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skywalkoverme · 29 days ago

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𝐇𝐨𝐧𝐨𝐫 𝐑𝐨𝐥𝐥

a/n: Aggghhhh I love dilf anakin with all my heart. Closing my eyes and pretending I found a clear photo of older hayden <3 lol.

𐙚 DILF PROFESSOR! Anakin x GF! Reader 𐙚 MDNI

Summary: Study date with your professor.

Warnings/contains: Student x Teacher, dom! male, sub! fem, reader is 20-25, Anakin is 40-55, established relationship, older man, older anakin, oral sex (f! rec), public sex, library sex, marking, hickies, NOT proof read yet-- english is not my first language!

Word Count: 1.5k // More on my Master list! + follow & reblog pls

Anakin walked through the thin aisles of the silent library. A stack of books from his belt up to his chest rest in his hands. On top of the stack were a few archival newspapers on disks. He approached the study nook you cornered yourself in, earbuds in as you listened to a previous lecture from your phone recordings. A single lamp shone on the table in the dim library. “I found everything off the list.”

You pulled an earbud out and smiled, “Perfect.” He spread the books out on the table and offered the disks to you. You checked your watch, “In record timing too.”

“I’m getting good at this.” He whispered back and sat beside you. “What unit are you on, baby?”

“Seven out of thirteen.” You said softly as he found the corresponding chapter in two of the thick books. “Thank you.” You held his jaw and kissed it.

“Would you like me to bring you food?” You shook your head.

“I want you here with me.” He rubbed your thigh and tucked his hand between the warm clasps.

“Should I just sit here and look pretty?” He kissed your giggling mouth and turned you back to your studies. “I know you’ll pass with flying colors but study…” You bit your bottom lip as his thumb grazed your slit from over your cotton shorts. That was enough motivation to pick up your pen and continue your notes.

Only a few more units and this will be over. Whispering in this library will be the death of me. I suppose it’s worth it…but damn he looks good tonight. You wrote theses mindlessly; your opposite fingers ran over his between your thighs. “Am I distracting you?” He asked softly as he leaned. When he tried to pull his hand away from you, you clung tighter, your nails sunk deeper on his skin.

“No. I’m focused, I promise.”

“How about…” Anakin picked you up by the hips and placed you on his lap. “this?” He gently pats your thigh and rubs it smoothly. You leaned forward on the table and continued your work. The warmth, the closeness of him was surely distracting but you’d never admit it, he’d move you off his lap. His fingers traced the patterns of your sweater, sending chills down your spine. Naturally, you flexed your tailbone. “Relax…” He whispered past your ear, a warm exhale followed. He pushed a few hairs away and rests his head on your shoulder while reading your notes.

UNIT 8

Topic 1: Atomic Structure

Subatomic Particles…Protons, Neutrons, and Electrons; their relative masses and charges…determine the number of each in an atom given its atomic number and mass number...sketch of the atomic structure…Bohr model…

His attention was soon drawn to the vibrant purple and blue bruises on your neck, markings of memories from the nights before. Every few inches, layered on top of each other. Usually, you didn’t mind them but due to the quantity, you decided to wear a sweater that concealed them. He found your attempt to hide his signatures on your skin amusing. You tapped your pen on the textbook as you read.

Topic 2: Isotopes

…isotopes…they differ in neutron number…calculate average atomic mass. Examples of common isotopes of elements like carbon or uranium…

You leaned your head back on him and sighed. “Are you getting sleepy?” His voice soft as his hand overtook yours and continued to write from the textbook; the other enjoyed the feel of your side from beneath your sweater.

Topic 3: Electron Configuration

…electrons are arranged in energy levels and sublevels, using the Aufbau principle, Hund's rule, and the Pauli exclusion principle…of electron configurations for various elements.

You watched his hand as it guided your own, his handwriting was much larger than yours, every word purposeful and just important as the last. He took his time sketching the models on the side of the page; he used the side of his finger to smear the ink and create a shadow. “You’re good at that.”

He smirked without looking up. “Thank you. I usually only sketch landscapes.”

“I didn’t know that.”

He shrugged and began to crosshatch on the electrons, rubbing your side with gentle fingers. “Believe it or not…I am more than a tired old professor.” He chuckled as you kissed the scar over his eye.

“Wouldn’t have guessed.” You said sarcastically, tracing a finger along his soft wrinkles while he finished his sketch. “Don’t you have the answers for the test?”

“No, no, my specialty is astrophysics. This is…”

“Too amateur?”

“I’d never describe anything that you do as amateur.” The man smirked, proud of his own innuendo as he took the weight of your ass on his crotch.

“I’m flattered. Any other talents you want to show me?”

He raised his eyebrows for half a second, a smirk on his lips. “Well, Sweetheart, I think you know all of them.”

“All? Are you sure?”

Anakin wrapped both his arms around your waist when your voice lowered a pitch. “I’m quite sure. Would you like to test that theory?”

“I would like to.” His cybernetic fingers danced against your soft slit through your shorts.

UNIT 9

Topic 1: Ionic Bonds

…ionic bonds…they form between metals and nonmetals through electron transfer…predict the formulas of ionic compounds. Examples of ionic compounds and their properties: high melting point, conductivity…

His head nuzzled against yours as his thumb drew down the fabric, revealing your vulva. "Pretty girl..." You agreed as he kissed your flushed cheeks and blushing lips. “Finish the unit and we can go get something to eat.”

Topic 2: Covalent Bonds

…define covalent bonds… they form through electron sharing between nonmetals, and…different types of covalent bonds (single, double, triple)…covalent compounds and their properties would be useful…

“I’m not hungry, I’m sleepy.” You whispered to Anakin, eyes flickered between both his.

“Really? You don’t sound sleepy.”

You held onto his biceps, using his stubble to scratch your cheek. “I want to be in bed with you. I’ll say whatever to get me there.”

“You know just how to do it.”

Topic 3: Metallic Bonds

…metallic bonds…they result from the delocalized electrons in a metal, and correlate this to the properties of metals (malleability, ductility, conductivity)…

“Anakin.” You mumbled rather to yourself as he buried his head between your thighs. His body was beneath the table as he held your legs. “Fuck…” A moan slipped from your mouth as his warm tongue circled your clitoris. Your thighs tightened and raised in shock.

His head was between your tanned thighs, his hair frazzled from his efforts as he suckled on your firm clitoris. You could feel your womanhood throb with need upon feeling those sensations. “Shhh.” He softly reminded. You held the back of his head, keeping him still. His tongue was quick and skillful as it played in your pussy. His thumb gently held up the hood of your clitoris; barely moving. Your thighs trembled; an unsure panting left your lips as you looked around for students.

Quickly, you dimmed the table lamp and held a palm over your mouth. Anakin moaned back as your warm walls engulfed his tongue. His nose pressed against your clit; his lower face now wet with your mess. Anakin kept his eyes shut, imagining your face, construed with pleasure as two of his digits slipped into your cunt. Your fingers tore into the upholstery of your seat. His tongue lapped and sucked on your clitoris as his fingers curled deep inside of you. The pads of his fingers pushed up onto your sensitive spot with robotic ease.

You felt yourself climax over his fingers, however, he continued. Your cunt pulsed with pleasure. “Study, baby.” The man muttered as he suckled softly on the center of your clit.

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skywalkoverme · 1 month ago

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HAYDEN CHRISTENSEN as ANAKIN SKYWALKER Star Wars: Episode III - Revenge of the Sith (2005)

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skywalkoverme · 1 month ago

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𝐍𝐚𝐢𝐯𝐞! 𝐀𝐧𝐚𝐤𝐢𝐧 𝐱 𝐅! 𝐂𝐮𝐥𝐭 𝐋𝐞𝐚𝐝𝐞𝐫.

Please pick me. You weren’t a scary leader, instead charming and warm. Something like a kiss from the sun or an embrace from God herself. All he could see were your dilated pupils as you cuffed his cheek in your palm. Fuck me.

“Anakin.” His name tasted sweet in your mouth like an inressitable dessert, “Anakin, nothing you’ve done has gone unnoticed.” Praise. His eyelids lowered as he bit his lip. Call me the name. Say I’m yours. “He will be my Angel.”

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skywalkoverme · 1 month ago

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Changed my themes + cleaned up my blog + finally updated my master lists after a month. I'm hard at work! 🫂

EDIT: On mobile, my blog looks horrible but on the laptop, it's stunning. Ahggg i hate being perceived incorrectly.

#housekeeping #Cleaning Bea #skywalkoverme #anakin x reader

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skywalkoverme · 1 month ago

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𝐓𝐡𝐞 𝐏𝐞𝐫𝐟𝐞𝐜𝐭 𝐒𝐭𝐞𝐩𝐬𝐢𝐬𝐭𝐞𝐫

a/n: Hiii, I've been away on vacay!! My birthday is tomorrow!!

𐙚 OLDER STEPBRO Anakin x VIRGIN F! Reader 𐙚 MDNI

Summary: Comforting your heartbroken stepbrother.

Warnings/contains: modern au, dom! male, sub! fem, reader is 18-19, Anakin is 23-27, raw sex, multiple orgasms, creampie, crying/tears during sex, dirty talk, NOT proof read yet-- english is not my first language!

