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⋆. 𐙚 ˚ cheri. 18. leon kennedy fanatic. anakin skywalker apologist. eren jaeger lvr. mark grayson enthusiast.
my main squeeze atm is invincible!!
i write for fun! some fics may be sexual or dead dove. please proceed w caution.
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Gojo commission I did recently, had to put pants on him for this post booo 👎
OH MY GOD
hi guys!! i’ll pop out with the requests in a minute, i’m making some new fics at the moment bc my invincible hyperfixation is coming back🥲🥲 but trust i’ll get the anakin n leon ones out soon!!!
how would yall feel if i start posting some mark grayson stuff on here?
his hands are in your hair, pulling gently at the roots— as if he’s trying to fuse your mouths together off of sheer lust and willpower alone. your tongues slide against the other’s with an inappropriate amount of greed, and your lips have practically gone raw; kissed plump.
MARK GRAYSON moans around your tongue, whimpers filing into your mouth neatly; like it’s his best kept secret, how impossibly good you make him feel.
you’re gasping as he pulls away, lips suctioning themselves to your jawline and throat— “mark,” a shudder rakes through your frame— and all he can reply is with a breathless,
“i know, baby.”
his voice vibrates against your skin and suddenly mark’s hands are in slipping down the expanse of your neck and back— resting idly on the plush fat of your hips and ass, squeezing and molding the flesh to fit perfectly within his palms. he groans at the feeling of you, lips traversing upwards again to meet your mouth.
you whine— it’s all you can do, pathetic and utterly whipped— and your own fingers entangle themselves within mark’s pretty jet black hair. scratching against his scalp, he moans. mark uses his hips to push you into the nearest surface: a wall, a counter-top, a couch edge, his bed— it doesn’t matter because all mark grayson has realized he needs is you.
hips flush, you can feel the pulse of his clothed cock— even beneath the fabric of his boxers and jeans. he ruts into you once, gentle, testing the waters.
and he gasps when you match him, your own legs falling open desperately in an attempt to soothe the aching throb of your needy cunt— craving only the body of mark upon her, whether it be his fingers or his tongue or his dick.
you’re both still kissing. still sucking feverishly at the skin of the other, licking at the junction where jaw meets neck, spitting into mouths because the messier it is the better.
it’s only when mark drags a hand forwards and in between both of your bodies— palming the hot, greedy plush of your pussy do you finally peel off of the man (a string of saliva keeping you crudely attached).
“mark,” you repeat, a certain agency tainted by lust lacing the word.
he grins a lopsided kind of smile; pink flooded across his cheeks, nose, and the tips of his ears. “whaaat?” mark questions slyly, paying no mind to the fact that he’s still got his hand over your cunt.
( as if he’s not so hard it hurts. )
the urge to roll your eyes almost wins over the absolute ache you have for him. “you know what.” you say shortly. patience has never been your strong suit.
mark hums. “maybe i just want you to say it.”
this time, you really do roll your eyes. “m’so horny, mark. jus- just get to it,” leaning forwards, you attempt to kiss him.
mark grins, tilting his head softly to shift the landing of your kiss to the corner of his mouth instead of straight-on. “oh,” he sighs happily, fingers toying now with the waistband of your pants, “i know, baby.” the repetition from earlier makes your gut flip, heat radiating in waves from your pussy now. “me too.”
the confession makes your cunt clench around nothing; it craves his fingers, it craves his dick, it craves anything inside of it please. “mark,” you choke out.
fat digits break past the confinements of your pants and dip into your panties— and you hear mark hiss upon feeling how drenched you are.
“my baby’s so soaked from a little kissing, huh?”
your hips buck forwards, grinding yourself down onto his fingers as he finds your clit easily— rolling precise n’ tight circles, just how you like it.
the feeling of mark’s fingers from his free hand trailing down the length of your arm make you shiver— goosebumps raising and neck hairs standing. when they stop at your wrist, you glance upwards at him.
big brown eyes still trained on where his hand disappears into your pants, mark guides your own towards the zipper of his jeans. “baby,” he whispers, so desperate in comparison to the way he was talking to you mere moments before, “can you touch me too? please?”
you’re nodding before he can even finish his begging properly, and his fingers barely stutter at your clit.
“thank you,” he gasps, “want you to feel how hard you make me— jus’ from a little kissing.”
