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eclecticqueennerd · 8 months

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Homelander as a Girl Dad

Trigger warning: DV, parental alienation, Homelander being Homelander.

Prompt: Anonymous asked: I don't know if someone already requested Homelander as a girl dad. But could I request him to have a supe daughter who is really close to him and loves him and yet also hates, fears him and can’t wait for the world to be rid of him.

This work is written as first a headcanon then transitions into a story. Enjoy!

You were Homelander's personal assistant and from the moment Ashley hired you, Homelander was infatuated. He would drop not-so-subtle hints of his affection and shower you with gifts and experiences you never thought you’d get. He’d take you to movie premiers and had you meet the members of the Seven. He would give you any and all dresses, shoes, and accessories you’d want. You were always attracted to Homelander; to his charm, his heroism, and his good looks. So, when you realized that the affections were mutual and he told you to call him John, you felt like the luckiest girl on earth.

When the relationship moved towards a physical one, John was as gentle as he could be with you. There were a few times when you had to remind him that you were just a normal person and not to be so rough. John would often say he’d want a family with you and that having a child would be the greatest gift anyone could ever give him. When you became pregnant and told John, both of your worlds were turned upside down. For better or worse, well it depends on your perspective.

You were okay with being in the public eye when working as Homelander’s personal assistant, and even more adjusted to it when the two of you started dating. Once the world heard that the two of you were expecting, the paparazzi increased tenfold. You were not able to go anywhere without paparazzi taking pictures and asking questions. One time the crowd of photographers was so dense, that a paparazzi accidentally bumped your baby belly too hard and made you stumble over in pain. Once that story went public, you were not allowed to leave John’s penthouse without him accompanying you. There were rumors that Homelander ‘took care’ of the photographer, but you chose to not believe them. Your sweet and charming John wasn’t capable of something so awful.

John is a busy man, attending meetings, social events, and the occasional hero work. You spent the majority of your days in the penthouse, there were people cooking for you and waiting on you hand and foot. You grew lonely, most of the people there either working in their positions to get a paycheck or out of fear, not speaking to you often. Whenever John came home, you’d run to him and embrace him, him being your only source of interaction. You’d ask him how his day went, sometimes he’d tell you, other times, he’d ask how the baby was.

When you gave birth, John was a little disappointed that it was a girl. You would reassure him that girls can do whatever boys can and that sometimes a father-daughter bond is stronger. John perked up after hearing that. In the beginning, John would be put off by the care of having an infant. They stink, they’re loud, messy and so goddamn needy. He did like the perk of you breastfeeding, it was always incorporated into sexy times with him. You thought of it as an undiscovered kink of his.

When your daughter was older, around toddler age, that’s when John started to take more interest in being a father figure. He’d teach Callie, your daughter, how to walk, how to use the potty, how to read. In the beginning, you were fine with it, it gave you a chance to take some time for yourself and watch the two of them bond. As time went on, you noticed that John would start to leave you out of the conversation and bonding experience as a family.

As time went on, John pushed you out more and more when interacting with Callie. He’d be the one taking care of her daily needs, ignoring you when you’d ask for updates on how she was doing in school, how her doctor’s visit went, and other important information. When you spoke to John about how you were feeling left out, he showed you a side of him you’ve never seen before. Hatred, malice, disdain. John wanted to be the sole caregiver to Callie. There were times that he’d shut you away in a room all by yourself, making you a prisoner in your own home. There were times when John would make the move to smack or attempt to hit you, but he’d always stop himself. After a while, he revoked your privilege of calling him John, you now had to call him Homelander.

You’d ask Homelander what went wrong in the relationship for him to treat you this way, but your inquiry was met with hostility. You began to contemplate leaving the penthouse whenever the two of them left for an outing. You know Homelander would never hurt Callie, he adores her. So, one day, you left…

“I’m home dad!” Callie said as she threw her schoolbag on the floor and walked into the kitchen to grab a snack. It’s been a few years since her mother left and she was told by her father that it was because her mother didn’t love her anymore. Callie was hurt by what her father told her, but she had no reason not to believe him.

“Hey sport, how are you today?” Homelander said as he threw his muscled arms around Callie. Callie grimaced but accepted the hug. Homelander noticed the change in her mood, he pulled himself away from her and asked,

“What’s wrong?”

“Nothing.”

“Uh huh, don’t lie to me missy. Tell me, what’s up?” Callie looks around the room, wanting to look at anything besides her father.

“I… uh… don’t think that you can help me with this. It’s something moms usually talk about.”

“Of course, I can help you, Callie. You can trust me with anything.” A few moments of silence and then Callie said,

“I got my period today.” Homelander blinked at Callie. Damn… I don’t know how to help her with that he thought. Homelander grabbed Callies’ hand and the two of them went to the entrance of the penthouse.

“Where are we going?”

“I have someone we’re going to talk to.” The two of them appeared in front of Ashleys office. Homelander opens the door, and a voice rang thru the large room,

“What the fuck have I told you about knocking Ashley?” Homelander and Callie came through the threshold. Ashleys demeanor went from hardened to frightened the moment she laid eyes on the man. Callie noticed this was a common theme with anyone that came across her father.

“Homelander, Callie. H-how can I help you?” Ashley said as her hand flew up into her red hair. Homelander sat Callie down on the sofa in the lounge area and went to mute the TV that was displaying the news.

“Callie here is now a woman. She needs to know some helpful tips about periods.” Callie turned to her dad and gave him a look that can be conveyed as ‘what the fuck?’ Homelander just shrugged as Ashley cleared her throat. Ashley walked from behind her desk to sit herself onto the armchair to the left of Callie. Ashley let out a nervous chuckle, looking at Homelander before she spoke,

“We’ll, as you know, periods are a normal thing for women…” Ashley looks around the room, trying to find inspiration in what she’s telling Callie. “Periods are a beautiful and natural thing for a young woman to have! They mean that—Oh my god!” Ashleys attention went to the TV screen, as did the other two. Displayed was a picture of a tall, bearded man in a trench coat and next to him, was you. The caption on the picture stated, “SUSPECTS WANTED FOR THE DEATH OF TRANSLUCENT” Ashley began stuttering, mumbling, and furiously twisting her hair in her fingers. Callie stood up and walked towards the TV, closely inspecting the picture of you in your disguise. Homelander approached the TV and promptly turned it off.

“Okay that’s enough for today. I think this kiddo has some homework to do dontcha bud?” Homelander grabs Callies hand and drags her out of Ashleys office. A million thoughts ran through Callies mind. ‘Why would mom join the bad guys? Why did she kill Translucent? Why did she leave me?’ Homelander picked up on the hurt on Callies face and said,

“Hey, it’s okay. I’ll get it all taken care of.” Homelander took Callie back to the penthouse and said that he needed to step out for business and that she could order a pizza for dinner. When gone, Callie gathered her key fob and left the penthouse in search of you.

It had been a few hours looking in the area you’d been photographed, but Callie had finally found you in the subway, tucked away in a corner waiting for the train to arrive. She took in your appearance; sunglasses, ballcap and a leather jacket with the lapels pulled up to hide your face. Callie approached you slowly,

“Hey mom.” You spun to face her, freezing at the young girl standing before you. It’s been years since you’d seen Callie, at least in person. You’d seen her on TV many times, making appearances with your ex. She was a perfect mix of both you and Homelander.

“Callie. What are you doing here?”

“I saw you on TV.”

“It’s not safe for you to be here honey.”

“Don’t call me that. You don’t get to call me that after how you left us. After how you left me!” Callie began raising her voice, emotions starting to grow inside her. You approached her slowly after noting the fists Callie was making and said,

“You’re right. I’m sorry.” A tear ran down Callies cheek. You desperately wanted to reach out and wipe it away, you however treated her like she was a frightened animal, careful with your movements.

“Why did you leave?” You never wanted to answer that question, wanting Homelander to have that special bond between father and daughter untarnished. Before you could open your mouth, you heard the train approach, looking in its direction, you were torn. Now was your chance to escape, but you also wanted to set things straight with your daughter.

“Callie… I-”

“Trains ‘ere.” The man that was with you earlier on the TV broadcast appeared next to you, voice heavy with a cockney accent. Callie looked at both you and the tall man, named Billy Butcher. Callie had heard her father speak of him from time to time and how he was the bane of his existence. Once the train stopped, you made the difficult decision to part ways with Callie, you didn’t want her getting caught up in all your bullshit. Homelander will keep her safe, he would never let anything happen to her. As you found your seat on the train, Callie sat down next to you.

“Callie!”

“You never answered my question, why did you leave?” Looking between Callie and the subway train floor, you told her everything. How Homelander was the nicest man you’d ever met, and he slowly showed himself to be a monster. You told her of the domestic abuse and the times that he would alienate you from being a mother to Callie.

“I love you so much Callie. I never wanted to leave you, but I couldn’t stay with your father. I knew he would never lay a finger on you, you’re all he’s ever wanted.” Callie’s world was rocked. Her whole life she’d heard from her father that she wasn’t loved by you, that the only reason why you wanted to be with her Homelander was because of fame and fortune.

The train rolled to a stop a few stations from when the three of them went on. As you got off the train, Callie followed you and Butcher. Callie noticed the whispers between you and Butcher, you look back at her.

“Callie you can’t come with us.”

“I’ve finally found you after all these years and now you want to push me away?! It’s not fair!” Callie clenched her fist and punched a brick pillar, knocking the blocks loose. Callie’s face widens in shock, she’s never done that before. She didn’t even know she had the strength.

“Callie, what we do, is too dangerous for you. I’ll give you my number so we can text but know that I can’t always reply. Butcher, go ahead to the hideout, I’ll take Callie back home.” You and Callie catch a train ride to a subway stop just a block from Vought tower. On the train, you two talk about school and what her favorite subjects are, its art, what flavor ice cream she likes, it’s the same as yours, and Callie asked you what to do when it came to periods.

“It’s important to keep yourself clean, shower at least once a day. There may be times when you will have a stain, don’t worry. This happens to all of us at some point. If it happens at school and it’s on your pants, wear a sweatshirt around your waist if you can. Also, don’t wear white pants if you can help it.” Callie absorbed as much information you had to give about the subject, appreciative that you’re willing to talk about such a sensitive topic. Callie was beginning to question her father’s animosity towards you, you were so warm and welcoming and kind, the opposite of his descriptors was for you. Finally reaching your destination and standing outside of the tower, you give Callie a quick hug.

“Text me anytime but please, don’t tell your father about this. I don’t know when I can see you again, but if this plan pulls through then it may be sooner than later.” Callie nodded her head and went inside the building and into the elevator. Callie stepped into the penthouse and saw a worried Homelander standing next to the kitchen island.

“And where were you?” Homelanders voice low, eyes narrow, almost like he knew what she was up to, he just waiting for her to confess. Callie met his menacing glare with one of her own, and replied,

“Out.” She then left to go into her room, revulsion filling her thoughts about her father. Homelander the world's greatest and strongest superhero, was a calculating cruel man who filled her head with lies in an attempt to hate her own mother. Callie hoped whatever plan her mother had up her sleeve worked.

