#Seventh Fleet

[nevsollee]

#thrawn #star wars #chiss ascendancy #fanart #chimaera #7th fleet #seventh fleet #sunrise #mitth'raw'nuruodo #mitth #throwing in Thranto just because

[contentment-of-cats]

Pyrondi misbehaves

Artur Tagge is property of @aeon2407, used here with his grace and kindness.

It's a fucking mess, and Artur is chin deep in it. Governor Oulis is not only a double agent, but a play-both-ends-against-the-middle agent. Now the 96th Task force, the 501st, and 1st SCAR are in the shit, and he was babysitting a bunch-

chak-chak

of naval

chak-chak

officers who'd

chak-chak

come down

chak-chak

here on leave and-

chak-chunk

That was a RP-A501 grenade launcher getting a top-off and the loading port being closed. He looked around, spotting Kimmund searching for the source of the-

K-cheeeeeeeeee

The sound of a Aratech Z-series speeder bike firing. Two, then three. His own troops wouldn't dare, much less the 501st who wouldn't wipe themselves if Vader breathed wrong. Artur broke into a flat run. The naval officers. Dammit right to-

He hit the deck as one of the bikes came down the ramp in reverse, leveled out and blew for the mouth of the cavern. One navy driver and one on the back, reversed, and carrying a DC15-A, not a jot of fucking armor on either-

K-cheeeeeeeeee

He'd been climbing to his knees and hit the deck again as another bike reversed down the ramp, the navy cutie still swinging her leg over with her rifle-toting friend on the back. No A-501s in sight and-

K-cheeeeeeeeee

This time Artur steps back and eyeballs the one backing down the ramp. It's the tiny lieutenant with an A501 on her back and a fast-reloader swinging at her side. Artur leaps, seeing his father charging out of the troop carrier, shouting - no doubt at the top of his lungs. Artur lands on the pillion hard enough to make it fishtail, but not hard enough to stop the guided missile from taking off - and trying to remove him with every maneuver. He tried squeezing the breath out of her.

"I am ordering you to stop immediately and return to-"

"I'm the shooty one and you're the groundpounder. You are not in my chain of command, so fuck off in all directions Major Tagge!"

The shooty one. The Seventh. The Chimaera. One of the thorns in Uncle Tonio's side. Artur kicked himself. Pyrondi.

#artur tagge #thrawn #seventh fleet #96th task force #isd chimaera #pyrondi

[itsagrimm]

What fandom thinks Thrawn does on his day off?

visiting art museums, playing board games and optionally making out with *insert pairing*

What Thrawn wished he does on his day off?

laying on the couch in ysalamiri print underwear and watching space-cartoons reruns while consuming an ungodly amount of ice cream

What Thrawn really does?

trick question. He is a workaholic + palpatine is mean and never gives him a day off anyway.

#karyn faro comes into the office like hey boss you really need a break i have never not seen you work these past YEARS #thrawn #grand admiral thrawn #senior captain thrawn #galactic empire #seventh fleet #star destroyer chimera #isd chimaera #karyn faro

[darthcatboy]

we stan the only valid karyn

#karyn faro #meme #chimaera crew #i will protect her with my life #the thravand wrangler #star wars #seventh fleet

[retrocgads]

USA 1990

#USA1990 #SIMULATIONS CANADA #STRATEGY #WARGAME #IBM #APPLE #ATARIst #C64 #AMIGA #MALTA STORM #GRANT FLEET #BATTLE TANK BARBAROSSA TO STALINGRAD #FALL GELB #GOLAN FRONT #IN HARM'S WAY #GREY SEAS GREY SKIES #SEVENTH FLEET #ROMMEL AT GAZALA #TO THE RHINE #BATTLE OF THE ATLANTIC #SIEG IN AFRIKA #FIFTH ESKADRA #KURSK CAMPAIGN #STALINGRAD CAMPAIGN #OPERATION OVERLORD #ROMMEL AT EL ALAMEIN

[jedi-nurse]

I did think for a moment that the 7th fleet symbol might have been on the wall of the ship they were transporting Gideon in

#the mandalorian #the mandalorian spoilers #star wars #grand admiral thrawn #seventh fleet

[netmors]

STAR WARS: Eleventh Fleet AU

Admiral Karyn Faro

While I was creating concept art of her appearance, the result was art a la a movie poster. I especially like how the cape and blaster turned out.

Maybe I’ll get to the rest of the characters later, if I’m in the mood.