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loren’s thots: i will do the taglist for this when i have access to my laptop, fret not babes. i was just thinking of dada and had to write SUM immediately 🤤
how i LOVE mark grayson🤤
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credits to me. feel free to use and save. of course credit would be appreciated but it is not required. I’m just making these for fun <3 @bunnysp1ce @kalkachis @zhenyiuu @julesdesires @liliesdiary
i love them they are so beautiful💘💘💘
these are so gorgeousss 😍
imagine how powerful anakin skywalker would be with a submachine gun— not a blaster like in star wars but a real gun. bro would go crazy w that thing or if the republic had nukes. bro anakin would be blowing up whole separatists planets w them😭😭😭
Hi my beautiful wife😝 I am BEGGING for a Leon Kennedy SMAU I know you can do it plzplzplz
YES TWIN i got you🥴
post-mission stress : re4r!leon kennedy x male!reader
tw: oral! male reader receiving, leon is kind of dominant
synopsis: after a stressful mission with saving the president’s daughter, leon decides the best way to wind down is to give you a massage; although, it doesn’t really just happen to be just a massage.
authors note: hi guys!! this is a special request by my lovely lovely bff. i don’t rlly write for male!reader bc im not a man, so… pls don’t send me asks about it😭 this is a special edition bc it’s my husband and ill literally write anything for them. anyway love yall💗
.⋆♱⃓ READER WARNING ! fics with a 🔞 symbol are NOT for minors and contain explicit content! if you are uncomfortable with reading anything explicit please be mindful of the symbols. fics with a 🕊️ contain dddne content, and fics with a ★ are sfw. thank you! happy reading💗.
leon kennedy !
oneshot; where leon gives you a massage.. and things go the other way. male!reader 🔞
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Please please please write firefighter ani x EMT! Reader I’m begging you.
Post shift fluff or flirting at the station (and in the bunks) would give me life 🤍
ohhh i gotchu twin
lights and sirens: firefighter!anakin x emt!reader
tw: allusions to a dead body, fluff, anakin seems a bit cocky in the beginning but opens up, one fluffy kiss
synopsis: you and anakin finally got to talking at the station, and after a kind of depressing call, he asks you out on a date.
author’s note: this is a bit shorter and less detailed than i wanted it to be but whatever. i hope you guys enjoy it!!💗💗 lmk if you guys want to see more of this pair bc i would SO write a long ass thing ab this duo🫰 also, DOA means dead on arrival
the station was cold and quiet. the clock on the wall read 23:56. it was pretty late, you knew that, but the exhaustion hasn’t hit you yet. you knew the second your head hit the pillow in the bunks, you would get a call. you rested on a recliner in the lounge room, some random show playing on the tv in the back. your mind was blank, just lost in your own thoughts.
being a first responder isn’t easy, it’s hard for you to get along with other people outside of your work. mostly because of the things you’ve seen, regular people would go crazy if they’d seen the things you had. that’s why dating hadn’t gone well for you over the past few months. you needed someone that understood what you gone through, not sympathy— just understanding. it’s important working on the front lines to not take things home with you. that’s one of the first things you learned in schooling, but, occasionally, things just hit harder, and it’s hard to keep up that rule.
your department had a shared space between the ems workers and the firefighters, you both worked in unison. most of time, for stressful medical calls, the firefighters would also be called out for extra hands. there was one firefighter that you couldn’t get off your mind even if you wanted to. anakin skywalker.
he was cocky, you knew that. he flirted with every living thing, but he was definitely gorgeous. his uniform always showed off his muscles in the right ways, his blue eyes always focused at the tasks before him. he was practically eye candy. you were so lost in thought you didn’t even hear the door creak open from the bunk rooms.
“still awake?” a voice said from behind you. you sat up a little, peaking from behind the recliner. there he was, anakin. his hair was a bit disheveled from sleep, his uniform still intact. the black shirt clung tightly to his biceps, he was wearing the standard pants and boots.
“oh, yeah. i couldn’t sleep.” you answered, standing up from out of the recliner and stretching your limbs. anakin’s eyes flickered over your figure, before moving back to your face.
he nodded, “yeah, i get that. yall have been pretty busy, getting a lot of calls. hard to shake off the adrenaline.”
he moved into the kitchen, opening the large metal fridge to grab an energy drink, popping it open.
“those can give you heart attacks,” you teased, you also drank energy drinks, you just wanted to pick on him a little.
he scoffed, taking a sip. “i know. i’m not that stupid. they can give you heart palpitations.”
“what flavor is it?” you asked, eyeing the can as you followed him into the kitchen, leaning against the island.
“redbull coconut. wanna sip?” anakin replied, handing the drink over to you.
you nodded, taking the drink from his hands, your fingers brushing slightly. you put the redbull to your lips, taking a sip. “oh, this is good.”
anakin laughed, “i know. it tastes like candy.”
“barely even tastes like coconut.” you giggled, handing the drink back over to him.
“yeah.. i—“ he was cut off by the stations alarm sounding.
“medic 42, engine 4.”
you both groaned in unison, shuffling starting to echo throughout the station.
