#An Icey Fiery Passion

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Not That Kind of Guy

Part Eight: Stalker!Anakin Skywalker × femme reader series

Warnings: stalking, weirdo behavior, psychotic/delusional behavior, possessive/protective, sexism/misogyny, sexual content/fantasizing, pervy behavior, panty/scent kink, mask kink (Ghostface), gaslighting/manipulation, spitting, cumplay, nude vids, masturbation, oral, creampie, dick piercing, forced male orgasm GEN. SMUT[Be sure to pay attention to future warnings in the series]

Info: Anakin is a straight sex god and he’s so cocky about it until he lets himself think about how lucky his is and then he turns to a puddle bc he loves you so much [diary entries from Ani] extremely not proofread. MDNI 18+

“Did you have fun princess?” He asked, tenderly kissing your temple and tucking a hair behind your ear.

He had one hand above your head, resting on the door to your apartment, the other now lightly gracing your hip with a soft squeeze.

“Mhm.” You nodded, melting at the rich timbre in his voice.

“So pretty.” He whispered, looking down at you like he hoped he’d suddenly gain the ability to swallow you whole and never let you go.

His eyes were so intense, steeled icey blue that held the warmth of the summer seas. Contradictory but somehow very fitting for him, you couldn’t imagine him with anything else.

You’d never grow tired of the way he poured his soul out through the pools of black that encroached on that pretty blue. He didn’t ever have to say what he thought of you. It was clear to anyone who witnessed the way he looked at you, that he was wholeheartedly devoted.

“Kiss?” He asked softly, his breath a whisper across your lips as his nose brushed against yours.

“Plea-“ you couldn’t even get the full word out before he wrapped an arm around your waist and cradled the back of your head, his lips soldering to yours.

The moment his mouth moved against yours, the strangest feeling washed over you. One you’d felt before, the thought you’d had in the past.

He’s loved you in a past life. How else could his lips feel like home?

It was tender and smooth, all lips and no tongue. But passionate all the same. How he managed to breathe life into your very soul with just that kiss… you’ll never know.

That ache. That horrible terrible ache had been back for some time now, your affliction of sexual suffering had returned in full force and your mind was overwhelmed with those feel good chemicals.

That ache turned into a full fledged pain in a matter of seconds.

All from one kiss.

Is it desperate of you to ask for more? Would he even consider it? This is the end of your first real date. He’s so… old fashioned that he wouldn’t possibly…

“What are you thinking hmm?” His gravely voice derailed your train of thought as he mumbled against your lips, never fully breaking away from you, keeping that heated connection as if he needed it to breathe.

“I’m thinkin’ of you.” You whispered.

“Well I’d sure hope that you were.” He chuckled.

“Shit I didn’t mean-“

“No, I know what you mean.” He silenced you quickly, “I just like to tease you. Make you buffer.”

And goddamn did you.

His tongue invaded your mouth so smoothly that you felt like it had always meant to be there. He tasted so familiar, he smelled so welcoming. He held you so firmly against his chest, one hand inching down your back, giving you plenty of time to back out before he cupped your ass and squeezed.

It was truly outrageous the way your entire body was screaming for him. It was taking everything in you to stay sane, your mind felt like it was buzzing. Overrunning your nervous system with micro-sensations that you could’ve never felt with anyone other than Anakin.

Intensifying a thousand times over when he pushed his groin against the softness of your lower stomach.

You would’ve died of embarrassment at the pitiful whimper you let escape if Anakin hadn’t been there to swallow it up and fill your lungs with the fiery breath of his undeniable need for you. He growled, truly he did. Like a feral beast that had been caged and starved for days on end.

And you were his meal.

“Inside.” He said, his voice low and commanding.

You faltered for a moment, not because you didn’t want to, but simply because of the way he was speaking. He’d always had the ability to leave you speechless with his stern tone. But this was different.

This was authoritative. Not like his voice of the previous times, no. He was demanding it.

For some reason, you liked it. It made you all the more weak for him.

“C’mon baby. Gimme the keys.” He whispered kissing your jaw as he fished in your back pocket to grab them, he knew he’d sent you into a stupor and he didn’t have the patience for you to snap out of it.

The door opened and shut in record time, Anakin locking it behind him without missing a step.

“Bed?” He whispered, kissing you softly, a smile quirking up the side of his mouth.

“Uh huh.” You nodded.

“Uh huh.” He mocked you, grinning as he scooped you up with both arms and carried you to the bedroom.

“I can walk you know?” You giggled, cheeks flushed.

“Not fast enough.” He countered, slipping off your shoes and socks and doing the same for himself after sitting you gently on the bed.

You had started to take of your shirt when he gave you a disapproving glare.

“I’ll undress you.” He said, “wanna take my time.”

The bed dipped under his weight when he kneeled before you, looking down at you like he was seeing the Seven Wonders all at once.

“Come sit in my lap princess.” He requested, leaning against the headboard and unashamedly palming his erection to make himself more comfortable.

You stared, practically drooling. You couldn’t believe he was finally here. In your bed. You’d get to see what you’d dreamt of so many times. To prove those dreams right. To have him cure you of that ache.

“Sit.” He said gruffly, snapping his fingers to get your attention.

“R-right.” You nodded, obeying immediately and straddling his thighs.

“Getting distracted are we?” He teased, kissing down the column of your throat, leaving wet marks behind. “You’ll see it all soon enough. Just let me have my fun first yeah?” He finished with a sharp nip to your collarbone that made you yelp.

“Kiss me again.” You whimpered, this time Anakin obeying you for a change.

He was eager to fulfill that request, immediately diving back into the depths of your mouth. Laving his tongue across yours tortuously slow and savory.

He hummed a question of consent as his hands traveled up your thighs. You nodded in response and earned a chuckled and smile from him that broke your kiss momentarily.

He kneaded the flesh of your ass with the hands you’d held in your own so many times. The hands you’ve wanted to touch you like this for so long, it was just as satisfying as you imagined it would be.

He gently groped and caressed you while devouring your mouth, eating up those beautiful moans leaving your lips. Soon enough his calloused fingertips graced the soft skin of your bare belly, hardly making contact at all, just enough to send a shiver through you and leave goose-pimples in their wake.

“More?” He asked, his lips leaving yours in favor of worshiping the gentle curve of your jaw.

“More.” You whined, nodding your head quickly as your hands tangled into his hair.

He raised his eyebrows to quiet your grumbling of protest when he pulled his lips from your neck. Anakin gently lifted up your shirt and once it was gone he immediately unclasped your bra and tossed it to join your shirt, as if it would burn you if he left it on you for a second longer.

“Oh goddamn.” He moaned, supporting them in his palms to feel their weight.

“Perfect. How is everything about you so fucking perfect?” He looked up at you with an expression that almost mirrored pain.

Anakin’s facial expressions were always something of a mystery to you, he conveyed so much through them. But, there were times like this when you wished you had a book to reference. It was pained, almost mournful, akin to the expression you’d expect to see on someone’s face the first time they witnessed a painting that made them feel something.

“Ani…” you whispered, reaching out to touch his cheek. “What’s wrong?”

“I- I just adore you so much.” He said, his hands slowly releasing your breasts in favor of smoothing over the expanse of your abdomen and back, anywhere he could reach uncovered skin, he was trying his damndest to touch all at once.

He nuzzled his face against your breast, a whimper leaving his lips. Looking up at you with pleading eyes. A stark change from the authoritarian figure he’d been before. Right now his body language was oozing submission.

“Everything about you is everything I’ve ever wanted.” He mumbled as those plump lips enclosed around your nipple and allowed his warm tongue to swirl around it.

Your hands raked through his hair and from the little bit of stimulation your cunt fluttered around nothing, you felt so desperately empty. Needing something, anything, you started to rock your hips just enough to drag your clit across the bulge of his jeans.

“Fuckin’ hell.” He groaned, his strong hands gripping your hips tightly.

He let his head tilt back against the headboard as he sucked his bottom lip between his teeth and pinched his eyebrows together. Bucking up against you with each little thrust punctuated by a pitiful ‘uh’.