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opalpearl86 · 4 months

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Primal Desires: The Yautja's Mate

Chapter 1: The Hunt Begins

In the dense jungles of an alien planet, a female human named Amelia found herself lost and alone. Little did she know that she had stumbled upon the hunting grounds of the Yautja, a fearsome extraterrestrial species known for their breeding prowess and pride in their mates. Unbeknownst to Amelia, her body was entering a unique phase, emitting a scent that would drive the Yautja into a frenzy.

Chapter 2: The Clan Leader's Discovery

As Amelia's scent reached the nostrils of the Yautja clan leader, Zarak, he became consumed by an overwhelming desire to claim her as his own. Driven by his primal instincts, Zarak embarked on a relentless pursuit, determined to find the source of the intoxicating aroma. His senses led him straight to Amelia, who was unaware of the danger lurking in the shadows.

Chapter 3: The Mating Ritual

Zarak, a towering and muscular Yautja, approached Amelia with a mix of curiosity and desire. He recognized her as his destined mate, and his pride swelled at the thought of claiming her. With a mixture of caution and reverence, Zarak initiated the Yautja mating ritual, a dance of dominance and submission that would bind them together for eternity.

Chapter 4: The Changing Body

As Amelia's bond with Zarak deepened, her body began to undergo remarkable changes. Her skin took on a subtle luminescence, and her senses sharpened to match those of her Yautja mate. She marveled at her newfound strength and agility, embracing her transformation as she prepared to carry their hybrid offspring.

Chapter 5: The Super Long Labor

Months passed, and Amelia's pregnancy progressed. The Yautja hybrid growing within her was unlike anything the universe had ever seen. As the time for delivery approached, Amelia's body endured a grueling and prolonged labor, a testament to the unique nature of their hybrid offspring. Zarak stood by her side, offering unwavering support and encouragement.

Chapter 6: The Birth of a Hybrid

Finally, after an arduous labor, Amelia gave birth to a large, healthy human/Yautja hybrid pup. The child possessed the strength and resilience of the Yautja, combined with the compassion and intelligence of its human mother. Zarak's pride swelled as he held their child for the first time, knowing that their union had created a being that would forever change the destiny of their species.

Chapter 7: The Bond of Breastfeeding

As the hybrid pup grew, Amelia embraced her role as a mother, nourishing their child with her own milk. The bond between mother and child deepened, as did the connection between Zarak and his newfound family. Together, they formed an unbreakable bond, a testament to the power of love and the strength of their unique union.

Epilogue: A New Era Begins

Amelia, Zarak, and their hybrid pup became a symbol of hope and unity among the Yautja. Their extraordinary story spread throughout the galaxy, inspiring other Yautja to seek out human mates and embrace the potential of their hybrid offspring. As a new era dawned, the Yautja and humans forged an alliance, forever changing the course of their intertwined destinies.

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yaut-jaknowit · 1 year

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Let’s eat Gawain out

Tasting Her

Pairing: Gawtin (Female Yautja) x AFAB Reader

Warnings: Cunnilingus, oral sex (female recieving), dom!Gawtin, sub!reader, alien pussy, smut.

Word Count: 2942 (still not enough for our goddess)

Summary: Gawtin is extremely dominate. Even if you think you're in control, she controlling on what you do. This time is no different but it's well worth a try to get her to loosen up. You finally get to taste her.

Author Note: Fuck yes. Fucking yes. I've been waiting for this for so long. I have it in my writing prompts but I've been wanting someone to ask this. Thank you so much. I full heartily agree. I love her so much.

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It took countless times of begging, pleading, using puppy dog eyes to get Gawtin to relent. The Yautja males weren’t kidding when they said she was very dominate and stubborn. That you’ve learned after the time you’ve spent with here on her planet.

Qui’oky was over at his Auntie’s, Bziut-ty, The poor child didn’t need to be here while you and his mother played with one another. You blushed at the thought as you walked away from Bziut-ty dwelling. She called out to you, “Tell Gaw I say to take it easy on you this time. You poor thing needs to walk.” Your lips pressed together at her words, eyes widening.

When the first time you and Gawtin learned about each other’s bodies and went to retrieve Qui, she smelled the scent of sex on you. A bath didn’t get rid of it for a couple days, according to Bziut-ty and Gawtin. At that moment, you wanted the planet to swallow you whole. Even the males avoided you, you had been marked by her as hers.

Your footsteps quickened to return home to Gawtin. Who was waiting. Who was waiting for you. For you. Fuck. The nerves were starting to eat you alive. It was accompanied by excitement for what’s to come though. This was the first time you’ve done this before. Book and research do help but it can do so much compared to physically learning. Your hands tremble at your sides. God, you can do this. Its just Gawtin. She’ll help, guide you. She won’t get mad. She’s never been mad at you. You are learning, there nothing to be angry about that.

Everything is going to be okay.

Gawtin lied back on the concave bed covered in furs, completely naked and open to you. You’ve seen her before like this. So exposed to you. Yet, your eyes were pinned to her toned body like you’ve never seen the Yautja before.

As a breastfeeding mother, her breasts were slightly enlarged for the time being. A little weight had been gained during pregnancy from what you’ve been told. Not that you could tell. She was still toned like a body builder. She knew this was something you liked and happily showed you her body at every chance.

Your eyes drifting down to her open legs, lips pressed together at the sight. This was your chance, your first time at this. You couldn’t mess up. Not now. Be confident. You can do this. You took a step forward. Gawtin started to purr, resting on an elbow and eyes zeroed on you. The next step, you tripped on air and fell to your knees.

Immediately, you scrambled back to your feet and rushed the rest of the way into the bed, still clothed. You were knelt between her open legs when a hand softly wrapped around your neck, eyes snapping up to her. “Nervous?” she quietly questioned, easily reading you like an open book. All you could do was nod. Even as you tried to dominate her, you were already falling back into the submissive person she loved to devour. So adorable. “It is alright, artful one. We learn together. Do not fret.”

Her voice was honey and worked like a medicine. Your tense shoulders slumped, body softening. “Good ooman. So good.” A yelp escaped from you. She knew how to mess with you, push all the right buttons. “Now, please me.” You dipped your head down confidently. Gawtin squeezed your throat before releasing.

Foreplay was a must for you when it came to her penetrating you. Lube was always in the nightstand nearby, but this was different. You wanted to make this feel good for her. She deserves it after all the times she’s pleased with little thought about herself. This was your one chance; you couldn’t mess up.

It was a little difficult to straddle her lower stomach and not put much weight on her. Your knees didn’t even meet the ground on either side of Gawtin. Her only free hand came up and rested on your spread thigh.

Your hands trembled as you reached out and cupped a lower mandible. The purr that rumbled vibrated from her skin up that limb. A sweaty palm drifted down to rest on the column of the predator’s throat; though your digits didn’t even reach the sides where an important artery sat. Her eyes immediately narrowed, body tensing underneath you. Your heart thumping wildly within its bony cage.

Instead of freezing as your form so desperately wanted to, you leaned down, eyes locked onto her before her jaw got in the way. Your tongue licked up a stripe then teeth softly latching onto the flesh there. The Yautja tensed underneath you, breaths becoming shallow. Her claws starting to bite into the muscle that made up your thighs. “Good girl,” you tested the waters, now hiding from her sharp gaze.

A keen broke the quiet afterwards. Your jaw dropped at the sound before a wicked, confident smirk graced your face. Perfect. Exactly what you wanted. This meant Gawtin was opening up to this. Letting loose of the reins so you can show her the pleasure she bestows on you in the heat of the moment.

This gave you what was needed to continue. Your tongue started at the base of her throat on the other side again, repeating the earlier actions.

This time, Gawtin’s hips thrusted up, knocking you further up her body by a little. If only you had the strength to pin them down. “Does that feel good, love?” you questioned, voice becoming raspy. Your heart rate increasing as you felt yourself dampen your underwear. But this wasn’t about you. There were more important things at hand.

A few more licks and bites was feeding into your confidence, making you cocky. After releasing her from your teeth, you straightened your spine to stare down at the goddess panting. Her purple irises were overtaken by the black pupils. Her mandibles were twitching with energy. God, she was striking like this. She had to let you do this more if she looked and act like this. The power was phenomenal.

In the start of the moment, you paused any sexual action to bring your hand back to her lower jaw. “You look so beautiful, Gawtin,” you whispered underneath your breath, barely heard to your own ears. This was Gawtin we’re talking about. She heard you alright.

Green flew across your sight. Something sturdy latched around the column of your throat and shoved you back. Once you were off of her, it tugged your head forward, straight towards her glistening vagina. She released her physical hold on you but her blazing eyes were pinned onto you.

You placed your hands on her thighs as if that’ll keep them open if she closed them. Gawtin purred at you, vibrations could be felt throughout her body. You eyed up her exposed vagina, trying to figure out a game plan. This was your first timenas the giver.

It was definitely alien. Three clitorises, ribbed folds. Alien looking but beautiful. And it would be your first time eating her out. You hoped not to disappoint her.

With a hesitant thumb, you placed it on the upper clit, eyes snapping up to Gawtin. Her reaction was just deepening her purr and eyes slightly hooded. That thumb slid down then back up, your eyes still watching as Gawtin’s mandibles tightened to her face. You continued to do that action.

The Yautja laid a hand over yours and helped guide you. “Like this, artful one.” The limb was twisted, thumb still nested on her three clits but the middle two digits were placed on her moist entrance. Yet, your thumb was used to swab a little of her slick then it was returned back to its former spot. “Light circles.” You followed her command to a T.

The purr deep within her chest grew louder, hips thrusting up just an inch. “Yes,” she hissed as you played with all three clits at the same time. When the slick dried up each time, you kept dipping your thumb back down for more. “Like that. Keep do that.”

Whatever she commanded, you listened. No matter what position the two of you were in, she was always dominant. Even if you thought yourself would be. It was in her nature and yours to be.

As this continued in the same fashion, you grew hungry. You wanted a taste. This was what all this was about anyhow. She’s tasted you so many times before in different positions. Now, the opportunity has risen, and you were happily going to take it. With that, you leaned forward, hand twisting so your middle and ring finger were no longer in the way.

Your tongue flattened against the bottom of her entrance before dragging up. The taste and smell of Gawtin was striking. It wasn’t like anything you’ve ever had the chance to experience before. Your eyes narrowed. Gawtin keened again, stomach muscles flexing as she started to pant again. You were quick to go in for a second testing, tongue running over her three clits. This drew an actual moan from the alien before you.

Her gorgeous sound struck you deep within your core, your own clit throbbing. It was hidden beneath the layers of your clothing.

When you had to breath, not yet figuring out how to, “God, you taste delicious, love.” You dove back in for two more licks, letting your thumb play with her upper clit again. “Why didn’t you let me do this earlier?” you whined to her, burying your face back between her legs. By the gods, she should’ve given this opportunity to you ages ago.

The hands on her thighs switched to underneath them as if you could pull her closer. It was a hopefully action. Gawtin silently laughed at this but let you do what you wanted to. She wasn’t complaining at the feel of your tongue dipping between her folds. It wasn’t something she has ever felt before. Your words were completely truth. Maybe she should’ve let you do this more often when the opportunity appeared.

