maleyearner

[maleyearner]

lowkey dub-con stalker!james kelly smut where he fucks you angrily after seeing you getting close and grinding on your guy friends at the club.

[maleyearner]

omg you’re back! i missed your blog so much!

this means so. so. so much to me. thank you, expect content soon, honey 🩶

[maleyearner]

‧₊ * masterlists ༉‧₊˚

the hunger games

includes peeta mellark, finnick odair, katniss everdeen, haymitch abernathy, and johanna mason.

x-men universe

includes logan howlett, scott summers, erik lehnsherr, alex summers, pietro maximoff, wanda maximoff, and laura kinney.

hayden christensen characters

includes anakin skywalker, james kelly, sam monroe, scott barringer, stephen glass, and aj gino.

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‧₊ * hayden christensen characters masterlist ༉‧₊˚

anakin skywalker

high mile misdeeds , smut

rule breaker , smut

james kelly

video phone , smut

headcanons ノ drabbles

modern!anakin skywalker headcanons

[maleyearner]

rule breaker

cw smut (thigh riding, clothed sex, slight exhibitionism, semi-humping?) pair jedi knight!anakin skywalker + afab!reader sum you're needy, but the jedi code forbids sexual interaction or relations. a/n none

anakin pulled your hips forward with one hand and covered your mouth with the other, tilting his head up menacingly and smirking. "like i said.. quiet." he's been so persistent on trying this newfound 'loophole,' despite not wanting to get caught.

your hips left and met his belt with each grind; occasionally lifting your hips to force them back down on his clothed thigh, anakin let out breathy moans and deep, appreciative grunts. you remained more vocal, praising him for being less uptight tonight.

"please, ani, i want more," you beg, shutting your eyes tightly and holding onto his shoulders for much needed support.

he slowly ran his hands up and down your sides, squeezing gently and biting his lip when he viewed your scrunched and frustrated face.

"so fucking needy, my love.." he slapped down on the side of your thigh and chuckled, "you need this so bad you're willing to break the code for me?"

you nodded impatiently and gripped onto his shoulder blades, digging your nails in and making his back arch slightly. "pleasee, ani, fuck-"

now wet and heated, anakin's thigh bobbed up and down as he bounced it and gave your pussy more stimulation. you were close to cumming on him before he reached a hand down and circled your clit. "don't even have to fuck you properly and you still get like this," he mumbles teasingly.

faint beeps and chatter flood your ears as you realize the aircraft would be landing soon; and here you were with anakin, in a guest bedroom, fucking yourself senseless on his thigh because it goes against what he currently believes.

with your head turned away, anakin stimulates your clit harder and grunts at his fast pace before using his other hand to grab your chin. "don't worry about that.."

you worry at the staff outside and droid beeps growing louder by the second, likely to retrieve anakin. "what did i say?" he speaks up again and this time squeezes your cheeks together and forced your eyes upon his.

"make this quick, sweetheart, c'mon-" he whispers and shuts his eyes, feeling himself get harder and the heat flowing down his pants as you cum.

dt @bulllsseye @khoatic-with-no-energy @ohgodimgoungtodie

[maleyearner]

motel six

cw age gap, smut (overstimulation, unprotected p in v, riding, rough, drunken sex, creampie) pair old man!logan howlett + younger!afab!reader sum after meeting logan at a bar, he takes you back to a motel and goes harder than you think you can handle. a/n none

the smell of whiskey stung you as you entered the bar; varied customers drank for a reason, but you felt empty and just really needed a drink. a relationship with your best friend went sour after you discovered she spoke lowly of you behind your back. she was one of the first people you met since moving into town for college, so you didn't think it was even possible she could do something so.. bitchy.

coming to your senses once getting to the front of the bar, you spotted a man not far on a stool. his brows furrowed in a way that suggested frustration and his glasses, thin readers specifically, told you that that frustration came from concentration. you peered down to his hands and saw a cold, wet beer glass that was near empty. next to it was a finished glass of what you guessed to be whiskey.

with his worn tux shifting as he started to get up, you neared him. "leaving a good drink so early?" he raised a sharp brow and looked back at the cheap beer and short, foggy glass.

his brown eyes fixed back on you, "if you can call it good, yeah." you smirk and huff before ordering.