You were amazed at this change of roles. You would’ve never in your wildest dreams imagine Anakin-uber masculine-Skywalker to act this way in bed.

And oh god did it excite you.

“Baby please?” He whined, his once confident hands shaking as they caressed your arms and finally took your hands to lace your fingers together.

“What is it Ani?” You cooed.

“Need you bad.” He whimpered, uncharacteristically timid. “Need you so fuckin’ bad.” He whined.

Jesus Christ, you didn’t think your ego could grow any bigger. You’d need a canoe to travel across the lake of arousal seeping through your jeans.

“Want me to take care of you, Hmm?” You whispered in question, looking down at the red faced man beneath you.

“Uh, mhm.” He nodded, his bottom lip quivering.

“Oh baby,” you soothed, your hands leaving his to cradle his face. “don’t worry. I’m right here.”

“Lord have mercy.” His eyes practically rolled back in his head at your quick acceptance of this little submission kink of his.

You couldn’t help but giggle, it was cute. Way too cute.

“What’s my boy need?” You asked softly, grinding down on his unbelievably hard dick.

“Need you, need you everywhere.” His voice sounding broken.

“What do you say Ani?” You teased, eager to play this role for him.

“Please, please, please.” He begged not only with his words but his eyes and his actions too.

“Get this shirt off for me.” You commanded softly, tugging at the hem of his shirt.

He moved quickly and whipped it up and over his head, his mouth parted as though he wanted to say something but couldn’t.

You on the other hand, had a lot to say.

“You’re beautiful.” You whispered, exploring his tattooed skin, soaking up the images and committing them to memory.

“What?” Anakin asked, wearing that same pained expression from before.

“I said you’re beautiful.”

“You?” He huffed out a laugh before giving you a shy smile. “You think I’m beautiful?”

“Very.” You nodded, smiling right back at him.

“C’mere my sweet girl.” He said, his voice low and warm.

He pulled you even closer, skin to skin. Letting your body heat meld the two of you together the same as the warmth of your kiss cemented your lips in an embrace.

He was regaining that confidence from before, you realized now that maybe he just got overwhelmed. Maybe he just really did want you as badly as you wanted him.

This wasn’t a bossy confidence though, this was the confidence of a man who knew how to please. He touched you like he’d played you like a violin a million times before. So gently laying you back on the bed, so softly licking his way down your stomach to unbutton your pants and free you.

“Shit sweetheart.” He moaned, tugging at your panties until he had them in his hands.

The white cotton was so soaked that it was almost see through. Something about it made Anakin feral.

“All this f’me baby?” He cooed, keeping one hand on your body and the other firmly holding that wet spot to his nose and breathing deeply.

“Smells so fucking good.” The words tumbling out of his throat in a low rumble, the hand on your skin traveling down between your legs.

“This little pussy need some attention?” Teasingly he circled your entrance with his thumb, making eye contact as he committed a sin so delicious that it should be stricken from even the devils playbook.

He shoved the wet spot of your panties into his mouth and sucked on it like his life depended on it. His eyes fluttered shut and his now unoccupied hand clenched tightly, the veins in his arm cropping up across his inked skin.

“Oh god.” Never had you seen something like this. Never did you think you’d ever see something like this.

This is the stuff you wanted to see but was never brave enough to ask or lucky enough to have happen to you unprompted. Your hole clenched around nothing and Anakin obviously felt it because he immediately moved two fingers to prod at your entrance, waiting until you nodded your head before pushing inside slowly.

A choked sob left your lips and his free hand palmed at his cock while his head tilted back in the ecstasy of pleasuring you and getting pleasured because of it.

His deft hand unbuttoned his jeans and unzipped them quicker than you’d seen most men do with both their hands. And he was only using one. Talented fingers indeed.

You thought he would pull out the cock you’d been dying to see, but of course he didn’t. He was a gentlemen despite the depravity of his kinky actions. He wouldn’t dare jump straight to penetration without having you cum first.

He was just shoving his hand down his boxers to readjust himself so that he could lay down between your legs without stabbing a hole in your mattress with the cock of steel clearly visible beneath that checkered fabric.

Anakin tossed your panties aside and opted for the real thing instead, not waiting before removing his fingers and bringing them to your lips.

“Taste baby.” He gently commanded, watching you intently as you licked your juices from his fingers. “God damn you.” He whispered, in awe of the throaty moan you made.

He dove between your legs. No slow introduction of his tongue, no gentle kisses. No.

He was hungry.

He went straight to lapping away at you like he’d been stranded in the desert for weeks and your pussy was the first thing he’d come across.

It sent you into a spiral, stole the breath from your lungs and seized up your muscles.

“Anakin… Ani…” you whined as his tongue parted your folds and licked into your cunt.

“Hmm?” He hummed, sucking your sopping folds between his lips.

His gaze met yours and it was a beautiful sight. Those pretty eyes of his staring up at you in pure unadulterated adoration. You’d expected to see straight lust. But that was just a background emotion within his eyes.

He wasn’t lusting after you.

He was worshiping you.

That realization alone was enough to break down that first wall on your way to orgasm. Your hands flying to his hair and tugging him right where you wanted him.

He eagerly sucked at the little nub of pleasure, finding it instantly like he’d mapped out the expanse of your cunt before. He knew *exactly* what you needed.

And he was overjoyed to give it to you on a silver platter. He sucked and rolled your clit with his tongue, sneaking his fingers back up into you to massage your leaky walls. Massaging that sweet spot that made you whimper.

He’s loved you in another life. How else would he know that he’d have you trembling in a matter of seconds like this?

Your legs spread wide, you hooked your ankles together over his back, trapping him there and earning a laugh from him. As if he were amused by the fact that he was unraveling you at the seams.

You gripped the sheets and moaned like you never had before, devastatingly low and rumbling. The vibration of it felt like your heart was being ripped from your chest as your world imploded. Anakin never wavered, never stopped as he finger fucked and clit sucked you through the most intense orgasm of your life.

He wouldn’t have stopped then either. Not if you hadn’t of begged him.

“Anakin please.” You whined high-pitched and close to tears. “Please I don’t wanna cum again so quick…”

“Why?” He muttered against you as your thighs squeezed his head.

“Want your cock.” You hoped that this would sway him but it didn’t.

“You’ll have it.” He growled. “Just gimme one more.”

“I-I can’t… it’s too s-soon.” You sobbed out, trying to catch your breath.

“No it’s not.” He said matter of factly, pumping those long fingers into you like it was his life’s work to make you cum.

“Fuck… fuck oh shit.” You clawed at his shoulders and he didn’t even flinch.

If anything it spurred him on and had you seeing nothing but blinding white light as he pulled your soul from the depths of your core and stole it away for himself.

You were vaguely aware of his quietly spoken praises and compliments as he crawled up your body and caressed your marred skin. He’d painted you with little love bites that he now proudly traced and pet.

“There she is.” He chuckled when you finally resurfaced from the sea of pleasure he’d dropped you into.

“Ani I can hardly breathe.” You panted wildly.

“Need some help baby?” He teased. “I know CPR.”

“Shut up.” You let out a breathy laugh.

“Yes ma’am.” He said with a grin, nuzzling your breasts and lazily circling your nipples.

“Anakin!” Your hands coming to swat his away. “M’sensitive.”

“On your nipples? I’ve hardly loved on them.” He pouted.

“Hardly?” You admonished. “Really? They’re so raw I’m gonna have to put some lotion on later.”

“I’ll do it for you.” He cooed.

“Yeah? That’s just an excuse for you to play with my tits again.”

“Of course it is.” He admitted with a shrug.

“At least you’re honest.” You sighed.

“Mm.” He snorted. *’yeah sure’*

��Think you’ll be recovered enough for me to make love to you?” He asked, voice low and honeyed. “Or should I wait three to five business days?”

“Make love?” You grinned.

“What? You making fun of me?”

“No I think it’s cute.” You giggled with a light blush.

