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[lunasfics]

Found Family Masterlist

You're a clone created from the DNA of Bruce Wayne and Clark Kent. Being created with intent to be used as a weapon of mass destruction was not something you asked for, neither was getting taken in by both the Waynes and the Kents. You suppose since this is your life now you have no choice but to live with it.

1- Found Family - In which Bruce Wayne and Clark Kent engage in a custody battle over a clone created from both their DNA, or, in which you get saved from a lab and gain two new families who would move mountains for you.

a/n: so the parts of this universe wont necessarily be connected unless stated other wise, the works below can be read in any order, the only thing that needs to be read first is this first chapter above, as you need to have read it in order to fully understand the sin off chapters. hope you enjoy this universe as much as i do!

Under the Blossoms - You’re new to that concept, it’s one thing you have yet to fully adjust to. The concept of people actively choosing to love you as you are, people who care if you disappear without a trace, people who see your flaws and shortcomings and still choose to see the good in you. 

[ozzgin]

You assumed that cloning your boyfriend would be a fun, quirky idea. It was a chance to test your latest invention, and you couldn't say no to a double dose of your sweet, shy, and kind partner.

Except this one was different. He didn't have the usual smile, or the soft, round eyes in which you often found peace. His features were creased in a monotonous frown, save for the scowl he threw your boyfriend whenever he stood next to you.

Was there an error in your calculations? You scanned over the data with mild unease. No, all the parameters were identical to those of your beloved partner. Same memories, same thoughts, same experiences. Something, however, must've tweaked within its artificially birthed mind.

He treats you with the same unwavering affection as the original man, yet there's a tinge of violence that you can't quite explain or pinpoint; The way his grip on you tightens whenever the other one shows up, the way his voice hardens when responding to his counterpart.

Your freeze when you notice the blade in his pocket. What's he carrying that around for?

"You know," he says, noticing your terrified stare. "I've just realized something about myself.

I fucking hate sharing."

[meshla-cyarika]

[momo-yandere-writings]

Cleaning out my drafts and stumbled across this horror piece. Minors DNI please.

Yandere Head Canons: The Dollhouse Husband

Yandere Living Doll x GN Reader x One Sided Neglectful Toymaker Husband

TW: yandere themes, unhealthy relationship dynamics, obsession, neglectful husband, unhappy arranged marriage, murder, horror, and gore (mentioned)

His face was beautiful, just like your husband’s, yet he wasn’t your husband. No, this adonic doll was an imposter. A crude imitation of your distant beau. A creation your husband, Jonathan, made out of cruelty so you’d stop clinging to him and your desire for him to love you. A doll he crudely named Johnny. The nickname you affectionately called your emotionally constipated husband.

A marriage that was arranged since the two of you were young and yet your husband would not lie with you. No… he’d rather play with his toys. Jonathan told you he had made you this doll to play with so you’d leave him alone…

“What’s wrong dear?” A smooth voice whispered in your ear as lanky arms wrapped around your body to pull you closer to his. His skin felt like ice and you didn’t even feel a heartbeat… was this man undead? He wasn’t human, but you weren’t even sure if he was even living. “Is my appearance not to your liking? Your husband did his best to make me exactly in his image.”

“…” you frowned at his words, your words died off in your throat before they could even be uttered. How could you forget that your toy maker husband built you a living doll to be a crude imitation of him all because you expressed a desire for more attention. Yet it felt as if you were not worthy of having the real husband. Only this doll. A doll that would do anything you asked of it to an almost unhealthy degree.

Everywhere you want, Johnny followed. If you were in the garden, so was Johnny. If you were in the tub, Johnny would wash your hair and back for you. It didn’t matter that you were disinterested in this lifeless mockery of your husband, the doll would follow you.

“Dear? Do you not like me?” The doll asked once more as his porcelain arms wrapped around you tighter. His perfect face remained unmoved, but you swore his tenor voice sounded anxious. “I’m just as good as he is! I dote on you! I take care of you and your needs! I’m made as a perfect replica-“

“But you’re not my husband.” Your voice was barely above a whisper, your eyes filled with sadness. “Your body is as cold as ice and you have no heartbeat… your presence does nothing but make me sink into a larger pit of loneliness.”

“So you desire warm skin and a heart?” The doll asked in a hushed tone. His glassy green eyes admired your form. “If I were to be more human… would you like me more?”

“…yes.” You just wanted the conversation to be over. To bury your head on your pillow and sob until you passed out from the loneliness and pity that consumed you. Were you that unloveable that your own husband gifted you a living doll?

If only you noticed the way Johnny rested his head on your shoulder as the cogs in his mind turned. You’d love him if he had skin and a heart? He’d do just that…

How were you to know that this doll would present you Jonathan’s heart the next day in a heart shaped box with a smile that could only be described as uncanny? Not to mention the porcelain white skin that was no doubt from your husband’s own face that rested on Johnny’s like a mask.

“I have the traits you desire… so won’t you like me now? I’m better than him in every way!” He shouted as he set the box down on the dining room table in front of you. He took his pointer fingers and curved the loose skin around his lips into a smile. “We can be happy here in our dollhouse! Please! Please say you like me now!”

You felt numb as the heart in front you leaked crimson all over the box. Perhaps… this was all your own doing due to your selfishness? Of begging to be loved all your life that only a living doll would pay you any mind?

You let out a shaky sigh before you gulped. The alive burned your throat like it was acid. Your gave a fake smile to Johnny who eagerly awaited the four words he longed to hear for his entire existence.

“I like you, Johnny.”

[softlymellow]

The Order Forgot Me First - Chapter 1

pairing: Anakin Skywalker x Reader (Star Wars set in clone wars before rots)

word count: 1077

story themes: Lovers to enemies to eventually lovers (slowburn)

warnings: angst, spoilers to the clone wars series

chapter summary: Y/n is framed for a crime she didn't do, not even her lover Anakin believes her - not fully. She runs through Coruscant with heartbreak in her chest and Anakin pleading with her.

Part 1 Part 2 Part 3 Part 4 Part 5 Part 6

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“Y/n! Y/n! Wait!” Anakin huffed as he ran through the streets of the lower levels of Coruscant. Blinking the tears away that mixed with droplets of water, you pushed past the wet bodies that stopped to watch your every move. 

Tasting blood in your mouth from biting your lips so hard, you licked it away while your eyes darted to every possible escape and secluded area. Sirens rang in your ear and bright beams of white flashed on your body, alerting every possible individual that you were in trouble. You were done. 

You couldn’t even breathe. It was like someone had strangled your throat and all your insides were closing in. It made it even harder to run away. But you were there, you could do it. 

Shoving past a green Rodian, you ran into an alleyway that secluded you from the crowd and noises. All you needed now was an exit considering this was a dead end. You whipped your head up, beams of light radiated through the sky by ships that were looking for you. 

“Shit…Shit…Shit.” You cursed, your hair flying everywhere as you tried to look for an exit. 