"just two whiskeys, please," your request catches the older man's ear, causing him to turn back and question it.

"you gonna handle two by yourself?" he presumed you were just now able to drink and taking advantage of your legal id. you took both drinks in your hands and didn't hesitate to start sipping on one. "don't have anyone to enjoy them with.."

the slight movement in your eyes tore his confidence down as he towered over you, but the free drink in your hand called him. he wasn't much of an alcoholic, except when he was. when he sat with you, he learned your name, why you bothered the shitty bar, etc. his job as a chauffeur helped him get by; bachelor and bachelorette parties, mostly. he's seen his fair share of craziness; you were on your third round of drinks when logan slowed down, wanting to savor the conversation and the sight of you.

before you knew it, your shoes felt uncomfortable and kicking them off in his motel room was what you needed. he shuffled off his blazer and watched as you undressed, "this what a couple of drinks does to you, hm?"

you shook your head and backed him into the leather comforter in the corner of the room. he huffed and laid back, watching as you strutted towards him in lacy black underwear, topless and exposed. he'd been in this position before, nobody he cared to know, though. you weren't different in his eyes, but he'd treat you like such for your experience. you'd end up leaving in the morning and forgetting the name you moaned over and over again.

"fuck, logan-" you yelped as he pulled you onto his lap and unbuttoned his shirt. his fingers snaked down to slide your lacy fabric over. you helped the thin clothing off of him and grinded down on his rough jeans, feeling the friction warm your pussy before he could really touch you. he was eager to rid his thick thighs of his { now wet } jeans. the air conditioning hummed and cooled the room as he heated you up; logan's cock throbbed against your clit before he slowly slid into you, not moving until your fit of moans hushed.

his thrusts began easy and when he picked up the pace, it was at your request. you rode him, holding onto his shoulders and raking your fingers slowly up to the bottom tufts of his dark hair. it took all of your energy to bounce on him, the back of your thighs smacking the top of his.

you felt his large hand reach for your lower back and he gently ran it over your ass, smacking in his favor. they made you yelp and flinch up to a position where he felt more of you. "oh, god! right there, fuck-" you cried out and sunk your nails into his skin; no need to apologize for the harsh action after hearing his grunt of pleasure. you felt a wave wash over you as you came around him and slowed until he was finished.

logan's movements quickened, blinding you from the fact that he already came inside you. he lifted you and kept your pussy around his dick as he moved to the near bed and laid you down. he didn't stop; his thrusts seemed now like an unexcused punishment.

"logan, please- i already-" you lips eluded a whine, but your arms still held him close, appreciating temporary scars you gave him. "you're fine, baby, c'mon," he groaned, "ya feel that, hm?"

the mutant grunted into your ear, his dog tags hanging and hitting your lips with each movement. "what? my baby need it rougher?" he teased, snapping his hips up aggressively.

you held his veiny arm and pushed against it, feeling your orgasm near. your stomach grew tight as you clenched around him and logan felt it. he hissed again; his stamina didn't quit, though. the feeling of another orgasm chased through your aching body.

"don't stop, pleaseeee," you dragged your words tiredly and felt yourself leak onto the bed, wet noises filling the motel room and logan's grunting lowering into soft moans as he filled you up. the tip of his nose met yours with a heavy huff.

dt @bulllsseye @ohgodimgoungtodie @khoatic-with-no-energy

[maleyearner]

and if i said the batcave was soundproof.. ?

[maleyearner]

body tats - logan drabble

cw smut (body worship, unprotected p in v, fem/afab receiving oral) a/n for afab or fem reader..i got a burst of energy and decided to feed you guys.