“Well I don’t think I can call sex with you ‘fucking’.” He chuckled, kissing the valley of your breasts.

“Why not?” You looked down at him, propping yourself up on your elbows.

“Cause you’re too precious for that.” You could tell he was being completely honest just from his tone. “You deserve respect while I defile you.”

He snickered and nipped at the soft part of your breast, making you squeal and giggle, shying away from him.

“No, no, no, you get back here.” He growled, dragging you back over to him with two firm hands on your hips.

“Anakin!” You yelped and broke out in a fit of laughter that dissolved quickly into a breathy moan as he latched himself onto your neck, licking along your throat slowly.

“M’not done.” He mumbled, lifting himself up and pressing his covered bulge against the slick surface of your pussy.

“Maker…” you groaned, wrapping your legs around his waist and drawing him closer.

If he was talented with his mouth and hands… it’s hard to imagine how well he can wield that monster between his legs.

“Please…” you whispered. “Anakin please? Fuck me?”

“No.” He shook his head.

“What?” You squeaked.

“M’not fucking you.” He chuckled. Grinding his hips down onto you. “Didn’t you hear me princess?”

“Fine.” You giggled. “Anakin? Make love to me?”

“Oh absolutely.” He growled, attacking your neck with his lips and tongue.

He pushed up and kneeled between your legs, suddenly you realized he’d completely shed his jeans along the way somehow. Left just in his boxers you could see his collection of tattoos continued on his legs. And a wet patch of his own spotted the fabric where his weeping cockhead rested. He looked just as impressive as he felt beneath those boxers.

“Condom?” He asked, panting as he gazed down at you with glassy eyes.

“Are you asking me if I have one?” You asked with a confused look.

“No sweetheart.” He laughed. “I’m asking if you *want* one.”

“Oh.” You blushed, feeling a little silly for not understanding immediately. “I- I don’t… I mean…”

“It’s up to you babydoll.” He soothed, his warm palms feeling across the plush part of your thighs. “I’m clean. Haven’t been with anyone in a while.” He gave you a bashful, crooked smile.

“I mean, I’m on birth control… yeah- I haven’t…I’m clean too.” You nodded.

“I know baby, but I need you to tell me okay?” He said softly. “I want you to be comfortable, this is a decision for you.”

“But I want you to know, I plan on being exclusively with you.” He said, caressing your cheeks gently.

“Me too.” You whispered, thankful that he’d said that so you didn’t have to.

‘Not for long’ he thought, hiding his snickered laugh with a click of his tongue. ‘

“Good girl.” He beamed. “My good girl.”

You nodded and felt a blush creeping up your cheeks. “Yeah.” You giggled.

“So what’s my girl want huh?” He asked, taking one of your hands the the wrist and dragging your palm down his stomach to his waistband.

“Want it raw?” He smirked.

“Anakin!” You hid your face in your free hand.

“Oh, you do don’t you?” He teased, bringing your hand lower and helping you wrap your fingers around his thick shaft. “Tell me princess, do you want me to *’fuck’* you raw?”

“Yes.” You squeaked in the tiniest voice you had.

“Dirty little thing.” A devilish grin spread across his kiss bitten lips and he licked his top row of teeth like he was preparing for the last feast on earth.

As you started to timidly pull his boxers down, he let you get all the way to the base of his cock before his hand shot out and grabbed your wrist.

“Look at me.” He said in a voice so gentle compared to his steel grip.

“Huh?”

“I should warn you.” He ran his knuckles across your cheek and then let his thumb traced the slope of your neck. “I have my dick pierced. I took the ring out.”

“You what?” Your mouth dropped open and your eyes flickered from the cock just out of sight below your palm and the serious blue eyes looking down at you.

“I have a cock ring.” He said plainly. “But I don’t have it in right now.”

“Why?”

“Pretty presumptuous of me I know, but I didn’t want you to freak out if we ended up here.” He said softly.

“I appreciate that.” You couldn’t help but smile, how sweet.

“Course baby.” His voice rumbled. “Just be warned. Got an extra hole down there.” He smirked, laughing.

“Oh I didn’t even think of that.” You gasped. “Damn I’m glad you said that before I saw it.” You giggled, turning serious before biting your lip and tugging the elastic down to expose his length.

“Holy shit.”

“S’a mouthful isn’t it?” He grinned, clearly enjoying the look of lust painted fear on your face.

“Yeah.” You scoffed, wrapping you hand around it and feeling it twitch beneath your touch.

Eight inches and thicker than you thought you could comfortably take. The bruise colored tip weeping precum that looked good enough to taste, so you did.

Anakin could’ve died a happy man at the sound your wet mouth made as it willingly wrapped around his cock head for the first time.

“Goddamnit.” He grunted, his knuckles white as chalk with his hands folded tightly into fists.

“Thats it. Good… good girl baby.” Gritted teeth and groaned words tumbled from his lips as he released his gripped fists and opted instead to cradle your head and help guide you to take his monstrous cock.

“Look at you,” his voice shook when you gazed up at him with half lidded eyes. “taking me so well darlin’, there you go.”

His thumbs brushing against your cheek bones in soothing circles while his fingertips dig into the back of your skull to keep you steady.

“You tap my leg if you need me to stop got it?” He said seriously, that delicious commanding voice that made your pussy flutter. You hummed in response and Anakin seemed to love it.

“Christ baby…” that masculine timbre falling back into that pitiful whine you’d heard before.

“Gonna look so fuckin’ good.” He whimpered, letting his head fall back so he could look up to the ceiling.

He laughed, like an actual laugh when his head dropped against his shoulders, you sucked hard on his tip and that shut him up right away.

“Oh fuck.” He whispered, his head snapped back down to see you looking up at him when amusement clearly in your pretty eyes.

He shook his head and smiled, “I’d lean down and kiss you, but I’d rather keep you like this.” He grinned, shooting you a wink and puckering his lips to send you a kiss.

“Luckiest man alive.” He groaned pushing his wide cockhead farther back into your throat, his body shivering when you involuntarily swallowed around him and gagged.

“Gonna just… just need-“ he whined, his chin resting against his chest as he sucked in a breath, the muscles across his stomach tightening.

“God damn you.” Breathing out with his cheeks puffed out slightly he angled your head back and made the most angelic sobbing sound you’d ever heard.

“Just be still… be so fucking still m’kay?” His eyebrows raised into a swoop, his eyes closed, nose scrunched up and teeth clamped together with his top lip slightly raised.

“Perfect. Perfect.” He praised you, petting your hair to soothe you as he very, very lightly wrapped his other hand around your throat so he could feel himself there.

“Take a breath.” He told you quietly, you complied, breathing deeply through your nose as your eyes watered heavily. “God… good girl, again.”

“Hold it,” he choked out as he slid oh so slowly farther into your throat, the burning sensation was foreign to you, but it wasn’t wholly bad, it sent a little *zap* of electricity straight to your core.

“Just a little more. Doin’ s-so,” his face scrunched up tightly as he fought to keep control and not just ram his entire length into you like he wanted to. “So good sweetheart. So good.”

“Gotta train this tight throat to take me hmm?” He nodded as if you answer for you. “Yeah? Good.”

“Fuck, f-fuck okay…” he panted, “going deep as I can alright?”

He pushed in until your eyes were so blurry with tears that you could hardly see his cherubic face turn strawberry pink. You swallowed, gagging loudly and triggering Anakin to let out a pained whine.

“God-fuckin’ damn…” he trailed off into a whimper, “shit I could cum… I could fuckin’ oh shit.”

You moaned at the thought of having done practically nothing but listen to instructions and doing it so well that he could cum just from stuffing himself in your mouth. You were *so* glad that you did.

“Baby… baby no, no-” he cried out and hiccuped loudly, thrusting ever so slightly, oh so shallow, “no… no!” He tried to remove his cock slowly but you weren’t having it.

You’d felt him twitch, you felt his muscles tighten and his grip on you had changed, so you braved the last bit and pushed your nose into his groin and nuzzled into his coarse and curly hairs, breathing in his musk before completely cutting off your air supply.