Word Count: 1k // More on my Master list! + follow & reblog pls

You crept into his bedroom and shut the door behind you. He was still sleeping, his body warm and still like a shirtless, snoring beast. When you climbed into bed against him, spooning his body, his muscles went ridged. With the familiar touch of your fingertips around his waist, Anakin relaxed, slowly melting into your embrace.

His hand draped over yours and captured it in a tight grasp. The room was quiet as he turned his head to the side, his dark hair brushed against your face. You remained quiet as his blue eyes observed your beautiful face. His eyelids puffy from a night full of tears and exhausted pleads through the phone. His voice hoarse as he spoke, “…she left me.” His cheeks pinked while you traced soft fingers over his nipples, exhaling onto his skin.

“I heard.”

When he spoke, Anakin’s voice was rough with emotion and lack of sleep. The words are pushed out from between clenched teeth, as if speaking them causes him physical pain. “I…didn’t do anything wrong.”

You nodded, kissing his shoulder, “I know…”

“I don’t deserve this.” He rasps, his chest heaving beneath your palm. “She cheated on me! Twice! And I took her back!” He rolls over to face you, his eyes glassy as they search yours. Anakin’s hand comes up to cup your cheek, his thumb brushed at your skin.

“I’m so sorry. You were an amazing boyfriend. It’s her loss, Anakin.”

He nodded and turned over until he was spooning you. Your familiar warmth was enough to make him groan with content. He tightened his arms around your body, and kept you pressed against his chest. When he speaks again, Anakin’s voice is a broken, awed whisper. “You’re so perfect. Everything about you is…all that I could ever want.” He buries his face in your hair, his tears soaking into the soft strands as he clings to you like a desperate pet, “I love you, Y/n.”

“I love you too, Anakin.”

He gasped sharply as your ass pressed back on his morning wood. “I- I’m sorry.!” Your soft curves molded against his thin boxers and nestled his cock between your ass cheeks. “F- fuck.”

“Anakin, I want to make you feel better. Can I do that?”

Anakin’s hands massage to your hips, gripping them tightly as he fights the urge to grind against you. His voice is a strangled whisper, “Y/n, I’m- so fucking horny right now. I’m not thinking straight.”

“Use my body. I’ll make you feel better.”

His hips start to roll, the hard length of his cock sliding back and forth along the cleft of your ass covered only by lace panties. Anakin’s breath grows ragged, his fingers digging into the soft flesh of your hips as he finds a rhythm. “Fuck, you’re perfect.” He leans down, his chest pressing against your back, his lips brushed the shell of your ear. He whispers, “Can I fuck you?”

“Yes.” You said as he began to grind, his cock twitching on the soft flesh of your fat ass.

One of his hands slides across your stomach. It drifts lower, his thick digits dipping beneath the waistband of your panties to tease through the curls at the apex of your thighs. “ Thank you…” He rasps, his fingers finding your slick folds, stroking through them torturously slow. “You’re still a virgin, aren’t you?” You nod, your head on his pillow as he breathed onto your hair.

“Little kitty…” He nips at your earlobe, his teeth grazing the sensitive skin as his hand slips further into your panties, his fingers brushing against your swollen, aching clit.

Anakin’s fingers circle your clit, rubbing the pearl in slow strokes that send shocks of pleasure up your core. “You touch yourself like this, don’t you?” He can feel the heat of your wet pussy coating his fingers, your body's true reaction to his touch.

“Sometimes.” His other hand slides up, cupping the soft swell of your breast, his thumb and forefinger trapped your nipple through the thin fabric of your top. Anakin’s hips grind harder against your ass, the damp spot on his boxers growing with each thrust.

You pull your panties to the side and shut your eyes. Anakin follows suit, letting his thick cock spring free. The crisp blankets fold and tasseled from your movements, your bodies hidden under the veil. “Don’t wake up dad.” As he speaks, Anakin’s hard cock began sliding through your soft, slick folds, not quite entering, but teasing your swollen clit instead. Anakin whispered against your scalp, “Don’t moan…”

He positioned himself right at the entrance of your sopping cunt before slowly notching himself inside of you. His eyes fell back as his wet lips pressed on the top of your head. He begins to move his hips rolling in a steady rhythm as he makes good on his promise to fuck you.

Pull out. Don’t forget to pull out. Anakin coached himself.

Anakin’s hand comes up to cover your mouth, muffling your gasps and moans against his palm. Anakin’s voice is a low whisper in your ear, his words mingled with the sound of skin against skin and the creaking of the mattress. “Take it, take all of me.” His hand over your mouth tightened as tears slipped onto the pillow.

He could feel the bits of drool that left your mouth and seeped between his pale fingers. “Be quiet.” He hushed by your ear; a few hurried kisses were left against your ear. Anakin’s expression strained from the tight sleeve of your cunt; a few open-mouthed pants left him with each exhale.

From the force of his cock hoisted at your g-spot, you cried harder with pleasure. Anakin shut his eyes completely, swimming in your sensitive and spongy cunt. Pull out. Pull out. Anakin reminded himself he felt your walls clench him with a deadly pulse straight from your core. You came on his dick, eyes rolled back into your skull as he clenched your mouth, fingers digging into your soft cheeks.

He buried his face into your shoulder, his weight slumped against you as he bottomed out inside. A deep, choked rumble left his throat as he bit down on the flesh of your shoulder; Fingers found both of your nipples, holding them in a pained ministration. “Fuck me.” Anakin said lowly, his cum coated the inside of your womb.

a/n: thx for reading!! Happy birthday to me!

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skywalkoverme · 2 months ago

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𝐓𝐨 𝐃𝐚𝐝𝐝𝐲

a/n: Happy father's day to Anakin! His canon daughter is Ahsoka idccc what ppl say.

𐙚 HUSBAND Anakin x WIFE Fem 𐙚 || 18+ MDNI

Summary: Father's day morning with your husband.

Warnings/contains: Slight DDLG, Daddy kink, Anakin mid 40s, Reader in her 20s, smut, face fucking, hair pulling, choking, proof read-- english is not my first language!

Word Count: .8k // More on my Master list! + follow & reblog pls

Anakin sat up in bed and rubbed his eyes, met with streams of sunlight on his tanned face. He smiled as you pranced to the bed where he sat with his thighs spread, hands on either one. “What’s this, Sweetie?” He asked as you took a seat on his lap, a glittered, handmade card at your fingertips.

Your pajamas slightly wrinkled and hair still a curly mess from bed as he began to pet you gently. Hesitantly, you offered the card to him. “For you.”

He opened the card with one hand, the other still in your hair, “Oh my…you are very talented, baby.” He smiled at the messy drawings of you both and attempted shapes made with glitter glue. “Your handwriting is beautiful.”

You blushed, holding your hands over your mouth as he finished reading the card. “Happy Father’s Day!” Anakin adored your pink cheeks with kisses, his arms slipped around your waist.

“Thank you, baby.” Your lips met his in a gentle kiss; his forehead against yours as your tongue piercing grazed the inside of his mouth. His eyebrows quickly shot up; eyebrows wrinkled with confusion. You giggled before showing him the new addition to your body. “You have the prettiest little mouth.”

You ran your tongue over the top row of your white teeth. “Would you like to feel it, Daddy?” He nods through breaths as you pulled at his wasitband. Now on your knees, you gazed up at the man who stroked your cheek.

Anakin lets out a sharp hiss through clenched teeth as your piercing grazes the sensitive head of his cock. “Fuck…” You worked your tongue in circles at his opening, pumping a fist at the base of his thick cock. “Careful, baby.” He warned before letting his body relax back on the bed. Despite his warning, he made no move to pull away, instead pressing his hips forward slightly, rubbing the tip of his cock against your soft, plump lips.

You made eye contact with the man, almost admiring his handsome face. Your goal, as it was every day, is to please him. To show him how grateful you are for all his sacrifices; for loving you endlessly and fucking you right. The brawny brute smirked at your distracted adoration.

You inhaled the scent of his cock as your head bobbed on his cock, saliva slipped lower on his shaft with every stroke inside of your tight throat. “Nghh~ that’s it, baby.” He hisses through clenched teeth, his grip on your hair tightening. Anakin’s hips start to rock slightly, pushing more of his hard length into the warm, wet cavern of your perfect mouth. “Keep your head down.” Anakin’s voice is a low growl, his breath coming faster as he loses himself in the pleasure of your skilled mouth.

“I- s- sorry.” Anakin’s eyes narrow at your muffled apology reaches his ears, your words garbled around his throbbing cock. Tears spilled down your face as he fucked your face gently, pumping in and out.

He can feel your throat constricting, can hear the lewd sounds of your gagging filling the room, but he doesn't let up, too far gone in a sea of pleasure. “Show daddy how happy you are to have him home, baby.” He uses two bundles of your hair to pull your head further down, forcing your nose against his groin as he hilts himself fully in your throat.

Anakin lets out a guttural moan as he feels your throat spasm around his thick shaft, your body trembling as you struggled to breathe. "Fuck, you feel so good choking on my cock, baby." he pants, his hips grinding against your face. "This is where you belong.” He holds you there, pinned and impaled on his thick length, until he feels your struggles weaken, your body go limp in surrender. “There you go, baby…”

Your tongue’s piercing swirled around his length and made his cock jump. You twist your head, eyes turned up to him for validation. “T- that’s perfect, baby.” Anakin’s hips buck wildly, fucking your eager mouth as you work his cock with skillful sucks and twists. "Ohhh fuck, just like that you dirty---” He bit back the degrading words that tried so hard to slip from his mouth. “My pretty baby~”

He hilts deep and erupts, pumping thick ropes of hot seed directly down your throat. You pulled your head back with a cough, pumping his sopping shaft until more of his cum spews onto your face and in your dark hair. His body shudders and jerks as he rides out his intense orgasm, panting as he brought you closer.