You couldn’t go above but you could go below.

Removing the cover plate from the floor, you peered down below to the sewage water that illustrated the floors. It was big enough for you to fall through but it was just so damn deep. 

“Stop running, Y/n!” You whipped your head around to see Anakin at the entry of the alleyway. His hands were held high defenceless and his eyes doleful, afflicted with the current dilemma. 

 “I won’t hurt you. We can talk this out…” He said, taking small and slow steps towards you, afraid you might dart off again.Your expression softened, wanting nothing more than to fall into his arms and forget what’s happening. He wanted you to trust him. He needed you to trust him. And you almost did. That was until masses of clone troopers fell behind him, their weapons aimed directly towards you. 

Your face fell for a brief second before you hardened it, your eyebrows furrowed and your lips pressed together. Without a second thought, you jumped through the man made hole, the water splashing underneath you. 

You inhaled deeply as you tried to regain your balance, the sewage liquid reaching just underneath your ankles. Taking advantage of the few seconds you had against them, you sprinted ahead already hearing Anakin and the rest of the soldiers make their way down. 

Making your way through the tunnel with the soldiers right on your tail, you felt yourself feeling dizzy with the constant twists and turns you made. Their flashlights hitting your back only aided them but it helped you too. You reached an intersection which made it easy for you to lose the troopers. Turning your body around, you pushed both your palms you, the force causing the bodies to fall to the ground. Using the split second you had, you ran to the right. Your body moving faster than your feet, after a couple more turns and silence, you found  yourself an exit. The tunnel abruptly stopping to Coruscant’s Hole where you could see the multiple levels in all it’s depth. You ran near the edge, your hands on your knees as you tried to regain your breath, your heart practically pounding against your chest. 

“Y/n?” Anakin called out, his feet sliding on the water as he tried to slow down. Whipping your head back, you watched his figure cautiously making its way towards you. 

“We can talk this out. Just me and you.” He held his hands up just like he did not long ago. 

“So you brought the whole battalion to track me down, huh?” You yelled, pointing to your chest as you felt aggressive tears run down your cheeks. 

Anakin gritted his teeth as he whole body tensed, “Listen, you’re not exactly making it look good for yourself by running away. The whole of Coruscant is trying to track you down!” He snarled. 

“They’re calling me a traitor! But I guess you wouldn’t understand what it feels like would you?” Your voice cracked, making you sound weaker than you’d like to be perceived as. 

Anakin’s heart sank hearing your vulnerable voice, “I would NEVER let anyone hurt you, Y/n. Never. You need to trust me.” He said as he slowly made his way towards you. 

“I-I” You stammered, your eyes darting everywhere, “I don’t even know who to trust!” You locked gazes with Anakin and you definitely didn’t miss the flash of hurt that caressed his face. 

“Me, Y/n. Me.” He whispered, his body now mere inches away from yours. He cautiously slid his right hand into your shaking one, his thumb rubbing your knuckles. You didn’t want this. This close intimacy. It would only make things harder for you. Closing your eyes, you tried to recenter yourself. 

“We’ll go back to the council together and you can make your case.” 

You abruptly pushed him away from you, shaking your head as your eyes pierced his, “No. No!” You waved your hands around, “I’m not taking the fall for something I didn’t do!” 

“I’m ordering you to stop running and come with me.” He firmly stated, everything inside of him aching as he watched you conflicted with your emotions and desires. 

“Ordering me?” You scoffed, taking a few steps back away from him. “Now you’re ordering me? I am not your padawan, Anakin!”

A silence fell among you both as you heard the nearby soldiers making their way towards you. Anakin didn’t look away from your gaze and neither did you, it was almost as if there was a conversation between your eyes and his but nothing being said. 

“If you trusted that I was innocent, Anakin, you’d be here on your own account. Not by the councils.” You whispered, turning your back against him as you peered at the multiple ships flying in the hole. 

“Y/n…”

You inhaled before leaping out of the tunnel, the wind hitting against you as fell multiple levels below, the force cushioning your landing onto the ship. 

Anakin watched as his lover left him. He wasn’t sure if he could even consider calling you that. But waves of emotions hit him second by second. He was hurt mostly. Hurt that someone would dare accuse his lover of treachery. Hurt that you couldn’t trust him enough. Hurt that you left him.

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A/N: hey guys! posting a 20k fic from my drafts that I've had for yearssss, i fear its finally time it meets the daylight. I will be posting them all out slowly so I can still complete the fic and write new chapters but I do have uni now so. also yess this chp is basically like her replacing ahsoka but ahsoka is still in this story but under slight different circumstances but still essential. it does deviate a little ofc since its a fanfic but main star wars plot remains. hope yall enjoy lmk if u guys have any future chp suggestions or anything else !!!

If anybody wants to be tagged in a future taglist lmk and im open to it :)

[subbmissivesuccubus]

I will get on all fours and bark for you to make the “oh my god you were going to die” thing but with the upper moons and muzan 😭🙏(IT SUCKS THAT WE CANT ADD LINKS)

Thank you guys for 3K followers! I'm glad so many of you enjoy my stuff and I can't wait to keep providing more smut to feed <3

By popular demand, here's part 2 of this! Enjoy~

Disclaimer : Fem Reader X Muzan | Kokushibo | Akaza | Douma | Hantengu clones

As a demon living an immortal life, you knew that death and hell wasn't something you were going to experience anytime soon.

But unfortunately for you, your husband seems insistent on giving you a preview.

You tried to take in deep breaths, having never felt this exhausted even when fighting against demon slayers who were actively trying to kill you. You don't even remember why your partner was mad at you! Sure, you didn't manage to kill the Hashira you recently fought but you came back alive! Isn't that a thing worthy of celebration?

Instead, he took you to the bedroom to really teach your the consequences of failure.

Which is how you found yourself naked, sweaty and exhausted, lying flat on your back as your brain started to work again- just to realize your husband was sliding between your legs to start another round, jerking his cock as he got ready to slip inside you once more.

You gasped and on instinct started to move away, your elbows digging into the mattress as you pathetically dragged yourself towards the headboard to try and get some distance but-

Muzan suddenly shifted positions, your brain so muddled by the pleasure and over stimulation that you didn't realize you were now straddling him until he slapped your tits harshly. He was angry- his eyes glowing that dangerous red that usually got you hot and bothered but now- sent a shiver of fear down your spine. Not only did you let a Hashira escape- but now you're trying to run from him?

He won't have it.

"Ride me. Now." he said, hands on your hips as his cock stood erect underneath you, throbbing in anticipation, covered in your sticky juices.

"M-My Lord-" you babbled, tears filling your eyes and you didn't dare to try and escape again, "I-I can't. Too s-sensitive-"

"Ride my cock or you won't live to see tomorrow."

With a broken sob, you quickly placed one hand on Muzan's chest, your body crying for a break as the other one slid underneath you to grab his cock and keep it steady, your poor thighs trembling as you lifted yourself up before sinking down on his member. You knew his threat was empty but...it was always best to not risk it.