Eternal Eclipse - Reckoning

#star wars #eleventh fleet au #karyn faro #grand admiral thrawn #thrawn #thrawn trilogy #thrawn books #thrawn comic #thrawn ascendancy #admiral faro #au #art #my art #illustration #digital #netmors #star wars rebels #ahsoka series #although the eleventh fleet will have a different symbol karyn continues to “wear” the seventh fleet symbol on her cape #in a sense this is not even surprising - after all on coruscant call her “the last of the chimaera” #by the way she won’t put on the cape right away - she let’s say will have to earn it...

[seth-lael]

THE MANDALORIAN (2019 - ... )

Season 3 - Episode 7

#Seventh Fleet's symbol on Pellaeon's shoulder #Gideon will regret so much asking where's Thrawn #the mandalorian spoilers #starwarsedit #themandalorianedit #starwarsblr #starwarsdaily #swsource #sw #starwars #myset #starwarsbyme #mystarwars #moff gideon #star wars #captain pellaeon #mandalorian #mandalorianedit #Thrawn #Grand Admiral Thrawn

[mtg-cards-hourly]

Fleeting Image

"It was as if we fought a shadow." —Onean soldier

Artist: Dave Dorman TCG Player Link Scryfall Link EDHREC Link

#mtg #magic the gathering #tcg #$0.25 #dave dorman #fleeting image #seventh edition #creature #illusion

[andtherestishistory13]

I wanna have a movie night with Josh Kiszka and start with weird foreign films like The Seventh Seal, then follow it up with the best movies ever made, Legally Blonde and Steel Magnolias

#greta van fleet #gvf #josh kiszka #josh gvf #legally blonde #steel magnolias #seventh seal #films

[slytherinslut0]

MATTHEO RIDDLE- Beg For Me

Chapter One. Info: You and Mattheo have been butting heads for months, since you were assigned as his tutor, and one day during a session full of tense bickering, he has enough.

(This will essentially be a toxic book where we are Thèos fucktoy. No love here, very minimal fluff.)

Tags: Sub/Dom, Toxic Behaviour, Sub!Reader, Dom!Mattheo, Blackmail, Praise Kink, Begging, DubCon, CNC.

FIND THE REST OF THE CHAPTERS HERE.

You were a good girl, and an exemplary student. One who consistently demonstrated exceptional discipline and commitment. Your dedication to academics was unwavering, as you diligently followed the rules and guidelines, never straying from the prescribed path.

Your singular focus was on nurturing your intellectual curiosity, and you showed no interest in indulging in activities that might distract you from your educational pursuits. Your life was calm, quiet, and focused.

Until, one day everything fucking changed.

———

In the enchanted realm of Hogwarts, there resided a studious and exceptionally bright seventh-year Ravenclaw witch, known for her unwavering dedication to academics and her steadfast commitment to the noble pursuit of knowledge. This young sorceress, a paragon of virtue, refrained from the temptations that often lured her peers, steering clear of parties, alcohol, and the haze of smoke that veiled the Ravenclaw common room during clandestine gatherings.

Her life was meticulously ordered, her goals sharply defined. But the universe had a curious sense of humor, for it threw her into an unexpected affiliation with the most notorious bad boy in Slytherin:

Mattheo fucking Riddle.

He, the embodiment of rebellion, was a stark contrast to her pristine existence. Mattheo's reputation preceded him: a Slytherin troublemaker, one who was almost always found in the midst of chaos. His devil-may-care attitude was a challenge to authority, and there was not one singular individual that could tie him down.

Yet, fate had woven their paths together, forcing the astute young witch to confront the complexity of human nature, unraveling layers of his defiance while simultaneously testing the boundaries of her own steadfast resolve.

And that witch; that poor fucking witch--well, that was you.

———

"Please, Riddle...if you'd take a seat," you ran your tongue along the backside of your teeth, straightening your posture in your chair as you tried to contain your irritation. "...I must express my desire to commence our endeavors prior to the conclusion of the academic term."

"Eager, are we?" Mattheo sneered, sauntering toward the desk painfully fucking slow. "You know, Rome wasn't built in a day, and neither is mastery. I'll sit when I'm fuckin' ready to sit."

His voice was low, the sadistic drawl of his tone making your bones ignite with fury. Gods, he certainly fucking loved testing you.

"And I won't tell you again...call me Mattheo."

You inhaled a sharp breath, flattening out your blue uniform skirt against your thighs as you bit your tongue hard enough to make it bleed.

"Rome may not have been built in a day, but it certainly collapsed in one--now, I won't ask again, Riddle..." you looked up, meeting his dark obsidian eyes, fighting back a sadistic smirk of your own as he narrowed his gaze in challenge. "Take. A. Seat."