“Fuck!” He grunted, thrusting in tight controlled movements as he shot his hot and salty cum down your throat. “Fuck baby, no… I didn’t-“

“Ah, ah-“ he was a stuttering mess as he slowly extricated himself from your throat. “Don’t you dare… fucking swallow that yet.” He panted.

“Wanna see it.” He moaned, slipping his thumb into your mouth to hold you jaw in place as he watched it ooze down the back of your reddened throat.

“So fuckin’ pretty.” He whispered before catching you completely off guard and letting himself drool over your open mouth, the string of saliva dripped down to join his cum and he quickly shut your mouth. Holding your jaw in a tight grip with one hand.

“Now you can swallow.” His free hand brushing away the tears from all your hard work. “Good job. You did so good.”

“Except for the part where you didn’t listen to me.” He said, raising his eyebrows but breaking out into a smile when he saw the prideful grin on your face.

“Tasted good.” You rasped, your throat feeling sore already as you stuck out your tongue to prove you’d swallowed every drop.

“Hmph.” He snickered. “Knew you’d like it.”

He tapped the head of his cock on your tongue just for good measure before he lowered you onto your back. His hand creeping down your tummy and back home between your slicked folds.

“You hear that sweetheart?” He chuckled, pushing his fingers back inside your warm, gummy walls. “So wet you’re squelching baby.”

“Ani…” you shied away, hiding your face.

“Ah-ah, no ma’am.” He softly chided, peeling your fingers back while his other hand stayed between your thighs. “Be proud of it.”

“All this is f’me isn’t it?” He asked, tilting his head to the side.

“Uh huh.” You nodded embarrassedly.

“That’s right.” He nodded along with you. “Be proud of it,” he scissored his fingers as he pumped them in and out of you, “my favorite sound.” He smirked.

“But I think I’ll have a new favorite soon, yeah?” He smiled, removing his fingers and licking them clean before giving his cock a few quick strokes while he pushed your legs up and to the sides of your torso.

“What’re you doing?” You panted, still trying to catch your breath.

“Never done it like this?” He asked, his mouth quirking into a smile when you shook your head no.

“Oh well you’re gonna love it.” He snickered. “M’hold your knees to the bed like this.” He demonstrated, locking you into place beneath him while your cunt was on full display.

“Then I’ll just,” he sighed as he thrust slowly to drag the tip of his cock back and forth through your folds until it caught in the dip of your soaked hole. “Push into this pretty little pussy.”

He sucked in a deep breath and looked at you for permission which you eagerly gave. His cockhead gently entering your cunt despite the dull heated pain that followed his gentle descent. You whined at the stretch, the position you were in only making it worse.

“Shh, I know doll. I know I’m sorry.” He whispered, “you can do it baby. You can take me.”

“Yeah.” You nodded, a sharp intake of breath following his short shallow thrusts to ease you into it. His cock was only half way, but the way he had you folded made you feel so, so full.

“Rub your clit f’me huh?” He instructed, “there, that’s it. Good girl.”

“Little circles hmm? That feels good?”

“F-feels good Ani.” You nodded, a breathy moan leaving you.

“Mmm.” He mumbled, slowly sheathing himself to the hilt.

“Fuck… oh you feel so deep.” You gasped.

“M’deep alright.” He chuckled, “like it?”

He circled his hips paired with short strokes that left you breathless. You couldn’t speak, you could only grip the head board and watch him slide in and out as you made wet, lewd, slapping noises each time he hit home.

“Yeah, you like it huh?” He teased, shifting you slightly, instead of his hands in the crook of your knees he slid them beneath you and gripped your shoulders.

“Relax okay?” He said softly, lowering himself down to rest lightly on your chest. “Good, just like that. Wrap those sexy little legs around me.”

“Better?” He hummed, the new angle was less intense but equally pleasurable, he’d only done that to show off. *shithead*

“Better.” You nodded, your hands exploring his toned back, lightly scratching along his shoulder blades.

“How do you want it princess?” He asked, “however you want it, I’ll give it to you.”

“Deep n’ slow.” You mewled, feeling every ridge and vein in your slick heat.

“Mmm of course you do.” He chuckled, “wanna be filled don’t you baby?” He nibbled on your earlobe, thrusting hard and dragging himself back out slowly, a delicious combination that had your head spinning.

You could only imagine what it would feel like if he’d left his jewelry in. It might be too much, he was already bullying your sweet spot with each plunge of his rolling hips. He’d render you useless if he added much more…

Of course, he did.

He slurped and lapped and your already raw and red nipples, having your cunt contracting around him rhythmically.

“Ani- Anakin please.” You begged, not really knowing what for.

“Words baby.” He grunted, pulling the sensitive bud with his teeth, releasing it slowly so that it rolled against teeth and lips on its way back to its natural position.

“T-too much.” You hiccuped.

“Need me to stop?” He asked, slowing down.

“N-no!” You shook your head frantically, “no don’t.”

“Then what do you need sweetheart?” He cooed.

“Cum… need to-“ you keened, your forehead resting in the crook of his neck.

“Oh I see.” He chuckled, “reach back down there for me m’kay? Pinch your poor puffy clit.”

“This?“ you slurred out.

“Does it feel good?” He grinned.

“Uh huh.” You whimpered.

“Then do it just like that.” He smirked. “Poor thing.”

“Got you all stupid don’t I?” He snickered.

“Nngh.” You tried to protest but unfortunately he silenced you with his tongue, or fortunately depending on how you looked at it.

He shushed you playfully and started to drill into you at steady pace, his cockhead kissing the deepest part of your core each and every time.

As strange as it is to say: his cock felt at home when it was buried inside you. Like all you’d been missing your whole life was this.

“C’mon doll, you can do it.” He mumbled, his forehead pressed to yours. “Cum for me pretty girl. Let me hear it.”

All you could do was try your best to breathe as your nails dug into his skin. He hissed in pain but it only made his wicked smile wider.

“That’s right princess, tear me to pieces if you need to.” He grinned. “I’ll wear ‘em proud, yeah? Show off those pretty marks.”

You nodded, biting your lip, “Ani.” You whispered, “m’so close.”

“I know baby” He said, kissing your nose gently. “Can feel you gripping me.”

“Where do you want it?” He panted, “want me to paint you with it?”

“Gods… m-my pussy.” You nodded, “cum on me.”

“Filthy minx.” He laughed. “You got it.” He clicked his tongue and slightly changed his angle to really drive the nail into the coffin that would trap you.

He’d killed your need for anyone else. No body. Absolutely no one, could wreck you like Anakin had. You were right.

You were so right.

Your body had been screaming for him all this time because it knew. It knew that he was meant to be yours. Now that he was, you’d never let him go.

So you held on tightly as you sunk your teeth into the meaty corded muscle of the curve of his neck and fought to keep yourself from drowning as he fucked you into oblivion. The fire had burnt so brightly that it blinded you in an instant, hot flames licking at your insides as your body stiffened to escape the sizzling sensation that enveloped your entire being, body and soul.

The come down was slow, like the natural transition from inferno to lukewarm coals.

You were semi-aware of Anakin pulling out and stroking himself wildly over your spent and quivering pussy until his hot seed splattered across the soon to be sore apex of your thighs.

He crooned, pulling you to his chest and holding you tightly as though we were afraid you’d drift away.

You stayed like that until morning when you awoke to find him cooking breakfast, in just his boxers and socks.

Diary Entry

Baby. I knew you needed me. I knew you loved me. I knew you’d be perfect for me.

Never been so fucking proud of you. Taking me so well, letting me stretch out that pretty pink pussy. Gods it was just…

Listen. I already knew you were divine, I knew you held the elixir of life. The nectar of the gods. I knew that. I’d felt it, tasted it.

But what I wasn’t prepared for was the way you were so warm and welcoming, you just fit me so well. You were made for me, nothing could ever describe how truly perfect last night was. Nothing.

Then… then when you were trying your hardest, working that tight virgin throat to take me… I’d almost forgotten that I’d uncovered the lens on your camera.

