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nitewrighter · 2 years

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Could we see Rei introducing Aedan to Midori Rider: Moonsaber? It definitely seems like it’d like skyrim or BOTW where it retains its popularity for YEARS after it’s release.

Referring to this fic, and continuing off of this ficlet, because I miss Marti and Jaime, too.

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Marti was pulling holo-processors out of her backpack and setting them up at the dining table as Jaime pretty much inhaled the last of the soup. Both had shed their heavier coats and boots, but were still in their snow pants, making soft 'sszzh' sounds as they walked.

"So I take it we're delaying the Grand Mesa recon until the weather lightens up?" Aedan was holding up his own comms, wondering if Marti's gear could amplify a blizzard-smothered signal.

"Can't have a recon mission if you can't see anything," said Marti.

"What's the word from Ashe?" asked Rei.

"Talon's been arming some rival biker gangs to try and elbow Deadlock out, but it seems more like a 'keep them occupied' move than a real threat." said Jaime, scraping brothy lentils from the side of his bowl with his spoon, "Null Sector's been a little too quiet for her liking, but it's not like you can really act on what isn't happening so..." he shrugged before sticking the spoon in his mouth. "And she still says no to a full-on alliance, not that Dadsidy would be too keen on that, anyway."

"Dadsidy," Marti repeated.

"As opposed to Dadzo, we've been over this," said Jaime, taking his bowl to the sink.

"Well yeah, but I just call my aunties 'my aunties' and I was adopted way earlier than you so I don't really get how you're jumping to 'dad'--"

"'Dads plural. They know which dad by context."

At this point Aedan was busying himself with washing out the saucepan, and now Jaime's bowl, at the sink while Rei was digging around for bedding materials.

"--even though you've only been here--" Marti cut herself off as one of her processors pinged and she leaned over the holo-screen, "Contact with Gibraltar re-established," Marti muttered, tapping at a keyboard, "Sending the message about the weather delay on the recon now."

"I mean I'd say it's 50/50. Or maybe just 33% all around. They're both really into the dad thing," said Jaime, but Marti was only half-listening as she tapped at the holo-keyboard.

Marti's holo-console pinged again and she typed a few keys in. "'Sit tight, sending satellite data'" she read.

Rei glanced at the window rattling with the wind.

"Soooo sleepover, then?" she said, glancing at the others, already holding a pile of well-worn crocheted blankets and comforters.

"Looks like it," said Marti, "At least until the weather clears up."

"Someone's gotta keep an eye on you two," said Jaime.

Aedan swore in Irish as a bunch of water splashed up from a spoon in the sink and Jaime snorted.

"Jaime--" Marti started, exasperated.

"What? Are we going to act like this isn't the fuck-cabin?"

"Oh my god--" Rei threw the blankets on the couch and huffed off out of the living room.

"Did you have to say that?!" said Aedan.

"I thought it was obvious," said Jaime.

"For the sake of professionalism and the mission I'm ordering you both to call it the supplies cache," said Marti, pressing her fingers to her forehead.

"Yes ma'am," said Jaime, sullenly, but then he perked up, "Wait did something happen?!"

"Nothing happened--" Aedan rolled his eyes.

"We literally walked in with her on top of you--"

"Yes, and she was groaning about how much she hated that people called it the Fuck-Cabin."

"Hence why I'm ordering you two idiots to call it the supplies cache!" Marti snapped.

"Sorry, Marti," Aedan and Jaime said at the same time.

"Well, if you're all quite done, it's time to stake out your sleeping spots," said Rei, walking back in with pillows under her arms and tossing one at Jaime, "Then we can get a bit more settled in." A half-smile tugged at Aedan's mouth. For the most part it was clear Rei took after her dad more than her mom, but she definitely had her moments where she seemed like a younger Mercy.

"...you took the best bunk again, didn't you," said Jaime.

"Mm-hmm," Rei blew some stray hair out of her face.