The words were clipped behind your teeth with an obvious urgency that shut Mattheo up for a few seconds, the gears turning inside his head as he contemplated how he could one up your little jab--a constant occurrence that seemed to happen every single fucking time you met with him.

At this point, your tutor sessions were an easy seventy percent bickering with the remaining thirty being a half-assed session of one-sided discussion where he mostly offers you fleeting blank stares while zoning you out. You hated that you'd agreed to this, but you knew you needed to get on (and remain on) Professor Dumbledores good side if you wanted a career here at the school after you graduated--and you were so fucking hungry for it you'd do almost anything to solidify your fate.

Even if it meant surrendering your sanity to the hands of Mattheo fucking Riddle.

You chose not to let him, of all individuals, tarnish your path. Your reputation, fragile as it may have been, resembled a tinderbox, and he was the combustible element, ready to erupt at any given moment. This resolve became your steadfast anchor, shaping the direction of your choices.

"You know," Mattheo said as he finally slumped down into the chair across from you, his tousled brown hair falling effortlessly over his forehead. "I was under the impression that the brilliant Ravenclaws such as yourself valued intellect over impulsive haste..." he tilted his head, his gaze scanning every movement of your body as you stared at him. "It was my understanding that impatience was more of a Gryffindor trait."

Your fingers trembled with palpable irritation, yet you understood the imperative need to suppress it. You couldn't afford to reveal just how deeply he affected you, realizing that acknowledging it would subject you to endless taunts and jibes, a fate you were determined to avoid at any cost. This restraint became your shield in moments such as these.

"You wish to discuss house values, Riddle?" You tilted your head, straightening out your posture once again. "Because I, in complete honesty, was under the impression that Slytherins were known for their resourcefulness...your reluctance to cooperate suggests a rather curious lack of ambition."

Mattheo narrowed his eyes, his expression growing icier. "Resourcefulness doesn't mean blindly following every stupid instruction thrown at you, and ambition means choosing the battles worth fighting, not wasting time on pathetic, trivial matters."

With a subtle smirk, he leaned back, hooking his arm on the back of his chair as he eyed your discomfort--seemingly undisturbed by your challenge--and you chewed on the inside of your cheek, somehow knowing he wasn't finished.

And of course, he wasn't. "If you really believe this seemingly-stubborn insistence on when or if I sit reflects a lack of ambition, you clearly misunderstand the depths of Slytherin cunning. We pick our battles wisely, and right now, this isn't one of them."

Your blood pressure surged, the crimson currents in your veins reaching their boiling point. Months of enduring relentless bickering and one-upmanship had pushed you to the edge--this man may be an utter degenerate but he certainly knows how to use his mouth when it matters. You could no longer bear the weight of this incessant game, and in a fleeting moment of frustration, you finally succumbed to the pressure.

You knew this was your breaking point.

"I'm just trying to fucking help you." You said, before you even realized you had. You hardly ever cussed, never out loud--that is. "If you don't want to be here, then get out. I promise you, you won't be hurting my feelings if you do."

He huffed, leaning forward and crossing his hands together on top of the desk as he wet his stupidly plush lips, a devilish grin swallowing his cheeks while he revelled in the fact he'd so clearly fucking won. Yet again.

"No," he said. "I don't think I will."

You clucked your tongue, irritated even further at his response, gaze narrowing ever-so-slightly before you rolled your eyes--brushing off his suffocating arrogance and pulling your textbook out of your bag, slamming it down on top of the desk between your bodies.

"The Grimoire of Arcane Relics?" Mattheo read the title out loud, voice laced with a confused, almost offended undertone. "We don't cover this until the middle of second term..."

You cocked an eyebrow. "And?"

"Seems a bit...hasty, to shove this down my throat so early on," his voice carried a sadistic drawl that nearly made you leap across the desk and choke him unconscious. This man knew how to fucking test you. "Would it not be far more beneficial to proceed in the order the books are taught?"

You drew in another swift breath, the fabric of your navy robes clinging to your form, trembling fingers smoothing out any wrinkles on your button-up blouse as you adjusted it.

"I was unaware..." you said, not bothering to look up. "...that the individual I'd be tutoring this term was in fact a professor, and not a seventh year student..." you glimpsed him now, offering him merely but a slight tilt of your head as you watched his jaw tense. "...I must have been ill-informed, do pardon my ignorance."

"A moment of self-awareness? What a fucking breakthrough for you, Raven...pity it took you so long." He was clasping his hands together on top of the desk with enough force to involuntarily crack his knuckles. "Maybe there's hope for you yet, though I wouldn't hold my fucking breath."

