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This was a little idea that I came up with for some reason but yeah.

“Ad’ika”

Summary: Fives have been patronizing you for the last couple of rotations with a word in a language you don’t understand. Now you’ll stop at nothing to figure out his little game.

Paring: Fives x GN Padawan Reader (PLATONIC WOOO)

Warning: none :) please try to enjoy

Word count: 902 This was meant to be a drabble but long then I expected, but shorter than my normal fics… if that makes sense

Notes: giving myself a pat on the back for actually proof reading something. Thank you thank you *bows*



Fives laughed as he practically draped himself over Echo's shoulder, he knew exactly what he was doing.

"Just tell me Fives!" You shot your hands up, running them quickly through your hair. Fives for the past few rotations started calling you a name in a language you didn't understand which was very unfair.

Ad'ika.

It has been haunting you since Fives started.

You knew some words in Mando'a but this was not one of the limited few.

A smirk flashed across his face again. Echo rolled his eyes at his batch mates actions knowing it was stupid to peeve off a Jedi.

"Echo come on." You tried him for the 100th time. "At least tell me it's nothing bad."

"It's nothing bad." Echo simply said looking from you to Fives.

"Then tell me!"

Fives only shook his head before looking down to his comms. "Maybe after training, which your going to be late for." He shot a finger up silencing your next thought, then jabbed towards the door the doors.

You took one last desperate glance at Echo which he only replayed with a shrug. Heavy footsteps stomped through the halls and out of their ear shot.

"Are you ever going to end their misery? I'm sure by tomorrow they're going to be threatening you with that lightsaber." Echo glance back at Fives as he now decided to get up once you were gone.

"Maybe." Fives said with a laugh. "I'm already in too deep, I said it on accident once but it's kinda growing on me." He bumped shoulders with Echo as they walked out into the halls.

"Besides it's making all the vodes very happy to have just a little fun keeping a small secret."

"And to be calling them that." Echo added as they both turned without thought to the barracks.

You dodged out of the way as you felt the air of the punch that Anakin sent right against your cheek.

The small training room aboard the Dominator wasn’t ideal but between missions it was perfect, or even to clear up some thoughts.

Anakin sent another kick that barely missed grazing your side. You could hear the load inhale that came from the Captain watching

“Y/N what’s going on today?” He asked in between punches and kicks. “Your distracted- I can barely hear myself think.”

With a grunt you sent another kick towards your master which he easily blocked. “Fives is driving me up the wall.” You said with a breath.

“What’s new? Welcome to my life.” Rex added from the wall he leaned on. “What did he do this time.” Anakin finished for him, bringing the sparing to a stop.

“He keeps saying something to me that I don’t understand. Every cycle I hear it but he won’t tell me, none of the men will.” You slide down the wall to the dusty mat that covered most of the floor.

Rex let out a small chuckle before Anakin joined you on the floor. “Well what is it?”

You leaned your head on the wall before answering. “Ad’ika.” The new language felt weird on your tongue. “Do you know it master?”

Anakin glanced at Rex before looking back at you. “Fives is calling you that?” He asked with a smile growing on his face.

“Yes! All the men are. Do you know what it means?” Your eyes lightened up looking form Anakin and Rex. Maybe finally you’ll get answers.

Anakin along with Rex started to laugh, clearly something about your misery was amusing to them.

“Well since Fives asked me not too I’m sure the general would be perfect to let you in on their little game.” Rex put his hands up in surrender as he joined the pair on the ground.

Rex watched as Anakin leaned over and whispered in your ear. You snapped your head towards his direction with a questioning look on your face.

“Are you sure?”

“I’m more than sure Y/N.” Anakin said with a smirk. “I’ve definitely heard Rex say it before.”

It made perfect sense now.

An old mission where you and Fives were in a Saloon when someone asked who you were- it rolled right off his tongue just as easy as his name did when introducing himself.

In the dead of night after a hard campaign- the comforting words seemed to wrap you up like a blanket.

All the times Fives has called you that seemed to be seen clearly through the light of day. They all came flooding back to you.

It seemed like a trance when you got up and walked away from the training room. Your brain didn’t really know where you were going but your legs did.

Around a corner, then another. You practically bumped into Fives as you turned into another corridor, the path to the barracks seemed engraved into your mind at this point.

“How was training Ad-“ Before he could finish his sentence you wrapped your arms in a rib crushing hug around Fives.

Caught off guard it took him a second to really register what was going on. “Is everything all right Y/N?”

You nodded into his chest, staying in his warm embrace for a moment longer before you said. “I like that name. Please don’t ever stop using it.”

You felt Fives give a little chuckle before he said. “I knew you would.

Ad’ika: Little one/ Son/ Daughter

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Logan waking up from a nightmare with Mary Puppins impaled on his claws for once instead of Wade and instantly having to drop the “I hate this rat dog” act because they don’t actually know if Dogpool regenerates or not

(She does) (Logan still fucking cries like a baby and holds her while she slobbers all over him)

Cody gets sit reps from all his former units. He will not admit it but Boil and Waxers are his favourite.

This took me so long but i loved making it so much. Are they in their 30s or their 50s that is up to you but i needed them old and in love and living their best life with Numa and with a cameo from Wooley.

18+ DOM DEADPOOL X M!READER

Thinking about WADE WILSON trapping you in his grasp, his masked chin perched on your shoulder and his blood-tinted leather glove shoved in-between your thighs. He reeks of impending doom, the scent combining with his natural aroma.

“Oh, no, no, don’t run from it, pretty boy.” WADE clicks his tongue, shaking his head as you squirm. His arm snaking around your waist tightened its grip, clutching you firmly against his front.