"...Fair," said Jaime.

"Satellite data says the blizzard won't blow over for at least another seven hours," Marti murmured. She rifled through her backpack and pulled out her spider drone. "Guess I can refine Ebo's code in the meantime."

"Do you ever relax?" Jaime was shimmying out of his snow pants at this point.

"If we're stuck somewhere, I'd rather be productive," Marti shrugged, "What else are we supposed to do? Play cards?"

Jaime pulled a small card deck from the snow pants now around his ankles. Marti rolled her eyes a little and pulled down her goggles over her eyes as she plugged her spider drone into the holo-console's projector and got to work.

"...you just carry cards on you at all times," Aedan said flatly.

"Yeah, to practice," Jaime demonstratively held the card deck next to his face, snapped his fingers, and the four of hearts seemingly magically flipped to the king of clubs.

"Impressive," said Rei.

"Why, though?" said Aedan.

"In case I ever have to go undercover as a magician--because it's fun, Aedan," Jaime rolled his eyes before glancing back down at the deck. "I wish Samir was here..." he murmured, shuffling the deck mindlessly "He could hard-light us up some poker chips."

"And you'd cheat," said Aedan, toweling his hands off.

"You wouldn't know it," Jaime gave that wolfish grin.

"I've got a better idea," said Rei, briskly walking off again.

"I'm not doing board games," Jaime called after her.

"It's not board games!" Rei called back.

"It's board games," Jaime said looking back at Aedan, "Probably one of those board games that takes forty minutes to explain and then you're still explaining while you're playing..."

"I like those board games," said Marti, not looking up from her drone, her eyes obscured by glowing goggles.

"Wait, seriously?" Jaime looked at her.

"Ahhh! Yes! I knew I still had this!" Rei hurried in with a video game console under one arm, dusting it off with her sleeve.

"Oh, so you donated your console to the fuck-cabin before giving it to your beloved adopted orphan cousin," said Jaime, folding his arms.

"Jaime!" said Rei, exasperated.

"Supplies cache, whatever," Jaime shrugged.

"Yes," said Rei, "Because we switched to the newer console before you came, and also, I knew the day would come when I could introduce a lucky few to... Midori Rider: Moonsaber." She held up the game's box displaying the titular sentai hero against a post-apocalyptic landscape.

The other three looked at her blankly.

"Midori Rider: Moonsaber?" Rei said again, gesturing with the box, "Midori Rider's greatest video game adaptation?"

"It is?" Jaime tilted his head.

"Okay maybe it got panned because some old school fans thought the post-apocalypse thing was too much of a departure from Midori Rider's usual adventures--but that's what makes it a cult classic!" Rei insisted.

"Ohhh that's right! I think you've mentioned this a couple times," Aedan folded his arms. "I'd love to play."

"Yeah, fire it up," said Jaime plopping down on the cabin's well-worn couch.

Rei connected the game console to the cabin's very outdated holo-projector and an excited breathy laugh fell out of her as the screen lit up with the familiar console launch screen, then the Midori Rider: Moonsaber title screen. Marti glanced up from her work on her drone, pushing her goggles up onto her forehead with some curiosity. Whether it was for the game, or cannibalizing the console for her own tinkering, it wasn't clear.

"Aedan made dinner so he gets 'going first' privileges," Rei tossed the controller over to Aedan, "Also boyfriend privileges."