You rest on your knees as he kissed your lips, tasting himself inside of your mouth. Anakin bit at your tongue and plump lips hungrily, doing his best not to hurt you. He pulled you up by your thighs onto his hips, bits of cum spreads from your face to his as he groped your ass.

a/n: small break starting now lol. I have too many ideas and so little time babes. I'll be back with a lot of fics.

More on my Master list! + follow & reblog pls

Dividers (as always) from @cursed-carmine THANK YOU!!

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skywalkoverme · 2 months ago

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DON’T SKIP MINE PLEASE ITS ME, MAY!

I will keep it short. I know you usually do cheating wife fics with Anakin but could you do one for Southern James Kelly where Sam Monroe is his son. Something for the 4th of July (American Independence Day) where they fuck you under the sound of the fireworks. Please do a scene with them both sucking her tits at the same time moaning or something. I want them to all be whores for her. 😃🙏🏻 Thank you!

This has been my fav request so far!! Here's the fic honey.

#skywalkoverme #skywalkoverme asks #hayden christensen #james kelly x female reader #sam monroe smut #james kelly smut

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skywalkoverme · 2 months ago

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𝐓𝐡𝐞 𝐁𝐚𝐜𝐤𝐰𝐨𝐨𝐝𝐬 (𝐑𝐚𝐰𝐡𝐢𝐝𝐞)

a/n: Request is here! This was so fun to write and I think you can tell from the word count! Enjoy!! EDIT: (Only watched Life as a House bc of my moot, @hellokittyyloverrrr thank you love. Mwah.)

𐙚 James x Fem! x Sam 𐙚 || THREESOME || 18+ MDNI

Summary: The Kelly's spend the Fourth of July at your farm.

Warnings/contains: James Kelly is Sam Monroe's father, southern AU, cheating, threesome, public sex, raw sex, smut, p in v, oral sex (f +m rec), sexually experienced y/n, established relationship, Sam Monroe is 19, Y/n is 25-30, James is 40-45, LOTS of alcohol consumption, smoking etc, sexual situations, edging, dirty talk, humiliation kink, slight breeding kink, cucking and more.

Note: proof read but-- english is not my first language!

Word Count: 6.1k // More on my Master list! + follow & reblog pls

You held your hips as you spoke to your husband, seemingly an argument from where James stood. He leaned forward on the hood of his truck across the road. A cigarette between his lips as his knuckles rest in the tuck of his opposite hand. You looked annoyed as you raised something in his face. “…son of a fuckin’ bitch!” You yelled. Your husband pulled whatever it was from your hand and tucked it into his pocket. “I hate you!”

“Ya don’t hate me, woman! Get your ass in the house and stop makin’ a scene!”

“Fuck. You.” You said loud enough for the nosey neighbors to hear before raising a single middle finger.

James exhaled smoke as you climbed into your white truck and slammed the door shut. Your husband chased you down the lawn as you left the driveway with a screech of the tires. James waved towards you. “’Mornin’.” He called towards your husband who looked stressed as usual.

The man sighed, “G’mornin’, Kelly.” You sped off with the wind in your hair before pushing a CD into the player.

“How’s the Missus?” He asked with a smirk while lighting another cigarette.

The two met in the middle of the paved road, “Paranoid per usual.” Your husband sighed and watched the truck swerve around the corner and disappear from sight.

“Is that so?” James took a deep inhale before chuckling, “’Bout time God laid this problem to rest, ain’t it?” Your husband jokingly tapped his watch. “How ‘bout I talk to ‘er?” James smirked, a prideful look on his face while your husband scratched his dark hair.

“I dunno. She’s a bit wild, you know that.” James thought of your sun kissed complexion and untamed hair; those fierce, large brown eyes that seemed to capture the little details of any man; that slick mouth that could gather a girl in seconds.

“One of ‘em rawhide girls, sure is.” James nodded and looked at the house across the street, “M’guessin’ she’s at the mart.” An eyebrow raised as he tilted his head.

“Mhm, talkin’ up her lil’ friends.” James took the keys from his pocket and unlocked his truck door, “Hey,” James stopped in his tracks and turned, “Thank you, Kelly.”

“It’s my pleasure.” He gave a thoughtful look before driving towards town where you likely were. He took his time cruising as he thought of your attitude. Your husband couldn’t handle it most days, but James could. You were quick at the mouth, your words dangerous and rude at times but he loved every part of you. James liked to say you were ‘A whole lotta woman’: body, mind and words alike.

He parked outside of the mart and waited by the ice cooler. When you left the mart, your attention was drawn to the man who smelled of Marlboro reds and engine oil. “James.” You acknowledged him before slowly approaching. “What’d’ya want?” Your accent iced your fast words.

“Y’know why I’m here.” He smiled to your dismay and offered you a cigarette. You weren’t one to turn down free Marlboro reds. You placed the cigarette between your full, red lips and bent down some for him to light the end, “Yer givin’ that old man silver hair.”

You always found it entertaining when James made fun of the age difference between you and your husband. “He’s only 50-somethin''. He can take it.” You shrugged.

“Clearly…” He sarcastically remarked as his eyes flickered down to your breasts as they strained in that white cropped shirt.

“If ya’ came here to calm me down, yer’ late.”

“Really?” You nodded as you exhaled, “I don’t believe you.” He said softly while you looked past him.

“Think I give a shit?” Your attitude that you tried your best to contain, rose once more.

The man groaned as he hugged your waist with one arm as he guided you away from the doors of the mart, “What happened back there?” He lingered for a few moments, his hand on your back as his chest found comfort on your pillowy breasts.

“He came home at nine-fifty last night when his shift ended at eight!” James pulled away and drew from his burning cigarette when you raised your voice. “I know that fucker is cheatin’ on me again! I ain’t no fool, Kelly. I been sayin’ he’s got me bent!” You pointed an accusing finger as if directing your anger at James.

“You really think that?” His voice was happier than it should’ve been upon hearing such incredible news! Well, incredible for him.

“Fuck, yes.” You spat bitterly with a toss of your dark hair.

“Well, he’s insane for cheating.” James muttered as his eyes fell your curves. Even at eight in the morning, you looked stunning. Eyeliner, that he could swear you slept in, stained around your large, brown eyes. One of your husband’s ball caps rests on your head as you lit another one of his cigarettes. A pair of daisy dukes around your hips, the waist band folded over and unbuttoned to make space for your hips. “You should leave him.” You turned your attention back to James.

“Leave him?” A pause. You broke into laughter, holding your own hip. “I can’t leave him, James.”

“Why not? He’s cheatin’.”

“I love ‘em too much to leave. I’ll jus’ get my lick somehow.” You smirked; raspberry red lips stained by your favorite lipstick. James rubbed the back of his neck as you climbed back into your truck. He rests his arms on the open window.

You’d known James for only a few years. Him and his son, Sam, live across the way from you and have grown accustomed to your company. His son was what you’d call ‘a disrespectful, son of Lucifer’ or when you were feeling kind, ‘Lil’ perv.’ Sam kept to himself aside from when his father would rent him out to you for hours at a time. Whether it was working on your farm with the animals or house chores, he’d groan but complete each task given to him.

This weekend would be the fourth of July, and with you being the best baker in town alongside having the largest property, you’d been given many requests to host the celebration. Naturally, James became one of those many people, “So…can I come?”

“Come to what?”

“C’mon, woman, don’t make me look a fool.” You laughed in his face, holding your steering wheel.

“Alright, you can come. Bring that lil’ perv too.” James wore a large grin on his handsome face. Not only would he be given the chance to ogle your figure for a whole night, but he’d get to witness any drama that’s likely unfold between you and your husband and get the chance--- “Yer’ on beer duty. Bring a few cases and not that Busch light shit. This is a Stella Artois household.” He did a fake salute before you took his pack of cigarettes from his hand, “Thanks, baby.”

The man watched as you peeled off towards your house, likely to have some make-up sex with your husband or preoccupy yourself before the next argument. He ran a hand through his dark hair before his attention as caught by a familiar laugh. James tucked his hands into his pockets and walked around the side of the mart. There, Sam sat on the curb with an unfamiliar person, trading back and forth a joint. “Samuel.”

The boy looked up, squinting through furrowed eyebrows. James was close to grabbing him by the collar but held back. Sam stood and wiped his hands on his shirt. “Wanna keep it?” His friend offered the joint to Sam.

“Fuck off.” He murmured before climbing into his Father’s truck. James wiped sweat off his brow and stared down his son, “Grounded. I know, I know, ok?”

“Two weeks.”

“Two weeks?! I'm nineteen!” He groaned as his father started the car and drove back home. “That’s fucked.”

“Stop swearin’! Y’know what’s fucked? You bein’ a lowlife behind the damn corner store!”

The young man watched the fields beyond the window, homes and livestock littered the lot. “There’s nothin’ to do in this fuckin’ town!”

“You watch your damn words, boy. I don’t want to hear you switchin’ at the mouth again.” He took a breath and gripped the steering wheel tighter. “We’re goin’ to the L/n’s for the fourth of July.”

