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malusmagpie · 2 years ago

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Maker, Save The Queen

Pairing: Anakin x Female!Reader

Summary: You found yourself being forced to flee the planet you ruled and Anakin was assigned to keep you and your son safe.

Warnings: 18+ minors DNI, MOMMY KINK, submissive!Anakin, dirty talk, big ol tiddies, age gap (13 years), older female reader.

A/N: HAPPY MAY THE 4TH YALLLLLL!!!! I’m sorry but every time i think of sub!Anakin i smile. i genuinely think he has a mommy kink. dude loves milfs. this was a really fun story to create i’m sorry if any of it feels rushed i had to succumb to time jumps to keep this under 10k words (because i am insane.) Sorry it’s not normal dom daddy anakin but idk. I think he would have a mommy kink. the reasons are obvious. enjoy!! 🫶🏼(oh dedicated to @jellydodger & @skywlker-sluvtt)

Word Count: 7.1K

Onderon was your home, it always has been. You’d grown up here, found the love of your life, and lived a lavish life of royalty. You’d never even left the planet. Your husband was an heir when you met him and he fell in love with you immediately, or so he always said. That was 15 years ago. You’d both grown and even had the privilege of having a beautiful baby boy. The new heir of Onderon.

When the Separatist Alliance came knocking to make a deal with your husband, you pleaded for him to hear your words of caution. He ignored you, as he normally did, and allied with them. That was a week ago and in that time, you chose to leave. There was no way you’d allow yourself to sit back in luxury and watch this war from the wrong side.

Your bags were packed and your husband rushed into the room to plead you to stay and hear his side. “I will not allow myself to fall victim to Separatist manipulation. If this is how you choose to rule, you’re not the man I loved.” You spoke as tears prickled your eyes. Your son had been playing prior to your husband busting into the room but now he held onto the leg of your pants and looked up between the two of you. You raised a protective hand and rested it on his head by your side.

“My love, this guarantees our safety, our sons safety. Please hear me when I say I did this for you.” He spoke as he dropped to his knees in front of you. You looked at one of the housekeepers and she took your bags to the front.

“If your words were true you wouldn’t have done this. You don’t see what I see. You’re blinded by power. They will turn on you. Just as they have turned on the rest of the galaxy. I will not let me nor my son be exposed to such danger.” You spoke with your head held high. Your son clung onto your leg as he watched. You tried to keep it as civil as possible, for his sake.

“You cannot take him. He’s my son, too.” The man you once loved had tears in his own eyes as he pleaded further and you looked down at your son.

“You are a danger to him. I will keep him safer than you ever could. Come now, Darson.” You spoke gently as you took the boys hand. The two of you walked toward the palace exit.

“You’ll be killed for rebelling, Y/N.” He called after you, unknowing of the plan you had already laid out and taken the first steps toward initiating. You didn’t speak, this had been enough for your son to bare witness to. You’d leave with your head held high and minimal emotional damage done to the boy, the light of your life and your blessing.

As you exited the palace you looked back at it, droids were surrounding the area you once called your home. It was once beautiful, a sanctuary even, and now it was nothing short of a war zone. You dropped your head and reached your arms out to your son, he was only 8 but he was intelligent. More intelligent than most. He knew just as well as you did the severity of the situation. You carried him on your hip as you boarded the ship that was waiting for you on the outskirts of the palace grounds.

“Is the course set?” You asked with haste as one of the men on the ship closed the hatch of the ship behind you. The man in white and blue plastoid armour nodded.

“Yes, Milady. You’re set for Coruscant. There is not yet any surveillance systems set up by the Separatist Alliance on your planet. They didn’t see us coming and they won’t see us leaving.” You nodded and set your son down on one of the chairs.

“Mommy where are we going?” He asked and you smiled at him, placing your hand on his cheek.

“Somewhere safe. Don’t be scared. I’m with you. You just keep busy.” You smiled as you ruffled his hair. He smiled wearily at you before he began to play with one of the toys he had brought with him in his pocket.

— Meanwhile —

Anakin paced the room he was waiting in, this was his first true mission alone. His job was to be your body guard. He was ordered take you far away and find refuge on the planet of Alderaan the second you landed in Coruscant. “She has a son?” Anakin asked, he was clearly nervous. Obi-Wan watched him pace with his hands crossed in front of him.

“Yes, Anakin. She does.” He nodded, almost amused by how nervous his Padawan was. He watched Anakin pace left and right in front of him. “It’s nothing you cannot handle. You just need to keep her safe until we can find her permanent and safe lodging here, on Coruscant.” Obi-Wan continued and Anakin sighed frustratedly.

“I know I can do it, I’m not worried. I’m just asking for clarification.” Anakin muttered as he stopped pacing to run a hand through his hair. Obi-Wan raised an eyebrow at the boy.

“Is that why you’ve ‘asked for clarification’ four times now?” He said, a hint of a smile infected his words.

“I’m fine, Master. When will they arrive?” Anakin cursed at himself for asking the question he’d already asked a half hour ago and Obi-Wan entertained it, though he didn’t try to make it any less embarrassing for him.

“Ten minutes. Any more clarification, my young Padawan?” He inquired with a teasing tone and Anakin rolled his eyes, muttering a quick “No thank you, Master.” As he began to make his way to the landing pad.

It was a longer journey than you’d expected and by the time you and your son had landed you had to carry his sleeping body out of the ship while the kind Clones carried your things to another ship. You were greeted by Anakin and Obi-Wan. A small smile graced your lips as the two bowed to you politely. “Your highness. Welcome to Coruscant. I’m afraid you won’t be here long enough to acquaint yourself. There are strict orders to take you to Alderaan in a few moments. I am Obi-Wan Kenobi. This is Anakin Skywalker. He will be the Jedi to protect you during these trying times. Our condolences extend to you and your boy.” Obi-Wan said in the utmost professional way that Anakin was yet to learn how to harness. It’s definitely the accent. Anakin thought to himself.

You bowed your head at the two and looked down at Darson, he looked star struck to see two real Jedis, before looking back at them with a saddened smile. “I appreciate this more than you could ever know. It’s an honour to meet you both. This is my boy, Darson.” You gestures toward the young boy with dark curly hair who was hiding behind your leg.

“Well Darson. I can assure you and your mother are in the finest hands we could provide. Anakin is exceptionally gifted.” Obi-Wan smiled at the boy and he hid himself further behind your leg causing a small laugh to escape your lips.

“He’ll warm up eventually. He’s always admired the Jedi Order. He’s just a bit in shock.” You combed your hand through your sons hair and Anakin nodded.

“I felt the same way when I first saw a Jedi.” Anakin said with a small smile.

“Do you have a lightsaber?” Darson asked. Anakin chuckled and nodded his head.

“I’ll show it to you when we land.” You looked at him. He was young, couldn’t be over 22. Handsome, yes, but young. You trusted the words of Obi-Wan but you had your doubts. Anakin looked at you and cleared his throat.

“I will do everything I can to serve and protect you, Your Highness. You have nothing to worry about. I’ll die before I let anything happen to you two, and I don’t plan on dying soon.” He stood up straight, the smiling look on his face turned serious. You nodded again as calm washed over you at Anakin’s words and he gestured his hand towards the ship that was waiting for the three of you.

“I cannot thank you enough, Master Kenobi. I will be sure to send a message when we land.” You said to the older Jedi before following Anakin to the ship, your sons hand tightened its grip in yours and you gave it a comforting squeeze. This other ship was smaller than your royal cruiser, but more than adequate for the three of you.

“The battalion won’t be joining us, the smaller ships are faster in case we need to run.” Anakin’s voice was quiet so only you would hear it.

“Thank you, Master Skywalker.” You spoke and he felt his cheeks burn when you called him Master. He walked behind you as you entered the ship so you wouldn’t notice. You were wearing tight pants and a tunic. Very common clothing as you were trying not to be recognized as a queen. You had left all your royal garb on your home planet, only packing a few variations of civilian clothing. You usual royally painted face was in its natural state and your hair was simply tied to the high point of your head. He definitely didn’t mind walking behind you, it was a bit of a pleasant sight.

“You can just call me Anakin.” His voice cracked and he thought you didn’t notice but you did. A small grin pulled at your lips.

“My apologies. Anakin.” You turned to look at him as you spoke before finding a safe place to sit for your son. You turned on the ships HoloNet for your son and held the remote out to him. “Here’s the remote, my love. You can watch whatever you like. Stay busy for Mommy, okay? This might be a long trip.” You kissed Darson’s head and he took the remote with gentle hands before flipping through the vast number of channels. Anakin watched you with his arms crossed and when you looked back at him, he made a quick turn on his heels to walk toward the cockpit. You chuckled to yourself at his odd demeanour.

You sat in the cockpit next to Anakin. He looked at you and when you looked at him his head snapped back to face his front. “All good to go?” He cleared his throat and you nodded. He began to flip switches and press buttons. The ship began to hover before he pushed on the thrusters to move it forward. You watched the planet begin to fall behind you as you sped through the atmosphere. The two of you sat in silence, the sound of your son watching some sort of children’s HoloFilm filled the quiet ship.

“Anakin. Do you think I did the right thing?” You spoke quietly with your face still watching as the sky of Coruscant turned into the stars of the galaxy. He looked at you, promptly turning away. Is he avoiding looking at me? You thought to yourself before he spoke.

“I think you did what you needed to do to ensure both your safety. Your ideas on the Separatists turning on your husband after they get what they want is are extremely plausible.” He spoke and you turned away from him with a sigh. Your heart wasn’t right, you had just left the man you’d loved for 15 years and you were to raise your son without him. The idea was heartbreaking and something you never thought you’d have to live through. You watched as Anakin pushed another button and stood up from his seat.

“Auto-pilot. I’m gonna go find something for you and Darson to eat, I’m sure you’re hungry after the trip from Onderon. I am too.” He bowed at you before walking away. You sat in your place as he rummaged around the small cabinets. The Jedi Council had asked for a few meals and drinks to be available on the ship as the journey was going to be about a day long. You heard a small crash and a “Shit.” come from behind you so you stood up and followed the noise.

“Anakin is everything okay?” You called as you turned the corner to see him picking up pieces of a broken plate. “Here.” You bent down to help him collect the glass shards and he placed a hand that was adorned with a leather glove over yours.

“Your Majesty, it’s alright. I’ll deal with it, I don’t wish to make you do any work.” He spoke and almost as quickly as he placed his hand on yours it was gone. You smiled at him, your eyes gleaming with humour.

“I don’t consider myself royalty as of now, Anakin. In my head, I gave that title up when I left my planet and people as a refugee. Please let me help. I was a commoner once, you know. I’ve done my fair share of breaking and picking up glass wear.” You laughed at the end of your small speech and he simply nodded politely. You went to look for a broom while he picked up the big pieces. You swept it all into the dust pan and dumped it in the trash can. “Oh and Anakin? Please call me Y/N. It’s very weird calling someone by their name while they call me Milady or Your Highness. I never did get used to it.” He stood up straight with his hands behind his back as you dusted your own hands off.

“As you wish, Y/N.” He said and you smiled at him. You had a very kind smile, he noticed. Everything about you was warm and maternal. Anakin hadn’t been around anybody like you since he left his mother on Tatooine. He didn’t like to think of holding her while she died to be the last time he saw her, he practically repressed the entire memory.

“I can take care of the food, please let me. It’s the least I can do.” You spoke as you started to pull dishes down to plate one of the pre-made meals in the insulated cabinets and poured water into three cups. He sighed and took the cups to the table as you warmed the food.

“You don’t need to thank us, it’s in the job description.” He spoke over his shoulder from his position at the small bench where your son was watching his HoloFilm, a sense of humour in his eyes. You shook your head as you warmed the food.

“Job description or not, it doesn’t negate my feelings of gratitude.” You responded with a soft voice. The food was warm and you served it on three different plates. He was quick to take two of them and you took the other. You placed one in front of Darson and Anakin placed the other two in their respective spots on the table.

“Thanks, Mommy.” Darson spoke, his eyes never leaving the film as he scooped up some food on his spoon. A small chuckle left Anakin and you looked at him. Your eyes met and dropped to your own food almost immediately. You all ate and watched the children’s entertainment that played.

“That guys a jerk. I hope the main guy beats him.” Anakin spoke, raising his glass to his lips. Darson looked at him with wide, excited eyes. This was his favourite movie, he had made you watch it 100 times and it was clear he was excited to discuss it with somebody other than you.

“He gets him but there’s a bigger bad guy. That’s what the next ones about!” Darson said and Anakin raised his eyebrows.

“A bigger bad guy than the one I’m seeing right now? That’s impossible.” He said and you smiled. He seemed to be the kind of person who got along with kids. That notion alone made you feel a lot better. Darson nodded his head and began to speak with his mouthful.