Aedan gave a short snort as he selected 'New Game' on the screen. Rei sat very close to him as the opening cutscene and music started playing, her head swiveling quickly from everything happening on the holoscreen to looking back at Aedan to try and gauge his reaction. Aedan reddened a bit under the scrutiny. Marti watched the opening cutscene, then after a few minutes pulled her goggles back down and resumed fiddling and coding and poking at her drone. Jaime resigned himself to a third wheel position on the couch, occasionally practicing with his card deck when Aedan and Rei got a bit too involved with each other. Rei was caught between backseat driving Aedan and eagerly talking about all of the Midori Rider lore easter eggs hidden throughout the game, and sometimes steering Aedan towards a lore easter egg. The cutscenes were interesting enough to draw Jaime's attention up just to keep up with what was going on, and the stylization of the environment had aged pretty well considering the game was over a decade old. It really was one of those games that was as interesting to watch as it was to play, and honestly, he was so used to Rei being sick of his shit or assigning herself the role of older-cousin-despite-being-the-same-age, that it was kind of fun to see her get all passionate and geeky--even if it was tinged with her being annoyingly clingy with her clone-boyfriend.

But finally Aedan seemed to remember that Jaime existed, even with Rei lavishing all this attention on him, and at the next cutscene said, "Hey---you should have a turn."

As he said this, a massive explosion happened in the cutscene, and Midori Rider achingly pulled himself up from the dusty ground, his pained coughs muffled by his mantis-like helmet. "Oh no..." Midori Rider staggered a few steps forward to look at the shelled-out wreckage of his motorcycle.

"Guess I'm on foot from here..." Midori Rider rasped.

"Oh come on, you can't give me the controller after losing the motorcycle!" Jaime started.

"You get a better one later?" said Rei with a shrug.

"But I just watched Aedan get to ride around slashing people with a sword from the motorcycle!" said Jaime.

"Oh..." Rei said quietly, "Well um... this part gets you way more used to the crafting system, at least."

"Crafting system?!" Jaime huffed and flopped back against the cushions before drawing in an inhale through his nostrils. "Okay, clearly we're stuck in the 'grind' portion of the game, and if Marti said we only have seven hours here, I'm just going to load up one of these other save files," said Jaime, saving and exiting to the title screen.

"Well, the first save file is just the save point before the final boss--" Rei started, "And--and you don't want the second save file. I..." Rei seemed to think for a second, "I totally botched that one. No health packs and you're stuck in a totally shitty area of the map--"

"Eh I can handle a challenge," Jaime shrugged and selected the file, "Just run like hell until you make it to a slightly more salvageable area, right?"

Jaime hit the second save file and Aedan couldn't help but notice that all color drained from Rei's face as he did so.

"I'm tired," said Rei at the loading screen, "Is anyone else tired? We should be well-rested when the blizzard lets up--"

Her words died in her throat as the game opened on Midori Rider standing in what appeared to be a bunker.

"You know what? You can fast travel right out of here--" Rei started.

"I thought you said you were stuck at this part of the map..." said Jaime, already moving Midori Rider forward.

"Wait--" Rei started but Midori Rider passed through a doorway and the screen went dark with a triggered cutscene. Jaime gave a skeptical glance over his shoulder at Rei, whose face was frozen in horror.

"Lu!" Midori Rider hustled into the room, "Lu?" he turned around desperately.

"Don't try to stop me," Lady Lunaria pushed past him with several bags under her arms as she walked to a purple motorcycle and strapped them to the motorcycle.

"I'm trying to stop you because what you're planning is suicide," Midori Rider walked after her.

"You don't understand--" Lady Lunaria whirled on him.

"Losing the place you're supposed to protect?! Losing everyone you care about?! You don't think I understand that?!"

"It's not that simple--" Lady Lunaria's voice was stiff, "Don't act like I've ever--like we've ever been--"

"Lu--" Midori Rider touched her shoulder and she flinched inward, her head turning to the side.

"Look, just because it's the end of the world, that doesn't mean you can do something stupid--" Lady Lunaria started.

"You're already doing something stupid," Midori Rider spoke gently and a helpless, furious breath fell out of Lady Lunaria in response as she shot a baleful glare at him but couldn't seem to sustain it, her brow crinkling as she made eye contact. "I'm not asking you to give up the fight--" Midori Rider went on, he pressed a panel at the side of his helmet and it phased off his head, revealing a handsome, dark-haired man with one scar notching his eyebrow and another two grazing his jawline, "I know I couldn't do that if I tried--I'm asking you to choose to live."