Then an idea came to your mind. When your tongue reached her upper clit, you paused then wrapped your soft lips around them. You sucked.

Gawtin keened, elbow failing to hold up her weight and back arching off the bed. Her deadly claws grasped at the pelts below, doing everything not to pull you closer and possibly injure you. Yet, the alien’s thick, powerful thighs locked around your head, completely trapping you. All sound blocked, leaving to just her taste and watch her back arch. You didn’t stop.

If you were to die, this was the way. You kept the same amount of pressure, unsure if sucking harder would over sensitize her. The last thing you wanted to do was hurt her. Everything was going good. Then you realized something worrying.

Your lungs were burning for oxygen.

But the way she looked so pretty and enticing. How could you be the monster to take that away from her? The beauty of her back arched, hands clawing for purchase, and the sound she made. Fuck, you wished she made more noises when she fucked you into the bed, marking you up for the males to know who you belong to.

The need overcame you though. It was instinct. You released the suction on her up clit. Gawtin’s thighs fell away from you. You were swift to pull back, lips glisten and puffy, drool dripping down your chin. Or was it Gawtin’s slick?

Shallow, rapid breaths filled up your lungs with air. Yet, your eyes were pinned down at the alien. Her eyes closed, chest doing the same as yours. Your gaze drifted down to find that upper clit to be bright green and engorged, two inches in length. You weren’t done with her though. She hadn’t come yet and it was your mission to make sure she did.

Before you dove back in, you smiled at her, love pooling in your irises. “I’m going to make you come. I’m not done. Don’t worry, love,” you promised her with a throaty voice. You returned back to your former position before she could speak a word.

Now you knew her weakness but would use it sparingly. Breathing was an, unfortunate, need for you. Instead, you went back to shoving your tongue between her folds to lick at her slick. It coated your chin at this point, something you were loving on. This is what you’ve been missing in life all these years: your head buried into an alien you loved’s cunt.

Gawtin’s hand finally released the pelt to grasp at the back of your head, entangling your hair. The purr started back up in full force, stuttering here and there. “So good, ooman. You’re doing so good for me. Keep doing that and I’ll come for you. You want to taste when I come?” She had gathered back her dominant personality to tell you that. She was in charge. There was no arguing about that.

You refused to pull back, away from her, and nodded rapid with a groan. She would get the point. God, she was so perfect like this. Still commanding you on what to do while you ate her out like a thirsty dog.

Nothing in the universe could stop you. Every three drags of your tongue, you would wrap your lips softly around one of her clits until each one was engorged and twitching. She tasted so different, but it was heavenly. She had to let you do this again. Maybe she will if you use those dear, sweat puppy eyes on her.

When you took a moment to breathe as the edges of your vision darkened, you laid wet kisses on the inside of her thighs. You even dared to suckle and bite them. Her claws dug into your scalp at the feeling. “Yes,” she hissed, “yes, keep going, artful one. I’m so close.” Your eyes were set ablaze at her words. This was all your doing. You were going to make her come with just your mouth.

At that thought, you continued licking up a stripe between her ribbed folds. Her thick thighs trembled on either side of your head. If she used her full strength, your head would probably pop like a grape but oh well.

Her moans gained pitch, on the verge of sounding needy as she tried to compose herself. Yet, the way you licked and suckle on her most intimate parts… she was falling apart quicker than she could gather herself.

Blazing heat exploded in her stomach, the band snapping. A deafening roar echoed in the room. Both of her hands grasped at your head and pulled you into her, nose squishing against her mound. You didn’t stop sucking, mindful of how much was too much. Gawtin’s thighs completely encased your head, pain flaring to life, but you pushed past it. This was about her. If you were to die, so be it.

Yet, that nagging, irritating need for air started to burn within your chest. Shit. Your vision first went blurry the long this went on, but you couldn’t stop. This was about her. So be it. You kept your lips locked around her clit, tongue lightly lapping at it. All your mind was saying was how good she was being and how gorgeous she looked like that.

She was goddess in the streets and sheets. The way she moved as she sparred or hunted. It always had you throbbing for her.

Gawtin’s thickly corded thighs and tensed arms finally released their deadly hold you. Your first reaction was to surge back, lungs harshly gasping for air. Tears were prickling the corner of your eyes as you peered down at her. She didn’t stay still.

Instead, she rushed towards you, hands coming to cup your cheeks. Your own holding onto her arms. “Are you okay? I apologize, I did not know-“ she asked, concern thick in her voice but you interrupted Gawtin by giggling. You pushed forward to straddle her torso and wrapped your arms around her neck.

“I fucking loved that, love. Please, I beg you, to let me do that again. If I have to, I will get on my knees,” you pleaded with her, eyes shining with tears. Your head was lightly pounding from the lack of oxygen and the shear strength of her thighs.

Nothing came from her. Gawtin stared at you for a few long moments. You hoped she was at least considering it. “You would look so pretty on your knees,” she trailed off at the thought quietly. Your lips pressed together. It was a possibility. Then, you licked at your lips. “And you did so good for me.” There she is. The dominate Gawtin we all know and love. Your cunt clenched around nothing.

She leaned forward, breath tickling over your moist skin. Then, her pink tongue darted out and licked at the slick probably dripping from your chin. Without meaning to, your hips jutted forward, clit dragging along her tensed torso.

“I am impressed. You did good. I shall allow you more opportunities in the future. But for now, think I should repay you.” Then an idea came to mind. You smirked.

“How about I show you a position we humans do?” Sixty-nine will be hard to with her size but lying down should help with that.

Once your explained it to her, Gawtin’s face broke with a smirk just yours. “You oomans do have good ideas once in awhile.”

#yautja smut #female yautja #yautja #smut #yautja x #yautja x reader #yautja x human #yautja x you #female predator #alien vs predator #predator #gawtin

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alexenglish · 5 months

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every time there's like a "woman's" focused try guys ep like pregnancy, breastfeeding, menstruation, etc -- i desperately wish the gender conscious members would neutralize their language and shift from "women" to "people who", etc. i think it would go a long way since they DO have a decent amount of videos about gender and have nonbinary guests and irrc, nonbinary staff. it sucks that even trans allies and people who are extremely gender conscious in some ways still perpetuate the alienating language of "maternal care."

#look a personal post #DISCLAIMER i haven't made it through the whole breastfeeding ep so maybe it comes up later #but it is a trend i've noticed in plenty of their videos and comments and etc #nearly everyone does it - it takes a lot of work to fully neutralize your language #but it would be sooo nice #shop talk

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iamthekaijuking · 9 months

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I was browsing the Piklopedia and found an interesting tidbit on one enemy, the rodent-like Bearded Amprat:

"It has several qualities unique to its ecosystem, such as breastfeeding its young, which may someday give rise to a whole new taxonomy of fauna here." --direct Piklopedia quote

And I just realized: most of the creatures of PNF-404 are either insects, fish, amphibians, various other invertebrates, plant-animal hybrids and bizarre geological beings--but the Bearded Amprat is the *only mammal*, barring Oatchi and the captains since they are aliens.

So either PNF 404 is some weird alternate Triassic Period and the Amprat is some kind of cynodont, or it's in a future where *all mammals* except the Amprat are extinct.

Which would be a neat possible shout out to the Poggle from The Future Is Wild!

That could be a cute reference! But I don’t think it takes place in an alternate Triassic, since it’s in the abandoned ruins of human civilization. Also the vast majority of pikmin enemies are insect sized, so the average rodent would probably be boss sized. The amprat is an outlier in rodent size since it’s mouse size.

We’ve also never seen any megafaunal species in pikmin before (except maybe the very largest enemies), so they could still be dominated by more recognizable families such as mammals.

There’s a lot of weird stuff and mystery going on with pikmin earth, and we’re just never told what’s going on.

#ask #questions #anon #anonymous #pikmin 4 #pikmin #speculative evolution #speculative zoology #speculative biology #bearded amprat

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sixx-writes · 1 year

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Mother

First Form/Imperfect Cell x Reader

Word Count: 4,868

cw: noncon, lactation, drug/toxin use, cunnilingus, overstimulation, breastfeeding

AO3 Version | Masterlist

Summary: AU where reader finds Cell’s egg in the woods and he’s just an alien instead of an android. (AKA my idea for Cell if he used a particular human as a surrogate ‘mother’ instead of eating people to reach his other forms). Meant to be scary/creepy so heed the tags for stuff you’re not comfy with but it is Cell after all so I hope I do it justice :D

Pt. 1 | 2 | 3

18+ ONLY NSFW BELOW THE CUT

The forest air is refreshing after weeks of working in the city it's absolute heaven to have these moments of silence to yourself. The leaves beneath your feet release a pleasant aroma as you hike along the old trail where you know not many people come anymore. You hadn't even bothered to bring your phone, the sounds of the birds your only background accompaniment, the only one that you actually needed for the next hour.

You'd brought along a pack with supplies for a picnic once you reached your destination, your stomach already starting to growl for lunch.

Your favorite spot by the pond is just as beautiful as you remember, a plush carpet of leaves covering the grass did nothing to hide how magical it was even in the fall. After your blanket was spread out and your lunch eaten you sat watching a pair of ducks circling over the water, their quacking audible from your spot. You started to space out like that, forgetting your troubles, when you heard a branch crack loudly somewhere off to your left from the way you'd came.

Automatically your head whipped around in the same direction trying to find the source.

While you'd never seen bears around the area there was the slim possibility of one showing up and you felt a little worried at leaving your phone in the car.

Off in the distance you saw.. something.

It was round and most certainly wasn't there when you'd came through the first time.

It lay beside a tree as if it had fallen from it like some type of nut but that was impossible because it appeared to be larger than a basketball and a pale shade of purple.

What the hell.

The insane idea that someone had followed you and was pulling some type of prank sprang to mind but no one had even known of your trip. You had decided on it as a spur of the moment once you'd found out your weekend was free.

As if magnetically compelled you rose to your feet and moved towards the object.

Upon reaching it you could see that it was covered in small spikes and had a seam around it's middle highlighted by a bright yellow band that you hadn't noticed at first. It looked dangerous somehow was your immediate thought but you dismissed it in annoyance instead kneeling down to get a closer look. You had no idea what it could be or where it had came from and tentatively reached a hand towards it.

It's surface was unnervingly warm to the touch as you trailed your fingers across it, tracing along the seam feeling your breathing quicken.

You had no idea why it made you feel so nervous all of a sudden just being near it yet you couldn't seem to leave it alone either, lifting it up and turning it over for clues.

Finding none you forced a dry swallow and a near hysterical little giggle at your own stupidity.

It was then you heard a very distinctive tapping coming from inside as if responding to your voice.

You almost dropped it then but something told you that you shouldn't and caught it at the last second before it slipped from your hands.

After that you felt too freaked out to remain in the forest any longer, quickly gathering your things back into your pack, and for some inexplicable reason the round thing sat in the seat next to you on the drive home. You'd tried to get it to reproduce the sound even speaking to it directly in a choked whisper leaving you to wonder if you'd heard what you thought you'd heard at all.

Your insomnia tended to make your mind play tricks on you on occasion and by the time you reached your driveway you felt stupid for panicking so easily.