“Sweetheart, Anakin is not going anywhere. Swallow your food before you speak, please.” You interrupted him and laughed gently while the boy swallowed his food with a closed mouth smile.

“It is possible I swear! I’ll show you the next one after this ends.” He exclaimed excitedly and turned his attention back to the movie. You and Anakin shared an amused glance and Anakin nodded.

“I’ll hold you to that, Darson.” Anakin replied and returned his attention to the movie. It was a decently made film, but you were so sick of it. It was nice to have somebody here to enjoy it with Darson.

You finished your food and brought everybody’s plates to the sink as the movie began to end. “I think I’m going to retire. Don’t let him stay up late.” You said to Anakin, he nodded in response.

“I won’t. Right after the next one I’ll send him to you.” He spoke as he followed you to the sink. “I’ll take care of this.” His hand brushed against yours in the sink and you both pulled away hastily. With a soft laugh you looked at him.

“Thank you, Anakin. Goodnight.” You smiled and he returned it.

“We’ll likely be landing by the time you both wake up. We’ll have breakfast on the ship.” He stated as he began washing the dishes, peering over to catch the movie every so often.

You brushed your hand over his shoulder as you walked away to the small room to lay down. His cheeks burned red at the gesture.

You stared at the ceiling as the muffled voices of the two boys in the main area talked about the movie excitedly. It reminded you of how his father would play with him. You felt tears in your eyes and rolled over to face the wall. Quiet sobs left your mouth, muffled by the blanket you were hiding under.

You cried until you heard the two of them laughing loudly through your door. You stood up and peaked your head out to see them sitting right next to each other and you laid back down. The sound of your sons laughter and the safety Anakin was working so hard to provide was enough to calm you and send you into a deep, blissful sleep. You felt your son curl up next to you at some point and you wrapped your arm around him before falling back asleep like you hadn’t even woken up.

The next morning you woke up to the sound of rustling outside your door. You snuck out of bed trying not to wake Darson and he nuzzled his face into the pillow. You wrapped your robe around you to cover up the nightgown you were wearing and with a yawn you opened your door to see Anakin pouring juice into a cup.

“Good morning, Anakin.” You said through another yawn and Anakin turned to you with a prompt nod his eyes stopped at your exposed legs for a millisecond too long, you noticed. He had a plate in his hand and upon seeing you he grabbed another off the counter, leaving one for your still sleeping son.

“Good morning. We’ll be landing soon.” He took the plates to the table and set them down. He took a seat and you sat next to him.

“Thank you.” You took a small bite of your food. You were almost never hungry in the morning but you didn’t want to be rude. He nodded as he ate his food. The silence between you both was comforting but something about it was begging to be filled.

“Darson is a good kid.” Anakin spoke up and you looked at him with a fond smile.

“I know. I heard you two yesterday. It made me feel a bit better.” You spoke and raised your hand to lean your chin on it.

“I know what it’s like to be a scared kid, too smart for his own good. I figured that a good time was what he needed.” He ate almost as quickly as he had sat down and placed his plate in the sink before washing it.

“Really?” You asked, watching him. His back was surprisingly broad and his shoulders looked strong as he scrubbed at the plate. You moved your eyes to one of the windows in the room, watching the stars fly by.

“Yeah. When I was first taken in by the Order. I hadn’t even left Tatooine before and I got thrown immediately into training. The joys of being The Chosen One, I guess. Never got to be a kid and watch films.” He looked at you over his shoulder and your eyebrows raised when he mentioned being The Chosen One.

“The Chosen One?” You inquired as you swallowed the bite you were chewing on while he spoke. He nodded and dried the water on his hands.

“I’m gonna bring balance to the Galaxy. Or so they say.” He leaned against the counter with his arms crossed and you nodded.

“You are indeed impressive, Anakin.” You smiled and looked over to the window again when you saw a planet in the distance. “Is that it?” You pointed out the window and he leaned over to inspect what you were gesturing too.

“Yeah. That’s Alderaan.” He said and you hummed. It looked a bit like your own planet, but Alderaan clearly had more mountains.

You looked at him and let out a deep breath. “Guess we’ll be set to move soon.” You started as you placed your plate in the sink, he turned immediately to begin washing it and you smiled. He was so eager to help so you let him, it was almost sweet. “I’ll wake Darson.” You walked back into the room and changed into something decent before brushing your hair. You tapped Darson. “Sweetheart we’re here.” You cooed and he woke up groggily.

“Good morning.” You smiled and he mumbled something along the same lines as he sat up and looked out the window. His eyes widened at the new sight.

“Woah! I gotta go see it from the cockpit!” Every ounce of exhaustion was gone from the boys face as he got changed and ran out to Anakin. He begged him to let him into the cockpit and Anakin obliged. You cleaned up the room and made sure all of your things were in order before following their voices. You tried to urge him to eat first and he refused, his excitement didn’t allow for much hunger.

You let the two talk and decided to bring the bags by the door. Anakin caught site of you carrying one at a time. “I’m gonna help your mom, I’ll be right back.” He made sure Darson was adequately strapped into the cockpit chair before coming over to you and taking the bag from your hand. “You do a lot of work for somebody who was living a royal lifestyle.” He laughed. You chuckled in response.

“I wasn’t born into it so it never came naturally to me to just let other people do my bidding. I never even let the servants do things for me. I’d do most things by myself even though my husband-“ You cleared your throat. “The king disapproved of it.” Your voice faltered a bit and you pursed your lips for a moment before turning away from the boy who towered over you.

“I do want to say I’m sorry for what happened, again. You’re dealing with it tremendously.” His voice was sincere and there was no look of teasing or joking on his face. You smiled at your son pretending to steer the ship in the cockpit.

“Not your fault. If anything, you’re the last person who should be apologizing. You’re helping me.” You spoke with your arms crossed and Anakin rested a hand on your shoulder while keeping a respectful distance.

“It really is my pleasure.” He said before going to get the rest of your things. When he left you, you felt warmth on your shoulder where he touched you and it made your stomach twist like you were a teenage girl who just said hi to her crush. You shook the thought from your head and sat down in the cockpit behind your son, strapping in.

Anakin followed shortly to land the ship. He did it with no issue, almost like it was second nature. He continued to surprise you in little ways and it made you feel a way you hadn’t felt in years. Excited.

——

Six hours had passed. You had sent a message to Obi-Wan as promised and he responded promptly. Once the Council knew you were safe you and Anakin had begun to get settled into the small home you were to hide in for the time being. Darson got to play with the lightsaber, Anakin taught him a few tricks. He had been on cloud nine and full of energy for at least 3 of the hours you guys had been on Alderaan. Anakin had left shortly after the lightsaber activities to check the perimeter. You sat on the couch and watched a HoloNet children’s show with Darsons head in your lap. “I wish Anakin was my dad.” He whispered and you looked down at him shocked.

“Well, he makes a fine step in for a brother. He’s far too young for all that.” You laughed. You combed through his hair as he crashed from all the excitement he had experienced from the past day. His small snores echoed through the room and you picked him up gently to place him in the small room he’d gotten to himself, tucking him in and giving him a kiss on the head before shutting his door behind you. As you shut the door you heard footsteps and you froze for a moment until you saw Anakin walk through the entry to the small lounging area. You let a breath out and proceeded to change the channel to something that wasn’t a cartoon.

“Did I scare you, Y/N?” He asked with a gentle chuckle as he sat on the single chaise beside the couch. You laughed yourself and looked at him. “A little. I guess I’m jumpy.” You responded, your eyes glued to his. For the first time neither of you looked away.

“My apologies.” His voice was quieter and you weren’t sure if it was because he knew Darson was sleeping or if he just wanted you to lean toward him to hear him. Either way you did end up leaning toward him a little as he spoke.

You shook your head and another short laugh emitted from you as you sat on the couch. You could feel him looking at you while your own eyes watched the hologram. “Am I of interest to you or do you have a staring problem.” Your lips curled into a soft smile as you spoke and Anakin cleared his throat, looking away. He was silent for a few moments and you looked at him, almost expecting him to simply ignore you.

“I don’t think I can give you a respectful answer to that.” His voice was quiet again as he stared at the show in front of him. It was of little to not interest to him but he didn’t know where else to look. You raised an eyebrow at his response.

“What’s that supposed to mean?” You asked, pausing the show to force him to look at you and he did. He shook his head as his eyes took you in.

“You’re far more beautiful than I could have imagined.” He gulped, his confidence seemed to have disappeared in a split second.

“What, because I’m 35?” You laughed, admittedly this was fun. He was handsome and exciting, and seeing him feel nervous around you made you feel sexy. At least the closest to it that you had felt in years. He shook his head quickly and furrowed his eyebrows.

“No, no. I just. I guess..” He sighed. “I just didn’t imagine you’d look as good as you do.” He struggled to keep eye contact, his eyes darted around the room.

“35 isn’t old, you know. I still have a long time to go.” You smiled again. “I’d even argue to say I’m in my prime.” You held your head high and he laughed gently.

“I believe that.” He responded and you placed your hand in front of your mouth when a giggle left your lips. You hadn’t giggled since you were young and your cheeks burned as a light pink colour washed over them. At that you saw a hint of something devilish take over his features and you watched him closely. “I’m going to shower.” He said as he walked away, your eyes darted to his bag of clothes that still sat in the entry way and before you could say anything he was gone and the door to the bathroom was shut behind him.

You sat on the couch watching the show as you heard him turn the water on and your heart beat quickened as you imagined what he would look like right now. You pushed the thought away as quickly as it came but your heart beat wasn’t so easily tamed. It wasn’t more than 10 minutes before you heard the water stop. From the corner of your eyes you saw him emerge into the room again, his wet hair fell over his eyes and he held a towel around his waist as he came to the front to get his bag. “Forgot this.” He muttered and looked at you as he lifted the bag causing your breath to get caught in your throat.

“Right… You’ll need them.” You mentioned. Maker, I wish he didn’t. You thought to yourself as you subconsciously bit gently at your lip. He saw it and a smirk graced his features. He left to go to his room and you let out deep breaths to relax. He came back shortly wearing only a pair of thin, baggy, black pants that hung dangerously low on his hips.

“Have I shown you your room yet?” He inquired as he shook his hair out with his hand. Quite a performance if you said so yourself. You shook your head and he held his hand out to you.

“I insist.” He smiled and you took his hand, rising from your seat, and followed him. He walked you through to the other side of the home and opened the door and you saw normal room decor, a large bed and a small attached bathroom. “All yours.” He let go of your hand as he turned to look at you.

“It’s nice.” You said, you weren’t even looking at the room. Your eyes were glued to his muscular chest, his large arms and that beautiful scar on his face.

“Bold words for somebody who’s not even looking at it.” He smirked and you walked toward him, pushing your hand against the door to close it. His eyes widened a bit at the act.

“I was really doubting this would work.” He whispered as you neared his tall frame. It was your turn to smirk now.

“Oh, Anakin. I don’t believe you. Who wouldn’t this work on?” Your voice was hushed as you pressed your hand against his warm chest. You looked up at him and other hand cupped his cheek. “You’re a handsome boy. Most handsome one I’ve seen yet.” Your gaze didn’t break for even a moment. He shivered under your touch and placed his hands on your hips, pulling you even closer.

“Th-thank you.” He stuttered a bit and you raised a brow.

“Did I scare you, Anakin?” You teased, reciting his own words from earlier and he gulped again. “Such a sweet boy.” You hummed as you rubbed your thumb against his cheek and he leaned into it with his eyes fluttering shut.

You took that as your queue to lean up toward him and press you lips against his. He moaned into the kiss, to your surprise, and you pulled away with a smirk on your face. His eyes opened slowly and you pulled him gently toward the bed. He followed with no hesitation and you pushed him so he was sitting on the edge. You climbed onto his lap, straddling him and he wrapped his flesh hand behind your neck, the gloved hand held the small of your back. Both your arms draped around his shoulders as you looked down at him. His eyes stared into yours before pulling you in for another kiss. You pushed your tongue at his lip and he opened his mouth immediately to let you in.

Your tongues explored each others mouths and he let out a small whimper when you sucked on his soft muscle. Your hands roamed to grab at his shoulders and you felt them tighten. You hummed in response as you grinded down on him, immediately feeling him get hard.

“Good boy.” You whispered into the kiss and he let another moan leave his lips as you continued to rub on him gently over his pants with your ass. You were in shape for sure but your curves only got extenuated due to having a child. Each of your tits were almost the size of his head and your butt was fairly plump. You pushed him gently until he laid on his back and began to move your kisses down his chin towards his neck and he sucked a sharp breath in. This wasn’t his first time by any means, Anakin was no stranger to sexual experiences but he’d never been with an older woman. It was one of his biggest fantasies.