I couldn’t help but laugh. I caught our first time on camera and lord have mercy I have watched it an unhealthy amount of times since I got back home.

You just look so fucking sexy.

I’d dreamed it. Imagined it. Even made it happen. But seeing it in person, up close, consensually? I’d never in my wildest dreams thought it could be that good. I’m amazed I lasted long enough to get past your tongue.

Diary Entry: August 3rd

Now I just need my little doe to love Ghost too.

I’ve been thinking about it. I even considered abandoning the idea all together because I was so thrilled I’d finally got you. But I realized, you’d be disappointed.

You’ve come to enjoy Ghost I think. Whether you admit it or not.

I’ve seen your face when you come home and find a flower or some candy. I always put it in the kitchen so I can see you clearly. It’s adorable.

You pop your head around the door when you come home like you’re expecting me to be standing there with a hatchet. I can see the fear in your eyes. Then you’ll see a little note from me and you smile. Then scan the room for those cameras you’ve become semi-aware of after wiping that happy expression from your face.

Or maybe I’m just really selfish. Because I don’t want to give up this game just yet. I need you to love both sides of me. Maybe it’s just too much fun. I’ve really been getting a kick out of it.

I see you when you scan the area while walking around with me, I feel you inch alittle closer, hold my hand alittle tighter, everytime we walk past someone dressed in all black. Nobody in their right mind would walk out in broad daylight in a Ghostface mask baby. Don’t be ridiculous.

But maybe he’d walk around like that at night? Maybe snatch you up on a Friday night after a fun outing with your friends? Drag you into an alley and fuck you senseless? I bet you’d like it. I know you’d like it.

But I’ll ease you into it. I don’t want you to be afraid. I want you to accept that you want Ghost to do those nasty things to you.

BOT IS READY!! Let me know if he’s good, I tried. Apparently stalkers are difficult for AI

PART NINE

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[chaaase69]

hi! not my usual simp ramblings but i wanted to post some writing i did so enjoy :)

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Empty

When it all happened all it felt like was emptiness, he didn’t know whether to cry or screen or curse the Gods above. Would they even listen? They had not intervened when those monsters took and took from him, they stood by and watched. So for many years this ball of grief festered in his chest, cold and hard. A solid ball of ice encapsulating every raw emotion he felt. Anger and sadness, pain untold lingering just below the surface of his skin unseeing to anyone who glanced his way. For a time, for a very long time, it simply did not matter. It was so easy to let those emotions disappear from his heart because he had no reason to feel them. No one was close enough to care or ask if he was truly okay.

It wasn’t until he showed up. How freely he cared, wore his emotions on his sleeve like an open book. Tears were not a weakness to him, but a symbol of strength. Oh how he cared so freely, he did not see for skin, he saw for person. It was like he could see above all. He was better than any God anyone worshiped. He was like the smell of freshly cut grass, it tingles your nose in a way both pleasant and unpleasant. You wish to smell it again yet fleeting in its moments when nature takes him away. In contrast to the icey ball, his chest carried a fiery passion. Like a literal piece of the sun that shined so brightly it was nearly obnoxious.

It hurt. The sun was bright, uncaring. It made him angry, explosively angry. Misplaced years of unspoken anger and unshed tears, screaming for no reason other than he wanted to scream. That ball of ice chipped and cracked everytime he yelled, freeing up the bundle fury of passion long since gone. The sun simply took, smiled and bore the weight of these emotions like they were his own. Oh how he cared so freely.

That smile shone like the daylight, beams of warmth caressing skin like a lover who held you close. The ice melted slowly, raindrops of tears in his unfeeling heart. Somedays it seemed worse than others, entire hurricanes of rain so bad his throat was raw. Otherdays is was quiet, a light mist of a spring day, still warm and free that it was comfortable. He didn’t know how to process it, he only saw weakness. Saw his flaws like they were bright red flags taunting a bull. In came the rage once again, unfiltered and burning so brightly it set ablaze the ice around his heart, melting it so quickly that he didn’t have time to even catch it.

Resentment. It was so bitter. It bit at the inside of his mouth and made his tongue tingle as though he was being pricked by a hundred needles at the same time. He spit at the very ground that resentment stood, yet it never faltered. It made home in the space of his heart, like a spider building a web. Intricate feelings of scorn and wrath, sorrow and grief. That simple tarantula nipped at his very soul, poisoning him with emotion he’d never wish for anyone. He felt like he was poisoning the sun, and for the first time in eons he was scared.

It horrified him. His shield gone and his hand forced to swing his sharpened blade. The sun only smiled, patient and filling him with warmth. A warmth he most dearly did not deserve, yet he received anyways. He wanted to hate the sun for this, he wanted to be mad and tell the sun to run and never look back. Yet, in his growth he didn’t hate or scream, he smiled back. The tarantula cried in pain, leg snapping as its web crumbled beneath it. His very soul smiled back, free.

The sun held his hand and he didn’t fight. His sword sheathed and shield lowered, the tarantula screamed again. Scattering away from its home in his heart, leaving behind the broken cobwebs of its ugly poison. He knew how to be okay with this poison, the warmth in his being taught him to love it. Cry when it hurts, yell when it's scary, smile when life is good. The threads of fate were not kind, but the sun taught him kindness anyways.

[rosecentaur1916]

The One Master List to Rule Them All...

Hi,

It’s you friendly neighbor fanfic author here. In the light of this apparent new trend of people feeding unfinished fics to AI to get an “ending,” and some people even talking about “blanket permissions,” let me just say this:

I EXPLICITLY FORBID ANYONE TO FEED MY FICS TO AI. DUDE, THAT IS ABOUT THE LEAST RESPECTFUL THING YOU CAN DO. IF YOU DO IT, SHALL YOU BE EXCOMMUNICATED FROM YOUR FANDOM AND WALK ON LEGOS BAREFOOT TILL THE END OF DAYS.

That is my anti-permission.

Thank you for your attention.

This is going to be the main Master List of All of the Master List's and Fics I write.

Also!

Please note that all of the corrections, errors, edits and so on are all me! I have no beta reader, and so all of the errors you read are mine.

Content Warning:

All of my work will always have a female reader. I also write smut.

I am a plus size/chubby, bespectacled, female and that is the only experience I know. My work starts out as self insert -- always. If you don't think that you will like my stories because of that, that is okay. Go find ones you will like. I don't need everyone to like my work.

Every fic starts out as super generic as possible. i write things basically from my point of view. Yeah, sure maybe that means I should make every one of these self inserts instead, but yk what? Sharing is caring. I try to write so that any sized person can see themselves in my "reader" character. Are there some things written that someone my size might not be able to do? Sure, but its fantasy right? I'm trying to have fun and work through some stuff. Is my writing the best? No, but that's okay.

I mostly write for me, and if there is another person who enjoys my work regardless of reader always being female that's cool, but I didn't write my work to appeal to the masses.

I wrote it for me, and then decided to share it.

Please note, that this would be the same if I were another gender, gender fluid or non-binary. Its based on who I am, not my audience. I admit its a bit self centered, but I started writing FF because there wasn't enough Cisco fics at the time. I filled a need, a need I had.