"been hiding this from me, baby?" he asked gently, lifting your lacy tank top with his thumb and looking at your lowered face. logan knelt on his rough jeans and kissed your waistline with ease, practically sucking on your inked skin. when he finally undressed you for the first time, his eyes fixed on your tattoo you never told him about, which he found more than attractive on you.

his smirk grew as you undressed and showed a few others, places he could kiss and appreciate. he mumbled about giving you more marks, ones that would mean more. his kisses were gentle and turned rough once he heard you. "please- daddy!"

logan's head nodded up slightly from your waist as he slipped your shorts down, "don't shut up now." he continued eagerly and kissed your plush thighs, holding them up for more access to your wet pussy before he stuck his tongue in first and ate you out like the animal he told himself he'd never be.

"stay still, you can take it..trust me," he grumbled between your legs, teasing the tip of his nose against your clit. your squirms grew impatient, but his instructions were clear. "wait until i'm inside you, princess."

your eyes shut from overstimulation when he pulled his jeans down and fucked you raw; logan carried no hesitation when he said he needed your body.

(okay that's the end of my night thoughts..)

dt @bulllsseye @khoatic-with-no-energy @ohgodimgoungtodie

[maleyearner]

girl dad!logan howlett headcanons

a/n he's such a girl dad to me, i love this man..all fluffy xx

girl dad!logan pretends to talk to his daughter's stuffed toys, which ends up being low grumbles

girl dad!logan would hold his daughter's hands and clap them together while singing her favorite tune

girl dad!logan makes snarky faces at his daughter's dates

girl dad!logan will let his daughter put her tiara on his head and fix his hair horns after

girl dad!logan is experienced with nail polish

girl dad!logan wears a dark outfit then carries his baby's glittery pink backpack when she doesn't want to

girl dad!logan will perk his brow up at his teen daughter's gossip with her best friend

girl dad!logan never not poses for a selfie when his daughter/s ask

girl dad!logan had gotten used to having his hair in messy styles with glittery and makeup on his face

girl dad!logan will put the radio on and wiggle on the couch enthusiastically while his daughter has a solo dance party

girl dad!logan holds all the shopping bags when she goes out to the mall

girl dad!logan doesn't verbally get annoyed when she walks in front of the tv (sports are on)

girl dad!logan watched his daughter try to be tough like him

girl dad!logan told everyone he wouldn't cry when she moved out and lied in that moment

dt @bulllsseye @ohgodimgoungtodie @khoatic-with-no-energy

[maleyearner]

y'all don't get it.. i need that. like.. truly.

[maleyearner]

‧₊ * x-men franchise masterlist ༉‧₊˚

james "logan" howlett

motel six , smut

dirty laundry , smut

headcanons ノ drabbles

body tats drabble , smut

girl dad!logan headcanons

[maleyearner]

hey guys what if i said something

[maleyearner]

logan is def the type to stitch up his kid's stuffed toy with his little reading glasses and a tiny needle, poking his tongue out in concentration.

[maleyearner]

dirty laundry

cw smut (age gap, pervy!logan, doggy style, creampie, unprotected p in v, light spanking, clothed sex? panties fixation sigh). sum logan's seen you around the complex and he needs you..bad. pair dpaw!logan howlett + female!reader. a/n wrote this because i was bored..and the people deserve it. i loved dpaw sm it was so amazing?? not proofread...

when he saw you holding your laundry basket against your hip every thursday, he couldn't help but stare. your shorts riding up when you bent over to grab a piece of clothing you dropped or your long t-shirt lifting slightly, exposing skin, when you reached up to grab something from the cabinet.

logan noticed you moved in a few months after him; you've only been living on your own for a few years and college debt was your main concern now. he peeped your diplomas and trophies in your boxes when you moved in; he liked smart girls.

"do you need a hand?" he asked, walking into the complex's laundry room with his smaller basket in his grasp. you looked back from the tall cabinets and smiled softly, "uh, yeah. nobody replaced the tide pods and they're-"

he set his clothes down and nodded, reaching for the boxes of detergent pods and refilling the small bowl near the washer. when you saw him around, he didn't look helpful or even too happy most of the time. you grabbed the soap and tossed it in the washer with your first load and turned towards him apologetically.