“I don’t want to.” He grunted, “…yer’ gonna make me anyway so whatever.” He slammed the car door shut and made his way up the porch steps.

“Damn right I will.” Sam found his housekeys and his father paused to feel the atmosphere for a moment. “Sam?”

“Yes?” He looked over his shoulder, the screen door between the two.

“No more bullshittin’.”

It took everything within the young man not to roll his eyes, “Sure.”

James held two cases of beer and Sam carried a small box of something be refused to show his father. The two approached your house through the open front door, the scent of smoked barbeque, cigarettes, and grass filled the air. Warm toned lights lit up the inside as well as the outside of the home. The sound of a few kids playing by the far stable, their laughs and giggles were drowned out by music, adults laughing and rushing wind. The Texas sun sat low in the sky, ready to take a dip below the sky within the hour.

James placed the beers on the back porch and began greeting a few neighbors. It didn’t take long before he found you, leaning on the white fence near the grill as your husband flipped ribs. A bottle in your left hand and a lipstick-stained cigarette between your fingers.

*For your attire, reference the header photo.*

Your arms went over your husbands’ shoulders as you smirked, “Welcome, Studs.” Your eyes switched between the father in a faded, black ‘Don’t mess with Texas’ shirt and black cowboy boots and his son in something identical.

As your husband spoke to the two, exchanging pleasantries and catching up, the two were clearly distracted by your body in the form-fitting short overalls. A catholic cross rest between your breasts from a gold necklace. “…yeah.” James loosely followed what your husband was saying as his eyes switched to you every few seconds.

Dark hair cascaded over your shoulders and left eye as you spoke, “I’m gonna get another beer.” James watched as you left; The way your overalls hung open by a zipper, putting your ample cleavage on full display, made his cock twitch in his pants. The shorts hugged your wide hips and the curve of your ass, showing off your shapely legs.

You watched as a few of the older kids placed the beer he brought into the coolers and took one from the very bottom. James couldn't keep his eyes from drifting down to your exposed chest, his gaze lingering on the swell of your breasts. He imagined leaning down and burying his face in your cleavage, motorboating your tits until he couldn't breathe.

“U-uhm,” Sam stuttered as your hips switched with every strut; your ass round and distracting.

James placed a hand on his son’s shoulder, “Samuel.” For a moment, the two froze as you smiled their way. The corners of your red lips lifted as the breeze blew through the dark strands of hair. “Sam, go keep yourself busy. Don't cause trouble, ya heard?"

Sam rolled his eyes, a habit that was becoming all too common. "Yeah, yeah," he muttered, trudging off with the box as his boots pressed in the soft grass. James watched Sam disappear into the crowded backyard, blending into the sea of people. He knew the sullen teenager would likely find a dark corner to hide in, probably with his headphones on, tuning out the festivities.

James stepped inside the house after he grabbed a cold beer from the cooler; he popped the cap off on the edge of the counter and took a long swig, relishing the cool liquid as it slid down his throat. James felt a stirring in his jeans as he watched you move through the crowd, greeting guests with a warm smile and a friendly word; a few unique swears left your mouth as you gossiped with a few friends.

He looked down to adjust his appearance some and in his view, a pair of dusty red cowgirl boots rest on either side of his. James turned his head up, the sweet scent of your perfume mingled with the smoky barbeque and cigarettes. “Need anythin’, Kelly?” He took another swig of his beer, his tongue darting out to lick the stray droplets from his lips.

“’M good for now, Darlin’.” He drawled; his voice low as you spoke closely. “I’ll be sure to come to you if I do.”

“Don’t hesitate. Yer’ ma’ guest after all.” He could feel his pulse quicken, sure that his erection could touch your leg if you moved any closer. You looked like a vision tonight, and he felt the urge to lap your legs up on the counter and spread you like a full course meal.

But he restrained himself. You’re in a house full of people from towns over and it’d be beyond inappropriate. He reached up and tucked a strand of dark hair behind your ear. “This hair all yours?” He wasn’t a stranger to you country girls and your love for extensions: Bigger, the better. But when it came to you, he could never tell.

“Belongs to me if I paid for it.”

“Ain’t wrong.” You smiled. “I got a request. Anything stronger than beer I could drink? I know you got a cellar.” His hand came up to rest on the counter beside your hip, caging you in slightly. The heat of his palm seeped through the thin fabric of your shorts, making your skin prickle with goosebumps. “Now, don’t lie, pretty girl.” You tapped your chin before slipping your hand into the tuck of his waistband. “Careful.” He said softly as you brought him closer to you in the room full of unassuming neighbors.

He was close enough now that you could see the flecks of gold in his blue eyes, could count the dark lashes that framed them. Close enough to see the sheen of sweat on his brow, the way his hair curled slightly at his hairline. He was a rugged, masculine sight, and you felt a sudden flush of heat between your thighs. “What kinda drink are you lookin’ to sip?”

“Whisky, neat.”

“Brown liquor?” He nods once. “Aged for how long?” He only smiled before he finished off the rest of his beer in one long swig before setting the empty bottle down on the counter with a clunk.

James reached out and took your hand, his calloused fingers intertwining with your softer ones. He gave a gentle tug, pulling you towards the side door. "Go on, sweetheart. I’m right behind.”

As you both stepped out into the warm summer evening, the sounds of cicadas and laughter weren’t far behind. James followed close behind you; his eyes glued to the gentle sway of your hips as you walked. The denim of your cutoffs hugged those beautiful curves like a second skin, and he could see the way the muscles of your ass flexed with each step. He felt a twitch in his jeans, his cock starting to stir to life stiffly.

As you descended the creaky wooden steps into the cool, dark cellar, James reached out and placed two hands on your hips, his fingers splaying across the soft denim details. He pulled you back against his chest, fitting your curves to the ridges of his body.

"Careful now," he murmured, his breath hot against your ear. "Wouldn't want ya to trip in the dark."

“What a gentleman.” You could feel the heat radiating off him, could smell the musky scent of his skin, tinged with cigarette smoke and beer. It was intoxicating to say the least. You managed to pull yourself from him and raise a large switch. The large cellar was soon lit by rows of warm, industrial brightness. “My husband’s ‘retirement fund.”

“Well, I wanna taste of what’s his.” He said as your hands wrapped around a bottle of Sir Davis bourbon. Red nails dragged along the top of the cap as you stared up at him with Whisky colored eyes.

“James…”

From behind a shelf aisle, Sam tussled his dark hair with a joint between his fingertips. He adjusted the denim jacket over his shoulders and froze upon seeing you and his father. His face went pale, cheeks slightly pinked. “…am I in trouble?”

“What’re’ya doing in here, boy?” James asked and stepped out from behind your curves.

Sam stuttered for a moment as he slipped the joint into his pocket. “Hell, I was-” He shrugged, “Organizing.”

“Organizing? Lil’ perv, I haven’t had you organize my cellar since December.” Sam sucked his teeth after you spoke. He wasn’t sure how he ended up in here after a few hits from the joint, but he could feel the clear tension in the air. He couldn’t tell if it was directed at him or not---

“I- I didn’t know anyone else was down here.” The young man bit his lip as he tried his hardest to pull his eyes from the model of a woman that stood with a bottle of whisky in her hands. “Just needed a minute alone.”

James snapped his fingers, “Ya had ya minute---”

“Wanna see somethin’ cool?” You asked Sam with a smile. His eyes switched between his father’s annoyed expression to your alluring one. He nodded at you.

James's brows furrowed as he turned his glare onto you, his grip on your hips tightening possessively. "[Y/n]." he warned, his tone low. "Don't go gettin' any ideas about my kid. He doesn't need to be learnin' any of your tricks."

“My tricks?” You laughed and held a hand over your bosom. “Lighten up, Jameson.” You purred and turned back to Sam with a warm smile. He drew closer to the island in the middle of the cellar. “See this here, boy?” You held up the bottle for him to see. Due to the aging, the bottle’s label was worn, some parts unreadable.

“Yes, Ma’am, I do.” Sam swallowed hard, his eyes flicking between you and his Father. He could see the way James was looking at you, could feel the tension crackling in the air between you both.

You opened a drawer behind you and took a drink smoker, aged orange peels and a few pieces of wood. “[Y/n].” James growled, “Ain’t sure this is a good idea.”

“What?” You shrugged and looked at Sam, “You’ve drank before. You let ‘em drink beer.”

“That’s different.” James snapped. He could care less about his son tasting the whisky. James wanted you to himself in this cellar! How did he even get down here?

Sam watched as you smoked wood chips and the orange peel into the drink to enhance the flavors. “I’m gonna drink it, Dad.” He said sure of himself as you poured three glasses. The two watched as you raised your glass and let the amber liquor slosh around in the glass.

The scent of the alcohol was strong in their noses as they both took a glass. The strong scent burned the inside of Sam’s nose as he inhaled the orange, and cherry wood undertones. “Cheers.” You said sweetly as you held up your glass for a toast.

The three glasses came together for a crystal ‘clink’. In the light of the cellar, Sam hesitated before taking a few sips. Each one sweeter than the last. James threw back the bit of alcohol and placed the glass down. “Fuck.” He hissed and glared at you. James, thought og ushering his boy upstairs and leaving you be like a good neighbor and father, and letting things be…but you made it impossible with that smile, those chestnut-colored eyes…

An hour later, you leaned on the wooden island, maybe on your fourth glass. James slumped against the wall beside you; his eyes bleary as he tried to focus on your blurry form beside him. You were laughing, a high, tinkling sound that echoed off the stone walls and mingled with the pounding of his ears. Sam was still there to James’s dismay, his pale face flushed, and his eyes glazed over, a stupid grin plastered on his face as he listened to your chatter.