With a sigh you gathered up your things taking them inside, unpacking the dirty storage containers from your lunch into the sink and setting the mystery object on the couch after finding an old towel first to lay across the cushions. Another thing you'd noticed about it was how unnaturally clean it was. If it had been in the forest for a while it should have had dirt or leaves stuck to it but there wasn't a single speck of detritus anywhere to be found.

You grabbed your phone from the counter and started checking your messages, finding only a text from your mom which made you roll your eyes in exasperation. Despite living on your own she insisted on checking up on you every single day and you quickly typed out a response before moving on to clean the house before tomorrow. It was Sunday and already late, you wouldn't have time to do the chores after work as you had a date planned with a co worker who had been asking you out for months.

At first, you'd been against it, shitting where you eat was strictly against the rules but then you realized somewhere along the way since moving out you'd started to feel lonely.

You'd thought about getting a pet but you didn't have time to spend with with a dog and you weren't really a cat person.

After you were finished you flopped down onto the couch glancing at the time, already 10:30 p.m., yawning in exhaustion. You decided to watch at least one episode of your favorite show before you slept flipping over to Netflix and hitting play. Your eyes started to droop only ten minutes in and around twenty you'd fallen asleep with your head next to the mystery orb.

Cr-ack.

You sat bolt upright confused at the loud noise that had awakened you.

It was dark except for the tv asking if you were still watching and you groaned at your misfortune. It was one of the rare times you had fallen asleep early and could have slept through the night.

"Shit."

You let your head fall back against the couch letting it roll to the side where you'd left the orb and--

--it wasn't there.

You blinked.

Huh?

Your phone lay next to you on the end table and you reached for it turning on the flashlight and shining it around the room thinking you had knocked it off to the floor while you were sleeping. However, it wasn't in the living room at all anywhere that you could see, even going as far as looking under the tv stand.

Your skin was starting to crawl as you went to hit the light switch and you heard something scurry across the floor behind you nearly making you scream. You whipped the flashlight around trying to see the source, aiming it towards the kitchen, and that's when you saw the orb. It was split into two halves down the seam with a viscous liquid pooling around it where it dripped from the inside all over the floor.

It's a fucking egg.

How the thought hadn't crossed your mind even once made you feel dumb even if the very idea of such a thing existing seemed ridiculous.

More scurrying, this time from the hallway.

You quickly flipped the kitchen light on mentally running down a list of possibilities. The most rational one was you calling the police and letting them remove whatever was currently running rampant in your house. The other more stupid one, the one that had you grabbing a broom for some meager sense of safety while you tried to find it by yourself, was the one you chose.

Like whatever had compelled you in the woods to bring the egg home was now compelling you not to involve other people. Not yet. You were curious more than anything and the moment someone else knew about it, the magic would be gone.

You heart stopped when you saw movement at the end of the hall where, thankfully, the basement door was closed.

Slowly, you brought the light up revealing the creature and it was.. you didn't know exactly.

It was small, chitinous, with four legs; it's body was that of an insect but it's eyes were something else. They held dark intelligence and appeared reptilian with slitted pupils as it assessed you in return. Already, it's body seemed to be too big to have fit inside the egg as if it had grown just in the short time since it had hatched. You wanted to turn on the hall light to get a better look at it but the switch was on the wall right above it's head and you still had no idea if it was dangerous.

It looks dangerous.

In fact every instinct was telling you to get the fuck out of your house asap but what happened instead was you kneeling down a safe distance away trying to appear non-threatening.

"Hi," you said softly, "I'm y/n."

You couldn't explain why it felt like the right thing to do introducing yourself but somehow it just did. The creature produced that same sound in response to your voice you had thought was tapping but it was coming from it's abdomen. An odd rasping that you'd heard before from grasshoppers in the summer.

Or cicadas.

It was unique to this thing and sounded like neither yet both at the same time.

It took a single step towards you and you couldn't suppress a flinch, noting it's hands and they way the three of it's fingers flexed across the linoleum. It's underdeveloped wings fluttered as it kept coming towards you and you couldn't help the wonder you felt despite your fear. It was a new species, of that you were sure, and once it was close enough you saw your hand go towards it, wanting to run your fingers over the dome of it's head.

It wasn't showing any aggression so you did just that, trembling fingertips lightly pressing at it's smooth carapace, lingering at the round protrusion in the center of it's forehead.

It continued to watch in silence until you stopped carefully pulling your hand back. No sudden movements seemed like a good idea.

"Are you hungry?"

What do I feed an alien bug creature. I'm pretty sure the convenience store can't help with this..

It made that rasping sound again and you weren't sure if it was just trying to copy your voice or if it was saying yes. Both seemed stupid to you and you sighed not really sure what to do. In the end you decided to just try offering it random things you had on hand that it might enjoy. You knew that many insects were vegetarian that were similar to it biologically speaking, not that it was much to go off of in this case, so you tried to offer it some fruit after slicing it up.

It examined your offering before violently slapping the plate away sending apple flying everywhere and startling you.

"A no would have sufficed," you muttered, cleaning up the mess.

In the end it refused every type of food including some raw chicken and hamburger so you gave up before your kitchen was destroyed as it was just annoying the little beast more than anything. You went over to the egg shell examining it more closely for any clues but there wasn't much to be found. Just traces of some type of membrane that must have held the creature while it developed.

You set it out of the way and started to scrub the floor before the weird fluid had a chance to dry the creature watching you the entire time instead of exploring or looking for a way to escape as you might have expected. It further led you to believe that it was intelligent after all.

"Fuck," you said out loud. You remembered you had to go to work in a few hours and that meant leaving this thing alone and unattended the entire day. And then there was your date to think about. You could try to call in sick but that still left your date. You didn't enjoy the idea of ruining the opportunity at having someone to keep your bed warm for companionship and other reasons.

Those other reasons that you hadn't addressed in months.

Stress and life had gotten in the way and the most action you'd had was your own fingers and your vibrator. You'd meant to get batteries for it on the way home the day before your plans were waylaid by whatever the hell this thing was now living in your house.

Why am I thinking of this like it's a permanent arrangement already?

Before leaving, you told the bug thing not to break your shit while you were away, reasoning with it as if it were a disobedient child. It only gave the same rasping answer at the sound of you speaking and you pinched the bridge of your nose already regretting your choices.

The day went by in a haze, partially from your insomnia, partially from being distracted by the alien you'd left in your house.

That was the conclusion you'd arrived at, there was no way something so bizarre could have ever been from earth, and it was more troubling than anything to think about. You had nearly forgotten your date altogether and cursed yourself for how easily your life was getting derailed. You needed to appear normal if you wanted to keep this secret to yourself if your few close friends started to worry about you that would only mean that they would try to pay you a visit.

Your date, a sandy haired guy named Taylor, had made reservations at a Chinese place about an hour away from your town and you tried your best to seem present. Laughing when appropriate and pretending to be interested when he told a story about his sister winning at some game show but your thoughts wouldn't stop wandering.

"Hm?" you said.

"I said are you alright? You've barely eaten and you seem a little out of it today," Taylor is frowning with concern which is the last thing you needed. You made up a lie involving your insomnia. Thankfully you had a valid reason you could back up with evidence from your doctor so he let it go. You apologized for not feeling well and the two of you went your separate ways for the evening.

You didn't feel relief until the keys were in your front door and you were on the way inside your house, calling out for the bug.

You don't see it anywhere at first and after searching the entire upstairs twice over you decide to check the basement. The door is ajar which is alarming, you were certain you'd shut it before you'd left, already feeling uneasy. You went for a stronger flashlight from the pantry before returning and slowly pushing the door around. You hated yourself for never getting the ceiling light repaired from when it broke almost six months ago.

Horror movie cliche moment.

"Are you down here?" your voice was quiet to your own ears. You nearly screamed on the fourth step down when it creaked loudly making your grasp on the flashlight loosen at the same time so it nearly tumbled through your fingers. You stopped on the stairs near the bottom, sweeping the beam around in the darkness until you found what you were looking for. Your legs felt like jelly with relief until..

..you noticed it was just an empty shell.

The bug's body, or its chrysalis, sat in the corner. It's back was split open and more of that viscous fluid was everywhere.

Gooseflesh erupted all over your body and you had the very distinct feeling that you were being watched all of a sudden.

Without waiting another second you bolted back up the stairs, slamming the door behind you and locking the deadbolt before running into your bedroom and shutting it as well and locking it. You curled your knees to your chest as the weight of what was happening started to set in. The realization of just how much you were out of your depth was a cold hard pill to take.

You needed to call the police.

You needed to..

Your eyes slid across the floor noticing the large puddles of fluid that you hadn't before leading to the side of your bed.

Almost as if..

No.

You couldn't believe that.

You refused to believe that.

Then you heard a sound coming from underneath you. The insect rasping of the alien that distorted into a man's voice. A low masculine humming that made your stomach feel like it was going to fall out of your ass any second. Many things hit you at once. Notably how it was waiting here for you all along and you had just locked yourself inside with it being the most prominent.

That low humming continued while you hyperventilated trying to gather the courage for what you would have to do next.

You made it as far as your hand around the doorknob before something was around your ankle, tripping you and sending you to the floor on your stomach with a pained grunt.

Automatically your hands flew to the thing that had a hold on you trying to pry it off, your fear numbed brain mistaking whatever it was for a snake at first, until you noticed the deadly barb at the end. A tentacle? A tail? You don't know and you don't care, unable to keep yourself from yelling in full blown panic as you thrashed. The bed shook and lifted off the floor knocking against the table with the lamp on it sending it to the floor to join you with a definitive crash and plunging the room into darkness.

In the final moments before you're left blind you caught a glimpse of two pale pink eyes staring back at you from under the bed.

You continued to fight until something rose up in front of the window.

An incomprehensible shape with too many sharp edges and absolutely massive in size is silhouetted by the moonlight shocking you into momentary submission.

"I'm hungry," it said in a raspy, human, baritone making your heart flip unevenly.

You've never been so afraid. Not even when you'd stolen your mom's car and flipped it into a ditch when you were a teenager could you recall anything so fucking terrifying happening to you.

It's tail snaked it's way around your mid section and flung you back onto the bed, reversing your positions so you could get a look at it.

You thought your heart might just stop altogether at the sight of the insect humanoid that filled the other side of the room. At your expression of absolute horror it's mouth orifice, more like a beak, twisted into an amused smirk that you didn't like the look of one bit. Though it hadn't done anything to harm you so far the only feelings you got from the creature were pure malevolence.

You scrambled backwards trying to make it off the other side of the bed but before you could the alien darted forward in a movement too fast for you to follow kicking the side and slamming it into the wall effectively trapping you. When you'd originally moved into your house you had been surprised at how big your bedroom was. Almost too big. Now, with your back against the wall and knees against against your chest trying to make yourself shrink by sheer willpower alone, the room was the same size as a cardboard box.

You jumped when it's fingers met your leg lightly stroking it over your sweats. A moment of deceptive gentleness before it had you in a crushing grip, dragging you back out to the edge of the mattress, literally kicking and screaming until your thighs hit the hard exoskeleton covering it's hips. It didn't seem to mind your resistance at all, still smiling in amusement while you wondered how exactly it planned to kill you. You had your answer when the barb of it's tail was at your throat making you go still instantly for fear of cutting yourself in your struggles.