"So what, we fix the world so we can go back to--to..." Lady Lunaria was looking down.

"I don't know yet... I just..." Midori Rider gently brought a thumb up under her jaw to make her look up at him, "You're insane. And selfish. And petty. And dangerous. But you were never as evil as you wanted the world to think. But I know all this changed you, and all these people are looking to you now, and you can't--"

She suddenly kissed him hard and the music swelled. Midori Rider flinched with some surprise at first, but then his fingers wove into her purple hair as he returned the kiss.

The entire cabin was dead silent as Midori Rider and Lady Lunaria embraced tightly and desperately on the holo-screen. Rei was beet red, her mouth hanging open slightly. Even Marti was looking up from her drone with some amusement.

"Wow," was all Jaime said.

"F-for the record you skipped over a LOT of other cutscenes building up to this part! Like--like they save each other's lives and stuff and there's a whole section of the game where Midori Rider gets captured and you play as Lady Lunaria to rescue him! And then she's a co-op NPC! So if it seems stupid--I--" Rei was stammering. You could practically feel the heat blazing off of her face.

"Rei did you... make a save file specifically to re-watch the romance cutscene over and over again?" Aedan blinked

"It's an open world game! I--I could do other things!" Rei blurted out, "I--I was eight when I started playing this game!! I was a kid! AND THEY NEVER KISSED IN ANY OTHER MIDORI RIDER MEDIA! So--so what if I did?!"

"That's adorable," said Jaime.

"You always were a romantic," said Aedan with no shortage of admiration.

"Can you guys go back to calling it the fuck-cabin?" said Rei, burying her face in her hands, "I think I liked that better than this."

#reidan #fankid ensemble #yeehan kid #spiderbyte kid #moiraspawn #mchanzo kid #atlantic mercy x sentai genji

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yeollie-plz · 3 months

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Take You Back To Church

Priest! Joel Miller x F! Reader

Synopsis: You came to get forgiveness for your sins, the priest has some ideas on how you can do that.

Genre: smut

Warnings: religious talk, religion, religious themes, sacrilegious, cheating, infidelity, p in v sex, unprotected sex, oral m! and f! receiving, spanking, pet names, degradation, choking, sex in a church, public sex, almost getting caught, hair pulling, if I believed in hell that's where I'd be going

Gif credits to owners!

♫ Church by Chase Atlantic ♫

"Bless me father, for I have sinned. It's been one week since my last confession." The partition between you and the other side of the confessional booth slides open, revealing the silhouette of the priest on the other side.

"Go on, my child." Knelt down in prayer, you glance up barely catching a glimpse of him, as his gruff voice sounds out.

You clear your throat, "I've been having thoughts about a married man, father." A shuffle is heard on the other side, almost like the priest is sitting up straighter.

"It's more than thoughts, actually. I've been having relations with a married man, father, and I can't seem to stop."

Another noise comes from the other side before the door is opening and he is throwing your side of the booth open. Looking down at you on your knees is Father Joel Miller, the married man you had just been talking about.

A few weeks ago you had come to the confessional to confess your sins and had met Joel. Who instead of forgiving your sins, gave you even more to confess.

You glance up at him through your eyelashes, lust blowing out your pupils. You almost make a motion to stand, before his hand is placed onto your shoulder and keeping you where you are.

"Stay on your knees, baby." He says before he's closing the door behind the two of you and unlatching his belt buckle. He's pushing his pants down quickly like you could disappear right out from under him.

Your mouth is open and waiting for him when he pushes his dick past your lips. All the way back, causing you to gag at the intrusion. He fucks into your mouth, gripping your hair roughly to aid in dragging your mouth onto him.