Kokushibo noticed you were about to crawl away but instead of grabbing your hips and pulling you back like you expected he would, his hand instead shot out to clamp around your neck. You gasped, air caught in your throat as his many eyes narrowed at you, giving you a look of disappointment as you writhed against his choking. Did you necessarily need air to live? No. Was it uncomfortable? Yes.

Was it sexy? Also yes-

"What do you say?"

Your face was turning red, tears prickling your eyes as his fingers seem to tighten. "S-Sorry- m' s-sorry-" you managed to choke out despite his best attempts.

"Good girl. Now present yourself to me."

With his hand still on your neck, your spread your legs wide, even bringing your hands down to push apart your pussy lips, baring you every inch of your cum stuffed cunt. With a grunt of approval, Kokushibo slipped inside you, giving you a break as he let go of your neck just as he started his intense pace.

"D-Darling- oh fuck- please-" you babbled between gasps and pants, tits bouncing as your poor cunt was once again pounded within an inch of her life, not even given a minute to rest and recover.

"Cease your pointless crying." he simply stated, his abs flexing as he rutted into you, "If you find it so unpleasant, don't fail next time."

Akaza is usually so sweet when you two have sex. But when he's frustrated with you- he will let. you. know.

The second he saw you trying to move away from him, he grabbed you by the knees before flipping you onto you stomach like you weighed nothing. The next moment, he was lying on top of you, his body weight keeping you pinned down as he slipped his cock back inside you in a classic prone bone. You squealed, unable to move as he started rolling his hips into you, the position making his cock reach deep- deep- deep inside you.

"A-Akazaaaa-" you squeal, your cries a bit muffled by the mattress, "S-slow down- please-c-can't take it-"

"You can't take it?" Akaza growled into your ear, rolling his hips in circles so his fat tip can bully your g-spot mercilessly, "No wonder you couldn't kill that Hashira. If you can't handle- hah- this, then you can't handle a battle. So consider this your training, my love."

"P-Please- I just need a break- I can't- ah fuck- you're so deep!"

"You can take it. Be my good girl. Besides, our Lord wants to know if you can get pregnant, remember? You're not getting away from me until you're knocked up."

Douma simply laughed as he watched you try and escape him, his kaleidoscopic eyes twinkling even more beautifully than usual as his sadistic tendencies got satiated seeing your fear and exhaustion. But of course, he wasn't going to let you go. With a flick of the wrist, you gasped as your ankles were suddenly encased in ice that trailed down to the floor, keeping you in place. You could try to break out of it, but your husbands hand on your cunt rid you of all thoughts except for pleas.

"D-Douma- honey- please-"

"Shhhh, sweet thing." He purred, giving your kitty gentle pets, "I'm just going to teach you a lesson before I breed you again~ Let's make this pretty pussy as red as your ass is, hmm?"

"No please- i'll be good- I promise!"

"Why are you so scared honey?" Douma asked in mock concern, his bottom lip jutting out in a pout as he cooed at you, "Oh, you really don't like it when I spank your cunt, do you? It hurts so badly, doesn't it?"

"Yes- it hurts so much!" you complained, your eyes welling up with tears at the threat. You loved it when he punished you but fuck- it hurt!

"Poor sweet thing! I have an idea then." you watched as an ice cube materialized in his hand, clutched between his fingers as he said:

"How about we make her numb first then?"

It was difficult enough to take on the Hantengu clones even when they were being nice, but when they were punishing you? It was downright impossible. But they didn't care.

"And where do you think you're going, missy?" Urogi asked, a grin on his face as he slid in to sit behind you, quickly stopping your attempt at getting away. He grabbed your arms and pulled them above your head, catching your wrists with one hand and restraining you.

"Is it too much for you?" Karaku teased on your right, holding your knee and pushing it open to expose your sex. His hand slid between your legs and his fingers glided between your pussy lips, cooing as he made contact with your slick and cum, "Your poor, sweet cunny is all fucking and stuffed huh? Must be so difficult to take more~"

Aizetsu whined even as he bent down to take your left nipple into his mouth, whining even more as you squealed at the sensation of his tongue against your raw, sensitive nipple. "M-Maybe we should give her a break..." he suggested after giving your bud a few sucks, still laying his head against the fat of your breast as he pulled at your left knee, "We've made her cum...and cum inside her so many times...i'm sure she's learned her lesson."

Before you could latch onto Aizetsu's words and beg for mercy, Sekido slid between your legs, his frown even angrier if that was even possible. He glared at you as he tugged at his cock, clicking his tongue as you tried to wiggle your hips away when he pressed his tip against your entrance.

"Don't you dare try to fucking run away." he snarled as he pushed into you, his cock sliding back into your poor, fucked out cunt. You gasped, tossing your head back against Urogi's shoulder as you were filled up once more, instantly knowing that you had pissed off Sekido by your anticts by his instant break-neck pace.

"You're only done when we say you're done." Karaku purred against your ear, licking said ear as Sekido pounded your pussy, making you babble stupidly as his cock slammed against your cervix, "And you're not going to be done for a long time~"

[glow1228aura]

SERVING

[ellieabbyy]

since it’s time for sweater weather 🍂

[specialgradefckr]

a thought.

satoru gojo doesn't belong to you. he doesn't even belong to himself.

he's a weapon, a tool, a teacher and guardian - he doesn't have time to be yours, even if he wanted to.

but this one could.

he looks good, for having been grown in a test tube for twenty months.

a clone. your very own personal satoru gojo. just for you and no one else.

he's born in the lab, a fully grown adult, and you teach him everything he needs to know about life.

when he's hungry, you feed him.

when he's cold, you hold him.

when he's bored, you entertain him.

when he's sad, you delight him.

for this satoru gojo, the world begins and ends with you.

he's never known life outside the private lab beneath your home. after weeks of good behavior, you let him sleep with you in your room.

he never says no. doesn't know what it is. you've never told him no (granted, his requests are always vague, and you fulfill them however you please), so it doesn't exist in his mind.

so when you teach him how to make you feel good - guide him to his knees, between your legs, holding his face against your cunt - this satoru gojo learns eagerly, with all the unrestrained passion and dedicated of a virgin with his longtime crutch.

the first words you taught him to say were "i love you", after all.

at first, he was sort of like a parrot - repeating after you, confused, hesitant forming words.

but quickly enough, his true nature shone through. even with a limited vocabulary, he would tease - "those are called glasses." "glasses?" "yes - satoru! give them back!" - and his appetite for mischief and self-satisfaction were ever-present.

but even with his nature, there was always nurture to gently adjust him.

you'd leave him alone for hours without explanation, even when he could grasp language enough to understand one. always returning with a treat, with a smile and a kiss.

there was food for him when you were gone, and water. but it's bland, unappetizing stuff. he is satoru, after all. still craving sweets.