You pulled your shirt over your head as you kissed down his body and you felt him tense under you at the sight of your undergarments. Once you got to his pants that were definitely uncomfortably tight, you pulled on them with your teeth and his hips bucked, another whimper flew out from him.

“Eager are we?” Your laugh was low and sultry. He stared at you like you were the first woman he’d ever seen in his life. You pulled his pants down with your hands and his surprisingly big cock swung towards his stomach. “You continue to surprise me, Ani.” You whispered and he moaned.

“Please keep calling me that.” His eyes screwed shut as you wrapped your fingers around him, pumping slowly. His stomach tensed and you smirked.

“I will.” You responded before squeezing his dick ever so gently. He pulled you back up by your shoulders so you settled on his lap and he sat up as well. His hands fumbled with your bra and you undid the clasp for him with one hand and let it fall somewhere on the floor behind you. His eyes almost bulged out of his head as he stared at you, another laugh followed as you watched him. He leaned forward and his eyes stared up at you as he held one of your tits in his hand and latched his mouth to you hardened nipple.

“Just like that, Ani..” You moaned and he sucked on it gently, his tongue grazing against it every so often. Your hands combed his hair away from his face and you smiled down as he continued to watch your reactions. “You’re doing so good.” You cooed and his eyes fluttered shut again. You kept running your hands through his hair as he lulled away at your nipple before moving to the other one. The air hit your damp skin and you sucked in a sharp breath. It seemed he could have spent a lifetime sucking, nipping, and licking at your tits but you were feeling a wetness between your legs that needed to be tended to. You stood up and shimmied the rest of your clothing down your legs and climbed back over him.

He flipped the two of you so that he was on top and began to place desperate kisses all over your upper body before moving lower and lower. “Are you-“ He cut you off. “Yes, Mommy.” He moaned against your soft body as his hands roamed every inch they could. You were shocked but he didn’t even seem to flinch at his own words. It made you feel tingles all over your body and you didn’t mind.

“That’s a good boy..” You whispered as he finally reached your pussy. His tongue pressed against it and you moaned, leaning back into the bed. He licked at your hole, desperate to taste you and his eyes watched you as if he was dying to see how good you felt. You let out another moan and ran a hand into his hair, tugging tightly. He whimpered against you and focused on your clit. His hands reached up to fondle your breasts and his eyes were still locked onto yours. It had been so long it didn’t take much to make you cum the first time. Within a few moments you were writhing and shaking under his tongue.

“Yes, yes just like that, Ani. Make Mommy feel good… You’re doing so good.” You cooed as you rode out your high on his face. He moaned and squeezed his eyes shut as his dick got harder than it ever had before, it was almost painful.

“Thank you, Mommy.” He whispered as you praised him and you held your arms out for him.

“You’re so welcome.” You smiled. He climbed over top of you again, you licked his chin to clean your juices off and he moaned with his eyes rolled back. You rolled over so you were above him. His cock was pulsing and you could feel it against your ass. Your hand trailed down his muscles and you watched them twitch everywhere you touched. You grabbed him gently and pressed him against your entrance, teasing him with a little wiggle. He let out a sharp breath and looked at you with desperation. “Please, Mommy.” He whined and you bit your lip as you let yourself lower onto him. When you felt your ass connect to his hips you knew he was all the way in and you moaned at his size.

“Such a big cock on such a young man..” You whispered and he bit his own lip. You bounced up and down painfully slowly and watched him squirm below you. “You like that? You like watching me?” Your voice came out shaky and he moaned, knowing it was him who was making you sound like that.

“Yes, Mommy I really, really do.” His voice was filled with desperation and you picked up the pace. Your tits bounced in his face as you moaned, he immediately angled himself up to catch one in his mouth and began sucking like his life depending on it.

“Suck my tits like a good boy, Ani.” You encouraged him and his eyes squeezed shut. You felt your clit hit his skin with every bounce and you shivered, feeling another orgasm beginning to form in your stomach. “You’re gonna make me cum again, Ani. Such a big dick… Feels so good.” You threw your head back as you rode him. He wrapped his arms around your waist and whimpered as he twitched inside of you when your walls began to clench around him. It wasn’t long before he was letting out a slack jawed moan against your skin, his body jolted as he left his seed in you. It was warm as it dripped down around him and you slowed your motions. “Good boy.. Let it out.” You cooed as you caressed his hair and he whimpered, holding you close as he came down.

When he dropped his grip on you, you dismounted him and felt his cum falling slowly down your leg. You padded over to the bathroom and cleaned up before returning to where he laid motionless on the bed. “Was that.. Was that okay?” Anakin whispered as you laid down next to him and you laughed.

“More than okay. I haven’t ever had a lay like that, really.” You whispered back as you laid on your side to stare at him. He looked at you and laughed gently.

“I like you. I like your kid. I like this.” He smiled and you smiled back.

“I feel the same but we’ll cross that bridge when we get there.” You spoke gently, reaching up to remove his hair from his eyes.

The next few days consisted of waking up, making breakfast for the boys, watching Anakin play with Darson, making lunch, watching a movie, putting Darson to bed and then fucking the absolute shit out of each other. You were happy for the first time in years and Darson, the intelligent boy he was, wasn’t so dumb as to not notice when Anakin would wink at you or when he’d grab your bum when he thought nobody was watching. As odd as it was, Darson was quite happy at the outcome as well.

“Mommy is Anakin my new daddy?” Darson blurted out at the table during dinner and you both looked at each other with wide eyes. Anakin cleared his throat as you attempted to do damage control.

“Honey, Anakins a good friend now. He isn’t your new d-” You started and Anakin cut you off.

“Play your cards right, Darson and I might think about it.” He smiled and Darson punched a fist into the air. You kicked Anakin under the table and he let out a “Ouch.”

“I have a Jedi dad!” Darson yelled and you shushed him, shaking your head at Anakin with a smile.

“Darson, baby, you can’t say that kind of stuff. Anakin isn’t allowed to be a daddy or even marry. We can’t tell people that okay? Anakin is just playing. He’s a good friend.” You spoke and Darson smiled knowingly. He promised not to say anything but he knew the truth deep down, and he was elated about it.

That night after you put Darson to bed, you laid in Anakin’s arms. “He’s smart. He could keep a secret.” Anakin tried to negotiate with you and you shushed him, raising your head from his chest.

“Please. Just let this be nice for now. There’s too many implications. I’m still married technically. You’re a Jedi for Makers sake. Just… Give it time.” You spoke gently and looked at him, he nodded before kissing your forehead. You sighed and laid back on his chest as you both fell asleep, excited to wake up and do it all again tomorrow. You weren’t sure how long you’d be here but you’d be damned if you didn’t enjoy it.

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deliciousbasementtrash · 1 year ago

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Playing Nurse for the Batfam

From Injustice Gods Among Us Year 5 #15

Summary: you are a nurse working for Gotham General Hospital. Batman has offered you a job. Will you take it?

Pairing: Slowburn Jason Todd x reader, (maybe a why choose with Dick Grayson as well?? Idk tell me what you guys want)

Warning: Adult language, parental abuse, parental neglect

Word Count: 1.6k

Note: These characters are not my own they belong to DC. The only character that is 'mine' is the reader. I am going to be as nondescript as possible for the reader as well for physical attributes. This is a continuation series; I’m not sure how long it will be. Also for some reason, my replies to comments are not showing up. I’m not ignoring your comments Tumblr won’t let me respond :( But please, please comment I live for it

Part One, Part Two

Part Three: Skip-Bo and Chess

My mind raced as I went over the contract. Everything seemed too simple, too easy. The only terms and conditions I had to abide by were that I wouldn’t reveal his identity and that I would need to essentially be on call from the hours of 21:00 to 7:00, but roughly 24/7. The pay was a ridiculous amount. The insurance was crazy good. I didn’t realize it was possible to get that much coverage. But this went against everything I have represented in my life. Would I be betraying the people of Gotham, my patients, and my fellow coworkers, by taking this job? Would I be betraying myself and my past history?

Gotham City: 16 Years Ago

My father and I stood over my mother’s grave. It was strange. My mom was a woman who breathed life into everything. She never wore a dull color, she danced whenever she could, and she sang horribly and off tune. She wore her hair in two long braids with colorful ribbons. She wore sweet perfume. She wore red lipstick. She wore so many necklaces and bracelets she jingled when she walked. She snorted when she laughed. And now when I looked at her all I saw was dirt and a gravestone. Her colorfulness, her loudness, her laughter, her joy, all of it was gone. I knew I couldn’t cry though. Not in front of Dad. He got so much meaner when I did. Sometimes I wonder what my beautiful, colorful, caring mother saw in this cruel bleak man. But I guess his bitterness was supposed to balance out her sweetness.

But without her, it felt like I was choking on the disgusting taste of my reality. We were grieving. We had no money. And the debt just seemed to be getting deeper and deeper. I tried selling homemade cookies at school to help out. I raised about 22 dollars. I came home with a smile on my face and handed my father the money. He pocketed it without another word. It was almost worse when he was like this.

It felt like he was a teapot that was brewing and I was just waiting for the wrong thing to set him off.

Some days when I came home from school he was home. He didn’t say anything. He didn’t look at me. Other days he wasn’t there. I had to scavenge the house for food or walk to the convenience store with what little money I had scurried away.

It felt like my life had become black and white without my mom. Everything seemed so hopelessly bad. Then one day my dad came home with a smile on his face. My first instinct was to tense my body and avert my gaze. I didn’t know what he was going to do.

“Sweetie, come with me. I have an idea,” my father said, grabbing my wrist and pulling me out the door with him.

He drove like a maniac and pulled up towards a seemingly abandoned building. My blood ran cold with anticipation.

My father practically ripped me out of the car and dragged me inside. Inside there were about twenty men all pretty beat up. All of them looked at me. I picked at my hangnails and looked at my father.

“Y/n, these gentlemen need to be healed. Be a doll and heal them.” My father’s words were clipped, and my pulse raced. I merely nodded and healed man after man. It became clear to me, even at my young age, that these men were a part of a gang. Who’s? I had no idea.

That was until a fat man in a tuxedo and a cane walked up to my father. He handed him a bundle of cash, they whispered some hurried words and the grotesque man leaned down towards me.

His short fat finger booped my nose, and the man tilted his head back and laughed at my reaction. I wanted to bite his finger off. I wanted to go home. I wanted my mom.

For the next two years, my father did business with anyone that could pay him. Our life went from living by the penny to living in luxury. All due to my power. The richest of the rich, politicians, businessmen, criminals, and villains, all used my services. And eventually, they tried to buy me.

That’s when I decided to run away. Or die trying.

Gotham City: Present Day

I sat across from Sam, my best friend, and nurse colleague. “What do you think I should do?” She was the only one that I trusted enough to tell everything to. Of course, I left out the whole, ‘My boss would be Batman thing.’

“Girl, if you don’t take this job I will kill you,” Sam said, taking a large bite of her pasta.

“Do you think I’m betraying my younger self? I promised I would never be bought. I would never work for a corrupt man.”

“Maybe you should discuss with Mr. Wayne, that you would like to remain a nurse part-time. That way you ease your conscious about everything but still live in a fucking MANSION and make BANK, you dummy head. And this way you’re reclaiming your past. You get to choose. You’re not trapped.”

I mindlessly pushed my food around my plate, lost in thought. “That’s not a terrible idea.”

“Of course not, I never have bad ideas. Take one more night to think about it. But I think you have your answer.”

That night I tossed and turned in my bed. I grabbed my phone, the bright screen making me blink.

[I accept your terms, but I do have a few remediations to the contract. Signed, y/f/n y/l/n.]

One week later.

“How are you taking to your new living situation, Miss y/l/n?” Alfred asked as he expertly julienned an onion. I not as gracefully diced several cloves of garlic across from him.

I looked up at him, smiling, “I’m still getting used to it, to be honest.” It had become a silent routine over the past week. When I wasn’t working at the hospital, or patching up Batman, I got bored. So, I started helping Alfred with cooking.

He taught me how to play chess. I taught him how to play Skip-Bo and dominos. I had grown quite fond of the man over the short period. It most definitely was my daddy issues clinging to the first nice man I saw. But Alfred Pennyworth seemed truly kind to me.

I hadn’t met any other members of Bruce’s family, but supposedly they were all meeting for dinner tonight. For some reason, my pulse spiked at the thought of meeting them. My past gave me anxiety when meeting new people I didn’t know.

As if reading my thoughts Alfred asked, “How are you feeling about meeting everyone tonight?”

I cut a piece of garlic a bit harshly, “I’m�� I’m fine. Do you know if I am to meet them after the dinner or before?”