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[ikeservant]

Okok I loved your recent headcanons it was so amazing 👌👌 thank you sm!! Can I please request again for headcanons with Kenshin, Shingen, and Hideyoshi (yes my favs) with an mc who used to be an athlete and dancer? She is active, reckless loves to learn self defence and sword fight? I love your stuff please take your time!!! ❤️❤️

Ahh thank you so much Imma cry ^.^!!! I binge wrote this as a good de-stressor from my finals assignments. I love these headcanon requests and am always down to image adn geek out to the warlord bois! I hope you like it. Idk if I did my bois justice but I tried

Kenshin: Boi did MC knock out every stereotype of women he had. The first time he called her frail she took her hidden short sword and unsheathed it with a dangerous smile on her face. “You wanna say that again?” This intrigued the God of War, who would accept any chance of a fight. She put up a fair fight but was knocked to the ground with a sword to her chest. Kenshin put his sword back, an amused expression on his face. “You haven’t been in battle but you can hold your own. You have my respect.” and he invites MC to drink sake with him, starting a beautiful friendship. They would spar out in the field, giving MC exercise and Kenshin the company of someone he’s fond of (someone he’s attracted to AND duel with? JACKPOT). MC would notice lately he was holding back on the sparring, and instead focusing on teaching her self defense. When she asked him about it, his eyes turned somber. “I cannot bear to think of the possibility of causing a single bruise on your body. Instead I’ll teach you how to prevent others from putting bruises on your body.” Even with self defense training, he was more gentle with her. When she finally confronted him, she got his love confession and how he never wants her to get hurt or die. After reciprocating the confession, MC had to convince him that she’s clearly not made of glass and that bruises are okay and they’ll heal. He’ll still be terrified that her recklessness will cause her demise and it will all be his fault, but MC can tell he gets in those moods and makes sure to be soft and cuddle and give him loving, letting him know she’s here and she won’t leave his side and to not be a prisoner of the past. With enough reassurance that she’s plenty strong and capable, she is put in charge of training certain troops. The only condition is that only Kenshin is allowed to patch up and take care of his lover’s bruises and scrapes bc he’s a soft boi that wants to make sure the love of his life is healthy and happy. She quickly earned the title “Goddess of War” because they quickly learn that she is the fiery female version of icey Kenshin, not being able to keep up with her running and drills. Whoever has attitude about her being in charge or calling her weak will meet Kenshin’s wrath before she even has a chance to retaliate against the punk. 

Shingen: He is so amused and smitten right off the bat when he sees MC. He made the mistake of sneaking up behind her in an attempt to flirt, prompting a knee to his back with his arm bent back in a way that it could break any moment. “Your strength and cautiousness rival your beauty, I see.” His vassal Yukimura rushed over to try splitting the confrontation, trying to reassure MC that he wasn’t a harasser, just a giant flirt. After clearing the air, Shingen invites MC to sweets and tea with them , which MC agrees ferociously since she has been running around nonstop and requires more fuel for her belly. All women are goddesses in his eyes, but as MC talked about all her activities and her sadness that nobody wants to fight her even though she’s plenty strong, he was enamored with this fierce goddess in front of him. The more they saw eachother on the streets, the closer they were. Eventually Shingen invited her on a date to a festival nearby. When they arrived there was a musical section that people were dancing to, causing MC’s ears to perk up since its been so long since she’s gotten to dance. In a fit of excitement, she pulled Shingen’s hand and led him in a dance that seemed so foreign and energetic but so magical at the same time and he is officially IN LOVE. MC pulled him in a kiss like the wildcard she is, and BOOM they became the biggest power couple. She was the constant bundle of youthful energy and passion that kept his slowly deteriorating body glowing. He will teach her self defense, but be prepared for lots of flirting and sexual tension till self defense becomes make out defense. He lets her be as active as she wants and it motivates him to be more active as well. Whatever she does he’s in awe. Will corner anyone verbally if they say anything about his love’s swoleness and bold attitude that was unusual for Sengoku era women because she will always be a fit warrior goddess who is the bold sun to his sky and nobody’s close minded bullcrap will change that. When MC gets too reckless and causes injury, he will pamper her and convince her FOR ONCE to settle down until she heals. “Even angels need to heal their wings, my love.”

Hideyoshi: When he was suspicious that MC was a secret spy, he decided to sneakily follow her around, always one hallway behind. Suddenly he hears two swords unsheathe and a loud female voice proclaim “Let’s take this outside!” He immediately charges over with a “What the hell is going on here?”, seeing Masamune with both of his swords unsheathed, one in his hand and the other in MC’s hand. “The lass talked about wanting to swordfight.” Hideyoshi lecture ensues “The HELL she is. You are NOT fighting women.” Of course active MC isn’t having any of that. “How about this? We’ll use the practice swords so my ‘delicate lady skin’ doesn’t get scarred, party pooper.” *Dear heavens is this Masamune’s long lost female twin?*. Before he could retaliate, Masamune and MC ran off to spar. During that night he heard both a man and woman scream and a crashing thud. He immediately bolted towards the source of the noise. He found MC over top of a nearly unconscious man in front of Nobunga’s hall. Finding out that she saw a shady looking man with a dagger go towards Nobunga’s room and using her self defense skills to bring him down by surprise, potentially saving his lord’s life, he immediately trusts her and apologizes for being condescending and harsh on her, offering to start from scratch and be friends. Cue big brother mode, noticing MC’s hands red and sore from carrying heavy objects and practice swords and giving her hand cream to help. Would have a heart attack going into town with MC since she’d be running to everything that peaked her interest, making him run after her. Hideyoshi thought she could be quite troublesome and not the most polite/ladylike but somehow he couldn’t take his eyes off of MC with her inner and outer strength, energy that lit up every banquet, and eyes ablaze with passion. Would most likely confess his feelings for her after she recklessly runs into battle and almost dies protecting him, causing him to freak out and splutter how much he loves her, relieved that she reciprocates. They are an oddball, complementary couple that fits so well and are eachothers cheerleaders and guardians(Nobunga ships it hardcore). He keeps her from getting too reckless and makes sure she looks after herself, spoiling her and patching her up. She helps him loosen up and lets him lean on her for support and strength and makes sure he looks after himself, which is hard to do since he looks after everybody BUT himself. Isn’t too thrilled with MC’s more rigorous activities that give her injuries, but LOVES MC’s dancing since he can feel her happiness and see her coordinated movements that put him in a dazzled trance. MC will often conveniently “forget” all her 2 person dances, asking Hideyoshi to be her dance partner to help her (they secretly use it as an excuse to be close to eachother 😉)

[dontbesoweirdkira]

I don’t stare...I just observe -Weasley Twins

A/N : I just fell in love with the Weasley twins and I wanna cry now so I’m writing this fluff// I just started watching Harry Potter and I tried to make the Twins as accurate to my knowledge so please don’t bash me if it’s not as accurate SKSKS THE FORMAT KEEPS MESSING UP IMMA CRY

-Now George and Fred Weasley were one of the most noticeable people at Hogwarts. Maybe it was because their fiery red hair and tall structures stood out amongst the majority? Or maybe because of their loud antics and continuous pranks? You couldn’t tell. But what you did know was, you couldn’t take your eyes off them.

-No you weren’t creepily staring, however if they walked by or you heard their chatter, your attention would go to them for a bit. However you tried to make it as unnoticeable as possible, this seemed to always work out in your favor, the twins never seemed to notice. Or atleast, they never called you out or made it obvious if they did happen to know. 

-This went on for your first couple years at prestigious school, that was until this particular day.

 -it was a simple quiet day, quite snowy and drowsy, most kids were either outside playing with snow for a bit or inside trying to warm up. There wasn’t much class today so you decided to spend your time doing a bit of painting. The aesthetic of the snow and the warmth of your small quilt gave a rush of inspiration.

 -grabbing your easel, a wide canvas, and a few brushes of different sizes, you made your way down stairs,  through a corridor, and to a small Lounge.

-setting up your equipment next to a large window with a birds eye view of the icey land, you began to paint. Each stroke was painted with deep passion and a hint of furry. Every detail was painted with close attention to receive perfection.

 -Although your eyebrows were furrowed and your face had a deep seriousness, you truly were in a great state of euphoria. School had been extremely stressful and difficult with all the studying and different events going on, it was nice being able to finally sit down to actually do something you have a grave passion for. You forgot how fun it was to paint and play around with all the colors.

-“I never seen someone look so angry while painting.”

-“yeah I thought it was supposed to be something fun and relaxing, she just looks so tense.”

-being started by the sudden break of silence, your body jumped.

-“someone must of had one too many chocolate frogs to be so jumpy like that.” One chuckled

-“appears so, brother.” The other agreed in a fit of laughter

 - slowly turning around you’d seen the fiery red hair twins, leaning against the wall laughing.

