#Hayden Christensen fanfic

[erosmutt]

I hope you're still doing requests pooks, but if not, ignore this and double penetration request 😅 sorry im a horny virgin who's also chronically depressed and sorry for how long this request is

hayden x virgin reader who's like 22 so I can indulge pls

okay reader can't stomach hookup culture cause she needs emotional intimacy and chemistry first. sex has sentiment and she wants to save herself for someone she's in love with (not necessarily marriage)

hayden and reader meet at her job or something, hit it off despite the age gap, and go on dates without ever having sex bc establishing a relationship without being clouded by lust 💪🏼💪🏼 she invites him to her apartment to have an intimate hangout with no expectations for sex but he's so sweet and touchy and patient so then she's like I love him and I want to fuck his cute self

they do all the foreplay and he guides her through giving him a blowjob (at her insistence) then they make love and it's actually sweet (gentle love, admiring each other, lots of eye contact) and very human with mistakes that they just laugh off 🫶🏼🫶🏼

pls if u don't write any other request of mine, do this and I will smooch the shit out of you every day for a whole summer

i am literally always taking requests!! like . my inbox is always open. never closes. also i would never ignore a request unless it's like against what i have in my rules. i love love looove how you always are so creative and give such long requests. i love yew tamara <3 this ended up being very long! enjoy :]

₍ᐢ. .ᐢ₎ ★ virginity loss, blowjob, passionate sex, hayden comfort as always!⠀⠀─⠀⠀WRITTEN BY EROSMUTT 25.04.19  ⋆  HAPPY HAYDEN DAY!

"Your place is so cozy," Hayden comments with a fond smile as he looks around at the decor. Your apartment is fairly small, but it's cluttered with things that are just so you. There's a tabby cat lounging in a cat tree by the window, and he tilts his head, making his way over. You've mentioned your cat, Andi, before, but he's never had the pleasure of meeting him until today. He smiles, bending down and giving the cat a gentle scratch underneath its chin. "Hey there buddy," he coos, melting at the way the small feline scrunches its nose and leans into his touch.

As he pets and plays with Andi, you go to the kitchen, grabbing some snacks. "You can put whatever you want on the TV," you call from the kitchen, voice raised to be heard over the shifting and crinkling of the packages of snacks. He looks over at the remote on the coffee table and smiles. "Alright," he pulls away from Andi who watches him curiously as he goes to the couch and sits down with a sigh.

Soon, the two of you are settled in on the couch, a blanket thrown over your laps and bowl of popcorn on his lap. Hayden's right hand rests on your thigh, absentmindedly rubbing as the other grabs kernels of popcorn, bringing them up to his mouth and snacking as he watches the show you both agreed on that's playing on the TV in front of you.

The entire duration of the visit, you've been increasingly needy and getting more and more fussy and agitated, shifting constantly and opening and closing your legs. He took it as you being uncomfortable and was concerned, constantly asking if you were okay. Eventually, though, once you kept shifting impossibly closer to him, he got the unspoken memo and repositioned you himself so you have your legs over his lap, his large, warm hands resting on your thighs, dangerously close to your clothed privates.

"Are you okay?" Hayden murmurs softly, his other hand gently gripping your side, careful to not tickle you. You let out an agitated sob, your hands coming up to rub your eyes. "I didn't wanna say anything," you begin. "but I... I really want you to touch me, Hay." He nods in understanding, both hands now caressing you in an unsure attempt to soothe you. "It's okay, I get it, I could tell," he grins, making your cheeks flush a dark pink. "Fuck, I'm sorry," you whisper. He shakes his head. "No no, don't apologize. I've got you. Tell me what you need, and I'll make it happen."

You let out a soft sigh before biting your lip, gently gnawing the skin off as you ponder how to word your request. "Mmmm... can I..." you trail off, not daring to look up at him. "Can I um... can I give you a blowjob?"

Hayden raises his eyebrows, a bit surprised that you would be so straightforward. Getting over his initial shock, he nods. "Of course. Do you--" "I got it," you cut him off, not wanting him to think that you're inexperienced. You are inexperienced, and you have an idea of how to give a guy a blowjob, but you've never done it yourself, not even on a toy, considering you don't own any. He nods, and watches as you, with newfound fervor, throw the blanket off of the both of you and get on your knees before him, pushing his knees apart.

Now that you're in such a vulnerable position, you're absolutely terrified.

"Um... oh..." you murmur, hands falling uselessly to your lap. He can't help but chuckle, making you frown a bit. "Let me help you," he insists. "Okay?" You nod. He grabs a throw pillow off the couch and hands it to you. "Here, kneel on this so your knees don't start hurting." You follow his orders, putting it underneath you and settling onto it. "Now, let me see your hands," you offer your hands, and he takes them in his own soft ones, positioning them at the waistband of his sweatpants. "Whenever you're ready, take them off."

