugh filled his ears, bright and warm, fingers digging into his shoulders as you fought half-heartedly. Because the laughing clearly didn't help in your favour.

Crosshair grinned, pressing his forehead against your just enough to make you giggle even more. Making sure he gets as much of tvat sweet melody he can. "You think you’re funny, don’t you?"

You grinned up at him, eyes dancing with mischief. "Of course, I know I am."

He huffed, rolling again so that you are pinned under him this time completly, his arms bracketing you in. Your breath hitched, laughter slowing just slightly, replaced by something softer, something warmer.

Crosshair smirked, leaning down, voice low. "You do realize this means payback, right?"

Your eyes widened slightly, a nervous giggle escaping her. "Wait, Cross, let’s be reasonable-"

"No."

And just like that, his fingers found your sides, pressing just enough to make your shriek. You screamed through your laughter and wheezes, trying to wiggle away, but he didn’t let up, grinning as he mercilessly tickled you, enjoying every second of your desperate attempts to escape.

You had started this. And now, you are going to pay for it.

Reblogs are very welcome and I am open for feedback, as english is not my first language, so maybe my sentences may be weird sometimes, or I write a word wrong even with google, or I use a wrong word for an item.

Tag: @spectacular-skywalker @clonethirstingisreal @sleepycreativewriter @moonwreckd @sskim-milkk @heidnspeak

Thinking about Ghost who's as good as a virgin, only ever had proper sex once and he was too big for the bird, fucked her too hard, too deep, too fast, to the point where she had to push him off and run to throw up. Made his stomach churn, certainly didn't make him eager to do it again. He's used to being the last one at the bar, watching with Price as Soap and Gaz take their prizes home with a wink over their shoulders. Used to the birds that only have enough confidence to ask him to take them to the bathroom, that balk when they feel the monster between his legs. Used to licking between a pretty thing's legs so she doesn't feel like she made the wrong choice, even when Ghost knows she did.

Which is why he doesn't know how he ended up under you. Your hands pressed against his chest, your brows pinched together as you circle your hips, easing your way down, down, down his thick cock. Maybe it was the way you'd dragged him to the door of the bar, pointed out your car and held the door for him. Maybe it was the way you'd stopped him from stripping you when you closed your apartment door. Maybe it was the fact that he'd bounced when he hit your mattress, his body weightless for just a second before you'd climbed on top of him and fixed your mouth over his. Maybe it was the way you'd coo-ed at him, held his face between your hands and pouted those pretty lips when you told him, "what a good boy you are for me."

It could have been the way you'd sat on his chest while he lapped at your folds, or the way you'd moved his head with a tight grip on his hair. Or maybe it was the pure and simple fact that when you tugged his straining cock free of his trousers you'd told him, "I really hoped you'd be bigger" with a sparkle in your eyes. All Ghost knows is that when you settle on his lap, the sigh you let out makes his cock twitch, and he has to pull you off with a garbled apology before the way you grind against him makes him come.

Uh oh... there's only one bed! The Bad Batch Edition

word count: 2.1k - tw: mention of nightmares

After getting ambushed by some bounty hunters, what started off as a simple job quickly became a shootout. Luckily, no one got hurt but thanks to a few explosions and blaster fire from almost every direction, the Batch got split up. 

Thankfully the bounty hunters retreated after the initial shootout, jumping on their speeders and fleeing. Although this makes things a bit easier, you’re still separated, with most of the Batch already regrouped. Now the last two people left to join them are you and him, the both of you side by side and listening intently to the others over an encrypted comm channel. 

After some debating, the Batch concludes that you two should find somewhere to spend the night and join them back at the ship tomorrow, deeming the trek back to the Marauder too dangerous after dark.

Once you find a gloomy (but cheap) motel, you go up to the main desk and ask for a room. With the excitement of the day turning into exhaustion, neither you or him think of clarifying what kind of room you want, presuming the receptionist gives you the key to a twin room. 

Expecting to see two beds in the room, your eyes go wide when you open the door to see only one…

HUNTER

Entering the room to see only one bed, Hunter sighs, his shoulder deflating. It’s been a long, strenuous day and debating over who gets the bed isn’t what he needs right now.

He automatically offers it to you, not only out of exhaustion but because he genuinely thinks you deserve it more. Hunter’s never had a comfy bed, often preferring to nap on the chairs aboard the Marauder than the actual bunks. So the way he sees it, sleeping on the floor is more familiar to him.

But of course this doesn’t suit you, insisting that he takes the bed instead. He’s too tired to do this “No you should have it” “No you” debate and so he’s quick to compromise, commenting on how the bed is big enough for the both of you.

Hunter’s extremely respectful when you’re both in the bed together. He keeps close to the edge of the bed and opts to sleep on his side so he takes up as little space as possible.

And that should be it… both of you staying on your respective sides of the bed and nodding off to sleep.

But that doesn’t sit right with Hunter.