-your eyes went wide and you turned back around facing your detailed canvas.

 -”I can move if you guys need this space.” you mumbled under your breath, but just loud enough for the two to hear.

- Before you could pack up your stuff or even comment for their pestering antics,  two identical faces were on either side of yours, one observing the painting and the other observing you with a chivalrous smirk on his face.

“No need miss.” George chirpidly said

-”why do you look so angry while you paint, little o’l y/n?” Freddie chuckled 

-”i guess i was just really focused, i didn’t realize the intensity of my body language.” you laughed uncomfortably then shrugged

-Fred nudged your shoulder playfully -” Only joking, But very nice painting Y/N. Very realistic, although you made that owl a bit crooked. What do you think George?” the twin staring at the painting asked 

-”I’d say its marvelous.” the other said still looking at you and not even bothering looking at the art

-”hmm, Y/n what do you say you teach us how to do this sometime? The art skills could surely come in handy for out next big prank” Fred exclaimed, pasting around the the canvas

-”wonderful idea Freddie,” George said now moving over to his other half “what do you think L/N? Care to show us how to move stroke these brushes?”

-both of them picked up a brush, both two different sizes and shapes. one of them put it of the bridge of their nose, wobbling back and forth trying to balance the stick while the other twirled it between his fingers.

-looking up at the mischievous bunch, you simply replied “whatever you’d like, now if you’re done staring at my unfinished work, i’d like to continue.... in silence.”

-”we’re just doing what you do to us. How you just stare at us all the time.” Freddie confronted humorously 

-”i-i do not stare, however with you two always doing something bizarre and outrageous it’s hard not to observe what the two of you are doing.” you said with a shaky huff. you snatched the brushes from either brother and put them back in the small tin can they previously rested in.

-a fit of laughter broke out among the two. 

-”well we are just ObServINg you and your art, just like you do us.” George mocked

-a wave of visible embarrassment splash upon your face.Ducking your head down, you began to pick up where you left off on your painting. trying your utter best to ignore the troublesome twins.

- once their laughing dies down, a few beats of pure silence grazed the room before one of the fellows began again.

-”you know we don’t mind,its adorable how you softly gaze at us.”

- the other finished “yeah, and how your little button nose sticks out of your textbook when your looking at George or I, in class.”

-Fred took the book he had in his hand and started immating your indiscreet behavior, earning a small laugh from his brother.

-with a short click of your tongue, you began, “Pfft, I’m not that obvious, and besides if I’m sooo “noticeable” why didn’t you guys say anything or confront me earlier?”

“ Well, we’ve been meaning to talk to you for a while actually, but you’re quite difficult to approach, you know?” George said

-shocked to hear George’s words, you almost spilled your paint all over yourself. you were now interested in this conversation with the boys. 

-”I’m difficult for YOU TWO to approach? Truly i’m intrigued as to why that is. I personally thought you two were the kings of idle chatter and talking to just about anyone and everyone with no problem.” you asked now sitting straight, fully facing the twins, with a furrowed eyebrows across your forehead.

-’Oi, You always have that angry annoyed look on you face, or always avoiding conversation with her peers, you're always in your dorm or in the library which makes it overly difficult to talk to. Plus whenever we did look at you or even walked past you, you’d always hide or look afraid of us. we were scared if we DID approached or pull a harmless prank, you’d call one of the professors on us or something.”

The other twin nodded in agreement. 

-hearing the news and the seriousness in their faces, you broke out into a good fit of laughter.

“ Oh, i literally didn’t realize. i guess when i’m focused or paying attention to something my face just gets like that.” you continued laughing “and i always hid because i didn’t want you guys to think i was some weird crazed girl if you guys saw me looking at you and then prank me. But it’s so funny because I seem to give you guys a run for y’all’s money.”

-“I’ll say.” Freddie said looking towards his brother which then looked back at him

-”what? do you think we’re heartless animals or something? tch- We wouldn’t just prank you for something like that. We have bigger and better plans than to mess with you, you know?” The other said jokingly

Looking down at your work station, you begun to open a a new paint capsule, and mix it.

“Haha maybe I did think you were ‘heartless animals’ .” you chuckled

“shake my head Mrs.l/n, I expected more from you.”Fred said pinching the bridge of his nose

“can’t belive yu think of us that way, Y/n. i think you owe us a apology.” George said, while crossing his arms and shooting his nose high up in the air

“What if i don’t give you guys one?” You playfully questioned

“No problem, you just have to sit by us during dining hall” Fred said

“and go to our quidditch game this weekend and cheer us on.” George chimed in

“maybe even make our favorite snacks for after we win the game?”Freddie suggested

“and wear a ‘I heart Fred and George’ jumper made by me mum” George finished off

Cleaning off your brush, and dipping it into another color you replied snootily,

“Well I guess I’ll just have to do all of that because i’m not apologizing, see you at dining hall and please make sure you save a good warm seat.” you smiled, beginning to make small strokes of red onto your canvas

Freddie and George both turned to each other and smiled at the idea of a third party joining their notorious tag team. They both seemed to have a mutual liking of you. Was it because of your light playful manner or outer mysterious demeanor? The both didn’t know, but what did did know is that they couldn’t wait to see what the friendship would bring.

“This should be Fun, huh brother?” they said in unison 

[jvmesbcrnes]

n e r v o u s

hi you guys!! i’m louise and i really love sebastian, so i thought i’d dedicate a tumblr to him and stuff! i plan on writing!! i do everything from fluff to angst to smut, but i’m just getting started so hold on with me!

concept: actress!reader x sebastian stan! seb and you are staring in a film together... and today you have to film that sex scene...

warnings: 𝑺𝑴𝑼𝑻, unprotected sex, virginity loss, oral (f receiving), sweet talk! 18+ only please :)

you sat uncomfortably in the makeup trailer. you couldn’t stop twiddling with your fingers, or picking at your nail, no matter how much your agent told you to knock it off. you couldn’t help but be nervous, today was the day.

as an aspiring actress you had taken many roles, as many as were offered to you. everything from theatre to a one episode appearance on svu. but this movie? this film? this was your big break. an action packed romance about a spy, played by you, sent by russia to investigate a person of interest, who she then falls deeply in love with. and you had the lead. next to sebastian stan.

sebastian was kind. one of the kindest men you had ever met. he was always sweet when filming, even the day you had to kick his ass. no matter what, he was always laughing about something. you liked that.

you liked him.

yes, it was quite embarrassing. your childhood-esque crush on your costar. he made you laugh, and blush, he was a sweetheart and you couldn’t help but find yourself thinking about him. his stunning chocolate hair so beautifully paired with his icey blue eyes... he was your heaven.

you felt your assistants finish up your makeup, a natural look of course and a few of them finished up your hair, leaving your naturally h/c locks in wavy lengths behind you. you slipped into a nude thong. it was your costume for the day. you left the robe on and slipped on some sandals and made your way to set.

you looked around at all the lights and the cameras. this is going to be so awkward... you thought to yourself. but hopefully, hopefully, this wouldn’t be horrible. sebastian wouldn’t let it be horrible? right?

you scanned the set once more and caught a glimpse of sebastian in a white robe matching yours, and saw him walking over to you. you looked down and softly, and nervously, tucked a strand of hair behind your ear.

“Hey, Y/N!” you heart sebastian day softly. “How are you feelin, are you ready for today?” he asked with genuine concern in his voice.

you gulped softly. this was new, weird and honestly terrifying. not only was this your first sex scene but you were, quite shockingly, a virgin, with no experience beyond the occasional masturbation session. “Y-Yeah, I think i’m ready.” you mumbled out.

sebastian noticed your nervous, closed off actions. he reached out his arm, and placed it on your shoulder. “Don’t worry, sweetheart, everything is going to be okay.” he said softly, his blue eyes meeting yours.

you nodded silently, and he took your hand, squeezing it twice and then dropping it. “you’ve never done anything like this before, have you?” he said softly.

“no, i haven’t.” you said softly, trying to hide your embarrassment. “this is my first sex scene.”