Both of your hands were pinned above your head in one of it's own while it traced your pulse just light enough not to cut.

"What are you?" you were stunned that your voice came out at all, choked and fragile as you sounded.

Slitted pupils constricted at the question, "I'm Cell. It's a pleasure to meet you."

Before you could react you felt a sharp prick into your neck and your mouth dropped open soundlessly. The effects of it were immediate, your body started to tingle at first like a limb falling asleep, and then it felt like fire was spreading out through every vein and blood vessel. You didn't notice when it, Cell, released your wrists, your eyes rolled up into your head while you convulsed, an unknown toxin circulating through your body.

This is it. I'm going to die to some weird alien bug freak like a complete jackass.

You resented yourself more than the creature during those moments of pure agony knowing that everything happening to you could have been prevented. You at least took solace that it was you instead of another innocent hiker in an attempt at trying to find a silver lining. But then, those full body spasms finally stopped, and the awful pain started to abate leaving you drenched in a cold sweat. You panted trying to center your thoughts seeing double of Cell's face hovering over you and you wondered if you had brain damage.

Your vision finally centered itself but you could tell that something still wasn't right. You felt a pulsing in your breasts that made your eyes widen in confusion as your nipples became hyper sensitive, "What did you do to me?"

"Just rewriting your biology a bit for my needs."

Your shirt was dragged up exposing your bra and you discovered that your arms were like twin lead weights attached to your shoulders refusing to lift even an inch to fight back. To your increasing terror you noticed that the fabric of your bra cups was wet and your immediate assumption was that you were bleeding. Cell impatiently snapped the middle of the garment into two halves like it was nothing freeing your aching mounds to the cool air which gave some relief to whatever was happening.

Cell's tongue slipped out, obscenely long and dripping with saliva, dragging across one of your wet nipples and you gave a loud sexual moan in response. Because it felt good and that was somehow worse than if it had hurt you. His hand came up and massaged your throbbing tissues encouraging more of the fluid to come out. You were moaning and panting ceaselessly under him, still unable to move, but if you had you would have probably gripped his head encouraging him to do it harder because it just wasn't enough.

You wanted him to suck your tits although it clearly wasn't possible and you let out a frustrated growl.

"What's wrong? I thought you wanted to escape?" Cell drawled mocking you.

A playful nip from his beak at one of your over-sensitized buds dissolved any response you were about to give and instead all you could manage was a string of incoherent noise. Cell chuckled darkly, his tail coming back up over his shoulder, and you were too weak and desperate to feel afraid anymore seeing that deadly stinger poised over you for the second time.

Not even when it opened up at the end into a gaping orifice of some kind dripping with sticky fluids along the folds of it's insides.

The only thing you felt was morbid fascination as he brought it down to your unoccupied breast, adding to the mess of already leaking fluid where it drooled onto your skin, before suctioning your flesh into a tight wet vacuum. You whined at the sensation of it's rhythmic pulsing and Cell let out a groan of his own as he milked you feeding off of your induced lactation.

You had barely noticed how soaked you were between your legs until Cell started to move lower, his long tongue slithering over your stomach until it hit the band of your sweats. It jolted you into some level of lucidity when it dipped underneath threatening entry into your panties while Cell's unblinking predatory stare stayed on your face watching your strained expressions closely.

"Wait," you said remembering that you should be trying to stop what was happening.

Surprisingly he listened to you, the tip of his tongue paused just above your slit, so close to brushing your aching clit where you suddenly needed attention more than anything. He was smirking at you knowingly, the scent of your arousal very obvious to his keen sense of smell and very thick hanging around the two of you. He could wait if it meant that you would surrender on your own. It only made what came next that much sweeter.

Your nerve endings were pure fire by then, every inch of your skin was over-sensitive and adding to the pressure between your legs from even the lightest caress. Every suck at your breast sent a throbbing sensation straight to your cunt so intense it felt as if you would come without being touched there. Cell's tail detached from your breast with an indecent pop before moving to the other setting off even more pleasurable sensations after being neglected for so long.

"I.."

"Yes?" Cell was enjoying your suffering a great deal, "What do you want, human? Try using your words."

He could see the pain in your face as you struggled to fight against your urges and it made him wish he had already attained his Perfect form to give you what you what you truly desired.

"God. I just.. need.."

You weren't making sense inside your head or out of it trying to piece your thoughts into something coherent just wasn't happening.

"L-Let me.. I need you to let me.. c-come," wasn't what you had wanted to say. You wanted to tell Cell to stop and let you go but that was before you were reduced to a weak drooling version of yourself that just needed her pussy licked and filled with something. Otherwise you were going to go insane.

Another sinister chuckle came from between your legs before he obliged your request and let that disgusting tongue slither into your panties. It took hardly any effort, dragging between the swollen flesh of your pussy lips back and forth across your clit only a few times brought you to orgasm. Your entire body tensed violently and your mouth dropped open into a silent scream of near agony from pleasure so mind numbing you could hardly take it. Cell didn't give you a chance to recover, still stroking across the engorged nub far past the point of over stimulation, but you were simply too weak to say or do anything to make it stop.

Your second orgasm was just as strong and this time you did manage to scream drowning out the vulgar symphony of wet sounds being performed on your body as Cell devoured you. You were relieved for only a moment when he finally stopped lapping at your clit only to plunge inside you instead. Your back arched off of the bed in response as you tried to close your thighs around his head. Cell easily spread them back apart as wide as they would go plunging his tongue in and out of your dripping cunt while rolling it along the insides making sure to stimulate that spongy patch of nerves that made you lose the temporary control you had regained over your muscles.

"You leak more when I do this. Does it feel good?" Cell's voice seemed to come from far off. He sounded amused.

"Yes. Don't stop."

"Then look at me."

You managed to lift your head enough to see the alien tongue fucking your cunt, his hand spread over your stomach to hold you down, and when you did as he asked he moved it out of the way. Your eyes nearly bugged out of your head when you realized you could see his tongue beneath your skin rippling with each thrust. It was utterly grotesque and made you come harder than you ever had before; every contraction of your orgasm so powerful that his movements stopped almost entirely from how tight you were. You let your head fall back burying your face in your hands completely overwhelmed by it all on the verge of guttural sobbing.

You weren't sure how much longer it went on for like that until you were completely drained and Cell had his fill finally releasing you from his horrifically pleasurable torture.

"I will see you again soon, human. Try not to run too far," he said, before leaving you alone in your room.

You heard the front door opening before you passed out already mentally making plans to sell the house.

#imperfect cell x reader #semi-perfect cell x reader #perfect cell x reader #imperfect cell #semi-perfect cell #perfect cell #dragon ball #smut

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fanfic-lover-girl · 2 years

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Mater's Regret

Wrote this in like 15mins on a bus ride. Writing is definitely easy when you have a solid idea :). I'm actually liking the word play for OC names.

Like my Mama Padme story, I am trying to work towards my OC and Luke having a healthy relationship. I don't believe in either gender dominating over the other in real life.

Summary: Mater reflects on her relationship with Luke after her heat.

TW: domestic abuse, reference to non-sexual breastfeeding of young adult, toxic female dominance

Mater lowered her head after her comm once again rang without an answer. Her sisters gazed at her with sympathy. "Prince Luke still ignoring you?" her oldest sister Uwa asked. Mater sighed in response and tossed the useless comm onto the floor.

Mam, her immediate older sister, scoffed, "You're too soft on him. You need to take control of your guy." Mater clenched her fists while Uwa frowned at her, "Our duty is to care for our families, Mam. Including our husbands. Not to control them." Mam rolled her eyes and muttered, "Keep telling yourself that." A low snarl emitted from the corner of the room and Mam responded with an even louder growl, her scent harsh and putrid and eyes flashing. The snarl tapered off.

Uwa shook her head in disgust, "The way you treat your intended is atrocious! I would never treat Mitis like that-" "Well Mitis is a toothless tooka. I could step on the man, and he'd ask if my foot was hurt by his hair. Sue me for wanting a more challenging partner!"

Mater sat silently as her sisters began their old argument once again. She turned to look at her future brother in law who stewed in the corner of the room. The man was shaking, in fear or anger, she was not sure. Women of her species sometimes found happiness with males of other races but it could be hard. Dura was obviously not doing well, and the flaming scratches along his body indicated that he and her sister had another fight.

She pictured Luke in Dura's place and cringed violently. No, Luke did not deserve that. She could never hurt him like that. That's if Luke ever talked to her again.

After her heat ended, Mater was flying high. It was a relief caring for Luke again, but he was not pleased. She would have preferred him screaming at her instead of his cold eyes and silence. At the memory, she swallowed back tears.

Like Mam, she found the men of her species uninteresting. It's not as if she had a shortage of suitors either. But she didn't want to be in charge all the time. When she heard about the campaign to find a consort for the imperial prince, she immediately jumped on board. Her sisters laughed at her, saying she stood no chance against aristocrat women from Coruscant. She didn't care. There was something about the prince that intrigued her. When she saw him in person for the first time, sitting on his father's lap, she knew she wanted him.

Despite being Vader's son, Luke was so sweet. Nursing him that first time was one of the best moments of her life. She had never thought she would feel bonded to someone to that degree. When Luke tried impressing her later on, Mater was flattered. No guy had ever treated her like that before. She loved looking after Luke, but he made her feel special in a way that her suitors' submission never could. His friendship meant a lot to her and she knew she could rely on him. She did her best to be there for him too. And now she ruined everything because she couldn't control herself. Betrayed his trust.

Part of her blamed Luke for reducing her to that crazed state in the first place. Saw him as being somewhat selfish. An even smaller part of her was irritated at him even attempting to rebel against her. But she dismissed those thoughts with a shake of her head.

She did not want a doll or a dog. She wanted Luke. And she would do anything to make it up to him somehow. At least she knew the emperor favored her. She bit her lip as a pang of guilt hit her. Another way she contributed to Luke's lack of control over his life. She squared her shoulders and marched over to the discarded comm, ignoring her still bickering sisters. She would not give up until she heard back from Luke. He deserved an apology.

#star wars #star wars fanfiction #domestic abuse #reference to nonsexual breastfeeding #luke skywalker #female oc #alien biology #toxic female dominance #progress towards a healthy relationship #loss of trust

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thesmokingguns · 2 years

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Postpartum

Warnings: Descriptions of pregnancy and postpartum themes including body dysmorphia, blood, mental health crisis thoughts, and hormone issues. Mentions of breastfeeding and sex, breeding kink

MINORS DNI18+

No one tells you a lot of things about having a baby. Although it did seem that everyone shared with you all the horror stories that they experienced when giving birth. Things from people not believing they were in actual labor so the mother held the head of the baby that was very much coming out to judgy staff who told a mother she should try to breastfeed the baby and wouldn’t give her formula to feed him.

No one talks about after birth where you still need to push out a placenta all while you’re eyeing the room as nurses wash off and check on the baby to make sure they’re born healthy. Your anxiety peaks until they place this wrinkled little alien looking thing on your chest and tell you it’s okay. No one tells you about how the father is treated like the hero as he cuts the umbilical cord and you bleed out in a bed, sweat attached to your brow as you realize this alien thing is your baby and they’re perfect.