"Please don't," you said, teeth gritting. "We wouldn't want to deprive your already-oxygen-starved brain of any more, now would we? It needs all the help it can get."

Mattheo's gaze sharpened, his lips curving into a teasing smirk, highlighting the scars that adorned them. The effect he had on you was undeniable, a sensation you longed to dismiss more than anything. However, with every passing moment in his presence, resisting the pull of attraction became an increasingly futile endeavour--yes, he was suffocatingly arrogant, but Gods, he was fucking attractive.

And he knew it.

"Quite the fucking mouth on you, I'll admit..." he dropped his voice to a low whisper, so deep it practically rattled your bones as it vibrated through you. "Never met a Ravenclaw with such an attitude problem...maybe I could tutor you on how to fix that issue, once we're done here, of course."

Your stomach twisted, heat spreading through your veins like wildfire. Curse him and his painstakingly arrogant charm. Curse him to bloody hell.

"It'd be a cold day in hell before I take any sort of guidance from you, Riddle..." you whispered, your voice accidentally reverberating as a seductive pitch. "And even then, I'd probably still refrain."

"You don't know when to shut the fuck up, do you?..." his eyes darkened, an evil mischief crawling its way through his irises. "What would daddy Dumbledore think about the way you're speaking to me, huh?"

Your heart stalled. "I-"

Your words faltered as Mattheo stood up, moving leisurely like a predatory creature circling its prey, until he was right beside you. His eyes, sharp as daggers, bored into your skull, and he loomed over you, a sadistic smirk twisting his lips into a cruel curve. The sight sent a shiver down your spine, knotting your stomach with an unsettling mix of fear and desire.

He placed a singular hand on your desk, leaning down closer to your level. "Perhaps I pay him a little visit...perhaps I tell him that you've been missing lessons, that you've been extremely unprofessional...perhaps I somehow fail my next exam...perhaps-"

"Okay, okay!" You panicked, cutting him off. "You've made your point, Riddle...I'm sorry, okay?" The words were fucking painful as you forced them past your teeth, and you swallowed your ego, looking up at him with wide, innocent eyes. "Let's just get this over with, please?"

Mattheo huffed, gratified by how effortlessly his threats appeared to compel your submission. The gears turned in his head as he grasped the extent of the power he truly wielded over you. He fully understood that your entire post-graduate career almost certainly depended on his decisions, and he was eagerly anticipating taking action.

"I like the way you say please..." his voice was breathless, his dark eyes consumed by something you couldn't really identify as he slumped down in the chair directly next to you, his sight never once leaving yours. "Do it again."

Your body tensed, immobilized as he inched closer, his penetrating eyes scrutinizing your features with intense focus. It was no secret that Mattheo had been oblivious to your existence until he was placed under your guidance--despite being the most popular Slytherin student in the school, you, a practically invisible Ravenclaw, were easy to overlook. It had taken him over three weeks to even remember your name, a fact he never bothered to acknowledge, let alone use.

But within that time frame, within the time you'd been tutoring him; as much as he drove you mentally fucking insane, you couldn't deny that every time he'd show up for lessons with torn knuckles, cut lips and alcohol radiating from his breath--you couldn't help but to feel something in the pit of your stomach.

Whether that sensation was disgust, arousal, or sheer terror, you couldn't quite pinpoint. It was a feeling that whispered in your veins, urging you to surrender to the dominance he held over you. It screamed for you to let him have his way without resistance, because just as he commanded your obedience, he wielded the same control over the entire damn school. The prospect of defying him felt like a dangerous game you weren't willing to play.

"Riddle-"

He tilted his head, his face dangerously close to yours now, his eyes peering into your soul as he stared. As he wet his lips, his breath turning shallow, you felt a feeling brewing in the pit of your stomach, and one between your thighs as well.

"I said, do it again." His voice was a mere breath as it left his lips, his eyes studying you as though you were a page of a textbook. Not that he'd ever read one of those. "Go on, Raven...beg for me..."

Your breath hitched, and you involuntarily clutched the edges of the wooden chair between your fingers with an indescribable force. You didn't want to admit it--not to Mattheo, not to anyone really--but you were a virgin. You'd never even kissed a boy; your entire life was devoted to your studies...so this...this was extremely fucking new to you.

When you remained silent, Mattheo's eyes darkened even further, turning a shade of obsidian so intense they put even the stormiest midnight skies to shame.

"You want me to keep your perfect little reputation intact, hm?" He breathed, leaning closer. "You want me to help you stay on Dumbledores good side?"

Your throat was more arid than the desert, and you nodded, unable to blink--unable to peel your fucking eyes off of him.