"it's alright, i don't have much here anyways. i'm logan," he greeted officially with a short handshake. you returned it with a smile.

it didn't take long for you to invite him to dinner and eventually the two of you became friends. logan helped you with laundry often and he was glad to do so. 'we're friends now right?' he'd say when you asked if it was too much.

he texted you one night asking for you to finally come over to his place. you shrugged it off and decided it was fine since he's been over more than a few times. he never said, but he didn't wanna taint your house with what he wanted to do to you.

logan's hand met your thigh needily on the couch, moving up into your shorts. you protested at first, but he cooed into your ear telling you he wanted to help you more than just the laundry. giving in, you nodded and leaned back on the soft leather of his couch. you didn't deny that he was attractive, but you didn't think he'd act on anything you wanted, so you left it alone. having someone to help around was enough, right?

his fingers slicked along your panties, moving them to the side. the lacy ones he helped load recently, his favorites. your hips bucked into his touch as he fingered you, coating them and pumping them in and out until you whimpered mercilessly. logan's hands were larger, filling you thickly until you cunt threatened to cum. he sat next to you, urging his touch deeper and using his other hand to hold your waist down steady.

"been thinkin' bout this since you moved in.." he mumbled, curling his fingers into you. small whimpers fell from your bitten lips, begging him to fuck you.

he stopped just when you were close and tilted his head at your spent face, "c'mon..turn," he told you.

you obliged and turned with your face against the cushions, ass up and all for him. logan pulled your shorts down slowly, savoring every inch of skin he exposed. "look at you.."

logan's hand smacked down on your ass, earning a hiss from you. he unbuttoned and pulled down his jeans and boxers, readying himself against you. he didn't even bother to take your panties off; he fucked through them and got them just as wet as you. you felt the fabric piston inside of you as he picked up the pace and held your waist still.

your hair was yanked back by one of his large hands, "you fuckin' feel that?" he grumbled low enough for you to hear. his grip released on your waist, now one hand on the couch, fisting it and fucking you raw. logan's knuckles turned white as he got close and practically clawed at the leather, sharp metal eluding from his hands. they were small at first and grew with his grunts.

"please, logan-" you moaned, muffled from the cushions. he pulled your hair harshly and lifted your head, "please what?"

he wasn't patient when it came to you; he needed every part of you spilling out on him immediately. his rough fingers pulled your panties to the side last minute. he fucked his cum inside you slowly, moaning your name in a hushed tone.

you huffed quietly, "christ.."

dt @bulllsseye @khoatic-with-no-energy @ohgodimgoungtodie

[maleyearner]

video phone

cw smut (pornography filming, unprotected p in v, creampie, cum licking, pussy smacking) sum "we can shoot the video right here on my cellphone." pair james kelly + female!reader. a/n took me longer that i expected, but i hope you guys enjoy this xx a bit short sorry..

"your tattoos look good on here," you smirked and straightened the camera, watching james through it before joining him. he sat on the edge of the bed with his jeans on and his black t-shirt leaving his arms and chain exposed; his chest tattoo poked out from his dark v-neck. james held his arms out and placed them around your waist as you closed in on him, giving the camera a view of how his shirt hung loosely on you.

he smoothed his hand up the back of your thigh and lifted the shirt enough to show your ass. your fingers hooked around his chain and pulled his lips close to yours, "so beautiful."

james' tatted hand ran along your lower back and upwards to unhook your bra. he retracted his arm and watched as you took your shirt off and shrugged down your lacy black bra. he started from your waistline and kissed up to the valley of your chest, along your collarbone, and eventually your neck. his hands traced your figure and spun you from the waist to face the camera.

you felt his warm hands tease your nipples and slap your tits before turning you back around and kissing them. james' hands track down to your ass and squeeze it for the camera; his palms ran along you until you tilted your head and whispered for him to stop teasing. he smiled at you and unbuttoned his jeans, sliding them down and kicking them away as you pulled your panties off.

he pulled you closer and smirked, "take them off," his voice was subtle and low. you lowered your hands to slide down his boxers and straddled his lap as he kicked them away. james watched as you lowered yourself onto him hesitantly; you slowly sank down on his dick and he held you as he bottomed out. "stay still," he groaned, settling his grasp on your waist and the small of your back. when you were ready, you lifted yourself slowly and sank back down, moving forward and back along his lap.