No one talks about how after birth you’re given all these vitamins including a pill that will soften your stool because the first poop feels like you’re being ripped open again. No one talks about how your nipples ache as you worry if the baby is getting enough milk. Or the feeling of how you may never get another night of uninterrupted sleep again in your life because you wake up ten thousand times to feed or change a diaper or worse, to pair in the bassinet with bated breath just to make sure they’re still breathing.

No one told you about the hormones that were currently raging at three weeks postpartum. How when the doctor had said to you that you need to wait six weeks to have sexs you hadn’t expected it to feel like it was a lifetime. How sometimes when your husband is at the studio you look in the mirror at the way your stomach looks now. Gone is the smooth flat skin and replaced is what looks like oatmeal where your skin used to be. When the doctor at the one week checkup saw your body he had said in a few weeks you could get that fixed. The idea your body needed plastic surgery to be fixed had made you queasy.

All that coconut butter oil you constantly smelled like for nine months had proven to be utterly useless.

But the thing that bothered you the most about everything about postpartum was just how attractive your husband would find you. And how you would, even in your fog of half awake state, would react to it so openly. It seemed like it was the first time in your life that you wanted to give him blow jobs, loving the way you got so aroused at the feeling of his cock in your mouth. His fingers in your hair as you sunk to your knees as he laid back on the couch, telling you how much he wanted to fuck you as your tongue licked at his shaft, fingers tugging on his ballsack.

And you wanted to be fucked, made to feel worthy and sexy and not like the milkmaid mother.

Three weeks in your pussy ached, needy and wanting him. Not thinking about how you had just pushed out a baby and needed to heal. Not thinking about how you had two stitches put in to sew back your body. As you sat naked on him, the pair of you knew you were acting irresponsible. Slash had looked at you with those deep eyes, placing you on top so that you could control everything and you could move at the pace that didn't hurt.

The plan was to just dry hump. To let his cock rub between your pussy as you mimicked the act of sex. Your poor little clit was so engorged and needy. The feeling of his cock between your thighs was almost enough to make you cum. Slowly you moved, your hips rotating as you bumped against him, getting his cock wet from the way you moved. The dark curls on his pelvis, sticky from what seemed to be a river of arousal running from your body.

You wanted to beg for more, just the tip because you were so close. But as you looked down you glanced at your body, the milk spilling from your tits and Slash eyed you. His hand moved to your back as he sat up to make sure that you didn't run away.

“I’m-”

“Shhh, I’ll take care of you.” he cooed in response. YOu expected him to get a towel, a shirt, anything but his tongue. BUt he was licking your skin, moaning at the taste and leaving these red welts as he cleaned you off.

The flat of his tongue as he lapped over your breasts, avoiding the swollen nipples that were ready to leak. Your breasts were firm, harder than he imagined under his tongue and he could feel the engorgement. He knew you had fed the baby and pumped as you put them down for a nap, so all this milk seemed like excess and he wanted to try some.

The feeling of your husband's mouth on your nipple was jarring, you had been so accustomed to it before the baby but now you weren't sure how to react. His lips were bigger and he used his tongue. It was a completely different feeling that the ache of breastfeeding and you allowed yourself to separate the two and continue to be aroused.

He was cupping your breasts, squeezing as he drank your mouth, his hand on your back pushing you so you could continues rolling your hips on his cock, Your milk was draining, breasts feeling less sore as you watched him switch to the other breast, eyes glancing up at you as you nodded, hand moving around his head and into the curls of his hair to hold him there.

“Just like that, you’re doing so good.” you praised him and felt the way his cock twitched under you at the attention. The way his cock jump made you want him more, made you want to fuck him but you knew that that would be too much so you kept at it slow, letting the tip just tease the skin of your opening.

You weren’t on birth control yet and the idea of him cumming inside of you and making another baby was both exciting and terrifying. WHich was exactly what you needed to orgasm. You kept the head of his cock there. Something that used to push into you so easily was now stuck outside, so eager to fill you.

His tongue swirled around your milky nipple tugging it as he swallowed the warm milk you made and shifted his fingers between your bodies. He wanted to see what it would be like to have you cum like this. He wanted to be sucking those big tits of yours as you came apart just from sitting on his cock, not even keeping it inside of you.

Slash knew you had him against your entrance and he knew what you were thinking about without you even saying anything.

“Cum for me. I’m so close from sucking on your tits. I’m going to fill you with another baby so you can feed me forever.” your eyes flashed down at him, his words the push you needed.

Just the tip of his cock inside of you and you squeezed down, orgasm breakinga s he toyed with your clit. Your milk sprayed, surprising him as he tried to suck harder, lapping it up as you felt the wetness between your legs grow as he shot his cum inside of you. The flushed feeling of him breeding you so soon after another baby.

There was no shame as he pulled off you, resting his head between your breasts as you stroked his hair. He was exhausted from cumming and from drinking so much. He was already thinking about how he wanted to crawl into bed with you tonight. To hold you down as he fucked you fucked anotehr baby into you. How you would feel around him as he drank from your tits again. The fantasy was making him hard again and you flushed, having had similar thoughts of how you could roleplay through the pain of sex.

Both of you could always just blame the hormones.

And at least now you understood why people didn't talk about it. Why ruin the best surprise out there?

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peachycrime · 11 months

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i don’t think i’ve watched a single Avatar (2009) edit abt Neytiri and there wasn’t someone in the comments on some, “did we just get flashed?”🤓 like tf??? Why was that your only focus bro? Like these are indigenous aliens…why are you shocked that they confine to human social etiquette??

Idk it always shocks me the immaturity that surrounds nudity in media, culture and etc. it could a woman breastfeeding and ppl go wild

Maybe i’m overreacting…oh well🤷🏿‍♀️

#avatar the way of water #neytiri #avatar james cameron #jake sully #avatar 2009

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kyouryokusenshi · 9 months

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Hello! If you can some time can you please write a Fic based on what Mulder and Scully are doing now., After season 11 with the new baby? I keep thinking And wonder how they are doing with the new baby who’s now 3 months old, I thought about how the baby keeps them up at night. If any of them gone back to the FBI, just complete fluff, some romance too please

Happy to oblige! @today-in-fic @xfilesfics-blog @x-files-fics

Their daughter, Katie or Kit, as Mulder had decided while she was still in her mother’s womb, had arrived, happy and healthy, filling their lives with a new sense of purpose and joy. They had exchanged their high-stress jobs for a quieter life, opting to reside in the unremarkable house, hoping it would be a haven for their newfound family. Scully would return to the hospital part-time after maternity leave and Mulder would take on some consulting projects as he finished his book.

Mulder and Scully quickly realized that navigating parenthood was an entirely different challenge compared to their days spent chasing the paranormal especially as they were much older than other parents. Sleepless nights were now the norm, as little Kit seemed to have an aversion to sleep, preferring the midnight hours for cooing and crying as newborns do.

As they stood together in the dimly lit nursery, which was painted a sage green and decorated with blush pinks and forest animals, they watched their daughter fuss and wriggle. Mulder couldn't help but crack a small smile. "I wonder what she's dreaming about," he mused, his eyes fixated on Kit's tiny face.

Scully sighed softly, gently rocking Kit in her arms. "I'm not sure, but I hope it's not aliens or monsters," she replied with a playful grin.

The nights became long and challenging, but Mulder and Scully approached parenthood with their usual determination and teamwork. They took turns comforting Kit, pacing the living room in the wee hours, whispering soothing words and singing lullabies that Mulder had discovered in an old X-File about nursery rhymes. While they might not have solved the mystery of sleep deprivation just yet, they were in this together, and that made all the difference.

Scully sat comfortably in the nursery, a sense of peace washing over her as she cradled Kit in her arms. The soft glow of the nightlight illuminated the room, creating an intimate ambiance between mother and child. Kit's tiny hand clasped onto Scully's finger, her daughter’s eyes locked onto her with the purest gaze she had ever seen.

Breastfeeding had become a cherished routine for Scully and Kit, a time for them to connect in a way that was both primal and profound. She marveled at the miracle of life as her body provided nourishment for her growing daughter, a bond that was uniquely theirs.

Scully adjusted her position, bringing Kit closer to her chest, and she latched on instinctively, her tiny mouth eagerly seeking sustenance. As she nursed, Scully gently stroked her soft chestnut hair with her free hand, savoring the sensation of their skin touching and the rhythmic rise and fall of her breath against her.

In those quiet moments, Scully's mind wandered back to the journey that had led her here. The years of investigating the unexplained, the loss and heartache they had endured, and the moments of doubt and uncertainty had all culminated in this precious gift she held in her arms. Kit was a symbol of hope and love, a beacon of light in a world that often seemed shrouded in darkness. This impossible miracle made her a mother again.

She felt a profound sense of gratitude for this little life she had helped bring into the world, and for Mulder who had stood by her side through it all. He had been her rock, supporting her throughout the challenges of pregnancy and childbirth, and embracing the role of a devoted father with enthusiasm and tenderness as she knew he would.

As Kit finished nursing, her eyes slowly began to drift shut, her tiny body content and comforted. Scully carefully burped her, enjoying the gentle coos and sighs that escaped her as she settled into her arms. She couldn't help but smile, overwhelmed by the depth of her love for this precious little being.

In those quiet, private moments, Scully felt an unbreakable connection to her daughter. It was as if the act of breastfeeding transcended the physical exchange of milk; it became a sacred bond that united them on a level beyond words. She knew that she would do anything to protect her, nurture her, and guide her through life's twists and turns.

As she lay Kit down in her crib, she brushed a tender kiss on her forehead and whispered, "Sleep tight my little one. I'll be right here whenever you need me."

In the darkness of the nursery, Scully quietly left the room, her heart full of love and contentment. She knew that the journey of motherhood had only just begun, with its challenges and joys yet to unfold, but she was ready to embrace it all – armed with the strength of a mother's love and the knowledge that she and Kit shared an unbreakable bond, nurtured with each precious moment spent breastfeeding.

During the day, Mulder reveled in his role as a father and it made Scully’s heart surge each time she watched the two of them together. He'd cradle Kit in his arms and tell her wild tales about his adventures, substituting UFOs with flying storks and mythical creatures for gentle, fantastical animals. Scully would often roll her eyes and tell him not to scare their daughter, but secretly, she appreciated the whimsy he brought to their lives.

Mulder's heart swelled with love and awe as he cradled his baby girl in his arms. Her tiny fingers wrapped around his thumb, and he marveled at the fragility and resilience of this little being. He had always been a man of mysteries and enigmas, but nothing could compare to the wonder he felt holding his own flesh and blood, a feeling he’d only been able to capture once before, so many years ago.

Mulder had been looking forward to bonding with Kit ever since they found out they were having a girl. As he gazed into her eyes, he couldn't help but see flickers of Scully in her features, and he knew that this little girl would have the same determination and strength that had captivated him from the moment they met.

He'd spend hours with Kit, talking to her about everything and anything, even though he knew she couldn't understand a word he said. Mulder had a penchant for storytelling, and he'd regale her with tales of his adventures as an X-Files agent. Kit would coo and babble in response as if she knew he was sharing a special part of himself with her.