You nod, hooking your fingers into his pants and gently tugging them down his thighs as he lifts his hips in assistance. In the thin fabric of his boxers, his hardening cock twitches, and you gasp, looking at his crotch with fascination. Hayden laughs, shaking his head. You really are inexperienced. "Do you want me to take these off myself, or do you want to do it?" You think for a moment before pointing at him silently. He nods, lifting his hips once more and letting his boxers pool around his ankles along with his pants. The sight of his cock standing proud before you makes you gasp again, and you slap your hand over your mouth. "Oh my god," you whisper in awe. Real dicks are so much different from dildos.

Hayden leans down and gently strokes your cheek. "When you're ready, you can hold it." You tentatively reach out and wrap your hand around his velvety shaft, eyes widening in genuine awe as you get a spur of confidence and start to stroke him. "I'm uncut," he informs you, observing your confused face. You raise an eyebrow. He smiles. "Uncircumcised." "Oh," you murmur in newfound understanding. There's no way you're this oblivious to male anatomy.

"Here," he moves a bit closer to the edge of the couch. "Do you want to put it in your mouth now?" You nod, scooting closer, feeling the warmth of his skin and taking in his musk. You lean down and slowly open your mouth, then you take his tip in your mouth and let out a soft, muffled squeak of surprise at the salty taste of pre that hits your tongue. He gently cups your face, helping to guide you down. "Shh, that's it, just take it slow, you're doing great lovie," he praises with a small smile. You can only take his tip and a bit of his shaft before you whimper and pull off of him. "Hayden I can't,"

He nods. "Okay, that's okay, we can try something else." He helps you up onto the couch. "Do you want to go to the bedroom?" He offers. You nod, and he pulls his bottoms up before motioning for you to lead the way. You do so, and the two of you end up on your bed together. "I'm sorry it's so small," you apologize softly, smoothing out the cover anxiously. He sits beside you, hands underneath your shirt. "It's okay, we can make do with what we've got," he reassures, gently lifting your top up off your body, setting it to the side neatly. You cover yourself with your arms, and his expression softens at the way your insecurity is on full display. "Would it help if I undress?" You nod, and he gets up, stripping down until he's fully nude. When he turns around to put his clothes on your desk chair, you tilt your head. He has a nice ass.

"We don't have to do anything you don't want to," he reminds you, making his way back over to you. He gets onto the bed, crawling over you, and you fall onto your back, looking up at him with big, scared eyes. "Haydie," you murmur. "I'm scared." Hayden pouts a bit. "I get it, we'll go slow, I'm not in a hurry." His tip gently prods at your clothed cunt and your breath hitches. You need him. Now.

Cheeks flushed and body tingling with need, you part your legs. "I'm ready, I promise," you whisper softly. He nods, starting to remove your jeans. "Can I take your panties off too?" You nod. He shimmies them off you and tosses them onto the chair with his clothes. "Woah, you're beautiful," he whispers softly. Your cheeks flush a deeper pink and you don't feel as afraid now, his praise fueling your confidence. "Thank you," you murmur.

He grips the base of his shaft and gently rubs his tip against your clit. "Let me know when I can put it in." You take a shaky breath and swallow down your anxiety. "Okay, you can put it in." Hayden kisses your forehead, lips lingering on your skin as he slowly pushes into you. "Ohh..."

The both of you stay like this for a moment - you're registering that you've officially lost your virginity and he's relishing in the feeling of being inside a woman after years. He rests his arms on either side of your head, his pretty blue eyes staring into yours. Your hand comes up and tangles gently in his curls, your eyes searching his for any disgust or hesitation. Of course, you find none. There's a comfortable silence between the two of you before you speak up. "Hayden?" He nods. "Yeah?" You mess with his hair, lips fixed in a slight pout. "Um, you can move." He chuckles. "Oh, you're impatient, huh?"

You widen your eyes. "No, no! I'm not! I'm just telling you--" he grins. "I'm just messing with you, sweetheart. I'll start moving." He takes a breath before starting to rock his hips, slowly and steadily. "God, you feel amazing," he whispers. "feel so good around me."

Slowly but surely, his pace picks up, but he slips out of you and the both of you laugh. "Sorry," he apologizes, his face going red in embarrassment. "'s 'kay," you giggle, holding his hands, your fingers laced with his. He lets go of one hand to guide himself back in, then continues fucking you, letting out a soft exhale. "I-I just realized," he whispers, eyes widening. "I didn't put on a condom..."