He’s overtired but being in a new environment means his senses are on high alert. Hunter doesn’t see how he’s supposed to get any rest while his senses are completely on edge. And so he turns to the one thing his senses are familiar with… you.

You hear him turn over and within a few seconds, you feel Hunter’s arm slowly wrap around you. He does this very cautiously, keeping an eye out for any sign of discomfort from you. But when you let out a soft sigh and move towards Hunter, he takes that as a good sign.

With his arms around you, Hunter nuzzles his face into your hair. Your scent grounds him, your body acting as a safety blanket to his senses as he finally drifts off to sleep.

He keeps his arms around you during the night and when you wake in the morning, you find your head softly pressed against his chest and Hunter’s face still covered by your hair. He wouldn’t speak about this afterwards, unsure what to say or how to explain his need to have you close but if you ever find yourself in a similar situation, Hunter will definitely be cuddling you again.

TECH

When Tech sees the bed, he understands what the most logical solution is… albeit slightly flustering to think about.

Sharing the bed means the two of you will get some proper rest and considering you’ll both need to make it back to the ship tomorrow, rest is something you both desperately need.

But Tech doesn’t suggest it immediately, taking his time to look around the small room for any viable alternatives. He could sleep on the floor but considering the large amount of stains and random discolouring, Tech’s pretty sure he’ll catch some kind of sickness if he lays down on it.

Already beginning to build a barrier of pillows down the middle of the bed, he shares his thoughts with you and how he believes sharing the bed is the best option.  You (obviously) don’t oppose his plan and help him with the barrier.

But is the barrier needed? Nope, in fact within an hour, you’re already dismantling the pillow barrier.

You both try to get some sleep but after the events of the day, you’re worried and ask Tech what he thinks will happen next. That turns into a conversation about if the Empire will ever truly let the Batch go and then discussing what you both hope to do in that ideal world, where the Batch is truly free. During this conversation, you both begin removing pillows from your barrier, finding it hard to have such a deep conversation with pillows blocking your view of one another.

Tech knows he should cut the conversation short and get some much needed rest, but there’s something within him that stops him from doing so. Usually it’s impossible to talk with you for this long without some kind of interruption from the others.

It’s rare to get so much time to talk to you one on one and now that he has all night with you, Tech doesn’t want to waste it. Kriff, fantasising about the future is the last thing Tech would normally do but with you? He can do it all night if you want.

It’s almost the early hours of the morning by the time you drift off to sleep, your head lazily resting against Tech’s shoulder as your eyes begin to close.

Tech doesn’t mind, shortly drifting off to sleep after you with a small smile on his face and arm wrapped protectively around you.

WRECKER

This doesn’t really phase Wrecker. The second his eyes land on the lone bed, he only has one question; do you want to be the big spoon or little spoon?

The way he sees it, there’s not much he can do to change this nor is this a big deal to him.

You’re both good friends and this wouldn’t be the first time you’ve fallen asleep together. Simply, it is what it is and Wrecker’s okay with that.

It’s been a turbulent few weeks but Wrecker sees this as a break away, a mini vacation for just the two of you.

If you haven’t eaten yet, he’ll suggest you both go out to a local shop and buy as many snacks as you can. Wrecker is basically seeing this as a sleepover and what’s a sleepover without some midnight snacks?

The room is pretty basic so while there’s no way to watch any holomovies, Wrecker instead finds entertainment in your stories about life before the war. Any story you have, whether it be about your childhood or a night in 79’s, Wrecker wants to hear it.

The both of you spend most of the night sprawled across the bed, doing little competitions like who can throw a snack highest and catch it in their mouth.

When you’re both out of energy, there’s no actual discussion about sharing the bed. It just happens naturally, your head resting on Wrecker’s large arm as sleep takes over.

When you wake up the next morning, you’re on top of Wrecker, who’s snoring softly against you. His arms are thrown loosely around you as he holds you against his chest. Yeah you’re basically his replacement for Lula the Tooka doll.

It’s hard to get up, not because of Wrecker’s grip but because he’s so damn cosy. Closing your eyes, you decide another five minutes of bliss wouldn’t hurt.

ECHO

He won’t admit it but when the door slid open to reveal only one bed, Echo got a twist of anxiety in his gut.

Suddenly he doesn’t feel tired (or at least that’s what he tells you). And besides, the bounty hunters could still be lurking around so it’s dangerous for you both to sleep. Before you can question it, Echo gives the order that you sleep and he’ll take watch.

Echo can be quite a stubborn guy when he wants to be, so no matter how many times you suggest he gets some rest or offer to take the first watch, Echo brushes it off and insists he stays up.

It doesn’t take much thought to figure out why Echo is so adamant about staying awake. Sleeping next to you would be a dream come true for him but what if his modifications hurt you while he’s asleep? 

One accidental move of his arm during the night and he could hit you over the head with his scomp link. The very thought of that frightens him so if it were to actually happen, Echo is sure he wouldn’t recover.