James's tongue felt thick and heavy in his mouth as he tried to form words, to tell you to slow down, to be careful with his boy. But nothing came out right, his words slurring together into incoherent mumblings. He could feel a growing sense of uncertainty, a prickling at the back of his neck that told him this was a mistake, a huge fucking mistake.

He’d heard about you around the neighborhood. Before you got married, a Jezebel, a hussy, a minx, a slut--- the whole nine. He hadn’t cared too much until it came to his boy. James huffed. Well, Sam isn’t a little boy anymore. Sure, he’s nineteen but he still lives under his father’s roof. My roof. He ain’t goin’ to college anytime soon. Dammit, I’d miss him too much.

You beckoned Sam closer, the rattle of his spurs were heavy as he made his way over. You leaned close to Sam’s ear, your lips against the tanned skin while you giggled, whispering something. James tried his best to make it out but found it difficult with how loud his thoughts were. “[Y/n].” Your eyes flickered to James as your hand rest high on Sam’s thigh. Sam stared down at you with a mix of awe and fear, eyes wide.

“Yes, sir?”

“What’re’ya doin’?” He stepped closer to you; a hard rattle of his own spurs rang as he pushed you both apart.

“Showin’ him somethin’. Ain’t that right, Sam?” False innocence rang off your tongue.

Sam swallowed, his Adam’s apple bobbed in his throat, “Y- yes, Ma’am.” There was a tremor in his voice, barely noticeable as he held your hip.

“None of that.” James grumbled and pushed you both apart. You sighed and pulled off your husband’s trucker hat before tossing it onto the island countertop.

“He’s an adult.”

“You think I dunno that?” Your head tilted dramatically as you stared deeply at the man. “Don’t say nothin’ else.” He warned, pointing a finger at your chest. Your eyes lowered down the digit before you gently kissed the tip. Perhaps you really were a whole lotta woman, too much to handle at times. “Yer’ a slut.” You smiled, taking his finger into your mouth. You left your lipstick stains along his finger, hands on your knees.

Sam’s hand tightened on your hip once more as he watched your relaxed lips along his father’s forefinger. You pulled away and took the son’s belt buckle into your hand as you pulled him towards the back of the cellar. “…Dad.” Sam said breathlessly.

“Mhh, call for yer’ daddy.”

James cleared his throat. He couldn’t deny that you referring to him as ‘daddy’ made his cock jump in his pants. But this, this is indecent. He wanted you like no other. To take you to the floor and bury himself inside of your cunt until dawn but he couldn’t do this with his son right there! He stuttered your name before he managed out, “Y/n. C’mon, now. Yer’ husband’s lookin’ for ya. I’m sure of it.” He rubbed his neck.

You didn’t move from your place as Sam rest his lips on the soft skin of your neck; Instead, you reach for his father’s shirt and pulled him closer. “Kiss me.” Sweet as Louisiana bourbon, your voice rang in his head.

He placed two hands around your head, fingers sunk into the silky strands as he kissed your red lips. He melted onto your body as his whiskey breath mingled with yours. Your back pressed against a few rows of wine as the men pushed up on you. Sam fumbled with his buckle and with a sudden touch, your hand made its way into his jeans.

James’s tongue hungrily lapped at yours, his teeth took small bites of your bottom lip, messily consuming every kiss given. His fingertips pulled at the zipper to your overalls until your breasts left the confines of the denim.

His son's whimpers and moans filled the air as your hand worked feverishly over his cock, stroking and squeezing the hard flesh until Sam was bucking wildly into your touch. “You’re adorable.” You said though gasps as his father pulled you against his body, kissing your nipples.

Sam whined as he followed your expression. His whine dissolved into a low, drawn-out moan as your thumb swiped over the sensitive head of his cock, smearing the bead of precum that had leaked from the tip.

You placed a gentle hand on the back of James’s head, fingers sinking into his dark hair. James could feel his own cock throbbing almost painfully in the confines of his jeans, the denim straining against his aching erection. You pulled your hand from Sam’s cock for a moment and instead guided his head down to your left breast. “Oh wow…” You moaned as the two suckled and flicked their tongues on your nipples. Two is better than one.

"Fuck, your tits taste so fuckin’ good," Sam moaned around a mouthful of soft, pillowy flesh. He sucked harder, his teeth sinking into the tender skin as he bucked his hips in time with the strokes of your hand on his aching cock.

James dragged his tongue over the sensitive nipple before drawing it into his mouth, suckling greedily as his hand continued to knead and squeeze the plump flesh. The sensations of their hot mouths on your tits was enough to make you pant, your focus on their identical, cerulean eyes as they stared up at your dazed expression. Your body writhed between the two as they feasted, “Fuckin’ hell~” You whined dryly as your head hit the shelf.

“Got a lighter?” Your husband asked the man beside him as he crouched in the far pasture with the crowd of people. He offered the man his lighter and watched as the tail of the fuse spark. The few people pushed back as the firework shot towards the navy-blue sky. The sound was loud as it popped red, white and blue colors in the sky. “Alright, easy enough.”

“I’ve got more in the truck.” Your husband began to follow the man to the truck bed.

“Auntie, it sounds like guns!” A kid giggled, making play guns with his small fingers.

“It does, honey.” She nodded, pulling him along.

Your husband paused in the grass, hands on his hips, “Guns. Where’s that woman?” He pushed dark hair from his eyeline and squinted as he searched the crowd for your face.

You bent over an aging barrel, your hands on Sam’s hips as you sucked and slobbered on his cock. James could hear your muffled moans vibrating around Sam's thick cock as he buried his face between your shapely ass cheeks, his tongue delving deep into your dripping cunt. The taste of your sweetness flooded his senses, the slightly salty flavor of your sweat coated his tongue as he lapped and suckled at your slick folds.

Sam groaned, his fingers tangling in your dark hair as he fucked your face with short, sharp thrusts. "Fuck me…your throat is like velvet..."

James could only growl in response, the sound muffled against your fat ass as he feasted on your pussy like a man starved. He could feel your hips rocking back against his mouth, could hear your whimpers and cries growing louder and more desperate as he brought you closer to the edge. He slapped your ass firmly and watched as it reddened under his touch. “You like that, don’t ya’, rawhide?”

You groaned; saliva pooled on the top of the barrel and down your large breasts as you gagged on Sam’s shaft. “M- mhm~”

“Got a mouthful of dick now, don’t’cha, Rawhide?” James laughed as he unbuckled his jeans, boots apart in a firm pose. His throbbing erection had created a large stain of precum in his boxers. “Good girl.” He cooed as your pussy clenched with anticipation for his thick cock.

You whined as Sam filled your throat and kept your head against his crotch. You took deep inhales as your eyes watered. “It feels so good when you choke.” His eyes fell back in his head as you turned your head to the side. “Perfect…”

James held a handful of your ass and spreads your pussy some. He admired the sopping muscle as if it were calling his name. There was no doubt that your body had every curve he desired, he didn’t have time to doubt himself: if he could last in this juicy pussy or not. “You on the pill, rawhide?” You couldn’t get a ‘yes’ out as Sam smirked, bucking into your throat like a machine. James held himself in his own fist, guiding his cockhead along the folds of your hot pussy. He gripped your hips firmly and pushed one of your legs up to keep them spread.

Fireworks popped beyond the open cellar doors. Cheers and yells found their way inside the lower storage as you lay over the barrel.

With a heated thrust, James found his way inside of your pussy. Only half of his length rest inside of you as you whimpered, clinging to the wooden barrel. James started at a gentle pace; his eyes twitched from the feel of your perfect walls around his cock. Never had you been stretched like this, his cock like a punishment and a reward as he bucked his hips into your ass. James leaned over your back, his chest pressing against your sweat-slicked skin as he growled filthy words into your ear. "This fucking pussy belongs to me now, Rawhide.”

He punctuated his dark promise with a particularly hard thrust, grinding his pelvis against your ass as he buried himself as deep as physically possible. Your fingernails dug into the wood, creating sharp cuts along the mahogany. His shaft rubbed your g-spot as his cockhead roughly bucked against your cervix. “Don’t run from this dick, baby.” Your eyelids twitched as he spoke in your ear.

He could feel your velvet walls clenching and fluttering around his pistoning shaft, gripping him so kindly as he slammed into you again and again. James knew he was getting close, could feel the telltale tightening in his heavy balls, the way they drew up close to his body as his orgasm approached.

But he couldn’t cum. He wouldn’t because he refused to let you do the same.

He slowed his brutal thrusts, his hips rolling in a deep, grinding circle against your ass as he leaned down to growl in your ear. "No, rawhide.” You whimpered, your hard nipples brushing on the cold barrel. “Ya’ don't get to cum yet, ya’ filthy mare," James sneered, his voice a low, menacing rasp. "Not until I say you can." He reached around to roughly palm your breast, pinching and twisting your nipple hard enough to make you pull from Sam’s cock and cry out. “There you go, let me hear you.” He pulled your head back with a fistful of hair, his lips on your ear.