Alfred’s eyebrows quirked, “What do you mean? You most probably will meet them at dinner. You are attending are you not?”

“I wasn’t sure if I was allowed to eat with the family or not,” I stated, hesitantly.

I heard a twang of metal as Alfred set down his knife. He gave me his full attention as he said, “Master Wayne may seem abrasive, Miss. But I assure you, he would never have to eat separately unless that is what you wished.”

Abrasive was one way to put it. He often reminded me of a feral cat when I tried to heal him. He would practically hiss that he was fine. I had to politely remind my employer a few times that this was what I was here for and to let me heal him.

We cooked in silence for a while, when out of the blue I asked Alfred, “Alfred, are you happy?”

Alfred always holding his poise answered calmly, “Happiness is something that fluctuates in my life, Miss. I will say that knowing that Master Wayne and the rest of the family are in your capable hands is reassuring me as of late. I also have been enjoying your company, no matter how many times you beat me in Skip-Bo.”

I laughed, a true genuine laugh. “Hey, you win every time we play chess!”

Alfred smiled softly, “Miss I have been playing chess since I was five years old. If I lost I think I would have to revoke my Englishmanship.”

After my laughter died down, another question popped in my head, “What are they like? Mr. Wayne’s family?”

Alfred smiled, “Those children are loud, argumentative, loyal, funny, stubborn, etc. I love those children with everything I am. You will too, Miss y/l/n.”

An unfamiliar sense of warmth bloomed in my chest, “Thank you, Alfred.”

“Thank you, Miss y/l/n.”

As I was getting dressed. I could not pick out what I wanted to wear. Did I want to go casual with a tee shirt and jeans? A bit more formal with a dress? Semi-casual with a skirt and sweater? I decided on the last one, with some tights on underneath. I wanted to make a good impression. It felt like the first day of school. I made my way down the stairs. No one had arrived yet. I took a seat next to Alfred, my leg bouncing.

Alfred patted my shoulder when we heard the door open, “It will be just fine.”

The loud oncoming footsteps mimicked my thundering pulse.

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mari-the-bimbo · 1 year ago

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hi! can you write something about dorm mate!geto arguing with reader but then they would apologize (idk whose fault it was) please 🙏

A/N: Thanks for the idea bby!! Plot twist: they don’t apologise, you know I love miscommunication tropes right? 😋

Dorm mate Geto: Just friends

It’s Friday night and you find yourself at one of Gojo party friends’ party again. It’s kind of a tradition. You, Gojo and Geto heading out for a party so get that much needed social time in your busy lives. You don’t join them all the time, but when you do, you feel good.

You and Shoko laugh at the drunk Utahime who was having the time of her life. You enjoyed watching your usually uptight friend letting herself go once in a while.

But when she started loudly explaining why Gojo was unfuckable, you and Shoko decided maybe it was time to leave the party.

“Come on Princess” Shoko says sarcastically to Utahime, while you help bring the drunk girl to her feet. “Let’s get you home. Hey y/n, you need a ride home babe?” Shoko asks, swirling the car keys around her finger.

“Nah I’m good thanks Shoko” you say with a smile. “I’ll see if Geto’s ready to go” you add, knowing Gojo was probably hooking up with someone right now.

“Cool. See you later chick” Shoko says and you wave goodbye to them before walking back to find Geto. You check your phone, 00:31 it reads. Past midnight, okay time to leave a party right?

You squint, looking to find the black long haired man, but when you finally spotted him, you wished you didn’t.

Your handsome dorm mate sat on a sofa, with some pretty girl wrapping her slender arms around his broad shoulders. He whispers something in her ear with his signature lazy smirk, the girl laughs brightly. No doubt Geto said a dry but flirty joke, something you thought was reserved only for you.

You think you feel a bit sick. Heartbroken was what you actually felt. He hasn’t seen you yet, you hope it stays that way. You hope he didn’t see you foolishly waiting on him, while he got cosy with some other girl.

Was it always like this? Did he always get cosy with other girls but your delusions made you think it was only you? How silly. What you once thought was a sweet blooming romance between you and a dear friend was nothing more than a minor situationship to him.

You turn your heel and speed out the house before you could embarrass yourself anymore.

1:01 AM

You swirl your ramen absentmindedly in the pot, hoping the warm noodles will fill the emptiness you feel in your stomach.

Suddenly you hear the door open and shut. You didn’t dare look up, there’s so much to stay but you choose to stay silent, hoping Geto won’t notice you in the dim lighting in his drunk state.

But that never works.

“You hungry doll?” Geto chuckles as he spots you. You don’t answer, scared your voice will crack.

“Well how about I help out and make you some hot cocoa yeah?” He says, with a smile that feels fake to you now.

“No. I don’t want a drink” you say abruptly, you cringe internally, knowing how rude you sounded, but you can’t help but feel resentful.

Geto stops in his tracks, slowly turning towards you, long hair strands framing his face.

“You okay hun?”

You wince, ‘hun’ was the last thing you needed to be called by the man who just broke your heart.

You silently just stare at your ramen, trying to play it cool, be the chill girl who doesn’t really care, but you already messed up. You were a born a person who cared too much.

“You shouldn’t call me that.”

“What? Why?” He says, an unimpressed frown on his handsome face. You stare silently at your ramen again.

You sigh when Geto pushes in front of you and turns off the stove so that he can have your attention.

“Look at me and tell me what’s wrong” he says.

You cross your arms almost in defence, disobeying him by staring out the window instead. “What am I to you Geto?”

“My favourite girl, of course” he answered softly in a heartbeat, taking a step closer to you, but you move backwards.

You shake your head. “No” you say, “that’s not what I am. What is our relationship? Are we friends or more?”

The room falls silent.

You sigh, wishing you never asked and hurt your own feelings. The silence answered your question. Friends.

“If we are friends, then we should put some distance between us” you say bravely.

You look up at Geto, to find the usually composed, chill guy look shattered. Black eyebrows furrowed, mouth slightly open. You’ve never seen Geto look off guard, you almost feel bad.

“Oi… what do you mean by that?” You can hear the anger bubbling through his throat, he’s trying his best to stay calm.

“I mean stop flirting and touching me Geto, do that with the girls you’re romantically interested in” you assert your stance, slightly raising your voice to your own surprise.

“Thats-“ Geto starts but he doesn’t finish his sentence.

He pauses before starting, now stepping away from you.

“I’m.. sorry I caused any inconvenience for you. I won’t do it again.” He says formally, putting his hands in his pockets and walking out the small dorm kitchen. Black hair stands dangling in front of his face as he keeps his head down.

Leaving you alone with your broken heart again.

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partycatty · 9 months ago

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You're my favorite writer and I'm a Sucker for Johnny Cage x Himself from Mk11.... please?

okay, so lovingly, i don't feel comfortable directly writing johnny x himself... but i can do you one better?

johnny cage > two for one

the timelines collapse, leaving you in the face of new era and previous era johnny. you're not quite sure how you ended up in this situation, but their hungry stares are undeniable.

warnings: smut.. idk theyre frotting bro idk what else to say. ur rubbing their schmeats together. kissin tips. lockin cocks. diddlin dongs.

notes: THIS IS MK1 JOHNNY ("johnny") X MK11 YOUNGER JOHNNY ("cage") X READER!!! NO DILF HERE!!!

[ masterlist ]

a swirling tornado of sand interrupted your meeting with liu kang and his recruited earthrealmers, pulling into view several faces you had not met before. one of which being a man bearing a large chest tattoo of "JOHNNY," and you could only assume it was his name. as well as him came others you were later taught were counterparts to some of your companions, namely thunder god raiden, monk kung lao, and a mortal liu kang. a part of you was filled with dread for now knowing not one, but two johnnys.... johnnies? another part, though, was intrigued, if not horribly flustered.

as time went on, you had to spend more and more time around these newcomers as well as your people. your johnny was always clinging to you, or lingering near you but dear god this new johnny was like a lost puppy with a raging boner. his comments, flirtatious advances, and feather touches were driving you up a wall. he was testosterone humanized.

you couldn't deny that your johnny was dizzying in essence, from his charisma to the way his form hugs his clothes deliciously. but, dear lord, this new johnny was a hunk. he was huge in every way imaginable, and you tensed up when they were both in your presence. this all came to a head when you were attempting to work on your reports, but the alternate timeline johnny - the one in which you've started calling "cage" out of formality - couldn't keep his hands to himself. this particular instance, you were trying to inspect a map outstretched on the table, and cage was looming directly behind you, placing his hands on either side of you and effectively trapping you against the table. you tried so hard to ignore it, but his musk and faint cologne made your eyes gloss over with desire.

that is, until johnny strode over to the scene and ripped cage from your proximity, aiming an accusatory finger in his face.

"listen man," johnny was irritated, perhaps suspiciously more than normal. "lay off, yeah? she's trying to figure out how the hell we can send you back to whatever timeline you came from."

"don't you touch me," cage snarled in response, squaring up. he was only a couple inches taller than johnny, but his size was almost double. "i'm a star."

"and? so am i!" johnny shouts back with a groan. as the bickering picks up, you couldn't help but watch in amusement. but then, the insults become less funny when johnny grabs cage's purple sunglasses and stomps on them with a huff. cage frowns.

"ladies-" you interject, standing between the two brick walls of men. "you're both pretty." and so, the two men feel obligated to listen to you. you shoot a glance at johnny, silently scrutinizing his behavior. instead of just taking your scolding, johnny grabs you by your upper arm and drags you into a broom closet. god damn, they wore the same cologne. the closeness was nearly too much, combined with johnny's admittedly sexy scowl.

"why are you letting him manhandle you like that? you don't know him." johnny asks under his breath, towering over you as he holds your arms.

"what do you care?" you're almost offended at his tone, but then it all clicks. johnny's defensive of you, protective. hell, he's jealous... of himself. this realization makes a smile bloom on your face, and johnny immediately knows what you're beginning to understand.

who said you could only choose one of them?

───── ⋆⋅☆⋅⋆ ─────

all it took on cage's end was one sultry stare, and he was sauntering toward the broom closet and locking it behind him. it was incredibly hard to think straight when both men's hands were groping and grasping at your body. in any other universe, you'd be dazed and confused from seeing double, but in this universe you're heated and dizzy from the two hard-ons rubbing into your body. one clothed cock was fitted and gently rutting into your hand, being johnny's. his needy groans and pants were swallowed by your own mouth as you made out with his plush lips. cage settled for your ass, grinding against it with equally needy grunts and breaths that haunted the back of your neck. when you pulled away from the kiss, you noticed johnny's already fucked out expression, his swollen lips parted as he tries pathetically to catch his breath.

"pl... please," he breaths out, voice barely audible over your gentle whimpers and cage's groans. "you don't know how long i've wanted your mouth on my... fuck." his head lolls back as you wrap your fingers around his cock, feeling it throb and twitch hungrily.

"make us feel good, baby," cage grumbles, slapping the side of your thigh. "on your knees, come on." obeying like a dog, you drop to your knees with a harsh bump, but you'll worry about the pain later. cage is already unleashing his cock from the constraints of his pants, palming himself through his boxers. johnny does the same, but couldn't bring himself to wait any more as his dick slings out of his slacks, nearly slapping your cheek when he twitches.

you decide to play the cruel game, denying johnny of what he's borderline begging for, his wet eyelashes fluttering at the sight of you on your knees for him, and... other him. speaking of which, you turn your head and wrap your lips around cage's cock, hollowing your cheeks and gently sucking down on his weeping tip. bobbing your head only a couple inches to tease, cage groans and watches johnny writhe for release.

"what's the matter?" cage taunts a slackjawed johnny. "jealous?" johnny bites down on his lower lip and nods wildly, cheeks flushed and averting eye contact. "hey, hey, ah-" cage tuts. he reaches over and grabs johnny by the neck, angling his face forward. "look at me while she sucks me off." and so johnny does, desperately whimpering and gasping as he watches cage's expression contort when you take his cock fully in your mouth, gagging as you reach the base. his other hand reaches down and holds your head in place, your lips burning from the stretch of the thickness. sure, they were both packing, but cage's was thick while johnny's was long.

your fingers found your cunt, swiping three available fingers across your folds and gathering the wetness before searching for johnny's cock and stroking as best as you can from this angle. his precum mixed with your slick allowed you to slide across easily. your head and torso were angled toward cage as you stretched your arm to jerk johnny off properly. both are now breathing heavily, and you only get to look up for a moment to notice cage's hand around johnny's neck, their intense eye contact having you wonder if you were even needed. clearly you were though, as they're both tensing and moaning at your pleasure.

fighting against cage's hand on the back of your head, you pull off of his cock with a pop and swap your attention, now jerking off cage while blowing johnny. the sudden onslaught of wet warmth makes johnny whine as he bucks into your throat, catching you off guard as you gag once again.