After much back and forth, you get him to take watch while sitting on the bed, his back against the headboard as you sleep next to him. That way, at least Echo has some comfort, you under the duvet beside him while he sits rather rigidly next to you.

You fall asleep pretty quickly but you move quite a bit. Tossing and turning in your sleep, your brain can’t seem to relax, too wound up with all that’s happened recently.

Eventually, you roll a little too close to Echo, your body bumping off of him as you throw your arm around his waist. He stills, unsure whether he should move or if doing so would wake you.

Within a few seconds, you curl your body against his, your head resting on his thigh as you hold onto him, finally seeming peaceful in your sleep.

Echo has to admit, it’s pretty cute to see you relax almost the second you cuddle him, a warm feeling igniting in his chest. Suddenly, his worries begin to melt away and he wants to curse himself for overthinking the situation and not grabbing on to this opportunity while he could.

Despite being somewhat annoyed at himself, Echo’s grateful you’re next to him, nuzzling into him as you sleep. Absent-mindedly trailing his hand up and down your back, Echo rests his head against the cushy headboard, letting sleep take over.

CROSSHAIR

He rolls his eyes. That’s his first reaction. After all the shit he’s been through today and now this?! Crosshair isn’t happy.

You almost don’t catch what he says, his words coming out as a mutter as he tells you to take the bed and he’ll keep watch. Crosshair isn’t in the mood to debate this, so any suggestion you make of him also getting some rest is met with a sarcastic reply or a quip about how you’re wasting energy complaining when you should be sleeping.

While you get into the surprisingly soft bed, Crosshair sits at the bottom of the bed, sniper in hand as he cleans the weapon. It doesn't need to be cleaned but keeping himself busy helps fight off the urge to sleep.

Silence fills the room and you drift off to sleep, knowing you’ll be safe with Crosshair keeping watch.

But as soon as you fall asleep, that feeling of safety fades away and the nightmares begin. They don’t happen every night but when they do, the nightmares completely take over, causing you to mumble to yourself and flail in the bed.

When you leave out a particularly loud cry, Crosshair pauses, glancing behind his shoulder at you. He doesn't need an explanation of what this is, suffering from his own nightmares. 

Settling his sniper down on the wobbly coffee table, Crosshair moves closer to you, sitting beside your sleeping figure and watching as your face becomes clouded by dread. 

He’s not sure what to do, but hesitantly Crosshair places his hand on your shoulder, trying to still your erratic movements as he says “It’s alright, I’m here, you’re safe with me”.

His voice soothes you in ways you can’t even describe, his tone so calm yet confident. He’s shocked when the nightmares seem to subside, further encouraging him to continue his reassurances to you.

The more he reassures you, the more you seek out Crosshair’s warmth, your arms instinctively reaching out to him. As you try to cuddle him, Crosshair rolls his eyes before moving deeper into the bed, letting you cuddle into his side. This isn’t how he expected the night to go but now that you’re sleeping with your face in by his neck and leg on top of his, he assumes he’s stuck like this until you eventually wake up.

If you are a fan of Silco, Vander, or Arcane in general, you seriously have to see this video by Phenrir Mailoki, English in cc. It goes through how the betrayal may have played out, with incredible writing and beautiful drawings! I was blown away!

Hunter's 5'11", Crosshair and Tech are 6'4", Echo is 6'1" and Wrecker is 6'6"

Hunter: I hate you with every inch of my body

Crosshair: …not many inches…

*laughs in just found out that the girl I like, the first person I've properly liked, only flirted with me as a playful joke because I'm her friend and that she's got a crush on another girl.. Also apparently she didn't realise she was flirting after sending texts like "👩‍❤️‍💋‍👩 could be us".*

I don't know your pronouns so I'll call you dude. Dude, self promote! Do it! Also thank you!!!

Surely I'm not the only sick of seeing hyper fem fics for characters from twd or tlou.. Readers always described as wearing something pink or lacy. I go by they/she but I dress quite masculine/androgynous. The other thing is that readers always like 5'2.. I'm 5'7.

EDIT:

This is no hate to the authors or people who actually dress/look like this it's just disappointing that I can't find anything that actually feels like a reader insert for me.

EDIT 2: it's been 3 minutes since I first posted this but I'm just stupid and forgot things. The other fandom I tagged is rdr2. Haha and one more thing, reader is always depicted as bubbly and giggly.. I laugh like a seal being strangled and my humor is dry asf.

EDIT 3: Hopefully my last edit, the other thing I don't relate too is boob size. It's always "readers perky breasts bounce as they do something or another". I'm a AA at best.. And if reader has a small chest they're always insecure which I get people are but I love my small boobs. Stops me getting attention from men, I like men too but ✨Women✨

you love silco as a sexy androgynous twink who wears guyliner and has a hunk boyfriend. I love silco as a scrawny old man with a caked face, no ass, no bitches, a daughter with severe BPD, and a failing drug empire. We are NOT the same