“M- mh! James~”

“It’s what ya’ wanted, right?” Your back arched with his thrusts; your pussy clenched in a futile attempt to slow his strokes. “Relax that pussy before I spank it.” You stuttered as you nodded. Dust and old bottles rattled and clattered from the force of his fucking, the nearby shelves creaking ominously. "Look at her, son," James growled, his voice ragged, "Look at this dirty slut, getting fucked like the whore she is." He punctuated his words with a particularly hard thrust, grinding his pelvis against your ass and forcing a sharp cry from your lips. "Getting’ used like a goddamn fuck toy, just like she was made for."

Sam stroked himself quickly as he watched your breasts bounce, your knees buckled, and your eyes fell back into your head. “Tell ‘em what you are, rawhide.”

“I- I’mma whore.” He could see your eyes rolling back, your tongue lolling out as you took the relentless pounding. The sight of you in such a state of desperate, cock-drunk bliss only turned the two on more.

“That’s right, baby.” James could feel his own release building, his balls drawing up tight as he fucked into your dripping cunt with short, sharp jabs. He was getting close, so fucking close, but he held back, determined to deny you the orgasm you were so desperately begging for. “Stop bein’ a pervert and finish this whore off.”

“Yes, sir.” Sam stumbled forward eagerly, gripping your hair and yanking your mouth onto his throbbing cock before you even had a chance to catch your breath. He hilted himself in your throat once more, his heavy balls slapping obscenely against your chin as he started to fuck your face with brutal thrusts. “I…I’m gonna cum.” Sam gasped out, his fingers tangling almost painfully in your hair as he forced you to take him to his dark bush.

You could only gargle as James took your wrists in his hands while you bent over. “Pretty little rawhide. You wanna cum, baby?”

A few whistles were followed by an arrangement of fireworks as they exploded beautiful colors into the sky. At the front of the house, a striped flag waved in the rough wind. Your husband sat on the side porch with a cigar as he listened to the sounds of your needy whimpers and moans.

James could see the desperate, almost feral look in your eyes as you nodded frantically, your throat working around Sam's pistoning cock. He could tell you were right on the edge, teetering on the brink of the most intense orgasm of your life. The way your velvet walls clenched around his deepening shaft told him everything he needed to know - this dirty girl was fucking gagging for it, absolutely aching to be allowed to cum.

"You keep fuckin’ that whore's throat, son. Don't you dare let her catch her breath." Sam groaned in response, gripping your head tighter as he tried to best to hold out his orgasm.

In an instant, James snarled in dark triumph as he felt your pussy clench and spasm around his pistoning cock, your release overtaking you despite his orders. You squirted sprays of your sweetness onto the floor of the cellar, your knees faltered under you, leaning on the men for support. “Like a fuckin’ bunny in heat...couldn’t keep from cummin’.”

“Why do you call her ‘rawhide’?” Sam asked before taking a swig or his beer.

They sat on the porch rocking chairs as the midnight breeze came in, “She’s a hard worker.”

a/n: will be my last threesome fic for a while. They are starting to enter my dreams...anyways, I hope you enjoyed! Thank you for reading.

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you’re such a good writer Princess bea!! I hope you see this. I just started reading your fics and I love them all. 🤭 i’m requesting Vader getting his face reconstructed to look like his old self 😓 no smut. i’m in DIRE NEED of some needy Ani-Vader Fluff plz 🤲

Princess?!?! THATS NEW WTF Thanks!!!?? And here you are!!!! Thanks for the request sweetie!!

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a/n: Request made by anon here! This was a fun concept babe. Thank you for sending it in. Mwah! (Didn't want to use a bloody face lol so torso it is.)

𐙚 Anakin Skywalker/Darth Vader x Wife Fem! Reader 𐙚

Summary: Vader's reconstruction surgery.

Warnings/contains: Fluff, angst, original AU, relationship dynamics, mentions of death/near-death, mentions of blood/gore, proof read-- english is not my first language!

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Every step you took echoed in the empty halls. The train of your black dress swayed on the ground behind you. Nervously, you picked at the skin beneath your nails, not regarding the fresh manicure. Every breath you took was more stiff than the last; ‘in and out’ you reminded yourself as you stood outside of the medical bay. “…go inside.” You muttered to yourself.

73 Hours Before

You sat beside your husband, slowly feeding him as he faced the window. His eyes surveyed the planet beneath with cruel judgement in his eyes. You faced the opposite way, offering him a variety of fruits from the locals. “Here, honey.” He opened his mouth for your fingers. “Doctor Inu said it would be best for you to try the—”

“I…do not like…their food.” He said sternly through breaths.

“You like the fruit.”

“That’s different.” You stroked his cheek. He’s not fond of warm foods because it makes him feel rushed then disappointed when he can’t finish in an appropriate time. You knew this but every few weeks, you liked to offer. Your thumb ran over his skin; when you felt your eyes prick with tears, you always looked away. It would annoy him to see you cry over his condition-- “My right arm keeps stalling. It was hard to write yesterday.” His monotone words cut through your thoughts.

“I’ll tell the technician.” You lay your head on his shoulder and hold his waist from behind. He always felt neutral about your touches but today, he lay his hand on top of yours. “We are here by the fates, my dear. These Doctors mean well and soon you’ll—”

He shushed you and continued to watch the animals run in their herd on the field below. “Look.” He whispered. You watched with him as the foreign, strange and beautiful animals leaped over the small canals of water and rocks. The minutes ticked by and more animals passed, insects flew past the windows and his soldiers did their rounds around the home. “It’s…quiet.” You nodded, your eyes on his. “How long will we be here?”

“Two moons after your surgeries for proper recovery.” He nods once. Three soft knocks could be heard at the entrance to the bedroom. “I’ll speak to them.” He continued to face the window as he hid his face. You opened the door, your eyes were met with the head doctor of the facility and two nurses, “How can we help you?”

The head doctor smiled, “My Lady.” The three bowed and rose. “I wanted to inform you personally that the last of the emergency anesthetics has been delivered.”

“Thank you for letting me know.”

“May we confirm you and the Lord’s presence at 0800 tomorrow?”

You held the pendant of your necklace, “Yes, we will be there. Please be sure to keep the lights dimmed until he under the anesthesia and after the surgery.” They nodded in sync.

“O- of course, my lady! It’s in my notes.”

You dismissed them and stood in the corridor to observe your husband. Three years. Only three years have passed since you wed the Lord. The pendant around your neck rubbed against your fingers as you began to overthink the future. You wanted to be by his side throughout the entire surgery but even you couldn’t bear the thought of possibly losing him…and so soon. “…my pillow.” Vader looked around the bedroom for his favorite neck pillow. You went through the closet and found it before helping him lay back.

“You should really start keeping up with this thing.”

“It’s the help you hired.” He said gruffly, “They keep moving it.” You smiled and shook your head. “This is serious.”

“I’m sure it is, you grouch.” You lay beside him in bed and held his sides once more. His hand rose and planted on the top of your head. He gently pets you before laying back.

He would never admit it, but he feared death; more than anyone in the galaxy, he feared risks. Tomorrow’s surgery for his facial reconstruction has a risk of death. No greater risk than the other ones he has experienced over the course of the year but still…frightening. You could never place your finger on what it was that he felt. Never in a million years would you had guessed fear. Regardless, you soaked in the moments of affection he gave you; They were always short lived and quiet moments; now more than ever, you appreciated it.

Present

You let the sleeves of your dress fall as you stood outside the operating room. He wasn’t in there anymore, but you couldn’t bring yourself to walk past it and to his room. The nurses at the front desk watched your hesitation however they could never understand the predicament you were in.

You’d never seen his “first” face…of course you heard stories about who he used to be and descriptions of what he looked like, but it all became a blur in your mind; all mushed to one and rolled out.

“It’s room nine.”

“I know!” You spat bitterly at the nurse. She flinched from behind the desk and bowed her head. You didn’t mean to be rude…it wasn’t like you. “…as you were.”

You sighed deeply and bit your tongue, slowly walking into the dimly lit room. His hospital bed rests behind a sheer white curtain, the sound of machinery beeping filled the room. You shut the door behind you and stood on the opposite side of the curtain. You shut your eyes and listened to the sound of his exhales. “…thank the force.” You whispered.

“…[Y/N].” He called out softly with the sound of relief on his tongue. You drew back the curtain and stood beside him. A sad laugh erupted from your throat, “What is it?” You whimpered, holding your hands out to him, confused and unable to form a sentence. “[Y/N]?” His thoughts, and memories clouded by the anesthetics in his system.

“I’ I’m sorry.” Your eyes traced his delicate features… “May I?” He agreed and you lay on the hospital bed with him, your fingers lingered on his jaw, up to his nose…from his brow bone to his temple. His eyes narrowed and his lips pressed, “What is the matter?” You asked. You’re looking at him differently. The way your lips parted, and eyebrows were relaxed… your [E/C] eyes admired his in a warm, nearly sensual way.

“I…I don’t know.” He said breathily and held his forehead. His hand made a familiar creak sound when his fingers clutched.

You sighed and hugged his head to your chest. “I missed you.” Maybe it was because of his fear while being under the knife or something related, however, seeing your face, hearing your voice… he felt grateful. For the first time in years, he had a will to live, someone to live for. Your black lace dress drew up your hips, long [dark/light] hair created a veil over you and him as you enveloped him in your arms.

The corners of his mouth twitched.