"ngh - sorry," he pathetically apologizes, only looking down at you for a moment. if he looked for any longer, he might just cum there and then. "m'sensitive."

"yeah you are," cage snarls, eyes clenching shut as he focuses on the pleasure. "god, you've got yourself a fuckin' whore in this timeline, don'tcha? you like sharin', johnny?" cage grabs your hair and tugs it lightly, and you hum an agreement against johnny's dick that makes him gasp as he nods along. johnny's warm, wet tip is seeping precum that places a salty taste on your tongue while it traces every vein.

cage's purring degrading comments and praises are lost to your hazy mind, too focused on pleasing the cocks in your face. you manage to pick up a few things about how good you look like this, and how cute they make them in this timeline. of course johnny would be attracted to himself, of course. this, thankfully, gives you an idea.

"hold on," you remove your lips from johnny and he involuntarily bucks into your face at the loss of pleasure. "can we try something?"

the two men exchange dubious glances, but their low lids and parted lips tell you they'd agree to anything you'd ask of them right about now. they nod simultaneously and you rise with a grin, wiping your mouth. each hand finds a dick and picks the stroking up again, trying to keep them heated and eager. one thing you pick up on quickly is that for as much smack as they talk, they're both desperately close from a few touches alone, bucking and whining into your hands. cage's cocky attitude has washed away and mirrored johnny's as they both submit to your touch. just as you feel them getting desperate, clawing at any part of your clothes or skin they could make contact with, you tug them together. cage leans against the wall, and johnny leans against a large equipment crate, gripping the corners.

you guide their dicks together until their undersides brush up on each other, making them both jolt in surprise. clasping your hands in a wide hoop, you resume your stroking, this time with both of their cocks trapped in your grasp. the messy mixture of fluid creates a wet noise as you glide up and down their touching cocks. johnny, as always, can't contain his desire and begins to rut into your hand, rubbing against cage's dick in the process. cage picks up on the idea, and the two men rub their cocks together as your hands stroke around them.

"holy-" cage slaps a hand over his eyes, groaning as his head tilts back. it's clear in all of his time, frotting was never something on his list. neither for johnny. "this... it's too much, doll."

"god - ffngh... it's supposed to feel like that," johnny interjects breathlessly, hips bucking up sloppily. his chin touches his chest as he hopelessly chases his high. "come on, no way you've - ahh - never done this. keep-keep moving-" a sharp hiss escapes his throat when you rub your thumb over his slit.

their thighs clench and their bucking becomes wild and it could be clear to anyone that they're extremely close. you also realize that they're entirely getting off on each other, whining every time their tips catch on each other. cage tightens his grip on johnny's neck and clenches his thigh with his other, while johnny is death gripping the box as he shakes and writhes.

"you can do it," you mutter encouragements to the men as their thrusts stutter. "talked so much before, where is it now, boys? you were doing so good..."

johnny couldn't take another second of the pleasure mixed with your praises, and with a final jolt, his thighs twitch as he cums, shooting ropes of his semen on both your hands and cage's cock. the cum coating his own cock got cage going just enough to finish shortly after, both of them spasming as semen drips down your hands. there was so much, and it felt so warm against your skin as they both whimpered and groaned curses and praises aimed at you and the other man. you lean down and place your lips around their tips, attempting to catch the final spurts as they dripped out. licking up their shafts to collect what you could, they simultaneously hiss at the overstimulation of their sensitive dicks, twitching and trying to pull away from your ruthless grip.

"alright, alright, fucking hell..." cage whines, pulling away with a harsh tug. his breath feels far away, impossible to recollect as he watches johnny shield his face with his arm, skin flushed and sweaty as his dick continues to throb in your hand.

they both reel seeing you lick your fingers, placing them in your mouth and sucking gently, lashes fluttering at how good - and similar - they tasted. johnny finally catches his breath and is the first one to properly speak up.

"someone's probably looking for us," he breathes, trying to fix his dress shirt with sweaty palms. "we... we should get back out there."

"right," you hum as your fingers are pulled from your mouth. "we were... in the middle of fixing all this."

"i dunno," cage smirks, crossing his arms. "i kind of like it here. i got two pretty things to keep me busy."

"don't make it weird," johnny groans, head lolling to the side as he stretches. "don't do that."

"how is that weird?" cage puts his hands on his hips.

oh lord, here they go ahead. maybe another round would shut them up.

#mortal kombat #mortal kombat x reader #johnny cage #mk1 #johnny cage x reader #johnny cage smut #mortal kombat smut #mk11 #marley writes ☆

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randxmthxughts · 2 years ago

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Unrequited Love - Tsu'tey x Omatikaya!Reader

summary: you had been in love with tsu'tey for as long as you could remember. so when you see his heart break again at the loss of another mate, you offer him comfort, expecting nothing in return

genre/warnings: smut!, oral (m receiving), angst, unrequited love

wc: 2k

a/n: this is my first time writing smut, so i hope i didn't screw it up completely. please let me know if there's anything unrealistic or sounds silly (i am a virgin, idk what the hell i'm doing), i'll be glad to change it. also, please don't forget to leave some feedback, replies, whatever you want. i love reading what you have to say, and it always encourages me to write more ♡

masterlist - part 2

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You watch in silence, your focus only on him. As things escalate between Tsu'tey and Jake, people around you begin to gasp and murmur, filling the space with noise. All you want to do is to call out his name, get him out of there.

It’s obvious to you that his challenge means nothing. He does it to upkeep his reputation, but if he kills Jake, Neytiri will never choose him again. Tsu’tey draws a knife, bending down over Jake’s unconscious body.

“Neytiri was promised to me,” Tsu’tey grabs him by the hair, bringing his knife closer, “This is a demon in a false body. It should not live.”

Neytiri suddenly lunges at Tsu’tey with all her might. She knocks him off his feet and takes a defensive stance over Jake, baring her teeth and knife. You notice Tsu’tey's posture weaken, as he watches his mate claim Jake as her own in front of the whole clan. He knows it’s too late for him to fight, Neytiri and Jake are now mated for life. Your heart aches at the sight of Tsu’tey's bloodied face and the way he spits on the ground before retreating into the forest, disappearing from the crowd.

Desperately, you rush after him, ignoring the noise and commotion breaking around you. It takes some time for you to finally spot his frame, partially hidden between thick bushes, sitting on a rock with his head hanging low in defeat.

Sylwanin was his first true love. You watched them fall in love while you were still children. Having a crush on somebody who was already claimed was tough on you, but you knew that Sylwanin and Tsu’tey were meant for each other, and you tried very hard to be happy for them. You remember it as clear as a day when they announced their bond, and the way you cheered for them, joining in on the celebration. But in your heart, you couldn't help but wish for the kind of love that Tsu'tey had for Sylwanin. You prayed to Eywa that she would one day grant you such feeling.

Losing Sylwanin in that tragic accident was devastating already, but being arranged to mate with her sister instead must have been an unbearable burden for Tsu’tey. Your heart shattered into thousands of tiny pieces when you first heard the news, and there was nothing you could do to help. Tsu’tey was a great hunter and warrior, there was no one more deserving of being Olo’eyctan than him. And though he bonded with Neytiri over their shared grief, he knew that he could never love her the same way. When Sylwanin died, a part of him had also died with her. And now, witnessing Tsu’tey lose his mate to another man was agonizing.

“Tsu’tey,” you catch his attention, approaching him.

As if caught in a moment of vulnerability, Tsu’tey sits up straight. You grimace at the blood smeared around his beautiful face, eyes glistening with the threat of tears. Noticing your gaze lingering on him, Tsu’tey hurries to wipe his eyes. Future Olo’eyctan or not, he didn’t like that you saw him like this. Quickly, you reach forward and grasp his wrists, preventing him from hiding his face.

“‘M sorry,” you mumble.

“I’m fine,” he huffs, shaking his hands to free them from yours.

You don’t take offense to his harshness. Growing up, Tsu’tey always had a soft spot for you, but that did not apply during the moments of humiliation. You crouch down in front of him, letting his frame loom over you.

“You shouldn’t have followed me, Y/N,” he says, like it was an order you disobeyed.

You purse your lips, uncertain if Tsu’tey truly means it. Despite being only two years older than you, Tsu’tey still treated you like a child sometimes. Even as a kid, he exuded dominance and strength, his presence alone putting everyone intact. So whenever he saw boys bullying you, Tsu’tey was quick to tell them off. He would then nudge your shoulder, coaxing a smile from you, and consider his job done. But what he failed to recognize, after all these years, is that you never saw him the same way he saw you. Your heart ached every time you looked at him, knowing that he could never be yours, and that his own heart belonged to someone else.

“I don’t want to take out my anger on you,” Tsu’tey’s tone is stern, “You better leave, Y/N.”

“You can take it out on me, I don’t mind,” you say softly, as his eyes widen in confusion.

“I’m not kidding,” he warns you with a low growl.

“Please, let me help you,” you plead with him, resting your palms over his thighs, “I can take it, you don’t have to hold back.”

Tsu’tey rarely heard those words. He was always scolded for being short-tempered, acting out of anger. That those were unsuitable qualities for the future Olo’eyctan. Tsu’tey tried to contain it, but often old habits would slip right back in. He shifted under your touch, gazing at your hands, while his mind went to places where it shouldn’t go. He thought that he was probably reading you wrong, still upset over the fight.

You weren’t sure if this was where you wanted things to head, when you followed him. But right at this moment, you felt like there was nothing else you wanted to do for him. Your heart truly desired to see him relax for a moment, even if it was at the expense of your feelings. As you slowly moved your palms higher on his thighs, Tsu’tey drew in a short breath. He watched you silently until your fingers grazed the edges of his loincloth.

“You don’t have to,” Tsu’tey put his hands over yours, in an attempt to stop you, but all you could feel was the heat radiating off his skin, making your heart race.

“I want to,” you insist, “Let me make you feel good.”

“You know I can never truly devote myself to anyone else but Sylwanin,” his voice drops, and you have to perk your ears to hear him.

“I know,” you move your fingers to his sides, reaching the ties of his loincloth, “I don’t expect anything in return.”

“Y/N…” Tsu’tey whispers but you shush him.

You notice the way he tries to resist the growing lust, despite longing for it to be satisfied. His mind tells him to walk away but his body doesn’t comply. Would it be so bad for him to get lost in the moment and just let it go? Let himself forget about all of his worries and pretend that he had nothing weighing down on him?

You hesitate before untying his loincloth, waiting for Tsu’tey to stop you, but he doesn’t. As the fabric slides off his sides, revealing his already hard cock, you’re taken aback slightly. Tsu’tey watches your reaction with a hint of shame; he can’t believe he’s already aroused just by the way you undressed him.

Slowly, you lean in, pressing a soft kiss to his thigh. You hear Tsu’tey’s breath hitch and feel his muscles clench, as you start trailing kisses up his skin. When you reach his balls, you pause. You have never done anything like this before. Sure, you heard girls talk about pleasuring their mates in many ways, but you could only dream about making Tsu’tey happy. It’s scary.

You take a breath before planting wet kisses to his sack, then some more to the base of his member. Instinctively, his penis twitches underneath your lips, and you hear Tsu’tey let out a small moan. Your ears perk up at the sound so pleasant, you wish you could hear it everyday. You’ve never seen this side of Tsu’tey; he was always so stern, so aware of the way he presented himself to others. But here he is now, trembling under your touch, letting his guard down. Feeling braver, you wrap your lips around his sack, sucking in gently. Simultaneously, your fingers find their way around his penis, giving it a light squeeze.

“Tsahey,” he grunts through his teeth.

The sounds he makes are so satisfying, you feel heat rush to your cunt. You try to ignore the growing sensation, as you press your tongue flat against his shaft, and follow along a prominent vein. Tsu’tey’s grabs the back of your neck, bringing your face closer, ordering for more. You had no idea that you were unintentionally teasing him, making him impatient.

Getting his hint, you take the tip of his penis into your mouth, your tongue occasionally grazing the top, as you suck on it. You let the saliva drip out of your mouth and smear it over his shaft with your hand, beginning to draw small motions up and down, your mouth still working.

“Take it all in,” Tsu’tey grunts, “Please.”

Tsu’tey had never sounded as desperate as he did right now. To please him, you lean in, trying to take his whole penis into your mouth. It was your best attempt, given how big he was, and feeling the tip press against the back of your throat. It tickles your skin like an annoying scratch you want to tend to. As you lose the rhythm of your breathing, suddenly feeling overwhelmed, you pull away. Instead, you work your hand up and down his penis, now completely covered in your saliva. You massage his balls with your other hand, and when you hear Tsu’tey draw in another short breath, your walls painfully clench around nothing. You push your thighs together, trying not to get distracted by your own desire.