“see you there, then.” anakin chuckled, placing down his drink and jogging out to the garage. you followed closely behind, getting into the ambulance and waiting for your partner.
you read the dispatcher report, some sort of overdose.
the door opened and in came your partner, obi-wan, he was seasoned paramedic but still had some fun left in him.
“what’s the report say?” he asked, buckling his seatbelt.
the garage opened and you drove out, starting up the sirens. the firetruck following close behind you. “says some type of overdose. brother in law can’t get inside the patient’s apartment. says the patient uses a lot of drugs.”
obi-wan nodded along, “great, alright.”
you drove fast along the road, heading over to the apartment building.
when you arrived, you put on your gloves and got out the stretcher. placing the go bags on top. you rolled the stretcher down the hall, cops were already littered throughout the hallways of the apartment building. the brother in law standing off to the side with a worried expression.
a male cop came up to you, “i’m smelling something from inside…” he hinted at. you sighed, rubbing your temples.
“you think it’s a doa?” you whispered, making sure the brother-in-law couldn’t hear you.
the cop sighed and placed his hands in his pockets, “yeah, has the distinct smell of death. either something died in there or we have a dead body.”
you frowned, you never liked calls like this. you liked to help and save people— it was a hard pill to swallow when you realize you were too late, and nothing can be done.
you saw anakin and his other firefighter buddy walk over to the door with an axe. of course anakin was the one to break down the door. he hit at the door knob, wood chips flying everywhere. the second they got the door unlocked anakin and his partner’s face grimaced, the smell hitting you next. your nose scrunched up, yeah— this is definitely a doa.
obi-wan and a cop went in, and came out a couple seconds later. giving you a nod, yep, this was out of our expertise now.
you sighed, rolling back the stretcher down the hall, letting obi-wan talk to the cops for a moment. anakin caught up to you, “hey, you good?”
you gave him a quick slide glance, “yeah, m’alright. just… i like helping people. it’s hard when they’re already gone.”
he nodded, “yeah… i get that. hey, when do you get off?”
“in about an hour, why?” you said, looking at him with a mix of confusion.
“there’s this great cafe down by the station, i get off soon too. they have real good breakfast food, if you’re up for it, we can talk more there? i’ll pay, don’t worry.”
you laughed softly, “that sounds like a date.”
“maybe it is,” anakin smirked, starting to jog off but suddenly turned around, yelling, “meet me there at 6, okay?”
you laughed softly to yourself, anakin was definitely a character.
you had changed out of your uniform into some lounge wear that you had worn to work, just something comfy that you had on hand. you didn’t really care if you looked good, anakin had already seen you at your worst anyway.
the cafe was small, the smell of coffee and pastries filling the air. anakin sat at a table near a window, waving you over with a smile. “hey!”
you smiled back at him, walking over to where he sat. he got up before you walked up, pulling out the chair for you. you were genuinely surprised that anakin had some chivalry to him, you thought he was a lost cause from how cocky he was. you mumbled a thank you and sat down, watching as he moved to sit down as well. he must’ve done the same thing as you, wearing something comfortable that he had on hand. you were both exhausted, dark circles underneath your eyes from long shifts.
“what’s good here?” you asked, skimming over the menu.
“i think the crepes are pretty good, their coffee is amazing. i get some before every shift,” he answered, pointing to the crepes on the menu. your eyes read over the items, everything did look pretty good— well, everything sounded good to you. you hadn’t eaten in god knows how long.
“how’d you find this place?” you said, looking up from the menu and into anakin’s eyes. up close, he was even more handsome. you never really got up close like this before, and you could feel your cheeks heating up slightly.
“wanted something other than starbucks,” he chuckled, “searched up closest coffee shops to the station and found this one. guess it’s not really just coffee though, but.. it works.”
a small silence fell over the both of you as you thought about what to order.
“you’re really pretty, y’know that?” he said softly, his voice barely above a whisper.
you perked up at that, “uh.. thank you.” you let out a nervous giggle, “you’re not bad looking yourself.”
“it’s really hard not to notice the gorgeous emt, i’ve been working up the courage to actually ask you out.” he chuckled nervously, you seemed somewhat surprised that he was also nervous. apparently, your thoughts about him were wrong. maybe he isn’t as egotistical as you thought.
“i check you out when you inspect the equipment,” you giggled, “always thought you were cute, just.. never said anything.”
anakin laughed, “really? i.. i didn’t think you noticed me like that.”
you smiled, “yeah, well.. i did.”
his eyes glanced over your face, zeroing in on your lips for half a second. his gaze was intense, it made your heart race in a way you hadn’t felt in a long time. he brought his hand up to place over yours, the one that sat freely on the table. his thumb brushing over your skin, “i think it’s nice.. yknow.. going out with other people in the field. they understand.”
you nodded, your mind slightly distracted by his touch but nonetheless still focusing on his words, “yeah.. i agree. i’ve tried dating other people, people that weren’t first responders or in the medical field, and it’s hard to.. i don’t know. get along with them? i mean, connect on a different level.”