He keeps thrusting into your mouth, head tossed back at the feeling of using you. You stay on the floor, at his mercy. Knees bruising a bit from the rough wood flooring, but you don't seem to notice as your own pleasure drips down your thighs.

You know better than to touch yourself, but its getting harder and harder as his thrusts get rougher. You gag onto him again, causing him to groan. The sound and the way his knuckles are going white from gripping your hair so tightly, has you moving your hips trying to feel anything. He notices and strokes your face with the hand not in your hair, making a noise of annoyance at you.

"Don't even think about touching yourself." Is all he says before he thrusts into your mouth one last time, before pulling out. You look up at him confused, knowing he hasn't finished yet.

He grabs your chin and pulls you to your feet, attaching his lips to your already swollen ones. Kissing you for only a moment before he is bending you over the prayer bench and pushing your dress up past your hips. Ripping your panties off of you before attaching his mouth to your dripping pussy.

Licking a stripe up your tender folds, he grips your ass cheeks and spreads them, giving him complete access to your pussy. He licks you roughly, again like there is no time to waste. He brings a finger to your neglected clit, working it in time with his tongue.

You are already on the peak of your orgasm. Your hips push back into his mouth, trying to help yourself over the edge. This has him pulling away and flipping you over to face him. His eyes bore into you and only the dominance in his eyes has you cowering, knowing not to push your luck any further.

His lips return to your folds, tongue now focused on your clit, while he pushes two fingers in past your dripping center. His tongue fucks your bud in quick circles, while his two fingers curve inside of you stroking your g spot. You are brought back to your edge almost too quickly.

Just as your pussy is clenching onto his fingers and your orgasm is washing over you, the heavy doors of the church are opening and a few sets of footsteps are funneling inside. The fear of getting caught has him working you through your orgasm even rougher, fingers fucking into you harshly. His teeth bite down lightly onto your clit before pulling off of you.

Lips now finding yours as he is trying to silence your heavy breathing. He pulls his fingers slowly out of you as to not make you too oversensitive. Pulling away from you, he pulls his pants back up.

Glancing down he sees your panties in a bundle on the floor. Picking up the torn fabric, he gives them a quick sniff before shoving them in his pocket. Looking down at your flushed form, he strokes your hair soothingly, before leaning down to whisper in your ear.

"We aren't done yet baby. Come to my office at 6, want that pretty mouth back on me." He says before he's leaving you a mess in the booth.

6 o'clock on the dot, you find yourself sauntering down the halls of the back offices of the church. You went home, calmed yourself down, and cleaned yourself up a bit before returning to the silence of the old building. Deciding against putting new panties on.

Almost as soon as your knuckles find contact onto the door of Joel's office, the door is whipped open and he is pulling you inside. His lips find yours quickly and hands are ghosting up your legs, goosebumps raising in there stead.

When his fingers find contact with your bare cunt, he is smiling into the kiss. He mutters a, "good girl" into your lips, before his hands reach under your thighs and lift you up to wrap your legs around his waist.

He keeps his lips on your feverishly, tongue slipping into your mouth. Walking the two of your over to his desk and placing you onto it. Bare ass exposed to the cool wood. His lips detach from yours and he's glancing down at his watch.

"You were almost late." He says, mouth inches from yours, torturing you.

"By only a minute...please." The last part comes out as more of a whimper than you intended, but it conveys your need.

"Tell me what you need, my child." His eyes darken as they read yours. Its almost laughable how much he got off on the whole power dynamic of this all.

"Just need you, father. Show me how to be forgiven for my sins." He chuckles and returns his mouth to yours. Kissing you deeply for a moment before breaking it and getting down to his knees.

For the second time today he is lifting your dress up past your hips and attaching his mouth to your pussy. And for the second time today your pussy is completely drenched for him without him even having to do much. He could look at you and you'd be soaked.