As you pick up a rhythm with your hand, Tsu’tey’s muscles are clenching and relaxing at every movement. He starts to grow impatient, wishing to feel the inside of your mouth again, and reaches out to direct his penis into your mouth. You take him in.

“Tsahey,” he grunts again, then lets out a soft moan when you swirl your tongue around him.

Tsu’tey suddenly stands up, forcing you to sit up higher on your knees. This new position now allows him to slide his full length into you, tickling your throat and almost making you gag. Tears prick up at the corner of your eyes, as he starts jerking his hips forward in small, quick motions. To hold you in place, Tsu’tey grabs you by your hair, and starts speeding up, thrusting into you more violently. When he tugs at your queue, you let out a small whimper.

Distracted by the sound you just made, Tsu’tey slows down, locking his eyes on yours.

“Will you be alright?” he asks, his breath shaky. You suck on him as a sign of approval, “I just need a moment, I'm almost there."

Tsu’tey grips the back of your neck, and picks up the speed of his thrusts again, hitting the back of your throat with a new force. He is going harder on you, desperately chasing the wave of pleasure. Your mouth felt so warm, so soft around him, cheeks sucking and pressing against his length. The tears in your eyes turn your vision blurry, and you try to blink them away, to watch his face. He looks so beautiful.

Suddenly, you feel his member clench, and Tsu’tey pushes into you a few more times. His movements become sloppier, and when a loud groan escapes from his lips, you feel warm bitter liquid filling out your mouth.

“Mawey,” he whispers, his lids heavy, as he pulls out.

He presses his fingers against your chin, lifting your head just enough to encourage you to swallow. You gulp down, maintaining eye contact, and Tsu’tey hums with a smile, satisfied. Your cunt clenches painfully, pleading for attention, and you squeeze your thighs again, trying to calm yourself down.

Tsu’tey notices it immediately, eyes now lingering on your loincloth. You look away, embarrassed to get caught by him, and wipe your mouth.

“Thank you, Y/N,” he says, still standing bare in front of you.

It’s awkward, you don’t know how to behave now. You stand up, still not meeting his eyes.

“Feel a little better now?” you ask softly.

“Much better,” Tsu’tey places his fingers under your chin, forcing you to meet his eyes, “Do you want me to help you with that?”

Your cunt clenches again, when his gaze trails down your body. You feel heat rush to your face at the mere thought of Tsu'tey pleasuring you. But you’re too flustered, you’re not sure you can endure it.

“No, this is not about me,” you shake your head, “I wanted to make you feel better because you didn’t deserve what happened.”

“I must be a fool,” Tsu’tey admits with a guilty sigh, “I never thought that you... that there was something.”

“I know you hadn’t,” you dismiss the way his eyes burn into yours.

“You deserve someone better. Who is not as broken as me,” his hand cups your cheek to offer you comfort.

“Please don’t,” you pull away, interrupting him before he can pity you, “I know you don’t feel the same, Tsu’tey, it’s alright.”

You force a small smile, blinking away the tears in your eyes. The moment between you is fleeting, but it weighs heavy on your heart. You know that he can never love you.

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sundrop-writes · 5 months ago

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(Un)Intimidated

Derek Hale x POTSie!GN!Reader Blurb

Word Count: 600

Sundrop's Main Masterlist

Warnings: the reader is gender neutral - the only pronouns used for the reader are you/yours; mentions of the reader having a 'girly' room (elements of pink and having stuffed animals); the reader has POTS - it is the main 'plot' of the fic (Derek can hear the reader's heartbeat). This is mostly just very self indulgent fluff.

A/N: So - again, I am on hiatus. But self indulgent fic ideas are getting to me. If you follow my main blog then you saw this one coming. Originally, my idea was to write something about Derek listening to the reader's heartbeat and catching them before they faint, but this fic is what happened when I started typing. Maybe I will write the other idea sometime, idk. Also, shoutout to the fact that I was writing this while having chest pains due to POTS. Wild

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You had been assigned to ‘babysit’ Derek.

What a glamorous role: sitting in your bedroom with a man on the run from the law (only because Scott had publicly (wrongfully) accused him of murder).

When you first met Derek Hale, you had been intimidated by him. It was impossible not to be. He was more than six feet tall and impossibly broad - a giant wall of muscle that could have ripped you apart in seconds if he wanted to. But soon, you came to realize that he was… softer than other people gave him credit for. He had lost his entire family, and he was alone in the world. Of course he protected himself from that loneliness with bitterness and anger. But you saw glimpses of something else beneath.

Especially now, when he was sitting in your bedroom on your pink beanbag chair, among a pile of stuffed animals, reading a YA romance novel that you had given him to entertain himself - he was almost… cute.

He let out a gentle huff, seemingly frustrated, and you wondered if he had gotten caught up in the plot of the book - which would have been entirely amusing.

“You okay?” You asked, putting down the pen you had been using to doodle with in your journal, giving him your full attention. “I can get us a snack or something if-”

“Look, I’m sorry.” He mumbled out, so lowly that you almost didn’t catch the words.

“What?” You gaped, wondering if you had misheard him.

“I said: I’m sorry.” He repeated himself, slowly and a bit louder.

Unfortunately this confused you even further.

“What for?” You asked, moving to the edge of your bed and putting your feet on the floor, directing even more of your attention toward him.

“I know Scott and Stiles are making you stay with me, but you don’t have to stay here if you’re going to be… scared.” He explained slowly, quietly, choosing his words carefully. “I know I’m not exactly the friendliest person-”

“‘Scared’?” You repeated his own words back to him, unsure of what he meant. “Why do you think I’m scared?”

“Your heart has been racing for the past hour - ever since I arrived.” He explained. “I know you must be afraid of me-”

You let out a gentle laugh, shaking your head.

It was Derek’s turn to be confused now.

“I - I forgot that werewolves can do that.” You told him, putting a hand to your chest and feeling your own rapid heartbeat. “Scott told me, but…” You trailed off, and then you switched to a different line of thought completely.

“I’m not scared of you.” You announced, entirely firm.

With your heart thumping at the exact same rapid pace, Derek couldn’t tell if this was a lie or not.

“But-” He tried to argue, and you cut him off.

“I have a medical condition.” You explained.

He looked at you with curiosity, and you continued.

“It’s called Postural Orthostatic Tachycardia Syndrome. It means that my entire nervous system is whack - and my heart speeds up or slows down when it’s not supposed to. Because the part of my brain that controls my heart rate is… broken. It also causes me to faint. Way too often.”

Derek hated to hear you speak of yourself as ‘broken’, because he saw you as such a kind, perfect person. But he chose not to say anything about it.

A hint of sadness, pity, drifted across Derek’s features - anybody else would have missed it, but since meeting him, you had focused on seeing beneath the surface of his bruteness, and you had started picking up on everything more than the toughness he projected.

“Do you… need to go to a hospital?” He asked, concerned about the fact that your heart had been racing for more than an hour now.

“No.” You assured him. “It’s like this all the time. I just need a lot of water - and rest.”

He nodded.

“So - you’re not afraid of me?” He confirmed gently.

“No.” You nodded. “You’re really not that scary.”

You flopped back onto the bed in order to lay down, but you didn’t miss the tiny uptick at the corner of his mouth - the small flash of a smile that he gave you at these words.

#sundrop writes #derek hale #derek hale x reader #derek hale x you #derek hale fanfiction #teen wolf fanfiction #teen wolf x reader #teen wolf x y/n #teen wolf x you

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lohotine · 5 months ago

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hi, if requests are open can I please get shadow milk cookie x reader who chooses not to celebrate the 4th because they’re just Done with the usa and also dislike fireworks? like reader is in their room just silently annoyed and then shadow cookie surprises them with food and alternatives to fireworks like glowsticks or something? you can totally ignore this if you want of course, and I hope you enjoy the rest of your day/night/evening/etc.

AN: Forgot it was the 4th today, and no this post isn't late 🤣😄🤭💣💥 😮‍💨

Shadow Milk x GN! Reader

``Why are you moping so much?``

Warnings: Reader has a cat. Idk man. Guess it can be considered platonic? He calls them doll though so idk

It was just firework after firework after firework. They're so loud, and for what? The cat was running all over the house and knocking things over as well. Truly a hectic night.

Then one moment there's a knock on your bedroom door and the next Shadow Milk enters without permission, bag in hand.

"Doll, I brought snacks! Look! Look!" He shakes the packaging right in front of your face before sitting down on the bed next to you.

Half of it is already eaten.

But it's the thought that counts, right?

"Say, why are you moping so much?" He asks in his usual sing-song voice.

"Just bored. I don't really like the fourth of July."

He nods his head understandingly. "I see, I see.."

He rumages through the plastic bag once more before pulling out some glowsticks.

"Look what I got though!" He's smiling childishly as if he just found the coolest thing in the world. "Only $5 for a pack!!! Here, take one," he places the stick in your hand.

"Yay... glowsticks..." you try your best to sound enthusiastic.

"We can make our own light show! Isn't that the coolest?"

You sigh, though simply can't help the small smile that appears on your face.

He cracks his glowstick immediately before looking through the bag again.

"Oh, and I got these popping candy things as well. They're like mini fireworks, but you can eat them!"

He opens the small bag. "You mortals come up with some wild stuff."

He downs the entire thing instantly.

"Y- you're supposed to wait for them to pop before swallowing-"

"Hm?"

At this point, it's just natural selection, right?

You just sigh before deciding to let it go since you don't really want to get into the fundamentals on how there are right and wrong ways of consuming some dollar tree candy.

"Well anyway- I think my bag of goods has served its purpose. You look much less like your childhood pet just died!"

"Haha, very funny."

"Well, I do pride myself in my humor. I am quite the jester if I do say so myself."

"Oh yeah? Then tell me a joke."

"Doll, do you really need another joke? Your entire existence is a joke!"

...

"Aha, I was just kidding... I think you're brilliant! For a mortal at least."

"You're horrible."

It's safe to say you won't be very bored the rest of this night.

#crk #cookie run kingdom #crk x reader #cookie run kingdom x reader #cookie run #cookie run x reader #shadow milk cookie crk #cookie run kingdom shadow milk cookie #shadow milk crk #shadow milk #shadow milk x reader #4th of july #smc x reader #shadow milk x reader crk #shadow milk cookie x reader crk

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talaricula · 1 year ago

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I'm seeing lots of speculation in the wake of the unwanted guest about whether absorbing Loveday's soul is what made Cytherea snap and sure, I see the theory, but personally as a cancer survivor I have never ever questioned why Cytherea snapped

Cancer is an existentially terrifying, often debilitatingly painful and/or exhausting illness, that, if not cured, takes over your body bit by bit, gets into the highly essential bits which increases the suffering and/or fundamentally changes you as a person, makes you extremely vulnerable and dependent on others, and almost inevitably kills you unless you get it when you're old enough and die of old age first instead. Its treatment is often just as painful and exhausting as the illness, or even more so, and doesn't always work. When you have cancer, there are two ways out: being cured (preferable) or, when that is not an option, deciding for yourself when you have reached the point where the suffering is so bad and the outlook so non existent that you would rather die now rather than later after even more and worse suffering.

And John took both of those options away from Cytherea and from her entire line of descendants. When he had the option to cure them all all along. Idk about y'all but the revelation in Nona that John could cure cancer was the number one earth shattering realisation for me. He did this to her, and to the entire Seventh House, on purpose.

This is the first giant betrayal to me. For generation after generation, for TEN THOUSAND YEARS, this man let the heirs of the Seventh House be sick for functionally their entire lives, likely starting in childhood, go through an incalculable amount of painful and exhausting experimental treatments bc he didn't even bring modern medicine into his New Order, and die in their twenties or thirties at best, when he could have STOPPED THIS ALL ALONG with little more effort than snapping his fingers.

Second big betrayal is towards Cytherea herself, but basically the same point : he could have cured her at any time. Before she became Lyctor, possibly, since we're not sure how static Lyctor bodies are, but Mercy's powers, Harrow's lobotomy and Ianthe's arm suggest that it would have been an option afterwards too. And he didn't. He let her have cancer for TEN THOUSAND years without curing her. And he calls himself her friend. Absolutely fuck that bastard.

Third big betrayal is the same betrayal that he inflicts on all the other Lyctors, but imo worse bc of Cytherea's illness. It seems from the books that Lyctors are, if obv not functionally immortal, at least Very Difficult to kill. Consequently, John demands Cytherea's loyalty not only in the form of killing the person she loves the most in the world, but in the very same act, in the form of cutting off the One escape route she has left out of the suffering he's purposefully keeping her in. In short, he takes the one person away from her who she perhaps doesn't resent depending on and, in the same act, makes it A Lot more difficult for her to choose euthanasia. (There's meta in this about the deeply realistic and also Terrifying ableism of John "admits openly that he'll pay any price so the people he loves can't leave him" making his sick friend dependent on him by keeping her sick, taking away her (arguable) main caretaker and cutting her off from the option of leaving him by dying.)