One of Mulder's favorite activities with Kit was dancing. He'd put on some old rock 'n' roll tunes and sway gently with her in his arms, feeling the beat of the music coursing through their bodies. It was their private dance party, or so he thought, a moment of joy amidst the chaos of the world.

Through the ups and downs of parenthood, Mulder cherished the moments he spent with Kit, knowing that they were creating memories that would last a lifetime. He couldn't wait to see what the future held for his daughter, but he knew one thing for certain - their bond was unbreakable, and he would always be there for her, just as he knew Scully would be.

In Kit, Mulder found a kindred spirit, someone who reminded him of the beauty and magic of life. She was his little miracle, and he was determined to be the best father he could be for her, navigating the mysteries of parenthood with the same sense of wonder and determination that had defined his life as an X-Files agent. Together, they were a team, ready to face whatever the world had in store for them.

As Kit began to grow, so did their love for her. They marveled at each new milestone, from her first giggle to her tiny hands grasping at their fingers. Mulder and Scully's hearts swelled with pride, in utter disbelief that this tiny impossible baby was theirs.

One evening, as the sun dipped below the horizon, painting the sky with hues of pink and gold, Mulder and Scully found themselves on the porch of the unremarkable house, watching Kit sleeping soundly in her crib through the window.

"You know, Scully," Mulder began, breaking the comfortable silence between them, "I used to believe that the truth was 'out there,' and maybe it still is. But right now, the truth is right here, in this house, at this moment."

Scully turned to him, a tender smile gracing her lips. "You're right, Mulder. Our little family is the most remarkable thing in the world to me. I wouldn't trade this for anything."

Mulder and Scully sat together on the couch in their living room, the soft glow of the evening sun casting a warm light across the room. Between them lay their three-month-old baby girl nestled in a soft blanket, her eyes blinking sleepily as she observed her surroundings.

Mulder gently brushed a finger against Kit's tiny hand, causing her to close her fingers around his in a gentle grip. He smiled down at her, his heart full of wonder and love. "She's amazing, Scully," he said, his voice soft with awe.

Scully nodded, a radiant smile spreading across her face. "Yes, she is," she replied, her voice filled with a mix of tenderness and pride. "I love her so much."

Mulder leaned over and pressed a soft kiss on the top of Kit's head, inhaling the sweet scent of baby shampoo. "It's incredible, isn't it?" he said, his eyes never leaving his daughter's face. "How someone so small can bring so much joy and meaning to our lives."

Scully's hand found Mulder's, and their fingers intertwined as they sat together, savoring the quiet moment. Kit let out a soft coo, and Scully chuckled. "She's quite the chatterbox, just like her father," she said affectionately, looking at Mulder with a fond smile.

Mulder raised an eyebrow playfully. "Are you saying I talk too much, Scully?" he teased, his eyes twinkling.

Scully laughed softly. "You know what I mean," she replied, giving his hand a playful squeeze. "But I wouldn't have it any other way. I love listening to you talk about everything and anything, especially when it's about her."

As they continued to marvel at their daughter, Mulder and Scully found themselves reflecting on the journey that had brought them to this moment - a journey filled with challenges, heartaches, and moments of joy. But they both knew that Kit was their greatest gift, a testament to their love and resilience.

"She's got your eyes," Mulder remarked, his voice tinged with emotion. "And your strength, Scully. I can see it already."

Scully leaned against Mulder's shoulder, resting her head on him. "And she's got your hair and your sense of wonder, Mulder," she said softly.

Mulder wrapped an arm around Scully, pulling her closer, creating a cocoon of love and warmth around their little family.

At that moment, as they sat together, Mulder, Scully, and Kit, they knew that they were embarking on a new chapter of their lives - one filled with the joys and challenges of parenthood. And as they looked at their daughter, they knew that love would guide them through every step of the journey, making them stronger, closer, and more complete than ever before.

#xfilesfanfic #mulderandscully #mystruggleiv #msr #thexfiles

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chunkowitz-too · 8 months

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I’d love to hear more about android L ❤️

Oooh sure!!

So for those who don’t know: L is an astronaut who died in space but was revived as a bio-android by the same alien species that raised S. He is S’ assistant on her research ship.

The android body that he inhabits was designed for incubating and breastfeeding live young, but his mind is the same as it was before he was revived. This presents as somewhat of a problem, as he is horrified of the idea of being impregnated, but the thing is that his body is designed to desire it more than anything. So he struggles constantly with a battle between his mind and his newfound raging maternal hormones.

Outside of that though: he’s a skilled technician with a snarky, disillusioned attitude. S is a very happy go lucky person meanwhile L is always a little cranky about something. He does find S to be very cute though, but I think that due to his circumstances he feels as though he must suppress all of his feelings and desires because he isn’t sure what he feels is true or just his programming.

Eventually though he starts to let his guard down around her, and they become very close. The only issue though is that the more intimate he gets with S, the stronger his hormonal programming becomes. It gets to a point where he constantly dreams of her impregnating him, and every time he wakes up it gets harder and harder to distance himself from those desires.

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violetjedisylveon · 1 month

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Chapter 9 - Life Day

Kaesoka family AU

summary: Ahsoka, Kaeden and their shipmates celebrate Life Day. Which is a lot harder with kids running around trying to help.

Word count: 3.3k

Warnings: none! It's pure fluff!

A/N: A Life Day chapter in March?! Yes, it was supposed to be for the holidays but it's late so \ (ツ) /

I'd like the winter to come back. Spring means grass and that means allergies and That means I can't do my college work. I also don't like the heat, my preferred temperature range is like 40 to 66 with wind cause I hate getting too hot.

Anyway, enjoy the fluffy out of season gays.

Kaesoka Family AU Masterpost

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Kaeden pulled her hair over her shoulder, keeping it out of her teething baby’s grasp. Padmé grunted and wiggled unhappily in her baby carrier.

She sighed and tried to ignore the little kicks to her back as she rolled the maij leh (Togruti: meat leaf) Ahsoka had managed to acquire on her last supply run.

The thin, soft chewy fungus was an ideal teething toy, at least until they got their hands on a proper teething toy. Due to the Empire's xenophobia, many species had taken their more odd products off the galactic market, they didn't have the fuel to spend on a trip all the way out to Shili for a chew toy.

She dipped her finger in the sticky paste that came with it and applied a generous portion to the end to hold the little roll together.

Her baby fussed more as she went to the table and set her down. Padmé gave her a huffy glare and snorted at her.

“Oh calm down, I'm done.” Kaeden told her, handing off the teething treat to her daughter.

Padmé eagerly took it and started chewing happily on the faux meat.

Her teething was just about to enter the phase where it would start hurting and the maij leh would do less for her. They needed to get a teething toy soon.

She sat with Padmé and waited for everyone else to get up, she had always been an early riser. Padmé took after her in that way.

She biologically took after Ahsoka, she behaved and had many more Togruta traits than human ones, her digestive system for example was similar to Ahsoka’s, though at the moment it looked like it could digest things outside of a carnivorous diet. They obviously hadn't tried anything too risky yet, they didn't want a sick baby on their hands. The only thing that gave away that she was a hybrid was the fluffy hair covering her back lek, and some of that hair was blue. With the Empire's attitude towards human hybrids, it was probably for the best.

Zevra said from experience that hybrids were widely variable in which traits they took from each parent, usually the more useful ones were selected. The majority of human hybrids would inherit the more alien features, there were exceptions that looked more human, but because the alien features were more useful, the very basic human traits frequently got overridden.

For hybrids between aliens, it was a lot more variable, but tended to follow along the same lines of trying to select the best traits for survival.

Some hybrids would look exactly like one parent just with their other's skin coloring.

Padmé was definitely one that took after her alien parent.

Luckily, that made her easier for medicines and vaccines once she got old enough for them.

Padmé kicked her little feet as she gummed the maij leh. Right on cue, something fell a few seconds later with a crack that rang out through the ship. It sounded like glass.

Kaeden sighed and picked Padmé back up to go check what her daughter had managed to knock over this time, with the broom and dust pan.

Her budding Force powers were definitely strong.

She came upon a broken glass cup that had been left out and subjected to Padmé’s untrained power. She cleaned it without much trouble and dropped the shards into the trash compactor.

Padmé started making her hungry noise, so she sat down to feed her.

Togrutas stayed on breastfeeding for a bit longer than humans, it was uncommon to start weaning at six months, unless there was no one to feed them, but their diet should stay more milk than not until over a year old. Teething chews didn't count as part of weaning. Kaeden was thankful that Togruta instinct told babies to stop biting around the time they developed teeth, it would have been a very painful process otherwise.

She settled in and waited for either Ahsoka to wake up or for Zebra and Rinu to come back.

The couple and their family were supposed to be back this morning with everything necessary for a proper Life Day celebration.

Zevra celebrated the Wookiee holiday the same way it was celebrated on Kashyyyk due to her upbringing under a kind old Wookiee, Gweersuw. They had taken her from a shitty orphanage on her birth planet and taken her in as their own cub.

Zevra had spent more of her life with the old Wookiee than she hadn't, the woman was practically a Wookiee herself. She was raised on Kashyyyk before the war and was well versed in shyriiwook. She'd even planned to take Kanbi back with her before her life took a turn for the worse.

Kaeden didn't know all the details but by the end of it, Kanbi was dead and Zevra had two infants and a freshly traumatized son.

Zevra hadn't seen or heard a thing from Gweersuw since shortly after meeting Rinu.

Sadly, it was looking unlikely that Zevra would ever see Gweersuw again.

The Empire's treatment of the Wookiees and the subjugation of Kashyyyk was a pretty bad sign.

The proximity alert went off, she pulled up the security feed, Rinu and Zevra were back.

A few minutes later, Xan was running through the halls to tell her all about what they were doing. The little boy loved to tell anyone who would listen about his day.

He jumped onto the bench next to her, practically shaking with excitement.

“Aunt Kay! We got a tree! A real tree! We've never had a Life Day tree before! Isn't it the best?!” The young boy exclaimed loudly.

“That does sound awesome.” She agreed.

Raada didn't have many trees, the moon had been mainly grasslands and rocky out-crops. The idea of having a tree in her home was a strange one to Kaeden.

“Yes, and it'll be more awesome if you watch your siblings while we set it up.” Zevra said suddenly grabbing her son by his waist and lightly tossing him over her shoulder.

The boy giggled gleefully, trying to squirm out of his mother's grip. Zevra dropped a box onto the table.

“That's for you and your trouble makers.” She said with a wink.

“Thanks…?” Kaeden said.

The Tholothian headed off to the main room of their new base, which probably wasn't the intended application of that space, it was just the biggest room they had cleaned up and remodeled so far, serving as a play and family room for now.

Kaeden got up with the box and headed back to her room to wake Ahsoka if she wasn't up already.

Seriously, how much sleep does a Togruta need? She shook her head, sighing affectionately.

Luckily for Ahsoka, she was awake when Kaeden got there.

“Well, well, well, look who's finally up.” She said, leaning against the door frame.

“Shut up.” Ahsoka groaned.

Kaeden chuckled, walking in and dropping the package on their bed.