You missed him. As in, you were thinking of him. Just the same as he was thinking of you. His skin felt the warmth of your bosom and pressed deeper onto you. Your hand held his shoulder, the other on the back of his neck. You didn’t mind the feel of his soft fingers as they clung to your sides, one hand on your left breast. Each of his exhales were released onto your skin as you straddled him.

As he looked into your eyes, he knew you felt something for him that he had yet to feel for you. Gleams filled your eyes as they pooled with tears. A certain restraint you once held released as he held you tighter. “I- I’m sorry…I didn’t mean to.” You wiped your face with two fingertips, dark kohl ran down your cheeks.

“Why are you sorry?”

‘For crying. You hate when I cry.’ You thought as he curiously tilted his head. “Nothing. Are you hungry? You may only have soft foods or liquids.” You muttered against his hair.

“…I could eat. But I’d prefer staying…like this.” He let out a small whine as his nose sunk between your breasts.

a/n: "The Backwoods" is still being edited so I'll post that request June 12th. Thx for the patience!

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skywalkoverme · 2 months ago

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GO BACK TO YOUR TAGLIST

Calm down.

Which one?

And if you mean my Anakin one, I likely won't because it's on a rotation lol. But if you want to be added, I don't mind adding a few people. Be kinder tho...

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skywalkoverme · 2 months ago

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𝐓𝐡𝐞 𝐁𝐚𝐜𝐤𝐰𝐨𝐨𝐝𝐬

a/n: here's a short sample from a request that i'll post soon. I was asked to make a southern fic that includes James as Sam's father! Might be the funniest (idk if thats a word) request I've gotten lol.

SAMPLE FIC

𐙚 James Kelly x Fem! Reader x Sam Monroe 𐙚 18+ MDNI

Summary: The Kelly's spend the Fourth of July at your farm.

FULL STORY HERE

His son was what you’d call ‘A disrespectful, son of Lucifer’ or when you were feeling kind, ‘Lil’ perv.’ Sam kept to himself aside from when his father would rent him out to you for hours at a time. Whether it was working on your farm with the animals or house chores.

“Come?”

“C’mon, woman, don’t make me look a fool.” You laughed in his face, holding your steering wheel.

“Alright, you can come. Bring that lil’ perv too.” James wore a large grin on his handsome face. Not only would he be given the chance to ogle your figure for a whole night, but he’d get to witness any drama that’s likely unfold between you and your husband. Maybe he'd get the chance to--- “You’re on beer duty. Bring a few cases and not that Busch light shit. This is a Stella Artois household.” He did a fake salute before you took his pack of cigarettes from his hand, “Thanks, baby.”

FULL STORY HERE

a/n: not from america but I've lived in the south for a while!! I think I understand the concept of yall's independence day lol. I fear I'm being type casted as a threesome fanfic writer (and I love it).

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skywalkoverme · 2 months ago

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Hello Beatrice I have an odd request. A few weeks ago you posted a fic and then deleted it. It was about Y/n being a Jedi/General and she’s from a diff planet. I believe Anakin had a crush on her but I didn’t get a chance to finish reading. Please please pleaseeee if you have it still, can you post it? Thank you!

Hi honey!! Here is the fic! I originally deleted this fic becuase I changed my narration style lol.

But I feel that you all will enjoy it anyway. Mwah!

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skywalkoverme · 2 months ago

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𝐆𝐫𝐨𝐰𝐢𝐧𝐠 𝐏𝐚𝐢𝐧𝐬

a/n: Request made by anon here! Enjoy! To answer the question again, I originally deleted this fic for unrelated complications... lol So here's another threesome!

𐙚 Anakin Skywalker x Fem! Reader x Obi-wan Kenobi𐙚 18+ MDNI

Summary: Anakin sneaks into your bedroom.

Warnings/contains: Original AU, Anakin is a pervert towards you, switch! fem, sub! male, secret relationships, threesome, raw sex, oral sex (f + m reciv), teasing, Reader is in her late 20s, Anakin is 18-20, Obi-wan is in his late-twenties. proof read-- english is not my first language!

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“Looks like you did it again, Anakin.” You placed a hand on your hip, the other on the outside of the colossal ship. He folded his arms with confidence, a smug smirk on his face. “I must say, I am impressed. You’ll be a fine pilot” He basked in your praise, keeping a steady eye on your amused and proud expression.

He followed you as you turned on the hangar dock, “Yeah, yeah, keep it comin’.”

“I think that’s enough for today, Anakin.” You shake your head with a giggle. He wouldn’t say it aloud but that disappointed him. Why stop? Please! Keep going! He cleared his throat and kept up beside you.

You were different, in a beautiful way. On your planet, your height was normal; however, as you stood at 8’10, he couldn’t help but marvel at the simple fact. Let it be known; he was no stranger to creatures who were taller than him. It wasn’t just your height! You’re beautiful and everyone knew it. Your features! That hair! Those curves! And his favorite: your voice. Not only that, but you are also an amazing general of the 401st.

“One day, Anakin. You’ll be as decorated as your Master, Kenobi.” You leaned on a pillar casually, watching Obi-wan and the other Master’s speak. He folded his arms when you mentioned his master. Something in his gut had told him that you and his master had something going on, but he couldn’t prove it.

“Yeah, yeah. I know.” Even if he could prove it, it would risk not only his Master’s place as a Jedi on the council, but yours as well. Anakin touched your leg. “Master [Y/n], I’m not feeling too well after that landing~” He groaned and pretended to lose his balance.

“Oh, my. You poor thing.” He leaned on you and held your leg. “Are you dizzy?”

“I think so.” He moaned softly. “Should I go to the infirmary?”

“Not alone. I would feel guilty.” You sighed and picked him up. He hid his smirk, “Poor thing. I don’t trust those unnatural medicines anyway.” He knew you’d say that, you always do. “I’ll make a tea for you.” You carried him, walking towards your quarters. “How about some Chunmay, Munric and Cint?” You tapped your chin. “Yes, that should work.” He looked around as you led him into the room. Everything was slightly larger, from the seats to the tables, your hairbrush and dishes.

You found a smaller sized teacup for Anakin and mixed a few herbs before warming up some water. He sat on the couch, watching your behind as you kneeled. ‘Hmmm, thank the force for such beauty.’ Anakin thought as your loincloth held up around your hips. The spread of your ass shown from either side. You hummed to yourself before turning around. “Ah, thank you so much.” He said pathetically.

“You are welcome, Sweetie.” He took a few gulps from the teacup and set it aside. “Oh, you’re a fast one.” You placed a warm towel on his forehead.

“That was delicious, Master.” He moved closer to you until your thighs were pressed together on the couch. He stared up at you expectantly, a nervous smirk on his lips.

“What’s the matter?”

“N- nothing.” He played with his padawan braid before he placed his hand on your thigh.

“Are you sure? I think you’re getting dizzy again, Anakin.” ‘Perfect!’ he thought before pretending to faint on your lap. ‘God, her skin feels amazing. I wish I could soak between her thighs. I can picture it now~ Her oiled thighs around my cock~’ He thought as you brought him onto your lap. “Poor thing. He must be exhausted.” He kept his eyes shut as his head rests on your bosom.

After two knocks on the door, Obi-wan entered your quarters. He sighed deeply, “I know you don’t like locking your doors but at least keep a guard in here—” The man paused upon seeing his padawan on your lap. “What excuse has he made now?” Kenobi shook his head and poured himself a cup of the leftover tea.

“Tsk, don’t say that. It’s no excuse: he did a beautiful landing in the hangar. We lost an engine from a vulture droid, but he did great.” Anakin held back a moan as you brushed his cheek with your finger. “But the poor thing felt ill. He passed out.”

“Hm, I guess it might be serious.” Kenobi said with a hint of sarcasm. He could sense Anakin was very much awake. Your empathy, especially for smaller creatures often clouded your instincts. “Very serious. I should call in a doctor.”

“That isn’t necessary, Obi.” You lay Anakin down on the couch and walked towards the closet.

“You think so?” Obi-wan crouched beside Anakin and flicked his forehead. Anakin held his forehead and pressed his lips together. ‘Damn you, Obi-wan!’ “Mhhh, could be serious! I wouldn’t want my padawan blacking out on me.” The two glared at each other.

“Hm?” You sighed and took off your robe as you stood outside your closet. “I suggest you take him after he wakes up. He might be too heavy for you to carry.”

“Carry? I didn’t say anything about that.” Obi-wan smirked before flicking tea onto Anakin’s face. Anakin’s eyes shot open again, and his jaw was clenched. Obi-wan held his forefinger to his lips. “It’s ok, Dear, I can handle him. Just get dressed.” Upon hearing that, Anakin tried his best to raise off the couch to see your naked form, but was held down as Obi kept his hand on the boy’s chest.

“Obi-wan. Please!” He struggled to whisper.

“If you say so.” You said to Obi-wan. Your naked form wandered into deeper the closet.

“Please!” Anakin forced a whisper. “Let me see!”

Obi-wan rolled his eyes, “Looks like the sleepy prince is awake! Well, have a good day, Master [Y/n].”

From the closet, you shouted, “Oh! Bye-bye, Master Kenobi~! Bye Anakin!”

Obi-wan shut the door behind them both, “You’re lucky I don’t report you for these instances!”

“Like she said, I passed out!”

“Yeah? How’d you know she said that?”

“Oh…” Obi-wan pulled his padawan by the arm and lead him down the temples halls. “Look, I didn’t mean it! A- and I’ll apologize!”