"tell the camera how much you love it," he grunts, forcing you down harsher. you nudged into the crook of his neck and take a deep breath before speaking up, "i love it- fuck, james!" he held your back and bucked his hips, pounding your pussy at a pace he set himself. mouth falling agape, you leaned your head back in pleasure and cried out his name until he was satisfied enough to pull your face close to him. his kissed your lips and moaned into them, sliding his tongue along yours and keeping you warm on his cock. james kept you on his lap until you struggled to breathe and came around him, letting it drip down onto his thighs and the sheets under him. he tapped your tired leg, earning a small groan from you as your head hung low at his collarbone.

after a few kisses, you got off of him and stood with your back facing the camera. james guided your head down, bending your tongue to his dick. you licked your cum off his cock and moved your head further down to take him in fully. he kept his hand behind your head, gently brushing his fingers against your hair. he groaned and praised you proudly, "just a little more, baby, c'mon."

you were close to coming up for a breath when he came, moaning loudly, and keeping your head down to swallow. dribbles of cum leaked from the corner on your mouth as you moved off of him and kissed his lower stomach. he felt his cum smear and motioned you up to kiss him. your wet lips left small pecks on his, tired and puffy from being fucked open.

he turned you, "look at that..fuck," he mumbled sultrily, holding your face with his tatted hand and forcing the camera to catch you drooling cum. you gave a gentle smile and bent over, revealing the heart eyes james couldn't help but give you. he wouldn't share the video, but if anyone asked, you fucked good. your eyes rolled back and shut when he pulled your ass against him and began to pound into you. james held your hair in a makeshift ponytail, yanking it back to force your face in the camera's view.

you shut your eyes, but he encouraged you to keep them open and watch in the reflection of the camera how much he needed you. when he got vocal, he told you exactly that. he needed you, needed to cum inside you. when he did, james stood and smacked your ass, forcing his cum to leak from you and showing the camera as he spread your ass, smacking your pussy from behind until it was sore. your lips reached his stomach and up his chest to his lips. he bent close to the dresser stand and ended the recording, "you did so well, gorgeous."

with a nod and a few more kisses, james offered to run you a bath and even carry you there. you only asked to lay with him, "just stay here.."

[maleyearner]

modern!anakin skywalker headcanons

a/n ugh he's so boyfriend

modern!anakin wears his college seal cap as often as he can.

modern!anakin had an emo phase and still has polaroids from that era.

modern!anakin majors in engineering and works as a part-time mechanic.

modern!anakin appreciates the coffee you bring him when he's up hella late working on a hands-on project.

modern!anakin is kind of a control freak with a short temper, especially when it comes to work and papers.

modern!anakin will lay his head on your thighs and willingly watch your favorite show with you.

modern!anakin likely has adhd and collects baseball trading cards.

modern!anakin walks into your dorm like it's nobody's business..atp he lives there, too.

modern!anakin rubs your thighs after eating you out and apologizes for the slightest roughness (unless you asked for it)

modern!anakin used to flirt with anyone on campus until he met you..he got clingy after.

modern!anakin doesn't change contact photos and has an off-guard one as yours.

modern!anakin is definitely a munch and holds your stomach down when you buck your hips too much.

[maleyearner]

high mile misdeeds

cw smut (sex on an aircraft, p in v, semi-exhibitionism? creampie, cockwarming, praise if you squint) sum anakin gets impatient on your way back to coruscant, so he finds his way into your bedroom to find that you've missed him just as much. pair jedi knight!anakin skywalker + afab!reader a/n i've been absent for a while, but a three hour nap and my best friend gave me motivation to write this..