you were the only person he's ever interacted with. the only person he ever will.

your presence meant food, companionship, entertainment. your absence meant loneliness, boredom, hunger.

you are everything good in his life. you gave him this life. it's only right that he spends it with you.

it's not that satoru minds, after all. he seems to love eating you out, training session after training session leading him to slide to his knees beside you more often than not. bright blue eyes twinkling up at you while he paws at your waistband.

and you're not a selfish lover, not by any means. once you've conditioned him to only cum when you're present, you're very generous with his orgasms.

it took a while. a specialized device - unremovable cockring - and some porn left around for him to peruse curiously.

but soon enough, you'd caught him, red-faced and stressed, unable to find his release. diligently, over many weeks, you'd taught his body that the only real pleasure was you. your touch, your voice, your love.

this is your satoru gojo. he shouldn't want anything but you. he shouldn't get off to anything but you.

you are his sun and stars, his planet, his gravity holding him to earth, the air he breathes, the life that sustains him, his whole universe.

it's all worth it, to come back to him after an outing. bright-faced and smiling and trembling just a little bit in relief.

when he holds you at night extra tightly, like he's terrified you'll slip out of his arms while he sleeps.

it's intoxicating. euphoric.

you try not to leave too often. but absence makes the heart grow fonder. can't have him taking you for granted.

in fact, that's the only punishment that ever seems to work on him, when he's acting out, and a stern correction doesn't do it.

it's not often, but sometimes he'd whine incessantly about getting his way, as if what he wanted mattered. as if you didn't love him more than anything already. as if you didn't go out of your way to give him everything, including his own life.

maybe he wanted to have sex that day, instead of just masturbating for you. maybe he was getting bored of eating you out for hours. maybe he just wanted to hurry up and cum.

all of these were normal, expected ways for satoru gojo to behave at first. but you'd trained them out of him.

if he was so bored, if he didn't like what you wanted, then he could stay here by himself.

you'd leave discreetly, distracting him with an instruction or an excuse about getting something. and then you'd turn off the breaker so the lights in the basement were out.

and then you'd go. spend hours away from home.

every time you spent a different amount of time away. letting him stew in it. letting him wait for you. wait, and wonder if you were really coming back this time.

it was painful. you didn't create him just to neglect him like this.

but it needs to be done. he had to understand that being without you is utter, abject misery.

this had the side effect of turning him into a clingy menace. which was terribly endearing - he always wanted to have a hand on you, or to sit next to you, or to be touching you somehow.

those beautiful eyes nervously glancing at you every now and then - it's the prettiest thing you've ever seen.

with him clinging to you, of course, you have to adjust his punishments. if a training session isn't going well, you slip something into his next meal.

when he awakens, he's tied up. all alone in a well-lit, padded room.

by the time you open the door, he's teary-eyed, nose red from sniffling, throat sore from screaming. he leans into your fingers in his hair, closing his eyes, shuddering and sighing in utter bliss.

satoru always behaves better after that. you tell him, calmly, what you hope he'll improve on, and he always does. your clever boy.

your perfect boy. your satoru gojo, homemade, hand-raised, yours and yours alone. happy to be yours.

he's improved so much. he really is nearly perfect.

affectionate - almost overbearingly so, but that suits you. he's attentive, so well in tune with your moods. satoru really is so very observant when he wants to be.

he can make you cum in under thirty seconds - there's your quick learner! you feel like a proud teacher, sometimes.

and he loves you. of course he loves you. you make him feel good, you kiss him goodnight, you always make sure he knows exactly how happy he makes you.

he's not unlike a pet who loves you unconditionally and wants to be with you constantly. a particularly clever pet, even, who sometimes gets... ideas.

what you're working on now is a complicated case. satoru's a healthy young man, and he spends all his time with you, who he's attracted to - so he gets erections fairly often.

your conditioning has led him to expect sexual activity... well, relatively frequently. after all, he can't cum on his own. it doesn't help that he always wants to be touching you, next to you, holding you.

the task now is for him to become aroused only when you are aroused. it'll take time - and patience - and lots and lots of punishments. but smaller ones, easier ones.

you're content with this. perfection is a state of mind, after all. there will always be something to improve on.

if you don't have anything to punish him for, satoru might start to think he's perfect. he might realize that you won't stop loving him, for any reason. he might get sloppy.

what if he thinks he can leave?

it's something that keeps you up at night, sometimes. you try not to let it, really. satoru never falls asleep first. you've never seen him sleep at all outside your arms, actually.

you're particularly tired, this night, though.

satoru's been so good lately, so you'd rewarded him with a new, special experience; making food together.

it had been utterly delightful, so domestic and causal, full of laughter and taste-tests and troubled recipe lookups. Is that what being a couple was supposed to be like?

you think you could get used to that.

you try to say something, but your mouth is especially dry. satoru, the darling creature that he is, has water at the ready for you.

the thanks, too, can't come out of your mouth. your vision is darkening...

"sorry," his lovely voice hums distantly, "not sure about the dosage. i know i'm larger than you, so it should be a bit less..."

the words stand out to you. dosage. a bit less.

but very soon, your world goes dark, and all you hear before that is -

"you're never leaving me again."

This work is a part of a series! Read the next part here!

[chippa44444]

TFA Starscream and his clones x reader art

I drew this with the romantic comedy of the past in mind.

This post is an illustrated version of Starscream x Reader

[lunasfics]

Found Family - Under the Blossoms

summary: You’re new to that concept, it’s one thing you have yet to fully adjust to. The concept of people actively choosing to love you as you are, people who care if you disappear without a trace, people who see your flaws and shortcomings and still choose to see the good in you. 

this is sort of a continuation to found family! read here

pairings: Batfam x f! Reader, Supers x f! Reader

word count: 2k

request: "I neeeeeeed more Wayne-Kent daughter stuff. Your first post was truly amazing. Can I request a fic gets really upset about something and she hasn’t been home in a couple days. Everyone is looking for her but she’s hiding somewhere far away, maybe in Japan surrounded by cherry blossoms and a koi pond in the forest. Clark finds her and brings Bruce with him to see if she’s okay. You can change anything that you want but just the premise of the reader missing. Thank you!!! " requested by @ashdoctor

a/n: hi! i would first and foremost like to thank the sender of this request because I have had the worst writers block and this kind pulled me out of it :).also this not not proofread so sorry in advance for any typos,,,, anyway, this is kinda focused a bit on bruce and y/n's relationship cause they're both like. fucked up and complicated lolol but yeah I hope you like it! ALSO! i based the old japanese couple on a haikyuu character kita shinsuke, cause why not i thought it'd be fun

“Shit.” 

“Well I’ve flown through all of Gotham and Metropolis twice, and did a once-over around the country, not a trace. I’m getting really worried.” 

“She has to be somewhere, how long have we been searching?” 

“Going on day 3.” 

“Fuck.” 

“I’ve checked every landmark I’ve taken her to see during our training, I haven’t seen her once.” 