The two of you stare at each other. He blinks. You blink in return. "Uh, it's okay," you reassure, trying to do so to yourself more than him. "We can buy a pill." He shakes his head. "No, they're really expensive, I'll just pull out," you nod, giving a soft hum of approval. "Okay, we'll get a pill." You concede.

Once he's close, Hayden pants, tightening his grip on your hands. "I'm gonna cum," he whispers, his breath warm against your face. "Me too, 'm close," you whisper back before biting your lip. He pulls out of you the both of you still, your orgasms coming over you both at the same time. He spills himself onto your lower tummy, and you cover your mouth to not be so loud as you cum with a low moan.

The two of you come down from your highs, and Hayden leans down, pressing soft kisses to your cheek repeatedly. "You were so good," he murmurs between kisses. "so amazing," he smiles against your skin and pulls away, looking into your eyes with a fond smile. "I hope I did just as good."

[hanasnx]

" I FANTASIZE ABOUT IT ALL THE TIME " — hayden christensen.

MINORS DNI 18+ NOTES: kinktober. WARNINGS: fem reader ノ established relationship ノ daddy kink ノ sexual content: p in v ノ unprotected sex ノ dumbification ノ breeding kink ノ pregnancy scare ノ size difference ノ marriage mentions.

YOUNG!HAYDEN CHRISTENSEN who’s specifically close to your age. He fathers you while he doesn't have that much more life experience compared to you, even indulges in some breeding kink with his little girl. Your college-age boyfriend lets you sit on his cock and call him dad while he tells you he's "gonna put a baby in you, give you your own little girl to take care of." She'll be part of daddy's twins, you'll wear matching outfits and do you hair the same. "you'd look so cute" he says "with a little mini-you following you around. Like a doll to dress up." This movie star, fresh off the Star Wars set, bought you a 40k rock after the first week of dating you, just hasn't found the right time to propose yet—he just knows he wants you to call him dad for the rest of your lives.

He fucks you raw, talks shit in your ear about how he's gonna make sure this time. You were so eager to reach back and peel the condom right off of him, let him hit it bareback. You presented your little pussy so readily, how could he not reward you with a couple loads? You plead your usual mantras, begging him for it, telling him you'll do anything he wants, you'll do anything for him. So he lets you have it, empties himself into your little hole and plugs you up. Even does it a few times to really hammer it in that thick head of yours that he's getting what he wants. Talks you through feeling that warm seed spill out of you, only to get replaced with more, makes sure you know he's fucking a baby into you.

It's all just talk. Early in the morning he gets you a Plan B to take, he knows the drill. However, the results don't pan out as expected. Your period is late, and you get nervous. "It's normal," he reassures while he strokes your hair, "We'll keep an eye on it, sweetheart, just gotta be patient." Rocking you in his lap while he holds you, tucking your head under his chin.

"I don't understand!" you cry, clutching onto his clothes at his chest. Those glossy eyes he fell for look up at him and bat long eyelashes. "We're so careful." you sniffle.

His lips press together, memories come flooding back at the night in question. Your grabby hands stretching that sticky cum-stained condom off, and him pushing his hips forward to offer it to you. The positions you got up to that night. The euphoria of feeling each other bare intoxicating you two, filling your heads as you let fantasies run away with you. A knowing look pierces your innocent act, and a petite smile tugs at the corners of your lips, as if he's transferred the dirty recollections to you. Suddenly bashful, you cover your mouth with your hand. "Oh, I suppose we weren't very..." you trail off, electing to not finish the word "safe." He leans forward to peck your forehead.

You two have a couple of long talks about the reality of the situation, him talking, you listening. You let him reassure you that he'll "still love you whatever happens, whatever you choose to do." unsaid that it's in the case that you do get pregnant. It's not what you want to happen, but it assuages the anxious feeling in your stomach to know you've got someone who won't cut and run.

A couple of negative pregnancy tests and getting your period eases your worries, too. Taking out your relief on Hayden, you throw your arms around his neck to kiss on him drunkenly. "We almost made a baby together, daddy. Isn't that crazy? You almost put a kid in me for real... we would've made such a cute kid, don't you think?" the way you're babbling makes it sound like you're... disappointed that it didn't happen—or you're hot and bothered by the fact it almost did.

"Uh-huh, princess, that's right." he humors you while you kiss his grin. A big hand strokes up and down your back. "Was scary though, huh?" In a calculated move, he subtly reinforces the fear of it, to make sure you know the consequences you two narrowly escaped. You nod while your pursed lips dig into his cheek, essentially nuzzling your face against his. He jostles you to make sure you're listening. "We'll just have to be extra careful next time. Gotta learn to keep the condom on."