"Then do as I say..." he murmured, a large battered hand finding purchase on your thigh, your entire body involuntarily flinching at the foreign contact. "I want to hear you, Raven."

You stared down at his hand resting lazily over the fabric of your blue uniform skirt--it's massive size swallowing up almost the entirety of your thigh, calloused palm catching on the pleats as it slid upwards, agonizingly slowly--and when he paused, stretching his fingers around the diameter of your thigh the best he could, fingers digging into your flesh as he squeezed; you gasped, involuntarily, and he huffed--bringing his lips dangerously close to your ear.

"One more chance..." he purred, and you could practically hear the smirk on his lips. "You won't like what'll happen-"

"Please!" You snapped, squeezing your thighs together out of pure desperation. "Please, Mattheo...please, let's just get this over with..."

"Mm." He hummed in satisfaction, slowly pulling his hand off of you. "That's fucking right..." he murmured, warm breath tickling your ear. "Nothing is sweeter than your submission, Raven."

You swallowed, not daring to look at him, nodding your head frantically in response as he pulled away, slumping back in the chair--not once peeling his eyes off of you, spreading his legs way-too-fucking wide as he made himself comfortable--he was silent, now, watching your chest rise and fall with each shallow breath, watching the way you squirmed in your chair at his sudden dominance--a dominance that had an effect on you that you couldn't even begin to describe.

And then, before you could even realize what was happening, Mattheo leaned back in, his fingers gripping your jaw and tilting your face towards his--and as you meet his dark, intoxicating eyes, your lungs stalled, entire body shrinking in your seat as he stared at you with such intensity that you felt like he could see right through you.

"From now on, I'm in charge here," he murmured, his voice low and dangerous. "Understand?"

You swallowed the lump of anxiety in your throat, and watched his darkened amber eyes as they glanced over your lips, lingering there for far too long, before returning back up to meet your gaze--something swimming in his irises that made your stomach twist.

When you were silent, he tilted his head, cocking an eyebrow. "Use your words, Raven..."

"Yes." You squeaked, voice barely audible. "I understand."

He hummed, a devilish smirk crawling across his lips, fingers digging into your jaw with added pressure as he pulled you closer, lips so close you'd touch with a deep enough breath.

"Understand, what?" He breathed, eyes dipping over your lips yet again. "Say my fucking name."

"Mattheo..." you couldn't breathe, couldn't move, could only obey his words as though he was controlling you like a puppet on strings. "I understand, Mattheo."

He huffed, smirking. "Good girl, Raven..." his voice was a mere breath as it left his lips, his full lashes fluttering as he blinked, meeting your eyes. "You learn so quickly...I should have done this months ago..."

When he pulled back, slowly releasing you, air slowly returned to your lungs; not enough to rid the dizziness from your brain but just enough to keep you conscious. Mattheo turned toward the desk now, as though nothing even happened, gesturing for you to start the lesson.

And somehow, you did.

—————-

Chapter two->

#smut #fanfic #severus #severus snape #harry potter #professor snape #severus smut #severus x y/n #draco fanfic #lucius malfoy #mattheoxreader #mattheoriddlesmut #mattheo riddle #mattheo #mattheo riddle smut #mattheoriddle #mattheo smut #mattheo x you #mattheo x y/n #riddle smut #Tom riddle #tomriddlesmut #theodore nott smut #theodore nott #tomriddle #theoriddlesmut #theoriddle #tomriddle smut #tomriddle x reader #lucius malfoy x reader

[jobssok]

America's seventh fleet will become armor for Taiwan, 70 ships, 150 fighters and 27 thousand soldiers are deployed

America’s seventh fleet will become armor for Taiwan, 70 ships, 150 fighters and 27 thousand soldiers are deployed

Highlights The headquarters of the Seventh Fleet also resided in the enemy country of America, China. The US Navy’s fleet serves 50 percent of the world’s population. Seventh Fleet is equipped with twice the nuclear submarines than the entire Navy of China Apart from World War II, this Navy also has experience in the Philippine, Korean, Vietnamese and Gulf Wars. Washington, The naming of the US…

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#Americas #armor #deployed #fighters #fleet #seventh #ships #soldiers #Taiwan #thousand

[contentment-of-cats]