Unlike earlier, though, he is licking at your folds a bit slower. Taking his time, knowing that now there was really no way for the two of you to interrupted. He works your bud in slow circles, the motions causing your hips to jerk into his mouth, somehow still sensitive from earlier.

This time he doesn't stop you and lets your body just feel the pleasure. A bit of is dominance has faded with the passing time of the day but you know that soon he will be fucking you like his life depends on it.

He licks you for a bit, letting your body get ready for him. The action of giving you pleasure, also getting him harder by the second. He'd be lying if he said he hadn't been hurting from his blue balls earlier.

When he decides you have had enough, he returns to his feet and kisses you once before pulling you by your hips off of his desk. He walks you over to his desk chair and sits down before patting his lap. You follow the instructions and straddle him, you lean forward trying to catch his lips with your own. But he holds up a finger against your lips, pushing it in past the warmth. You swirl your tongue around it a few times.

Pulling out his finger he brings it between your thighs and pushes it past your walls. Fucking you quickly with his index finger, knowing that only one finger was not enough for you. But now he was teasing you.

He works the finger in and out of you, the feeling of his rough digit causing you to writhe on top of him. A moan escapes your lips, the first one you've let out all day.

"There she is." Joel says before he's pulling his finger out of you and gripping under your ass. He lifts you off of him and flips you over. Pushing you down flat onto his desk.

One hand stays on the back of your head, keeping you from glancing at him as he unbuckles his belt. The fabric of his underwear and pants pool at his feet. He grunts as he works his dick twice before swiping the tip onto your folds, gathering the wetness.

The action causes you to let out a whimper and this is all he needs to hear before he is pushing his dick fully inside of you. The stretch barely noticeable with all the prep that you have had to endure today.

He groans at your warmth and tosses his head back, reveling in it for just a second. When he recovers he is fucking into you quickly. The blue balls from earlier are catching up with him. All focus on you is now thrown out the window, all he needs is his release.

His hands fiddles around at your neck. His hot fingertips trying to find purchase of anything, finally finding your cross necklace. Fingers grip the thin chain as he pulls it back, the cool metal choking you.

Hips thrust into yours, all that is heard is skin on skin, and your little moans. The hand that isn't gripping your necklace is digging into your hips, probably leaving bruises there.

He grunts, "It's been too long since you've came to see me."

With how much he is holding you down, there isn't much movement that you can make. But you do move your neck slightly trying to look at him. Instead you make eye contact with the pictures on his desk. One is a picture of him and his daughter, identical smiles shining on their faces. The other is his wife on their wedding day, her white dress almost blinding.

You gulp and close your eyes, "Don't wanna get caught, do we." A pang of guilt hits your heart, but this moment is quite literally fucked out of your mind when he lifts your hips and thrusts into you at a new angle.

His arm is wrapped under your waist holding you up, the other is still gripping your necklace. Its almost as if he noticed what you had been looking at because he is now spearing you with his cock, like he's on a mission. A mission to make you forget. A mission to make you cum with him.

And it works because you are clenching onto his cock, warning of you oncoming orgasm. You know he is close too, with the way his hips stutter ever so slightly.

"Cum for me." Is all he has to say before you are thrown over your edge. Vision blurring as he fucks you through your peak.

You've barely come down from your high when he is pulling out of you. You whimper at the loss, still not being able to turn and look at him with the grip he has on your necklace.

His own hand works his dick, chasing that orgasm he denied himself of earlier. The hand on your necklace pulls back harder as he reaches his own orgasm. Ropes of cum paint your thighs and ass as the chain of your necklace finally snaps, cross clattering to the desk under you.

When he finishes he is leaning his body over yours, trapping you to the wood. He licks your earlobe before biting onto it lightly. He gets off of you, letting you finally turn and look at him.

You pick up your broken necklace from the desk and hold it up to him. Your head cocks in question. He lets out a chuckle, before taking it from your hands.

He places a kiss on your forehead, "I'll fix it."

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