“Anakin.” He straightened the young man out. “What’s the goal here? What is this all leading to?” Anakin couldn’t help but chuckle as he thought of all the things he would do if given the green light. Obi-wan tapped his foot.

“W- well…I was thinking…something involving her body and mine.” For a second his master was silent before bursting into laughter, “Hey! Don’t laugh! What’s so funny?!” The master walked away with a chuckle. Anakin ran after him. “Hey! What? Am I not her type?”

“There are many reasons why. But I should say: Jedi are forbidden from participating in relations—”

“Oh, don’t tell me you’re a virgin! That’s a lie!”

“I never said I was a virgin.” Obi-wan rolled his eyes as the two entered the mess hall. Although Obi-wan was referring to the several women in his past, Anakin could only think of you. ‘I have to ask!’ Anakin thought.

“So what? Are you two…you know…”

“You are asking if I am having intercourse with a fellow councilwoman and Jedi?” Anakin nodded. “What a strange question…” Obi-wan said with a smirk.

Later that night

Anakin paced around the outside of the temple, staring at statues and dipping his hand into every pond he passed, fountain water flowed onto his skin. The sky was a dark blue, sprinkled with stars; the chilly air bit his cheeks, and made him pink. “…why am I like this?” He asked himself. Such a pervert…if I weren’t a Jedi, I’d be scum. But oh my… He opened a hologram token from his palm. It was a short recording of you: laying on your side and speaking to someone in the distance. Your curves just nearly slipped from your traditional clothes, leaving little to the imagination. He sat on the stone fountain’s edge and rubbed himself through his robes. “…she is just so sexy…” He huffed, a desperate need for your lips rose within his core. Anakin shut his eyes and recalled your touch on his cheek, the feel of your thighs, the sound of your velvety, feminine voice. “A~ ahg~”

A whirling sound interrupted his fantasy. “What now?” Anakin quickly turned off the hologram and concealed it up his sleeve. I’m tired anyway. He shrugged and turned in towards his sleeping quarters. As he made his way down the hall, a distracting light shone under your door.

Well, he was more or so looking under your door into your room when he saw a light from the middle of the room. But that didn’t matter! What was this light? Why were you awake?! Are you with Obi-wan? He looked around to the best of his ability before sighing. “I shouldn’t.” He whispered to himself before resting his hand on the door handle.

If you were asleep, he would simply leave. If you were awake…well, that would make things much harder. “What if she left her lights on…by accident! Yes! I should help.” He began to breathe slower after coming to a resolve. “Yes…I’ll help her…”

Anakin twisted the door handle and snuck inside of your quarters. The light that was once on, now he sees as the closet light, shuts off. His heart began to race but he couldn’t fight the smile that crossed his face. This is so exciting! He tucked in a corner, hid by the shadows. The windows in your room were all open; rays of moonlight and other artificial sources met your white sheets, shining beautifully. But…where are you?

In the far corner of the room, a pair of long legs stretched from their position. Anakin’s chest felt like it might explode from the impacts of his heartbeat. His blue eyes glistened with joy as your form was revealed. You stood from your chair; white lace lingerie decorated your curves; around your hips and breasts, stockings that went up your knees clung to your form. He held his breath as you went about your night, a book in your fingertips. Two lightsabers decorated your---

Anakin frowned. Two? You aren’t a dual wielder! Upon this discovery, Anakin’s ears grew hot. He recognized that saber that didn’t belong to you. It was his Master’s! Obi-wan left your bathroom with a towel around his waist, water droplets down his beard, shoulders and torso. His wet hair looked darker than normal, maybe it was because of the shadows in the room. Obi-wan stopped before he could reach your bed, “My, you’re beautiful.”

I was gonna say that! Anakin thought, trying to keep his passionate energy low to stay under you or Obi’s radar.

“Too soon for another round?” You placed your book down. Round?! Another?! How many? Anakin’s thoughts swirled.

“Well,” Obi-wan looked around the room, holding up his towel. “I can’t seem to find my clothes…so I suppose.” You pulled Obi-wan by his towel. Anakin’s eyebrows wrinkled in confusion as he joined you in bed. How dare he?! Anakin was infatuated with you long before Obi’s fingers touched your skin…maybe. Even so! Obi-wan?! C’mon! What can he give you that Anakin can’t? “Give me a second.” Anakin squinted as Obi-wan told you to wait. Tsk! Anakin would never deny you like that! Just give him one chance. Maybe then he can prove it to you!

Obi-wan double checked his comms as well as yours, insuring they are turned off before he turned to you. A chuckle left your lips as your arms reached around from behind him, gently stroking his shaft in your soft hand. “M- mhh!” Obi-wan stifled his moans and clung to the sheets beneath him.

Anakin went stiff upon seeing his Master’s manhood for the first time. Maybe his Master did have something to offer you! Anakin’s hard cock brushed against his robes, his sensitive tip and the friction made him yelp. “Nghh~ uh!”

You and Obi-wan gasped and turned to the padawan with pink cheeks and an obvious bulge. Obi-wan quickly picked up his towel, covering your body. “What are you doing in here, Anakin?” He kept his voice low.

“I- I…the light!” He pointed to the closet.

You tilted your head, “What?”

“The light…it was on.” He muttered. The excuse sounded so much better in his head. What was he thinking?! Why! “I- I’m sorry.”

“Stay.” You whispered and gave Kenobi back his towel. Anakin tried to speak, tried to move but the sight of your nearly naked body made his head spin. Were you coming closer or was that his imagination? Hmm, no, you were coming closer. Your finger brushed his cheek so familiarly and before his body could register it, you had brought him onto the bed. He sat under his legs, focused on nothing but you. Obi-wan folded his arms. “What, Obi?”

“What are you doing, [Y/n]?” He asked firmly.

“Can’t he stay?” You pouted, your gentle fingers caressed Anakin’s lower stomach and the side of his face. The padawan wasn’t listening to the conversation held around him; soft moans left his lips as he guided your hand over his body.

“No. He may not. This is- We could get our titles stripped from us!”

“Well, it was going to happen, regardless of Anakin.”

“Are you defending him? Really? He’s a pervert.” Kenobi rolled his eyes.

Anakin snapped out of his deluded state—kind of. “I- I’m not.”

“He’s just curious, Ken. Please? Let him stay.” Anakin’s eyelids fluttered closed as he fell back onto your breasts. “He’s quite cute…no?”

“NO.” Kenobi spat back. You giggled as Anakin played with your curls, hugging your body tightly. “This is unbelievable. Do something, [Y/n].” You sighed and guided Kenobi back onto the bed. Anakin frowned upon seeing his Master get comfortable by your side.

“Listen, we all could get into a lot of trouble for this.” You muttered before moving Anakin to your other side. “Anakin? You must make a promise to me and Obi-wan.”

“Y- yeah~” His arms wrapped around your sides; drool pooled in his mouth as he stared at your happy trail. “What kinda promise?”

“That you won’t run off and tell anyone what you saw here tonight.” You quietly spoke, trying to raise his attention. Anakin nodded, licking his lips. “I think he understands, Ken.” You said proudly. Kenobi shook his head at the horny boy by your side. “Since you’re so unsure…we can get insurance.”

Your lover tilted his head as you kissed Anakin’s temple. He moaned, stealing a kiss from your lips with a quickness you hadn’t seen before. Your arms gently hugged the two, your fingers grazed their sides. Ken knew the influence your spirit had on others, especially men, but he never witnessed someone so love-drunk. Anakin hugged your skin tightly, a sneaky hand slipped between your thighs, grazing upward. Obi-wan’s mouth dropped slightly open, not expecting the sudden touch. Don’t leave him out. After all, he is your lover, not this inexperienced pervert!

“I- I don’t think we--” Before Ken could finish speaking, your hand found his shaft from under his towel. Your hand enveloped his cock, gently pumping him. A few breathy moans escaped his lips as you played with him; his eyes shifted to Anakin while he pried open your legs, his soft fingers circled your pussy. How impatient.

Obi-wan touched your arm, a quiet plea. You didn’t need to ask, you knew Ken loved your blowjobs. How messy, and persistent you were--- Anakin’s eyebrows furrowed as you got down on all fours in bed, forced to watch as your tongue ran up and down his Master’s cock. Ken lay back on your pillows, his legs spread.

Anakin’s attention was caught by your round ass perked up in the air. He tried to contain the squeal in his throat before rushing to the moonlit sight. His hands planted on your ass, gently playing with the soft jiggle; in an instant, he pulled your panties down. There it was~ The center of his desires. His blood was rushing, warm hands on your skin as he buried his face in your pussy. “O- oh~” You looked back at the boy, keeping a teasing finger on Ken’s tip. “Do you know what you are doing?”

“M- mhm!” He said, thinking back to any videos he might have watched that would help him. His face buried in your cunt once more, his tongue on the bulb of your clitoris. Anakin felt your and reach back onto his head, and push him deeper… This is a dream come true! He thought, making out with your pussy. He sucked on your clit, and kept your pussy spread with his gentle fingers.

Kenobi held a fistful of your hair, guiding your head up and down his cock. You lap your tongue down Kenobi’s shaft and to his balls, slurping on his manhood as his toes curled and his eyelids twitched.

a/n: Yeah I originally deleted it. I'll try not to do that again. I'll finish the other requests tomorrow. I'm travelling girls.

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