And at the same time that the other Lyctors realise John's betrayal re: their cavaliers, Cytherea potentially realises ALL OF THIS. TEN THOUSAND years of suffering, of seeing her House suffer, on top of losing the person she cares about the most, and ALL OF IT was avoidable, and not just avoidable but EASY TO AVOID? Is it any wonder she went on a rampage to bring down John and everything he cared about and had worked towards, and that she didn't care about dying at the end (or, perhaps, was even counting on that outcome)? I had cancer (as an aware adult) for a year in the best imaginable circumstances and am still fucked up about almost a decade later. After TEN THOUSAND YEARS and learning there had been another option all along, I'd have done WAY WORSE than Cytherea. I really don't think she needed to absorb anyone's soul to get there. It is, in my opinion, a deeply understandable and realistic reaction.

#Like yeah I don't think she should have killed innocents but TEN THOUSAND YEARS #No wonder the end is worth the means to her #the locked tomb #cytherea loveday #cytherea the first #TLT spoilers #Apparently I'm making a habit of writing entire essays about OG Lyctors I relate to on some form #Don't come at me about Magical Cures. It's cancer. Cancer needs a magical cure. I've had it I would know.#Long post #Cancer cw

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saintobio · 5 months ago

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OK OK OK OMG I FINALLY CAUGHT YOUR ASKBOX OPEN YAYYYY!! But also...

Ummm.... Yeah no maybe it's my fault for opening my mouth xdxdsdgadvd (also for some reason it wouldn't let me take a screenshot so enjoy these shitty pics I had to take from my phone 🤡)

It's a side tangent but since you came back with sn, one of the most fun things have been to theorize and see other people's theories hehe. I honestly read sy so long ago and it had such an impact on me, so seeing you and honestly everyone back here; talking about series and excited about updates makes me feel so giddy and at home. It's been a while since I've had so much fun in a fandom XD

Ok now back to the ANGST, I want you to know this was my reaction the whole time,

I was honestly scared of even reading the chapter but my GOSHHHH.

It was honestly so refreshing to see Satoru finally acknowledge what y/n means to him and no matter how much he tries she might still be the most important thing to him in the end. Honestly it was a cathartic moment they both needed at the lake but still 😭 my heart is hurting so much for them. To finally stand face to face and acknowledge the hurt, to hold each other 😭😭 They both really needed that. I might just be looking too much into it, but when Gojo threw his ring in the ocean y/n was able to get it back (even if geto was the one who found it) but when y/n threw the last part of Gojo; the necklace into the lake, he went after it but didn't get it back... it sounds like symbolism for something that I am not ready for

They are both hurt, they are both suffering without each other; but they also suffer when they are with each other. TvT

Also, I understand Akemi's reaction but bitch 😭😭 Don't you realise this is exactly what y/n felt when you slept with Satoru. Her avoiding y/n to not make her angry or trouble her, I understand; but it just seems to me that she's making excuses to lessen her guilt and run away so she doesn't have to see what she did to her best friend. LIKE SHE'S SO FRICKING EAGER to play house with Satoru and when Sachi called her mama she was overjoyed. It's just so... sus. I might understand her but I lost all respect for her when she decided to betray her bff. I would never understand women who choose a man over someone who's been there for them through everything. I just think she's taking the whole "I can fix him" 🤡 thing too seriously but idk at this point.

And Satoru how THE FUCK DO YOU KEEP FUMBLING THE WOMEN YOU LOVE SO BAD. If you are gonna be an asshole atleast do it right!? I so badly wanna believe he only ran after Akemi to check on her and explain everything but... I just don't have enough faith in him now :<

I feel SO BAD for y/n. Girlll 😭, I don't even know what to say but I can only give her this message-

(My asks always get so long so quick, sorry oof. But SIDE SIDE TANGET- I ABSOLUTELY LOVED RIDE OR DIE. I ATE IT UP FOR BREAKFAST, LUNCH AND DINNER OH GODDDD. I was a certified Sukuna!hater but you have changed my ways... you have brainwashed me into falling head over heels for that gremlin xd the brainrot rn is so bad- like MOVE ASIDE GOJO)

thanks so much for sending this ask. yayy you finally made it to the askbox on time !! :’D and this was such a fun read for me. ty for sharing <3 it’s always nice to see such long asks abt sn/sy bc the theories and analyses are all so great, like how do u guys come up with those? they’re so detailed too!! 🥹

i agree i think what makes sy11 impactful is bcos it took so long for gojoyn to be honest with each other, only for it to crumble down the next day bcos of their trauma, external relationships, and distrust with each other 💔 like so close yet so far

and ooh interesting analysis on akemi! i like how you juxtaposed her reaction to gojoyn versus yn’s reaction to catching gojokemi. there’s definitely a big difference there :> but i won’t say anything more to avoid spoilers hehe

lastly, rod! omg thanks for reading, i thoroughly enjoyed writing it i was giddy the whole time !!! but same bb same that gremlin has me on a chokehold too 😆

#🖤: letters to saint #series: sincerely yours #oneshot: ride or die #funny thing is one of my fav biker boys keep reposting sukuna edits on tiktok and oh myy #my reaction when i saw that was 🤯🤯

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imminent-danger-came · 2 months ago

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Very very sorry for the spam but you are the only person outside of my immediate friend group who enjoys both shadowpeach AND dragonfruit in the very specific way that I do 🛐🛐🛐

Like I am the BIGGESTTTTT believer in aroace swk who has only ever really loved mcq in That Specific Way. Like not romantic but also not completely platonic— he loved him and he loved him in a way he never loved anyone else which is what mattered most. And mcq I see as...idk! Maybe he's aroace too, regardless I think he also loved and only loved swk BECAUSE he was swk. That is all that ever mattered to him. That it was swk. Loyal to a fault; even after swk hurt him so much, even after he hurt swk just as much. (Haha this is just like I'm Your Man by Mitski—)

And I do NOT see them as cutesy or as like a sweet and domestic couple. They are FAR from over their many, many issues and they will always have that bit of toxicity and hurt no matter how much they may hypothetically mellow out bc the ways in which they hurt each other WAS unforgivable. But the thing is, does that even matter? Does it matter if they'll still love each other anyways? If, in the end, all they ever wanted was to be by each others side even as they were covered in each others blood and blinded by their own heartbreak, anger, and hatred. Love. Obsession. Whatever it was that they felt for each other.

I also like,,, even if they somehow hypothetically hot their shit together enough to be a "functioning couple", I do not see them w any of the typical relationship labels like I think mcq would hurl if u called swk his boyfriend, husband, lover, etc like PLEASE I understand not everyone will have the same opinions and ship dynamics and I respect it, but I have a very specific view on their relationship and they are neither romantic or platonic, but a secret third thing. But they are also actually both. Whatever it is, it's love. A love that grew sharp and bent in its intensity when that love festered into a hatred that edged the line of obsession far too many times to ever be "normal" hatred.

Okay I think I've ranted enough. For now. Thankyou very much if u read all of this I have so very many shadowpeach thoughts 🛐

OMG HELLO

You are the only person outside of my immediate friend group who understands shadowpeach the way I do

I could honestly also read Macaque as allo, but no matter what their relationship is so aspec/arospec to me. Like whatever their bond was, it didn't matter because they had each other. Until they didn't. Until they knew their relationship was one of hatred. Until it was somehow even more complicated.

What drives me crazier is at this point, they would both choose MK over each other. It's pretty clear that Macaque expected Wukong to sacrifice himself in MK's place v ("He needs to know it's not all on him" "It doesn't always have to be you!" "Get the kid you idiot" "Wukong..."), because that was what he was willing to loose. He had already lost Wukong before, but MK? He's someone neither Macaque or Wukong could bear leaving them (the way they left each other). Like s5 committed so hard in the run motif ("You're the one always running off!"), and MK has been set up to be the one to leave Wukong since like s2.

It's also rare for me to run into another dragonfruit fan!! Tbh it is kinda just the text, but I find them so interesting. Like what if Mei handled the worst parts of Red Son better than he ever did. What if their mentor/mentee dynamic parallels MK and Macaque ("You don't use a weapon, you ARE a weapon! - "Don't use the flame Mei..." "Be the flame!"). What if Red Son knew Mei would stop at nothing to free his parents, the way he stopped at nothing to free her.

But also, what if Red Son was Mei's silly rabbit.

I know some people despise 5x05, but the truth is that Red Son has always been a support character to Mei. Even in AHiB, Mei and Red Son are often singled out together (ilu Mei saving MK and "I'll handle this" scenes). It's more obvious in 1x06 or 1x08, where Mei and Red are both racers and, of course, "Red flames are cool! Want to see some green ones?". RoTSQ focuses entirely on Mei and Red Son's relationship, which is continued into 3x06 and beyond.

Thank you for the rant it was a good read!

#like hi #hello #if you are a fellow sp*cynoodles hater. immediate besties #To me it's like. what if we gave Mei's one unique relationship to MK!!! Wouldn't we all like that!!!#And I'm like no. MK is aro ace he is dragonfruit's paltonic third their bestie leave him be #lmk #lego monkie kid #asks #venihime #lmk analysis #dragonfruit #shadowpeach

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matan4il · 8 months ago

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911 ep 705 first watch reactions

Of course 911 would "punish" the "You are the boss of you!" guy with an alien hand that attacks him, and does what it wants. Pooor Buck and Eddie paying the price for that...

Okay, love the storyline with Hen and Karen possibly eventually adopting an older girl. Too many shows just find easy, unrealistic ways to give their same sex couples kids, and I am really glad that 911 shows the reality of it, and that it is a more complex struggle for many, that it's an act of continuously choosing to be parents. That's actually an amazing, difficult thing, and it should be faithfully depicted and respected, for all of its heartache, and the little moments of triumph.

Buck and Tommy on a date, and Eddie comes along with Marisol? Love how Buck's bisexual awakening and coming out continues to involve Eddie so much. Tell me they're end game, even if they're not gonna get together right now, without telling me they're...

I did not need to learn Marisol is moving in with Eddie like this, with any build up, or even any sort of insight into the relationship, and nope, that does not bode well for them. IDK how 911 managed to do it, but they have somehow managed to give Eddie a love interest the show is even less invested in than Ana.

And the funniest bit, is that Marisol and Eddie's big development is only there to further Buck's journey anyway.

"You can never have too much closet space" LMAO the way 911 both made me laugh, and feel sorry for poor, baby bi Buck. XD

Hmmm. Were parts of this scene cut out? We don't get to see Eddie on his own date with Marisol, but constantly looking over at Tommy and Buck? Boo. I'm glad we at least got the BTS photos, then. But seriously, why!? That was gonna be so delicious.

Oh, Tommy's breaking up with Buck. I mean, good for him, and he ain't wrong after Buck's "after this, we're gonna go out looking for chicks" reaction, but man do I feel sorry for Buck. Him and Tommy might not be my end game (Buddie forever will be), but I do think this relationship could be good for our baby bi. Tommy being in the same profession, knowing what it's like to have this gap between who you are and the image of guys in your line of work, plus he's got more experience than Buck, is sure of himself, can help our boy figure himself out, and also Buck obviously does like his vibe. He deserves to be with someone he actually likes, not just the first woman willing to be with him that the plot pushed in his way.

Oh, baby Buck. :( You didn't even tell Maddie about Tommy. You really aren't ready it. But also (and as a Buddie shipper, more importantly), Tommy broke things off with Buck, but what is eating him up, is that he lied to Eddie. XD Yeah, this gonna end with wedding bells, sooner or later. On screen, off screen after the show ends with canon Buddie, or only in my head if 911 never dares make Buddie canon, I don't care. That kind of emotional devotion is not something that my hopelessly romantic heart can ignore.

OMG, this is how Buck comes out to Maddie? XD Via random pronoun mention, and as a by product of trying to figure out how to tell Eddie the truth? This is hilarious. lol It really makes it clear that, after all, the issue for Buck really isn't people knowing he is also dating guys (or checking their asses), even when it's the other closest person in the world for him, it's Eddie. Specifically. Buck's ready, even if he doesn't have the exact clear words yet, he's just not ready to tell Eddie. Can't imagine why. XDDD

What was that awkward post-sex scene with Eddie and Marisol? And the issues with her moving in are popping up a second after she has. But yeah, we have no idea who this woman is as a person, she's been a cardboard cut out so far, and then one of the first things we do learn about her, is that she would call her stuff better than Eddie's? Once again, this is not the stuff great romance is made of. Or... even just the stuff any kind of romance is made of.