FINALLY SHE POSTS

Care: Chapter 24 (69341 words) by cathouse_mary Chapters: 24/? Fandom: Star Wars: Thrawn Series - Timothy Zahn (2017), Star Wars: Thrawn Ascendancy Trilogy - Timothy Zahn, Star Wars Legends: Thrawn Trilogy - Timothy Zahn, Star Wars: Rebels Rating: Explicit Warnings: Graphic Depictions Of Violence Relationships: Relationships to be added, Pellaeon/Marinith, Pyrondi & Thrawn | Mitth'raw'nuruodo, Thrawn/Pyrondi Characters: Thrawn | Mitth'raw'nuruodo, Pyrondi (Star Wars), Hammerly (Star Wars), Gilad Pellaeon, characters to be added - Character, Albus Marinith, Voss Parck, Dagon Niriz, Lomar (Star Wars), Agral (Star Wars), Original Imperial Characters (Star Wars), Original Female Imperial Character(s) Additional Tags: Being Lost, post-Lothal, Whump, injuries, Emotional Hurt, Hurt/Comfort, Post-Traumatic Stress Disorder - PTSD, Blankets, No Beta We Die Like Clones Summary: The 7th fleet is decimated, lost, and trying to survive being abandoned in deep space. Thrawn is recovering from his injuries, his officer corps dead or injured.

#thrawn #pellaeon #pyrondi #isd chimaera #seventh fleet

[japantourguide]

220521-N-QD512-1304 by U.S. Pacific Fleet Via Flickr: SHIMODA, Japan (May 21, 2022) Capt. Rich Jarrett, commander, Fleet Activities Yokosuka (CFAY), pays respects to fallen members of Commodore Matthew C. Perry's crew during the 83rd annual Shimoda Black Ship festival. The Shimoda Black Ship festival, or Shimoda Kurofune, celebrates Commodore Matthew C. Perry's arrival to Japan, Japan's subsequent opening to international trade, and the U.S.-Japan alliance. For 75 years, CFAY has provided, maintained, and operated base facilities and services in support of U.S. 7th fleet's forward deployed naval forces, tenant commands, and thousands of military and civilian personnel and their families. (U.S. Navy photo by Mass Communication Specialist 1st Class Kaleb J. Sarten)

#CFAY #Yokosuka #U.S. Seventh Fleet #CNRJ #Black Ship #Shimoda #Shizuoka #Japan

[chooseruin]

The thing making me Feral about Judith Deuteros today is like. Her absolutely unfortunate attempt to declare martial law at Canaan House was the only thing she had to contribute. She is the ranking Cohort officer in this situation (she thinks) and like that's IT. In practical terms she's the weakest player there and she knows this; never mind the illest anime ill girl in the whole Seventh House and the three simultaneous greatest necromancers of their generation and Abigail Pent (at whom she is in any case strenuously not looking), Isaac could punt her through a wall. Silas is good enough at his terrible job that an actual Lyctor had to punch him out and then orchestrate that situation with the keys just to make ABSOLUTELY certain no one would ever listen to him. Judith is a competent melee support necromancer when in an actual melee. Judith can hold her own against Camilla Hect at ceiling chess even with a high fever, but Camilla and Palamedes and Ianthe are also there. Judith's cavalier is the glory of the Second House and their ability to work together is like... it's fine. It's professional. It's good. This is what peak performance looks like. It's fine. They're fine. Everything's fine. The hardware on her uniform is the only thing that's supposed to matter that she has and no one else does, that's ALL she has that she can imagine leveraging to get them out of here, and the way that works when your dad is the Fleet Admiral is that they give you everything you ask for and then you spend the rest of your life scrambling to earn it and she's not even very good at that. She has the charisma of drywall (affectionate/despairing) and all she can do to assert authority is fall back on the Cohort playbook and holy fuckballs did no one else in this bar actually care about that even BEFORE people started dying and all she does is completely discredit the actually pretty reasonable option of pulling together and trying to get out of this. And then Camilla Hect happens in front of everyone. And then the situation is REALLY losing cabin pressure and it's glorious last stand o'clock and her glorious last stand turns ugly and squalid and doesn't even help and she doesn't even get to die for it. She's the perfect product of ten thousand years of God needing cultural infrastructure for his genocide run against the rest of the universe, and she doesn't even get to Charge of the Light Brigade her way out. She doesn't get to die senselessly and prove to everyone that the rules don't matter anymore, because no one else ever really believed they did. She's so goddamn doomed by the narrative that it won't even let her die. Corona won't let her die. Blood of Eden won't let her die. MERCYMORN THE FIRST takes time out of a very packed schedule specifically to not let her die, not even long enough to come back wrong, how much more wrong could she get. She's the last kid left in Hamelin and she's opposite day Jackie Yellowjackets and she's a minor war poet and a virgin who can't drive and a wholeass Indelicates song and the most exhausted twenty-two-year-old in the universe and THAT'S ALL BEFORE NT9. Who is being happened to like her.