“Early gift from Zevra, she says it's for my trouble makers.” She smirked.

Ahsoka rubbed her face with an annoyed sigh. Kaeden set the package on their bed, sitting down to plant a kiss on Ahsoka's cheek.

“Wanna see what she got us?” she asked, resting her head on Ahsoka's shoulder.

Ahsoka opened the box. Three ice blue sweaters with white snowflake patterns on the front and matching blue sweatpants.

“She got us matching life day sweaters!” Kaeden laughed while Ahsoka cringed.

"Please no, the last time I tried that; Anakin and Obi-Wan ended up fighting the whole night and back to the temple!" She groaned.

"They were really that bad?" Kaeden asked through her chuckling.

"The. Worst." Ahsoka nodded seriously.

"If they were that awful, then we can't do worse." Kaeden winked and nudged Ahsoka.

The Togruta chuckled then stopped for a second, wincing as Padmé chomped onto her hand while aiming for one of her lekku.

"Looks like the little joy is also a little pain." Ahsoka joked.

"Oh if she's anything like you she'll be a bigger pain when she's a teenager." Kaeden teased.

Ahsoka rolled her eyes. Kaeden laughed.

"So, should we help set up?" She asked.

"Yeah, they’ll need all the help they can get." Ahsoka agreed.

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Setting up for a proper Life Day celebration was definitely a challenge with and eager to help and more eager to please six year old, a pair of well meaning toddlers and a Force sensitive baby who didn't know what was going on and kept dropping things.

Luckily, Padmé couldn't get anything too high of the ground, she'd only reach about an inch before she'd give up and look for something more entertaining.

It was chaos.

Ahsoka loved every bit of it.

It reminded her of the chaotic parties Anakin threw for the 501st.

She was currently hanging up lights in the main room with the Force because no one else could reach. Padmé was sat in the couch, distracted by Aatoo. The yellow and green Tooka was sitting above her with his tail dangling down in front of her face. Padmé giggled and tried to grab it, the tail retracted just out of reach then came back down. He brushed his tail through the fuzzy hair on her head and ruffled it up.

Padmé reached above her to grab the tail but ended up falling back. In a flash, Aaato was behind her and keeping her from falling. Padmé giggled and hugged him.

Ahsoka felt the joy her daughter had as she sent it out through the Force. She was a little beacon of light.

"Ahsoka, Padmé's cute and all but your in the way." Rinu said with a very noticeable tease in her voice.

Ahsoka blushed as she moved out of the way. Zevra came from one of the makeshift storage rooms, stopping Rinu as she passed.

“Have you seen the Life Day Orb? It's not where I put it.” She said.

Ahsoka glanced around for the orb, missing Rinu’s response. She heard Aatoo’s collar jingle, glancing at her daughter revealed the Tooka was suddenly gone from the scene. Padmé was gleefully babbling, crawling towards the Life Day Tree in the corner of the room.

“Zevra, I think your cat stole it.” Ahsoka said, spotting the yellow feline hidden in the tree.

Aatoo hissed and yowled at her ratting him out.

“You little shit!” Zevra exclaimed, fishing her Tooka out of the tree.

The mischievous feline had the orb clutched in his paws, he hissed at Zevra, tail lashing wildly, when she took the orb from him.

“Cats.” Zevra rolled her eyes.

XXX

Their Life Day was spent celebrating, exchanging gifts, eating and telling stories.

Miara had been able to stop by, bringing Artoo with her. The little devil had pestered Bail until he let him visit them for the holiday. She also came with Iolanthe, a Mikkian pilot friend of hers.

Kaeden didn't pay much attention to the story Miara and Iolanthe were currently telling all the kids who could pay attention, basically everyone but Padmé, she was content to sit back and enjoy the relatively peaceful atmosphere.

She kept an eye on Padmé of course, watching her eagerly crawl after Aatoo, who was sitting on Artoo to make the little game more interesting.

She pulled her loose hair up into a half-hearted bun, just to get it off her back. She felt Ahsoka's warm hands on hers.

“Mind if I take care of that?” Ahsoka offered, settling in next to her.

"Not at all." Kaeden smiled to herself and leaned into Ahsoka.

Her wife was braiding her hair back if the rhythm of gentle tugs was anything to go by. She left out the smaller braids by her face that Xan had done earlier.

“I have something for you, it's an old Togruta custom I'd like to share with you.” Ahsoka said almost nervously.

“Why Soka, are you nervous?” She teased, casting a cheeky glance at her wife.

Ahsoka scowled with a noticable tinge in her cheeks. She grumpily made her face forward again.

Her wife mumbled to herself as she wove something into her braids. Kaeden held back a snicker.

Ahsoka tied off her hair with a huff, Kaeden leaned back and kissed her cheek.

“It's cute when you're huffy.” She said.

She blushed and pushed her face away. Kaeden giggled and grabbed her around her waist, pulling her wife closer, resting her head on her shoulder. Ahsoka purred, loudly much to her embarrassment.

“Kaeden!” Ahsoka squealed, her face turning a deep blood orange.

“It's cute that you purr.” Kaeden told her.

“It's embarrassing!” Ahsoka exclaimed.

“And cute.” Kaeden kissed her cheek.

The Togruta shut up for a few minutes, stewing in flustered embarrassment.

Kaeden played with the end of her braid, Ahsoka had intertwined a dark orange ribbon woven from material she'd never seen before into her hair. Glancing back at her moody wife, she saw that Ahsoka had a similar ribbon tied around her left montral.

“What are these?” She asked.

“It's this Togruta custom, apparently you make a ribbon from this hard to gather material, it's kind of like a silk I guess? I don't know it was hard to find for a decent price, but you make a ribbon with it and then you weave it or tie it to the headdress of loved ones. I don't know exactly what the reason is but it also asks the Shili gods for protection, specifically this one called Grut Daaark (Togruti: hunter moon), I think she's pretty important, but these ribbons are supposed to be for affection and protection.” Ahsoka rambled, it was cute to see her so interested in something.

“Thank you, it's very pretty.” She thanked her wife with a kiss on the cheek.

“Would you like me to get yours?” She asked, gesturing to the other ribbon in her wife's lap.

With her permission, she took Ahsoka's headdress off and wove the ribbon around the front of it, leaving a long tail on either side.

“Can you sit in front of me?” She requested.

Ahsoka shot her a confused glance as she moved to sit in front of her. Kaeden set the headdress back in its place, she took the long ribbon tails and wrapped them around Ahsoka's back montral, tying it off right enough to be secure but not restricting.

“There, now we match.” Kaeden said, leaning over Ahsoka's shoulder.

“Thanks Kay.” Ahsoka gave her a quick kiss.

Kaeden glanced down at the other ribbon in Ahsoka's hands.

“Is that one for Padmé?” She asked.

“Yeah, but it's not recommended to give to babies until they're a bit older. They try to rip it off. Or eat it.” She said.

“That's a smart call.” Kaeden hummed.

Right as she said that, Artoo came back over to them with Padmé on his head. Aatoo must have made a break for it.

The astromech tilted forward, dropping the infant into Ahsoka's lap.

Before they could process what was happening, the droid's camera flashed and he snapped a picture of them. He let out the droid equivalent of a chuckle at whatever the picture looked like. Kaeden rubbed her eyes, glaring at the little metal devil.

Padmé clapped her hands gleefully at the droid’s prank.

A few embers suddenly sparked out of her clapping hands.

She stopped with a curious coo, examining her hands.

Kaeden stared in shock as her daughter clapped her little hands again.

A small red flame spurted from her clapped hands.

Padmé giggled and went to clap again, Kaeden quickly grabbed her daughter's hands to stop that from happening again. Her baby looked up at her with a peek baby confused face.

“Um, what was that?” Miara's voice had her noticing everyone staring at them.

“Pyrokinesis?” Ahsoka offered nervously.

“That's a thing?” Kaeden whispered.

“It's not super common, it's one of those things you kind of have to be born with to use, or really, really extensive training.” Ahsoka explained.

“Is she gonna burn the place down?” Rinu asked, looking understandably concerned.

“Nah, this old place is definitely fire proofed.” Zevra told her.

“I don't think she can make much more than sparks right now.” Ahsoka assessed.

“So it should be okay?” Kaeden wondered.

“Yes. I think so.” she nodded.

“That's good enough for me.” Miara shrugged and went back to the game she was playing with Iolanthe and the kids.

"Are you going to be trouble for mommy?" Ahsoka asked, wiggling their daughter's little hands.

Padmé made spit bubbles and nodded.

"Are you going to be adorable while you do it?" Kaeden cooed, tickling under her chin.

Padmé nodded again then, with a suspiciously naughty Ahsoka like smile, tried to clap.

Ahsoka caught her hands, earning the ire of their baby.

XXX

Gweersuw glanced up at the hooded stranger who entered her cave. She hadn't expected any company, sad, it was Life Day, Life Day wasn't meant to be spent alone, it was meant to be spent with family.

And in an interesting twist of fate, family was here.

Perhaps a sign from the Force, she wasn't Force sensitive herself, but she understood it well enough. She was no Lohgarra, but she had been around for a while, her time taught her much about the workings of the Force.

Considering a dead man stood before her, it really did work in mysterious ways.

“As relieved as I am that you are alive, I would have preferred to meet at a better time.” She scolded in her native language.

The Jedi nodded, observing her sparse dwelling.

“It appears that you are preparing to flee.” He commented.

The Wookiee crossed her arms and growled, “yes, I am going to find my cub and any others of my kind who have escaped. My home world is in trouble.”

The Jedi gave her another nod.

“Your cub has a rebellious spirit, from what you have told me. I am certain she has found a way to survive and protect her family.” The Jedi said.

Gweersuw frowned, she'd known this Jedi for a long time, since he and his master visited the home world. She knew when he was something on his mind.

“Spit it out, I know when you have a plan.” She growled assertively.

“Perhaps in your search for you cub, you could help me find a safe place to lay low. There are a few things I am set on accomplishing before I even think about getting killed by the Empire." He said.

Gweersuw sighed.

“Fine, you may join me. Just don't attract the hounds.” She said gruffly.

“Thank you for your kindness, Gweersuw.” The Jedi said bowing his head in thanks.

Gwerrsuw's hard, annoyed expression softened as the Jedi's hood slipped off and exposed his injuries.

Burns and scorch marks covered his face. He was missing some of his skull near the crown of his head in the back and looked like he had patched together a breathing mask with whatever he could find and likely somehow got illegal, rudimentary cybernetics to make up for the damage.

He looked nothing like the way he used too physically, a good thing since that would mean he was less recognizable, but Gwerrsuw could see and practically feel his spirit.

It was much like it had been when this Jedi was a mere padawan in the beginnings of his training. Just as committed to justice and equality and just as caring and understanding, yet a thousand times more wounded and broken.

It didn't take a Jedi to see how hurt a being was, all it took was experience and knowledge.

And the wounded Jedi in front of her was broken in so many ways.

Gwerrsuw smiled as the Jedi sat down, remembering when he came to her as a young Padawan for help with cuts and bruises, or a cracked mask.

"You are hurt, young one. Let old Gweersuw heal you."

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I wonder who that Jedi could be 🤔

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