He sneaks his hand beneath your pants, wrapping it around the base of your hard cock before freeing it from your boxers. But he doesn’t allow the cool air to hit your sensitive hardness, choosing to toy with you by keeping it hidden under your shirt. You grunt, reaching to hold onto his knees. “W—wade.” You croak, trying not to buck your hips up.

WADE hums curiously, indicating that he was listening. With one finger, he maps out the silhouette of your length through the soft material. He’s enjoying this, and that fact is one he isn’t afraid to admit. “Hmm? D’ya want somethin’, baby?”

Despite his question, he doesn’t quite let you answer. Suddenly, his thumb presses down against the side of your tip, staring in great awe at how pre-cum begins to dampen the fabric. Your dick twitches from the stimulation, and you can’t prevent the plea from leaving you. “Stop teasin’ me, please.”

You can nearly feel his lips stretch upwards into a cocky grin. His palm rests flat on your length, gently rubbing up and down. Every time WADE’S finger went to messily massage your frenulum, your shirt would press into your skin and increase your responsiveness, making you uncontrollably throb. “Awww, we both know you don’t mean that. Our buddy over here likes it.” He teases, shifting to properly but lazily jerk you off.

His hand clenches when it curls ‘round your shaft, balancing you on the point of experiencing a high but never enough for you to actually reach it. WADE WILSON knows you can handle a tad of edging. “Be a good boy, c’mon that’s it, just a liiiiiiil’ bit more.”

🎀MALE!READER, BOTTOM!LOGAN

currently thinking about being the new hire as a lumberjack, too bright-eyed and eager for your own good- standing just a little taller than him. logans been assigned to teach you the basics, to which he scoffs at. the last thing he needs right now is to teach some dumb kid. and then youre getting under his skin. you pack him lunches, writing his name in a messy scrawl on the brown paper bag, a small smiley face under it. youre following him around like a lovesick puppy, and he doesnt know whether to throw you a stick or scold you. when youre drunkenly confessing your feelings for him, he had seen it coming for ages now. anyone could tell from the way you stared at him like he hung the moon in the sky. and when youre tumbling into bed together, he's surprised to find you in between his legs, knocking his knees a part.

"what're you doing?" hes sitting up on his elbows, watching you reach for his belt.

"just lemme take care of you, lo, please?" you cant help but press your clothed erection against the swell of his ass, practically salivating at the thought of what was waiting underneath. "let me?" you ask once more, unsure if you had read his signs wrong.

and he doesnt mind. fuck, he doesnt mind one bit. logan had been so accustomed to taking the lead, man or woman, that he had forgotten how good it was to let go.

how good it was to feel a cock slip past his tight hole, your hips canting up to reach his sweet spot. hes been reduced to a mindless, babbling mess, all 200 something pounds of him. his legs are thrown over your shoulders, his arms wrapped tightly around your neck. a possessive streak finds itself deep into your chest at seeing him like this: eyes screwed shut, mouth falling open as he grunted with every roll of your hips. god, youd do anything to see him like this every night.

"'m gonna come," he rasps out, tongue darting out to wet dry lips, an invitation to lean down and capture his lips with your own, "oh, fuck, 'm gonna... right there."

grabbing onto his shoulders, youre able to push deeper inside of him, harder, faster- how he likes it. he cums with a deep whine, writhing on your cock. youre quick to follow, burying yourself deep inside his gut, the sound of your heavy balls slapping against his ass. you dont say much as you pull out of him, watching his hole struggle around you. he watches through heavy eyelids, cock growing flaccid against his thigh, hands moving to your hips when you climb up his body to kiss him, gentle, slow, a promise for more.

bottom logan supremacy!!

salutations bruzz😼 CAN YOU PLEASE ON MY MOMMA WRITE AN IN HO X READER PLATONIC LIKE EITHER READER IS IN HOS DAUGHTER OR IN HO SEES READER AS THEIR OWN (DOESNT HAVE TO BE DAUGHTER IM ALL UP FOR GENDER NUTERAL TOO‼️) BUT IM FEELING QUITE JOYOUS AND I WANNA SEE A IN HO X READER PLATONIC WHERE HE SEES READER AS THEIR OWN🙏🙏 YOU CAN WRITE IT HOWEVER YOU WANT ILL CONSUME ANYTHING AT THIS POINT AS LONG AS ITS PLATONIC ^^

Paring: Hwang In-ho x platonic!fem!reader

Warnings:

A/n: I don't write In-ho very well, imo so sorry, I also hope hcs are alr ˚ʚ♡ɞ˚

You're not sure why, when, or how In-ho noticed you, but you're eternally grateful to him for it

he saved you during a game, and now you've found an unfamiliar sense of solace in his company

he gives you his food sometimes, he says you need it more than him

he sometimes gives you affectionate head rubs when he walks by

has some kind of nickname for you sometimes hehe

he feels like he needs to protect you. He's lost so many people, and he's never opened up since then

he always feels a sense of pride whenever you beat a game or defend yourself

he shows love very subtly, but it's a warm place to call home for you

he checks in on you when you can't sleep or you're scared

always assures you that you're safe with him

he wants you to know he wouldn't let anybody hurt you if they tried

you find yourself naturally drawn to him in moments of stress, and it really comforts him

he doesn't want you to find out he's the frontman because he thinks youll be scared of him :(

regardless of if you do or not, he would care for you like his own

This is so agonizingly short, sorry, Anon. ♡ Totally think I'll write more of this type with In-ho, though, sooo

I saw someone reblog and added they would like more but with Ingo comforting reader, which gave me an idea and got me thinking, I tried getting some sadness in here so hopefully y’all enjoy! This is a part 2, so asks are open, or comments, either work, I see them and I take inspiration.

X reader but everything is platonic, Ingo is sad and so am I, Adaman loses it and Irida helps (for once!)

PART 1  can be read here 

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