“We’ll keep looking.” 

The comms have been flooded for the past two days with nervous chatter and consistent but pointless updates in regards to your unknown whereabouts. Clark and Connor have been doing the physical searching while Bruce has hacked into any and every surveillance camera he could in hopes of the system picking up your face somewhere, anywhere.

Your siblings have taken over Gotham patrols, Barbara occasionally taking over the online search while Alfred forces Bruce to get some sleep. 

You’ve been living with him for well over six months now, adjustment has gotten easier for you, and you’d gotten more comfortable in going off on your own to explore. Now, Clark never has a problem with this, encouraging you to explore as much as you could, “The world has so much to offer, soon you’ll understand why we care so much for keeping it safe” he’d say. 

Bruce however felt it was reckless to use your powers so casually, you shouldn’t depend on them the way you do, that it's a liability to your civilian life. It’s not something you should be so careless about, “Your safety and well-being is not someone you should take lightly.” 

Naturally, you are too stubborn to see this was purely out of worry, that he actually cares for you. You’re new to that concept, it’s one thing you have yet to fully adjust to. The concept of people actively choosing to love you as you are, people who care if you disappear without a trace, people who see your flaws and shortcomings and still choose to see the good in you. 

Maybe that’s why you reacted the way you did during your last conversation with Bruce. The seething anger that heated your bones, the dense lump that formed in your throat as you spoke. The unpleasant pit in your stomach as you slammed the cave door behind you, the sweaty palms and the inexplicable reflex within you that told you to keep yourself guarded. To not let these people close enough to stab you in the back, to protect yourself and your skills. Do not allow yourself to be held back.  

So now here you are, on some farmland in a tiny town in Japan. You weren’t sure this town has had access to any recent tech for at least the past ten years. It was a refreshing change, it reminded you of all your favorite things about Smallville. The smell of the crops and the way the cherry blossoms bloomed along the outskirts of the fields in the spring. The pink of the petals was soft and peaceful, the wind blowing softly through them released a pleasant floral smell that made you feel at peace. 

Arriving there was an experience, you just flew and flew until you found yourself in a field at the crack of dawn, opening your eyes to an elderly Japanese couple standing over you, concern etched into their aged faces, confusion was evident in the way they spoke to you, but so was kindness. 

Mr and Mrs Kita were kind people, taking you in without question because they knew you were in need. They told you their story, about their grandson and how he goes to school in the city.

And so they invited you in and were delighted to find that you speak Japanese, although their dialect was different from yours, they welcomed you with open arms. You’ve worked in their fields the past two days, finding peace within yourself, and as nice as it was, you missed your family. 

Back in the house, the couple observes you as they do everyday, you pay no mind as you continue to harvest crops. 

“She’s a bit of an odd one, isn't she?”

“I quite like her, honest worker, though she seems as though she carries a heavy burden.” 

“Yes, I noticed that. She's quite adorable, she almost reminds me of our Shinsuke.”

“I do see it Dear, perhaps they’ll meet when he visits for the summer.” 

“I do hope so.”

“I’ve got something.” Bruce stood in his seat, gloved hands clicking away relentlessly as the batcomputer, pulling up a global map of movements that have broken the sound barrier within the past week.  

Clark stood behind him, eyeing the screen that was littered with red lines, the United States being full to the brim given their recent search. There were more streaks around the world leading to the landmarks, all which Clark could recall making. However there was one that stood out to him, a singular streak that abruptly stops in the middle of Hyogo, Japan. 

“What could she possibly be doing in the middle of Japan” 

“I really don’t know Clark but we need to go now. Wait for me outside, I’ll update the others.” 

All that was going through Bruce’s mind was seeing you again, having a rational, calm conversation where he isn’t so wound up from a failed mission and where you don’t feel so backed into a corner. 

Bruce Wayne isn’t very much a man of expressing feelings, granted, over time he has improved immensely, but he is nowhere near perfect and neither are you. You’re two people, a father and his daughter who are trying their best to be better for each other and for those you love. 

Bruce is a man who at times tends to lack patience, there are not many things he isn’t good at, unfortunately being emotionally vulnerable is one of the things he could use improvement on. 

That’s probably why he let you go that night instead of chasing after you, and it’s probably why he stayed silent while Lois was telling him off when he first told her and Clark that you were missing. 

If he’s learned anything in his time as a father, it’s that he’d do better, and he will continue to be a better father today than he was yesterday. 

Regardless, he knew he needed to get his daughter.

For one hour every day, at one o’ clock, you went and sat under the cherry blossoms, inhaling the comforting floral fumes, feeling the defined rays of sunlight peak through the branches of the tree and onto your soft skin. 

You knew the soft breeze by heart now, the way it felt softly dancing through your hair, the cool sensation of it against your hairline as it kissed away the beads of sweat formed by the day of work in the sun. You had decided last night that today you would go home, as peaceful as it was there you missed your family. You missed your dads and brothers and sisters, you missed the civilians you’d help on patrol. You missed helping people, but more than that you missed your family. You missed baking for them and laughing with them, learning about life and society with them by your side every step of the way. You had decided that today at sundown. you would leave everything in order and organized for the Kitas and bid your farewells, of course you would visit soon, they’re  kind people who took care of you when you needed it. 

You immediately knew something was off when you felt a sudden gust of air, uncharacteristic for the climate in this area. You knew for certain something was off when you heard the familiar swoosh of that cape. 

You turned slowly and sure enough, you saw Bruce, walking towards you in long powerful strides, Clark not far behind him. 

His steps are aggressive, almost sloppy, his strides large and powerful, his walk having more purpose than you’d ever seen it. 

You prepared yourself for the lecture, the mental image of his condescending glare as he breaded you for your lack of self preservation, your recklessness, how this could have compromised your identity, how you're stupid, so so stupid. How you don’t think. How you’re not worth it, a lost cause-

Two strong arms wrapped themselves around you before you knew what was happening. The scent of cologne and the faint smell of metal filling your senses, why isn’t he yelling at me? 

“I was so worried. We all were. Please, don’t do that again, we’ll talk it through next time. I’m sorry.” His voice was gentle, not what you were expecting, his voice was kind, so much so that you felt your eyes glaze over, a wet sensation making its way down your cheek. . You were crying. There was that puddle of warmth pooling in your chest, that sense of security and safety. Clark came up behind you and held you tight, the feeling intensified. 

Ah. Now it made sense. His steps weren't aggressive, they were nervous, emotional.

“You really had us scared there, kiddo. Next time, come to Metropolis, or Smallville, or the tower, anywhere with anyone, but talk to us. We’re always going to be here for you because that’s what family is.” 

Tears fell from your eyes, though you didn't understand why, tears were typically for sadness, but you weren’t sad. These were tears of disbelief, of joy, of love. How funny it is that you never, not once thought you could possibly be cared for like this, that you could ever obtain a proper family like the kinds you learned about. You decided then and there that you would be damned if you ever lost them, if you ever left this. 