#the locked tomb #tltposting #judith deuteros #embodiment of “of course god doesn't hate you. he doesn't care enough about you for that.” #scrungliest dirt-jar kitten. bad-time girl. sad wwi military homoerotic girlflop.

[cabotwife]

Could you do a smut dom dynamics dom!johanna and sub!reader with something involving that elevator scene?

thank you for your request! i'm truly sorry if this is poorly written, it's my first time writing smut

Dress

Johanna Mason x Fem!Reader

warnings: smut, poorly written smut at that, pwp basically ig bc i cannot write

word count: 1792

a/n: forgive me.

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as you ascend the final step to the seventh floor, a soft hum escaping your lips, you glance around at the familiar surroundings. the elevators were bustling with activity, so you chose the more solitary path of the numerous stairs. you've made this journey with one destination in mind: Johanna’s floor. you intend to spend some quality time with her, a quiet moment amidst the chaos of the day, of the entire idea of the upcoming games.

your attention is immediately drawn by the sound of her voice echoing down the hallway. a sense of excitement and anticipation wells up within you as you hurriedly pace towards the source. “Johanna?” you call out, your gaze settling on the tall figure standing in the hallway. to your surprise, she's completely naked.

she turns to look at you, a playful smirk playing on her lips. “hey, y/n, what brings you here?” she asks, her tone light and teasing. she begins strolling towards her room, and you fall into step behind her, struggling to keep your eyes averted from her exposed form.

“i...i just wanted to see you..” you admit, your voice barely above a whisper, your cheeks tingling with a blush.

“is that so?” she responds, her eyebrow arched in curiosity as she pivots on her heel, officially facing you while she steps backwards into her room.

your gaze inadvertently drops to the fullness of her breasts before you quickly force your eyes upwards, then away from the brunette entirely. your cheeks feel like they're on fire as you try your hardest not to stare.

“hey, look at me." Johanna reaches out to cup your jaw, gently turning your face towards hers. a confident grin appears on her lips as she takes in your flushed features. “you’re a little red, princess..” she teases, her thumb soothingly rubbing against your heated cheek.

ignoring the pounding in your chest, you manage to mumble out, “why are you naked?” your eyes are wide, innocence shining through.

her chuckle resonates in the quiet room, “why aren’t you?” she counters teasingly, a hand resting on your waist while the other traces the delicate strap of your silky green dress.

“god, Jo.." you whisper, a sharp intake of breath as she pulls you closer, your bodies now pressed against each other as you breathe in sync, your breaths mingling.

your eyes flicker down to her lips, but that fleeting glance is all it takes. the brunette takes this as an invitation, surging forward to push her lips onto yours.

you reciprocate without hesitation, your arms instinctively moving to loop around her neck, pulling her closer. the kiss is passionate, her lips soft and warm against yours. you part your lips slightly, allowing her to deepen the kiss.

you begin to pull away slowly, but she's not done with you yet. she chases after your lips, your bodies pressed together in a heated embrace. her hand begins to toy with the hem of your dress, tugging it higher with each passing moment. the taste of her breath is intoxicating, and you can feel the rhythmic thudding of your heartbeats merging into one.

“god." she breathes out, pulling back to look at you. “you’re so pretty, baby.” she mumbles, tugging your dress up further, revealing your white lace panties.

her hands glide over your waist, gripping it possessively before guiding you into a sitting position on her bed.

she drops down, positioning herself on her knees between the spread of your thighs, and in an almost teasing manner, prevents you from snapping them shut. her hands glide along the stretch of your skin, both gentle and firm, eliciting a soft, surprised exhale from you. your gaze is drawn downward, landing on the brunette girl averting her attention solely on you, comfortably kneeling between your oh-so-willingly open legs.

"so pretty.." she murmurs in a hushed whisper, her words barely audible. as if to punctuate her comment, she trails a series of kisses along the inside of your left thigh. each one is wet, hot, and tantalizingly close to where you yearn for her attention the most. “take your dress off, hm?” she maintains a steady, intense eye contact with you as she leans her cheek against your thigh, her warm breath lightly fanning against the fabric of your panties.

your cheeks flush a heated red as you heed her command, hastily pulling your dress up and over your head. she reaches out to take the discarded garment from your hands, tossing it carelessly away from the bed with a devilish smirk painted on her lips.

her eyes scan over your exposed body with a predatory gaze, her hands trailing up from your thighs, tracing the contours of your abdomen, before settling on your breasts. her hands hover over your full breasts, the anticipation causing an involuntary shiver to run down your spine, before she retracts them, returning her focus back to your thighs, pushing herself up slightly.