“No, Y/N, that’s not what I meant.” he turned to face you. he was hovering over you, his broad shoulders seemed to fill the room. “you’re a virgin, aren’t you?” he devilishly raised an eyebrow.

you looked down and nodded. it was sad, at least you felt it was, honestly. to be 22 years old, and to not have had sex yet. you were embarrassed beyond measure. and your cheeks turned bright red.

you then heard his smooth voice echo through you. “i’m gonna make this as easy for you as possible, okay, sweetheart?”

“thank you, sebastian.” the way he called you sweetheart... it made your stomach fill with butterflies, even more than it already had. then. your director arrived on set, and called for you and sebastian to take your places. hands shaking, you fumbled to untie your robe, and then let it slide to the floor, revealing almost all of you.

you walked onto the set and covered your breasts. sebastian soon joined you. his manhood covered in a cock sock. you couldn’t help but admire his body. his golden, perfectly toned abs, his chiseled thighs... no. you could not be thinking about him like that, not here, not now.

you laid down on the bed, and sebastian crawled on top of you. you were still holding and hiding your breasts. “is this okay so far?” he whispered to you. you responded with a gulp and a nod before hearing “Lights! Camera! Action!” boom out of your directors mouth. you dropped your arms as sebastian presses into you with a fiery kiss.

his arms traced up and down your body, as he said his lines and performed his part. he was good at this, and he knew it. in this moment, you weren’t surrounded by a crew, it was just the two of you. he kissed along your neck, and down your breasts.

“Cut!” you then heard the director yell! “Let’s try it with Y/N on top of Sebastian!” you frantically looked into sebastian’s eyes. you had no clue what you were supposed to do, or look like...

“i’ll guide you through it, doll.” sebastian responded to your panicked stated before switching so you were on top. he placed his hands on your hips, and said, “roll them.” you did as you were told. they started filming the scene again, and sebastian slowly inches his hands up your body, and held your breasts as you pretended to ride him.

you knew what was coming next, you had to fake an orgasm. so you let out fake pornographic moans and let yourself shake, before collapsing onto him. “Cut!” the director yelled once more. “That was brilliant. that should be all the content we need for this scene today!”

you immediately hopped off is sebastian and scurried back into your robe and back to your trailer. you were embarrassed beyond belief. you threw on a sweat shirt and some shorts, and then put your hair up in a messy bun, before removing your stage makeup. once you were done, you heard a knock on the door of your trailer. “Come in!” you said, assuming it was your manager, or a girlfriend of yours.

“Hey” you heard a voice from behind you, the last voice you wanted to hear at this moment. Sebastian. You whipped around in your chair to face him. “Hi.” you muttered out.

“You feelin’ okay, doll?” he said sitting down next to you at the edge of your bed. you looked at him and he was perfect, and everything you had ever wanted.

“yeah, i think i’m okay. just a little embarassed is all.” you looked down at your hands, trying to distract yourself. district from the anxiety and your feelings for him.

“you did amazing out there. and if i’m going to be honest, i have a confession to make.” he said. his voice was different, more vulnerable. the real sebastian. you nodded letting him know it was okay. he turned to face you and took your hands.

“Y/N, you know you’re an insanely talented actress, and you know i’ve really enjoyed every second of working with you.” he let out a gentle smile. “But, y/n, i can’t keep lying to myself. i really really like you. and today, when you were out there, i knew i had to ask this. would you maybe want to go out on a date with me?” he looked into your eyes.

you gulped. “I really like you too, Sebastian.” you said gently. “yeah, i’ll go on a date with you.” you smiled lightly. he was smiling and cupped your cheek. “may I?” he asked for permission to kiss you, you nodded. your lips met tenderly. you had kissed before, but this was different. this was real. this wasn’t you two playing a role, this was your true souls.

soon, the kiss grew endlessly more passionate. and h you found him on top of you. you were both still fully clothed, but you could feel his slightly hardened manhood pressing up against your thigh. you wanted him. you wanted to give him this. you started tugging as the bottom of his shirt, signaling that you wanted more.

“is this what you want, y/n?” he asked genuinely. “you said you had never...” he looked deep into your eyes, searching for any sign of doubt you may have had.

“i know i’ve never done this before. and i want you, sebastian.” you said, cupping his face and looking back, deep into his eyes.

he didn’t even bother to answer, he ripped his shirt off and threw it on the ground. he started slowly undressing you too, not that he hadn’t already practically seen everything. he was gentle, and delicate. he left soft kisses all over your exposed skin, and whispered cute things in your ears. things like “so beautiful.” and “absolutely perfect”. all that you had left on now was your panties.

sebastian kissed a gentle line from your jaw, all the way down to your collarbones, between your breasts and down to the edge of your panties. he looked up at you, once again wordlessly asking permission. you nodded once and he slipped off your panties revealing your drenched womanhood to him.

he sat there, in awe of the sight before him. he took a moment to take it all in. you panicked, taking his wonderstruck pause as disgust. “is it okay?” you asked meekly.

“doll, this is the most beautiful thing i have ever seen. it is better than okay.” a wave of relief washed over you. as he brought his head forward, planting gentle kisses on your clitoris, you tilted your head back in pleasure.

he soon latched his lips around your clit. sucking at you, making you feel a way you had never felt before. you let out a moan. he chuckled slightly onto your clit, sending vibrations up through your whole body. he the slowly inserted a finger into your warmth. and started pumping it in and out of you.

“Fuck Sebastian!” you moaned out. this sense of stimulation, you’d never felt it before. you just wanted him to keep going. so he did, gently pressing his finger in and out of you. and lapping up all of your juices that he could find. you felt a bubble growing in your lower abdomen. you knew an orgasm was approaching. “S-Seb, I’m gonna cum!” you moaned.

he instantly sped up his thrusts and said “Cum for me babygirl!” before reattaching his lips to your clit and sucking hard. you came all over his face, and you could see yourself glistening in his beard. “You taste fucking divine, sweetheart.” he said softly, while crawling back up your body. “Here, taste it.” he said, pressing his lips to yours, you tasted him and yourself and it felt endlessly ecstatic,

“Are you ready for this, babygirl?” he said, pulling away from the kiss and pumping his erect member. you nodded. “I need a verbal response, my love.”

my love... had he just called you... my love? you instantly flashed forward, thinking of a future with him. marrying him, having kids with him, attending every red carpet premiere with him...

“yes, i want this.” you said, snapping back to reality. you wanted him to be the first and only person you’d ever be with like this. he lined himself up with your womanhood and gently pressed the tip into you. you latched onto his shoulders.

you knew this was going to hurt, and you knew he was big. “Fuck!” you exclaimed, driving your nails into his shoulders. he looked into your eyes, worried. as tears stared to fall, he pulled out. “i’m hurting you...”

“Please just keep going.” you begged him. so he inserted his manhood back into your flower. once he was fully inserted, he waited for you to adjust to his size. he could feel the way he was stretching your walls. the way he filled you up. you nodded once you were ready for him to start moving. he started rolling his hips, moving slowly into your soaked womanhood. he kissed at your neck and left hickeys on you as he thrusted.

the sight of it, the sounds, the smell, it was love. sebastian stan was making love to you. he moved his member in a way that hit your sweet spot in a way you never could have imagined. soon, the pain faded to pleasure, your expletive moans filling the trailer. “Oh my god, Sebastian you feel so good!”

you once again felt that familiar bubble forming in your stomach as you approached orgasm number 2. the walls of your pussy began clenching around his twitching member and you knew he was just as close as you were. “F-Fuck Seb. I love you!” you moaned out as your legs began to shake and you milked his member of everything it had, feeling his warm cum filling you up. you came around him. and when you both had come off of your highs, sebastian collapsed onto you.

“thank you, sebastian.” you said softly, panting as he laid on top of you. you ran you hand through his thick brown hair.

“so does this mean that you’ll be my girl then?” he chuckled, cupping your cheek. you smiled and nodded. “of course i’ll be your girl, sebastian.”

after that, you knew you’d never be nervous around him again.