“I’m sorry I left, I shouldn’t have. I was going to go back today– the people. The people here have been taking care of me, I was going to help them and say goodbye.” 

Clark shook his head, “You don’t need to apologize, it’s okay, Y/n. Why don’t you go say goodbye, and we can have dinner with Ma and Pa. Sound good?” 

You nodded gingerly, feeling like a small child, you never got a childhood, you didn’t get coddled nor did you get spoken to in a loving manner. You were never reassured nor were you truly shown kindness until the night they saved you from that lab. 

The world is a cold and scary place. You’d seen some of humanity's worst, you were created by them, you were intended to be one of them. You’ve found that within the world there’s kindness, there’s love, there’s peace. 

You pulled away from them and made your way through the field and into the house, smiling at Mr and Mrs Kita sitting at the dinner table playing a game of chess, Mrs. Kita stood and smiled at you, as if she already knew. 

“I want to thank you both sincerely for your hospitality, I can’t thank you enough for the kindness you have shown me,” your voice shook but you continued, “I promise to visit again soon, and anything you need, please let me know and I will give it to you.” 

Mr. Kita laughed and shook his head, “You owe us nothing, if anything we owe you, the fields look better than I’ve ever seen them, you’re always welcome here.” 

Mrs. Kita smacked his arm lightly, and smiled and pulled you in for a hug, “That isn’t the only reason, what he means is we will always welcome you here with open arms, Dear, be safe.” 

You hugged them and retreated back to your dads, joining them on their way back to Kansas, where your loving family was already waiting.

Bonus!

“My goodness! Did you see that scary man in the cape outside? How cold he looked.” Mrs. Kita shuddered as she laid next to her husband. 

“Yes, I did, and my, that bulky fellow in the blue? He could do without the leggings.” 

“I think they do him quite a service… from behind at least.”

“My goodness Yumie, have some class Dear.” He shook his head.

She laughed, “Well, you don’t have it like you used to, old man. I’d like something to look at every so often, why don't you go buy yourself some leggings?” 

He scoffed, “Not happening, Woman. I don’t want to talk about this anymore. They best not keep Y/n from visiting or I’ll fly to the states and get her myself.” 

The room erupted into giggles and laughter, it was peaceful in the small farm in Hyogo that night.

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[ozzgin]

Bro plot twist. nothing has changed between the og boyfriend and the clone, the og boyfriend is just smug and knows if anything went down he’ll be picked first because he’s the original, who picks a clone over the original product? The clone is just pissy over the fact because he has all these memories but none of the emotional value due to him being a clone (idk I’m just yapping)

Hah, it would be quite interesting if there was never an error in the cloning process to begin with. Your boyfriend has always been violent and possessive, he just hid it exceptionally well from you. The clone seems to be a less mature version who struggles to hide his jealousy and greed.

The real question is - could a clone ever outwit the original? Your boyfriend allowed your little experiment to take place because he was confident in his ability to discard the cheap copy whenever he found it convenient. Well, you've now discovered that said clone has had the same thoughts of eliminating his rival. Who's going to strike first?

Moreover, I'm wondering if the clone might have some sort of advantage or blackmail resources, after all. He could confess to you that - indeed - he's always been rotten to the core, a vicious, shameless thug who'd have no remorse nor hesitation in cracking someone's skull open if they smiled too fondly in your direction.

"Would (Y/N) hate you for it, I wonder," the clone drawls with a lazy grin. "There's only one way to find out, eh? Don't bet on killing me into silence, though, I have more ways of airing our dirty laundry."

For the first time, your boyfriend's kind smile falters.

[Yandere Clone]

[meshla-cyarika]

Instantly thought this during this scene 💀

[skywalkoverme]

𝐓𝐡𝐞 𝐏𝐞𝐫𝐟𝐞𝐜𝐭 𝐇𝐨𝐮𝐬𝐞𝐰𝐢𝐟𝐞

a/n: Request made by anon! I hope I covered all the tags lol.

𐙚 Anakin Skywalker x Fem! Reader 𐙚 18+ MDNI

Summary: You're close friends with your neighbor, Anakin.

Warnings/contains: modern au, dom! male, sub! fem, dilf + milf, adultery, raw sex, multiple orgasms, squirt+cream orgasm, crying during sex, rough sex, oral sex (f reciv), choking, lots of dirty talk, reader is a milf, proof read-- english is not my first language!

Word Count: 3.3k // More on my Master list! + follow & reblog pls

You held a tumbler to your breasts, and it was all he could focus on. Your white French tipped nails wrapped around that pink tumbler filled with hot coffee. A baby pink scarf around your head and neck and a pale coat that hugged your body. You stomped some to keep warm as your eyes followed the boys while they did drills up and down the outdoor rink. The sound of their hockey sticks, and sharp blades as they scraped on the ice echoed through the rink.

Anakin wore a knitted hat and coat as he stood beside you, his own hands engulfed in warm gloves. “You’re usually standing with the coaches before the games. Did you get kicked out again?” You asked before sipping from the warm drink.

“Apparently, my ambition has distracted the boys.”

“I told you last season to sign up for head coach. Luke likes you in the coach’s circle.”

“He does? You must know something that I don’t.”

You shrugged, “I eavesdrop when the boys have their sleepovers.” He nearly missed it as you traced your forefinger on the opening of the tumbler lid.

His breath hitched as he watched your nail… “U- Ahem, I won’t lie and say I don’t do the same thing.”

“Good friends keep you honest.” He nods once. “Were you thinking of coming over for dinner?”

And have the excuse to see your curves in a short apron? “Of course.”

“I hate when he’s out of town…” You twisted the ring on your slim fingers, “the house feels empty.”

“I’m sure me and the boys could help with that.” He smirked without looking at you. You stared at the side of his face and noted his cockiness. He’s sweet but prideful. Anakin knows how much you want him around, how excited it made you to hear his voice or even stand beside you like this. There was something about his charisma that drew you into him. You supposed it was the reason why even the people who couldn’t stand him found themselves circled around him for news about the team or his own life.

Last June

You had moved into this neighborhood with your husband and son. Two houses down from Anakin and his twins, you lived in a three-story home: pale blue exterior and close to the lakeshore. Anakin first spotted you as you carried in a small box from the moving truck and into the home. You came back outside and leaned on a porch pillar, a sweating water bottle in your hand, a white tank top clung to your form and blue jean shorts around your curvy hips.

The water from his hose sprayed on his car as his jaw loosened. “…holy shit.” Anakin’s eyes followed your every step as you walked back to the moving truck to assist your husband and son.

It didn’t take long before you turned around and waved. The man smiled drunkenly, his tongue rolled between his teeth as he waved back, watering his porch. You tilted your head at his actions, “Oh, Shit!” He turned his watering hose back to the grass and chuckled. By the time he turned towards your house, you were inside again. “Dad!” Leia called from the doorframe. “Where is my---” She scoffed, “Why is the porch wet?! My friends are coming over!”