"you can't just come here whenever, you know?" you warn the jedi as he snakes his way into the living quarters of the ship, mouth curved into a smirk as he neared the end of the bed. his hair was shaggy in its longer curls as always and a faint blush creeped on his cheeks as he tilted his head.

anakin looked away briefly, "i'd much prefer if you called me here instead. did you miss me?"

you couldn't contain the way you felt about him; his eyes burned onto your skin as you shuffled up from under your comforter, "of course i did."

with a nod of your head, anakin's hand raised behind him to shut your door, and he placed his knee upon your bed. he crawled to you and made his place against a vacant pillow. the view of space allowed little to no light; it was late and he was a bit sweaty from the late training that tired him. he'd say it often, training never worked like you did.

your lips pressed onto his forehead as you smoothed his hair back and watched his smile grow, "how did you know i was awake?" you ask, turning slightly for a better view of his amused expression. "how do i know anything about you? i felt it, you missed us, didn't you?"

you could only roll your eyes and smirk, giving him more kisses. he returned them and the softness of his lips moved from your cheek to your lips as if that was his goal for the night. his demeanor got more passionate, hungry even, for the taste of your tongue to overpower his. you sit up and allow the blanket to slip down, revealing your lacy bra and heaving chest.

"i remember you saying this was a one time thing," he muttered between kisses. you nodded and pulled away slightly, leaning your forehead against his, "you're right..we should stop, ani, really." he took a second to admire your face, infatuated with each feature until he pressed his lips against yours again.

you didn't protest his actions and fueled them as your leg moved over his thigh to straddle his lap. nobody but the pilots could be up at this time, he thought, so he held your waist and waited for you to notice his hips bucking. between your legs was his prominent pants, something he's learned to be less embarrassed about since you started whatever this was with him.

you touched your finger on the headboard and grinded down onto him, moaning quietly and hearing his soft whimpers as he traveled his kisses towards your collarbone. anakin's lips hovered over your skin as he took a small breath, "i've been waiting days," he mustered out.

"you've been busier than me."

with a swift motion, he slips down his pants and raises his hand along your skin to lift your gown. massaging your hips, his thumb finds its way along the lining of your panties and he pulls down, allowing you to shuffle them off. anakin lowers his dark boxers and his dick sprung out, hardened and hitting his lower stomach first. you move back on his thighs and he kisses your lips again as he fists himself needily. his eyes move down to your spread thighs; anakin's eager hands guide himself to your pussy, pressing just the tip in and hearing your moans as he gets further. you took over and lowered yourself on him slowly, holding his arm for support. anakin's hands met your ass and he squeezed and slapped until you could tell it would sore.

anakin bucks his hips into you, bottoming out and groaning against your collarbone. your grasp moves off his arm and onto his shoulder, leveraging yourself and riding him.

"just like that, beautiful," he praised, now holding your waist and rubbing his thumbs along your tender skin.

he touched his hands to the curve of your back and pulled you closer, lips lingering on your neck. they moved along your skin as he spoke, "can feel how bad you missed this," he teased, flashing his teeth cockily. turbulence caused you to bounce more harshly, making anakin groan as he hit your sweet spot.

"fuck," he muttered under his breath, smiling and taking it upon himself to continue with that roughness. getting tired, you begged quietly for him to keep going if he dropped pace and he obliged, fixing your hair and fucking you mercilessly. "please, ani, fuck-" he shut you up with a hand on your jaw, lifting your head to view the skylight. the stars were nothing compared to the ones you saw as you came down from your high and dripped onto his thigh.

it didn't take long for anakin to finish, which he got more verbal during. he whispered and whimpered into your chest, asking to keep his dick inside you. 'feels too good to leave this pussy,' he cried out. you nodded and felt his warm cum ribbon inside you; all the two of you could hear now were distant voices in the cockpit and the air conditioning running.

"ani," you began.

he shook his head, "hold on..stay." he panted and rested his hand on the back of your head, feeling your hair and pressing your forehead into his.

anakin's chest heaved and he smiled the way he did when he got his way. he kissed on your cheeks and trailed down to your neck, sucking softly and leaving all the marks he could manage before he had to go. "you need to go," you spoke softly, brushing your hand on his face, just inches from his scar.

the way he felt inside you made you want to stay there, but he had things to attend to. anakin was the first they would call over once arrive to coruscant so he could escort you into the dim city. he tilted his head, "already?"

you pursed your lips in response and watched as he rolled his eyes and helped you off of his lap.