“yeah, yeah, no i get what you mean.” he chuckled, “trust me, i have too.”
the date went pretty well, you talked about a lot of things.. some deep, some not. you ate some crepes, and drank some delicious coffee— this was definitely a good find from him. you knew you’d be going to this place before your shifts as well. and— you got along with him better than you thought you were going to, he was a character— but a good one. he had a side you never expected from him. you actually connected with him, it was nice meeting someone with a good personality and extremely good looks.
you both stood outside of the cafe, the cold air of the daybreak breezing past you.
“i had a good time,” anakin smiled, looking down into your eyes. he gently placed his hands on your waist, his touch so delicate that if you wanted to pull away you could. but, you didn’t. you didn’t want to.
you gave him a soft smile back, your hands placed on his chest. “i did too, thank you.”
unspoken words filled the air as you stood outside, the city traffic buzzing by the both of you.
anakin leaned in first, slowly, cautiously, but seeing you lean in as well, he closed his eyes until your lips met each other. it was small, yet intimate kiss. one that left you aching for more.
“can i take you on another date?” he asked softly against your lips.
“i’d like that.”
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firefighter!anakin x emt!reader ??? who wants this
i think rots anakin and aotc anakin would be very different in bed. aotc anakin would be more inexperienced, more submissive. letting you take the lead. probably a sub. rots anakin would be way more dominant after he knew what he was doing, he’d be taking the lead. he’d probably be soft dom most of the time, unless something riled him up— jealousy, protectiveness, etc. then he’d be more rough.
i always think of a labrador puppy when i see aotc ani ⋆.˚
LITERALLLYYY
I saw your latest post earlier about Hayden christensen characters' preferences... I low-key wanna see a fic about Anakin having no actual fav and trying to figure out if there is...
oooo yes i love this idea thank u for asking!!
positions : anakin skywalker!husband x senator!reader
tw: soft dom!anakin, female!reader, pnv, multiple positions, oral!fem receiving, use of baby and my love, small usage of y/n, creampie, a bit of post-sex vulnerability, anakin goes a bit rough toward the end, porn with a bit of plot
synposis: your husband has been away at war for awhile, he’s been constantly thinking about you— how perfect you are. he can’t decide what his favorite thing about you is.. so he fucks you to find out.
authors note: i wrote the draft of this while drunk off my ass. this is my second time writing smut so i hope it’s good🥲 this is barely proofread bc im lazy and don’t like to proofread things so sorry if there’s a mistake LMFAO
preferences : ft. all of the hayden characters i write for
tw: definitely suggestive
synopsis: what each hayden character likes about your body and what position they like the most.
authors note: if you guys want any fics based on any of these preferences lmk!!😛
anakin skywalker isn’t picky by any means when it comes to you. he loves every single part of you, worshipping the ground you stand on. in his mind, you have no flaws— each part about you is more perfect than the next. anakin loves boobs, thighs, and ass. he can’t choose which one he likes more; specifically, because it’s you. his favorite position would be missionary, mostly because he likes to watch your perfect little face contort in pleasure as he slowly presses into you.
sam monroe loves you, yes, but he definitely has a preference for boobs. he loves coming to you after a hard day, just resting on your tits, the soft tissue of your breasts cushioning his head. sam loves to nuzzle between them, or kneed them absentmindedly— his favorite position would 100% be cowgirl, watching your tits bounce as you ride his dick definitely gets him going.
scott barringer loves ass. yeah, he likes your tits— but god, he can’t help but stare at your ass as you walk by. everytime you get up from the couch or the bed, he can’t help but stare as your hips sway as you walk. it captivates him in a way he can’t explain, all he knows is that he needs you. right then and there. so the second you get back, he has you bent over in backshots— which is his favorite position to put you in.
stephen glass is a bit like a lost puppy in your eyes, he always has this sad, puppy dog eyes that shine beneath his glasses. he always needs to be close to you, specifically in your lap, nuzzling his head on your thighs. he loves to squish them, touch them, LOVES when you wear shorts, or are just walking around the house in a shirt and panties. he can’t get enough of your thighs. for that reason, he would love mating press. holding onto your thighs for comfort as he thrusts into you.
clay beresford treats you like royalty. buying you gifts, showering you with love. he’s especially clingy after a long day of work, just wanting to come home to his doting girl. like anakin, he can’t pick a favorite thing about you. in his eyes, everything is perfect because you are you. unlike anakin, he doesn’t have a favorite position because anytime with you is special to him. sex with clay is slow and passionate, his dick slowly entering and exiting your cunt. he wants to savor every second with you— because to him— you’re his world.
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