“They can go through the side door.” He muttered distractedly. “Who are the new neighbors?” Through a sweaty brow, he peered over at your family.

“Huh? Oh, that’s the L/N’s.” Leia waved a hand and ate from a bag of grapes.

“I think the son plays hockey; I saw goalie pads.” Luke leaned on the porch, his attention on his phone. “We need a player badly, Dad.”

“Let’s wait until they get settled in and then we can visit.” Anakin finished watering the grass and sighed.

Leia shook her head, “We need to bring a gift. You can’t show up to someone’s house without one.”

“I can go to the store!” Luke perked up and slipped his phone into his pocket.

“Tsk, no! You just want an excuse to drive Dad’s car!” The two raced to the keys that rested in a ceramic dish by the door. Anakin didn’t care for the commotion that occurred over his car because all his attention was given to you while you rest in your husbands’ arms, his arms around your neck as he kissed your deeply. Part of him wanted to yell and tell you both to get a room but he couldn’t pull his eyes away from the lewd sight. “Dad! Leia took the keys!”

“Then get in the passenger side.” He groaned and pushed a cap onto his head.

Within a week of you living here, it was clear to Anakin that he wasn’t the only person, man or woman, who found you to be a beautiful and perfect distraction.

Present

“Poor thing, you look like an icicle.” Anakin chuckled and cupped your hands in his warm gloves. “Still not used to the cold?”

“I’m used to the cold, not the snow.” You said as he gently rubbed your hands. Other parents in the stands watched as he gently warmed you up. “Only a few more weeks of this until—”

“Rain.” The man chuckled and wrapped his arms around your shoulders.

“Mhhh, thank you.” You slumped against his body as his heat enveloped your body. “That’s perfect.” This wasn’t Anakin’s first time pushing it a little far with you. There were times where you’d find your way to his lap or in the tuck of his arm on someone’s couch. Each time, you figured there was some implications that pointed to him wanting more from you, but you’d just brush it off.

“There you go…” He chuckled and playfully kissed the top of your head. The practice came to an end and the boys began to take off their helmets and padding. Anakin refused to let you go, a teasing whine on his lips as he whispered to you, “You’re like a little bunny…I can’t let you go; you’ll freeze to death.” You laughed, a hand in your hair as you twirled a lock. “Have a good night!” A few parents exchanged their goodbyes with you and Anakin, used to the dynamic by now.

You felt a hand on your shoulder, “Moooom!” Your son shook your shoulder harder. “We wanna order in.” You faked a whine and buried your face into Anakin’s shoulder.

Luke chucked, “Hold me, Mister Walker~” He mocked your voice and nudged your son's shoulder. Luke brought your son into his arms and ruffled his hair.

"Very funny!" Your son pushed Luke into the snow.

“How about I drive your mom home and you both can meet us there?” Your son agreed and dug in your purse for car keys. He walked with Luke to your car and tossed their gear into the trunk. Anakin gently spun you on the ice outside the rink and led you inside.

You quickly gripped the side of the rink and shook your head, “I don’t have on skates! You don’t either!” The man took off his gloves as you stood awkwardly, your ass poked out and your feet spread as if you were too scared to move.

 “C’mon.” He rests his left hand on top of yours, the other on your lower stomach as he helped you stand up straight.

“I’m going to fall.”

“If you wish, you will.” He said as he helped push your feet on the ice. You clung tightly to him, your nails pressed into skin. His nose buried in your hair as he took deep inhales. Anakin held back a moan as your ass pressed on the front of his pants. His eyes fluttered close as you focused on reaching the next wall. Your hands quickly grabbed the padded side in a quick crash. The man’s hips rocked onto your soft backside and groaned. You gasped; a warmth built in your cheeks.

“I’m sorry!”

The man chuckled, his hold on your lower stomach tightened. “I’m not complaining, Sweetheart.” Your stomach flipped as he pulled you back with him towards the center of the rink; you quickly gripped his forearms for support. “Lean back on me, I’ve got you.” The man whispered and you gave him your weight. “You see the far zone?” You nod at the yellow exit. “We can make it…” With slowly glides, he takes you towards the far zone, his attention on your sweet expression outlined by your hair. “There you go.” He gently rubbed your lower stomach, his curious fingers played with the delicate, cold skin of your hand. Chills ran down your spine repeatedly without much of a break due to the sensual touches.

Without much of a warning, the man spun your joining until your backs faced the exit. He let his body take the hit and push the door open; his arms wrapped around your waist as you rolled on the fluffy pile of snow. “Christ!” You yelped as he chuckled and pushed snow from your clothes. Your legs tangled with his as you lay against him. “I’ll bring my skates next time.”

“It’s better this way.”

“Why?” You balled up some snow in your hands. “So I can struggle?”

“You’re so adorable when you struggle.” He pets your hair. You smush the snowball onto his face and stand up. The man laughed and pulled you back into the pile of snow.

When you and Anakin arrived at your house later, half of the team surrounded your kitchen islands; some half-eaten boxes of pizza and others were empty. Hockey uniforms were tossed in the laundry room and bags were lined up by the entrance. “Uhm, honey?” You grabbed the attention of every player. “My son.” You cleared your throat, and the young man found his way to you, “I thought it was just you and Luke tonight.”

“You didn’t see my text?” He asked as he was thrown a game controller. You sighed and looked through your notifications. “I guess not. Anyway, Chris’ truck had some issues so I said he could come here…the rest of ‘em found their way here.” He shrugged.

Anakin hung you and his coat, eavesdropping some. “…alright. Since it’s so many of you, sleep on the third floor.”

“Thank you!” he quickly kissed your cheek and called out an ‘I love you’ before turning his attention to the television, as his thumbs rolled over the controller’s right and left sticks.

Anakin flipped through a few boxes before he found an untouched pizza. He raised it with a smirk and followed your lead upstairs. His eyes followed your hips as they swished from side to side; his bottom lip caught in between his teeth. “I need to get out of these wet clothes.” He playfully bit the air behind your ass as you walked ahead, “Do you want to change into something else?”

“Hm? Yeah.”

You walked into the master’s bedroom and disappeared for a few moments. Anakin set the pizza box on the table and began to undress in the second living room. When you returned, you didn’t shy from the sight and instead you handed him a pajama set. In those grey shorts you now wore, you ass seemed fatter. He stood behind you as he buttoned the pajama shirt close, a breath away from your body. You looked comfortable in your alma mater sweatshirt. Perhaps it was how comfortable you were around him as you switched through movies until you settled on something you’d seen a million times. Anakin settled on the couch, his feet propped up, when you joined him.

From your fingertips, you took a few bites of your pizza. Anakin leaned forward and took a bite of your slice. His arm tucked around your neck as you lay back on him. “Did you put on perfume?” He took another inhale.

“Yes.” You tried your best to swallow your spit discreetly as your heart throbs in your chest.