“Johanna..” your voice soft and pleading as she begins pressing sloppy, wet kisses to your lower abdomen.

“hm?” she hums in response, her voice muffled as she continues to mark your skin, making her way down to your panty line.

“please.” you whisper, your fingers finding their way into her neat, brown hair. she looks up at you, her eyes holding a glint of mischief as she sucks another hickey into the skin underneath the hem of your panties, her finger hooking into the waistband to begin to tug them down your thighs.

she arches an eyebrow in a silent question as your eyes meet, both blown wide in a shared lust and need for one another. “please what, sweet girl?” she asks in a low, teasing tone. by this point, your panties had been discarded, thrown to the same place she had tossed your dress.

“god- Johanna.. just, please.” you whimper, your hips arching upwards in a silent plea, your cheeks flushed with a mix of embarrassment and desire.

the brunette tuts, pulling her face away from your body completely. you let out a near pitiful sound at the sudden loss of contact. “just tell me what you want, come on baby..” she grins up at you, her eyes never leaving yours.

“fuck me, please- i.. please fuck me, ‘anna,” you mumble, your hand tightening its grip in her hair in an attempt to guide her to where you needed hr, “need you..” you whisper, your eyes locked onto her smug smirk. and before you can even process your own words, she’s diving headfirst into your beyond soaked core.

you gasp, a jolt of pleasure causing your face to scrunch up.

Johanna’s lips suck harshly at your clit as she slowly prods a finger against your entrance. her mouth never leaves your sensitive bud as she pushes her digit in, quickly going from one finger to three.

you let out a deep, guttural moan, your body instinctively bucking your hips towards her face in a desperate search for more contact. she counteracts your movements, her strong hands pressing against your thighs to hold your squirming body in place. “feels so good,” you moan out, your fingers finding their way into her hair, tugging at it in a primal display of pleasure.

“yeah, baby?” she responds, her voice a low, sultry murmur against your clit, “god, you’re so wet for me.” her lips press a lingering kiss to your clit once more before beginning a slow, torturous journey up your body. she guides you to lay back on the bed, her body hovering over yours, a protective and dominating presence.

she takes her time as she reaches your breasts, her teeth nipping at the sensitive skin before her mouth descends on your nipple. her fingers continue their relentless rhythm inside of you, her palm taking over the duty of her tongue on your clit.

your hips instinctively find a rhythm with her thrusts, her eyes, dark and filled with lust, never leaving your face as she watches your reactions. your head falls back, a silent testament to the pleasure she’s causing you.

she increases the pressure of her palm against your clit, grinding it against you, her moans vibrating against your nipple as one of your hands leaves her hair, instead opting to grip at her back, trying to pull her closer to you.

a sharp gasp escapes you as she nips at your nipple, your nails unintentionally digging into the soft skin of her back, marking her as yours.

Johanna can’t help the smug smirk that graces her face when she feels your pussy begin to tighten around her fingers. “gonna cum for me, pretty girl?” she pants against your nipple before continuing her journey up your body, her lips finally meeting yours.

she captures your lips in a passionate kiss, her thrusts increasing in speed. your lips part in surprise as she kisses you, your moan swallowed by her mouth. your hips buck near wildly and your nails drag down her back.

“Jo,” you whimper into her mouth, “please, god, please…” the passionate blush on your face deepens as she showers you with sloppy kisses, her lips journeying from your mouth to your ear. she pants heavily against it, the sound sending shivers down your spine.

a loud, unrestrained cry escapes you as your orgasm crashes over you, your body convulsing under her. your back arches off the bed, your face scrunching up in an expression of pure bliss.

Johanna does everything in her power to prolong your climax, wanting to make it as pleasurable as possible for you. eventually, she slips her fingers from your still spasming pussy as she sits up, sliding off of you. she grins down at her fingers, soaked in your juices, and slowly takes them in her mouth.

a soft gasp escapes your lips as you watch her moan around her own fingers.

Johanna hums contentedly as she finishes, flopping herself backwards on the bed and pulling you towards her. the both of you lay there in silence for a few moments, just trying to catch your breath.

“you did so good for me,” she whispers, her fingers lightly tracing patterns up and down your spine.

a soft chuckle escapes you as you nuzzle your face into her chest, her arms wrapping around you in a comforting hold. “you did good too,” you hum, emphasizing your next words, “really good.” you look up to meet her gaze, her eyes soft as they gaze down at you, a playful smile tugging at the corners of her mouth.

she lets out a soft laugh, her hand moving to press a tender kiss to your sweaty hairline, “go to sleep, baby, we've got a big day tomorrow,” she mumbles.

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