Wait, Marisol was a nun, and Eddie didn't even know!? This whole ep is telegraphing in the news of how weird and awkward and underdeveloped this r/s is, not just for us as viewers who know nothing about Marisol, but apparently for Eddie as well.

And of course his Catholic guilt is gonna kick in now. I'd care, except 911 has given me absolutely no reason to. Seriously, I care more about Buck and Tommy after just 2 eps, than Eddie and Marisol, even though this is technically her 2nd season on the show.

Of course Buck went to find Eddie, and spotted him at the gym. Forever 201 vibes, with Eddie being the focus of Buck's attention. ^u^

I couldn't care less about Eddie's Catholic guilt crisis, and how it's actually a projection of what his real issues are with Marisol, but it's nice to see that as always, Buck's the one who can tell when something's off, and offer Eddie exactly what he needs (even when that's to talk to someone else, but Buck figures out immediately who the right person to address is), and then they just very naturally switch, because Eddie can also tell when something's off with Buck, and he wants to tell him something. Soulmates. THAT is the stuff that great romance IS made of.

:/ The imagery of Catholic nuns has not been around for over 2,000 years, please stop being ignorant about your own religion, and the very different way it looked in its early days.

Bobby is forgiven, he does give good advice, and his "her ex, the Lord" bit, which prompted that reaction from Eddie, is hilarious. XD

So... when Eddie is having issues with Marisol, he already knows he has to figure out how he feels about her, but instead of doing so, he goes to his safe place... Buck's loft.

Man, Eddie being into Tommy's choice of avoidning relationships with women, and hanging out with boys, after in the past, Eddie had dealt with his Shannon issues by running away from her, and re-enlisting in the army, where he gets to hang out with boys, when we all (Buck included) know why Tommy's "hanging out with boys"... I do like that if they want to (and hopefully they do), this further lays the groundwork for Eddie's own queer realization.

Buck and Eddie helping each other with their respective romantic problems, without realizing they are each other's respective romantic solution is gonna make me chew on my own fists. Again. But I'm not even a little bit surprised that Eddie was totally fine and accepting of Buck being bi, or that the first thing he thought of is how this reflects on them. Because their friendship IS way deeper and closer than normal for platonic friends, and Eddie's little reassurance is also an admission of that.

Man, for a second I was worried they also cut out Eddie in the loft, once more putting his thumb on Buck's pulse point possessively, in a perfect parallel to 303. I would have sued for emotional damages. But yeah, it says so much that the peak of emotional meaningfulness for Buck when coming out is in relation to Eddie, and that the scene itself peaks with Eddie, instead of finishing rushing out to take care of his own romantic business, hurries back to Buck first, to hug him, place his hand on Buck and give him orders. "Sure, you're gonna be dating this guy, but I'm still your real husband."

Well, at least Eddie amitted to himself and Marisol that he doesn't actually know her. But... I have never seen two people being both being so happy about not moving in together, and I'm supposed to think this r/s has a chance? Okay. Suuuure.

The scene with Buck going to Tommy to set things straight ready for something was lovely, it was nice seeing him excited, and get to choose, and hear he's wanted. But since the note Tommy and Buck's storyline in this ep should have ended on, is Buck showing Tommy he's ready enough to let others know he's dating a guy by inviting Tommy to come with Buck to Madney's wedding, then why is the very next scene playing the romantic switch again, making us think Buck's car just arrived at the wedding with him and Tommy, only for Buck and Eddie to walk in together? I see what you did there, 911.

Thank you for reading! If you're looking for more, you can find my s7 reactions tag here, and more of my Buddie meta and content in my pinned post. xoxox

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miss-oranje-disco-dancer · 9 months ago

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vacancy (between your legs)

pairing: chris x reader (imagining this with re6 or re8 chris)

cw: hate sex (they actually don't hate each other tho), oral, p in v, some degradation, incredible confidence in the pull-out method lmao

summary: you are on chris' squad and he's the captain, but you have the hots for him, so you push his buttons on purpose. when you bicker in your motel room, one thing leads to another and...

a/n: idk? i wasn't gonna post this bc i posted hate sex w/ leon, but what am i gonna do? leave it in the drafts? no

wc: 1.8k

It’s a dingy motel, but it looks like paradise when you’ve spent the last two weeks in a tent. At least they have running water. You get your own room because you’re the girl in the group, which everyone bemoans. You’re just one of the guys to them, at least, when it comes down to choosing how to delegate the beds. Chris lets you have your own room. He’s still the Captain, though, so when he asks if he can use your shower, you agree, avoiding the argument. When he exits the shower - just a towel wrapped around his waist, something you’re trying hard to ignore - he’s grumbling about how you used up all the hot water, and it doesn't really matter if that’s true or not because you’re both on edge and likely to explode at each other at any opportunity.

“Wow, can’t believe you have the audacity to ask me to use my shower in my room and then complain that I used the hot water?” You’re only somewhat irritated with him, but your words are laced with bitterness.

“Are you serious right now? I’m the boss here, and I could just as well kick you out of this room and have it to myself.”

He’s right, but it’s not fair. More importantly, you’re agitated. Exhaustion? Hunger? Pent-up sexual frustration that threatens to break now that the man you’ve been drooling over for years is almost naked in front of you?

“So what? You want me to say thank you, Chris, sorry, I mean, Captain, for being so, so nice to me.”

You know how much he hates being called by his first name out in the field, so you taunt him with it on purpose.

“Why do you insist on pushing my buttons?”

“You started it!”

“Are you a fucking child? Because you’re acting like one.”

Chris would rarely fight a woman, but you’re not any woman. You’re constantly bitching at him, going against his orders, and you’re sexy as hell when you’re mad. Plus, he’s seen you fight - verbally and physically - and metaphorically, you’re entirely within his weight class.

“You’re the one who started complaining, that’s all I’m saying. Can you just leave me alone? I’m stressed enough as it is.” “You think you’re the only one? I’m trying to keep my cool because one of us has to, and you don’t know how to hold your tongue.”

“Don’t keep your cool, then. Hit me with it.”

You’re not even into degradation. You just like the way his voice gets deeper, more gravely when he’s pissed off.

“You’re a bitch, you’re a brat, you’re self-entitled, too stubborn to admit when you’re wrong, and you’re a goddamn pain in my ass.”

“Is that all? I thought you could be nastier than that.”

“Nasty? You want me to play nasty, huh? I would say that since you can’t do field work and you can’t do desk work, then maybe you’d be more useful on your knees under the desk, but you know what? More than anything, you’re disobedient, so I doubt you’d even be able to take cock like a good girl.”

“Sorry that I don’t fulfill your perfect submissive fantasies. Doesn’t mean I’m not any good on my knees.”

“Really? Then prove it.”

“That’s what you want?”

Both of you are running on auto-pilot, completely enraptured by the thrill of anger and arousal. He wants to sink his teeth into your skin and you want to drag your nails down his. Flesh on flesh, hot and sweaty. The closest you’d ever been to sex was sparring. He had you pinned to the mat. You needed to pick a different partner because you couldn’t learn when you got dizzy every time you tried to train with Chris.

“Yeah, I’ll give it a trial run, see if it’s worth it, and maybe if you can satisfy me, you can still have a job working for me.”

You stand there for a moment, stunned into silence, working on forming a sentence, but no words come out. Chris raises an eyebrow, looking you up and down. He isn’t backing down from your proposition. If it were any other man, you would walk out the door - not before spitting in his face or kneeing him in the balls, but this is Chris, this is different.

You’ve wanted to sleep with him since the day you met him. You butted heads constantly because you were both stubborn and happened to be on different sides of every issue. Also, you learned early on that you got more attention for being obnoxious, so as long as you weren’t out in the field, in a life-threatening scenario, you intentionally pushed his buttons. He almost caught onto your little charade once.

“How are you able to cooperate out in the field, but in the office, you have to argue with every word that comes out of my mouth?”

He’d gotten real in your face with that one. Hand on the desk next to him, cornering you so you couldn’t scurry away (not like you ever would). Most girls would’ve apologized to scary Captain Redfield, but not you. You went home and immediately grabbed your vibrator from your bedside table and replayed the conversation.

He’s winning, but he was always going to win. You’re playing a long game that he isn’t privy to, one that you’d always lose.

You sink to your knees. You’re a little sad that he doesn’t make you beg for it, but you go ahead with undoing his belt and getting his pants down his thighs. You presumed that he would be big - you thought you’d caught a glimpse of the bulge in his pants once, but you couldn’t be sure, and what were you gonna do? Ask him?

Once he’s down to only his underwear, your suspicions are confirmed. It’s a little intimidating, actually. Do or die. You take his dick out, only to find out that it barely fits in your hand. Sure, your hands are small, but you can hold a handgun. You struggle with bigger guns (and bigger dicks as it turns out). You lazily stroke him, looking up into his eyes, and he looks pleased - smug, really. For once, it feels like you’re on the same team. You’re both winning when his cock is down your throat. The only courtesy he gives you is a makeshift ponytail so you don’t get hair in your mouth. He doesn’t give you an ounce of sympathy when you choke. You look prettiest with tears in your eyes. He knows you’ll smack him on the thigh if you want him to stop - and you hit hard.

Not today. You suppress your gag reflex and breathe through your nose. It isn’t the hardest thing you’ve done today. You fought off a horde of zombies that morning - sucking dick is nothing. You’re not new to either.

You’re about to break Chris’ composure. You feel him throb in your mouth. But he pulls away in time. You won’t win that easily. Maybe you are still fighting.

You stand up, still in a haze.

“Are you just gonna stand there or are gonna strip?”

You walk backwards to the bed and let him follow you. You rid yourself of your shirt and pants on the way there. You sit down and take off your bra without breaking eye contact. You spread your legs before taking off your panties and start to touch yourself while he watches. He tries to hide how much the show you’re giving him affects him.

You can tell he’s flustered when he pushes you onto the bed and says “Save the theatrics.” You think he’s going to kiss you, but instead he bites your bottom lip. Two can play the teasing game. You grab his face and pull him into a kiss and he lets you.

He rubs his cock along your folds and says, “Are you always this wet?”

Around him? Yes, actually. You’re too wet for words now, so you’re lucky it’s rhetorical.

He hesitates. Neither of you thought to bring condoms on a mission.

��Just pull out,” you say, “if you can.”

“Trust me, I’ve been in this game longer than you’ve been alive-”

“Slut,” you say under your breath.

“Me? You’re the one who’s spent the past year trying to get me to fuck you.”

You go slack-jawed. One, because the cocktail of pleasure and pain you feel when he slips inside you is heavenly and two because you realize he’s known you wanted this the whole time.

“How’d you know?” you try to ask, but it comes out less than inteligible, covered by a strangled moan.

“Like I said, I’ve been doing this a long time. Your little act was obvious.”

Seems like it worked out in your favor. Too bad you’re getting pounded into the mattress and can’t get out a clever retort. Your brain is useless, you’ve lost all words besides his name.

“I would’ve fucked you a long time ago if I’d known you feel this fucking good.”

He lifts your legs up, and puts them over his shoulders. Your moans are almost screams. The pleasure is overwhelming.

“Do you ever shut up? What’s everyone else gonna think when they hear you?”

They’re definitely going to hear you. It’s a good thing you don’t care.

Chris’ hand wraps around your throat, but he waits until you nod - immediately, enthusiastically - to press his fingers down. You feel oddly safe knowing that he knows how to choke you out - you assume it means he also knows how to avoid choking you out. The pressure restricts your airways just enough to make you feel lightheaded.

You’re finally a little quieter. For once, he liked you loud. Your constant complaints are a nuisance to his eardrums, but your moans are gorgeous. Chris’ other hand plays with your clit, bringing you closer to your peak.

You have to cum first. There’s a split second where he worries you won’t and you’ll drag him over the edge first, forcing him to cum inside you. The disobedient bratty side of you takes over and you do try to hold out, you clench your inner walls just to watch his self-restraint falter. But the sight of him above you, his heavy breathing, swears muttered through gritted teeth, the feeling of him buried to the hilt inside you - it’s too much.

Your back arches off the bed, your legs tremble and you soak the sheets as your orgasm takes you by surprise. Chris barely pulls out in time, cumming on your stomach as you try to catch your breath. You’re still shaking when he falls on the bed next to you.

“Goddammit,” he sighs, “you’re great in the field and in the bedroom.”

“Roger that, Captain.”

He laughs. “I never thought I’d say this, but please, just call me ‘Chris’.”

“I’ll remember that for round two.”

#chris redfield #chris redfield smut #chris redfield x reader

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