“It smells nice.” He brought your neck closer to his nose and nipped it with his lips playfully. You puckered your lips and pushed him away. “C’mon.” He followed you to the other side of the couch and kissed your cheek. You didn’t move away as he hovered over you, a leg between both yours. “I’m just being friendly.” He leaned deeper over you and bit your shoulder. Your hands rests on his shoulders as he kissed the reddened spot.

“Friendly? None of my friends do that.” You rose up and turned him on his back, your legs straddled his.

“Really? I could have sworn I’d seen you and Valentina like this in November.” He sat up on his hands, his lips a centimeter from yours as his eyes traced your dazed expression. “May I try something?” You nodded as he leaned into your lips, his hands sunk into your hair as you kissed him back. Your mouth opened for him, his thick tongue made it’s warm and silken impression on yours. Without warning, he took the gold band from your finger, minding the large diamond before he set it on the table. Your body fell onto his; his rock-hard cock under you as he sucked on your bottom lip, and you took his top lip into your mouth. “Fuck, you feel amazing.” He groaned, palming your ass as you sat on his hips.

You pulled off your sweatshirt and left yourself in a bra and shorts. …just as big as I imagined! You thought as his cock throbbed under your heat. Maybe bigger. He grabbed a fistful of your hair and turned you on your side. He lay against you on the couch, soft kisses trailed down your collarbones and to the edge of your bra. “Careful…”  He inhaled your excited exhales and breathed it back into your lungs. “We shouldn’t be doing this.”

“I know.” His forehead rests against yours, his fingertips glide over the heat of your skin. “We won’t get caught.”

He chuckled, “You sound so sure of yourself.” Anakin whispered as his lips brushed against yours, “Your son already thinks I’m fucking you.” You shook your head, “It's true. Now, I’m trying to be a good man; to respect your marriage, Y/n.” He hiked your leg up on his hip until you were spread open.

You peered up at him with those large eyes, glazed with need, “You don’t care about my marriage.” Again, he laughed. His tone was not convincing from the start but you calling him out was comical in the heat of the moment. His hand tucked into the waistband of your shorts and grazed over your slit through your panties.

“He’s a lucky man…” You followed Anakin’s eyes to a marriage photo behind your head on the side table. He turned his gaze down to you as his fingers played with your slickened pussy. “Shhhh…” He circled the pad of his thumb on your clit. When you began to whimper a little too loud for his liking, Anakin took a deep kiss from your lips, his tongue dove into your mouth so lewdly.

The erection that bulged against your leg distracted you from his middle fingers that seamlessly slipped into your pussy, stretching your pink pussy. He swallowed your whimpers in his mouth as he pumped his fingers in and out of your pussy at a steady pace; each stroke curled to your sensitive spot inside your pussy. “N~ nnhhg~” You kissed the shell of his ear, and he pressed even deeper onto you until you could feel the ridges of his muscles through the pajama fabric.

He sped up, his fingers fucked you faster, “Ride my fingers.” He said softly as your sweating forehead pressed on his. Your hips bucked forward to his rhythm, seeking that delicious feeling that stirred in your core. “Ride them.” He repeated and you sat up on your hands, working your hips to the pace. Your silky walls clenched him with every stroke so rightfully, he took his place between your thighs. Two lips around your clitoris as he weakened your hole with his thick and invasive digits. He suckled until he found that perfect center. Your thighs faltered and his breath grew hotter as he breathed on your pussy, inhaling your sweet scent. “You can take it, pretty girl~”

Never had your husband spoken to you in this way, touched you in this manner. Sure, this was cheating but dammit, it felt good. He pushed your thighs wide and pushed a third finger into your cunt. The flat of his tongue pressed on your hard clitoris and you whined from the pressure. Anakin could feel your climax building; your walls clutched him tightly and you ride his fingers faster. Your exhales scattered and needy as if you were trapped in a tight space. “Cum for me.” He moaned into your ear, “Cum on my fingers, pretty girl.” His lips swallowed your cries as he worked your core. When you came along his thick digits, he could feel your pussy spasm and see your eyes roll back. He gently pats your cunt until you squirted over the couch cushions; he quickly gathered you in his arms to keep you from falling back. His hand stroked your damp forehead, a kiss on your temple as he carefully placed you on your hands and knees.

Your arms lazily held the arm rest of the couch as you huffed. You couldn’t remember when he pulled off your panties or took your bra off but with the heat you felt they weren’t needed. He pinned you to the couch, his hands rests on top of yours as his muscular frame caged you in. His firm cockhead pressed of the folds of your swollen pussy, “Mhh, fuck.” He groaned in your ear, a tempting edge to his voice. “…little cunt.” His tip caught on the opening of your pussy, threatening to push inside at any given second.

Anakin gripped your throat in his hand and tilted your head back, so you’d look him in the eyes. He enjoyed the feel of your body against his, the center of your sensitivity against his. Your breathing was quick, your body still twitching from the last orgasm. “You’ll take every inch of my dick, won’t you?” You nodded as his lips hovered over yours. He pried your lips open and spat in your open mouth. “Swallow it.” You obeyed his command as your eyes glossed over. Slowly, he buried himself to the crotch inside of you. “Fuck, you’re choking my cock.” Your eyelashes fluttered as he gripped your throat tightly.

He pushed into you at a comfortable pace as you gripped the couch, a few obscene moans left your mouth.

Downstairs, two or three of the boys turned their head to the sounds coming from the second floor.

Anakin quickened his pace as he pumped your pussy full of his fat cock. “Shhh…” He chuckled as you gripped the couch tighter. “Shut up or I’ll take you to the floor.” You could barely understand him as each stroke twisted your consciousness. His cock was the kind that you savor so naturally, you did so. Mindlessly, your mouth pooled with drool. Anakin laughed before kissing your lips. “You’re such a filthy whore.”

“Y- yes, Sir.” He pistoned into your cunt harder, stroking deeper with every sway of his hips. Anakin gripped your throat harder until your vision grew blurry and all you could think of was his cock. Drunk off his length, you hadn’t noticed the stairwell lights that flicked on.

“This is what you wanted, right?” You only exhaled a breathless moan, “They can hear you, slut.” He taunted in your ear. “Can you hear me, fuck doll?”

You nodded; your drool spilled on the side of the couch. “M- mhm.”

“Letting me fuck your pussy raw, you’re such a whore.” You smirked; you’d already came on his cock twice now. He kept his full length in you and stirred his hips with a deep groan; his cock whisks your insides, rearranging your guts.

“F- fuck~ ” He took your clawing hand and pressed it on your stomach that bulged with his length. You could hear the boys downstairs as they gathered blankets for the night and prepared for their night over.

“Focus on what’s important.” Anakin’s words echoed in your ear as he continued his relentless bucking into your cunt. “There you go~”

a/n: I'm working on an Anakin x Mistress (original universe), piece right now as well as a new series! Follow for more

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