[delicatereader]

No Way! (part 3) - Anakin x reader

summary: Taylor is onto something, she suspects something between you and Anakin. To prove her theory she makes you sit on Anakin's lap throughout your car ride to a halloween party (with your date)

warnings: y/n sitting on Anakin's lap, nothing much

a/n: this is a very long one. not proof read at all. I don't like this but maybe the party's a bit better. Sorry for dragging the story

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You were in your room getting ready with Taylor and Gracie all of you had pretty costumes planned out. Right now, you and Gracie were sat on top of your bed, curled up doing your makeup. Taylor was on the floor trying to find a song to play. After numerous minutes of bickering you (meaning Tay) settle on 'Heaven' by Julia Micheals.

"God Tay! not this again!" gracie shrugs

"What? it's a very good song" Taylor rolls her eyes. You laugh at them quietly, taking a brush out and patting it on some powder.

"You know you could've gone with Anakin..." she slowly speak up

"I'm sorry what?!" you yell in shock

"I mean he's not that bad!" Taylor supports him

"Yes. He is"

"I mean he's kinda mean but that's only on the outside! plus he's really hot!!" Taylor blurts out

You and Gracie turn our heads to Taylor trying to digest her confession

"What?!" Gracie speaks up

"I'm sorry! What! he's your boyfriend's best friend!" you continue

"First of all Obi is not my boyfriend! and second of all I'm stating mere facts" she fights back

"Why are calling him Obi? no one calls him that, eww" you say in disgust

"Anyway, what did you guys talk about in the kitchen then? huh?" she asks suspiciously

"I- I was just grabbing some snacks and he wanted some too" you explain even though you remember exactly what happend in detail.

Taylor hums in response with a smirk, nothing gets pasts her. "Sure sure..."

"Nothing happend! I swear!"

"Whatever, I think ita good that you're going with Harry!" Gracie says with a smile

"Thank you Grace!" you turn your head towards Tay and raise your eyebrows at her

"What! I'm team Skenobi!" she shouts

"I'm sorry what is that?" you ask digusted

"I know I just have to work on my ship name making I guess, but I think you guys are going to have some kind of thing and end up having hate sex" she spills

"I'm sorry what!? you're disgusting!" you react

"We- Well I'm team Crenobi!" Gracie mutters

"Omg!" you snap your head towards her direction

"Mines better, bitch!" Taylor argues back, sticking her tongue out like a child

"Both of you stop! I'm team me. Now get on with your own shit" you yell over the arguments, raising both hands to signal them to shut up

"We'll see..." Taylor whispers before getting to sit on the bed next to Gracie.

You roll your eyes and try on finish your makeup as Gracie and Taylor whisper to each other behind you.

You wonder what she meant by you'll see...

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After you got into your costumes, the three of you stand infront of the mirror for a final look. Taylor was dressed as a cheerleader in a awfully mini skirt. Gracie decided to go as witch, she wore a long black dress and a witch hat. You were dressed up as Mia Goth from the movie 'MaXXXine', you wore denim short overalls with nothing but a strapless black laced bra to cover you.

As you girls were taking pictures you hear Ben yell from downstairs

"Come on! we have to go!!" Even though he's the good one there's one thing he loves on the planet more than being kind, drinking and he didn't want to be late to it.

All of us run downstairs, Taylor looks up and twirls for everyone to see her costume. Ben's only reaction was a smirk. He was dressed as a cowboy. He walks up to her and raises a hand.

"Howdy ma'am! wanna go on a wonderful ride?" He says pulling her closer.

"Umm sorry who are you?" she instantly let's go of him

Even though it wasn't funny you laughed. You scan the room to see the boys' costumes, Ethan was dressed up as a knight (with an actual armor and all). Anakin was dressed as a professor, he wore a light blue shirt and tucked it in kakhi pants. He also wore the hottest (*sluttiest*) glasses you've ever seen, he was looking super hot.

As you scan his outfit, he walks over to your side looking down

"See something you like?" he mutters looking up at you with a smirk

"Ethan I love your costume!" you speak over him. He scoffs laughing at your attitude. Suddenly, you hear a knock on your door, Harry.

You quickly run to the door and open it.

"Hey!" you greet with a smile

"Hi!" he looks at you with excitement. He scans your outfit as you scan his.

"You look absolutely amazing" he says in awe

"Well so do you, your majesty" he wore the exact same outfit as Prince Eric in The Little Mermaid. He suited it very much. You could feel Anakin's stare on you and him. As you and Harry smile at each other, Taylor clears her throat loudly.

"Oh sorry! come in" you move away from the door

"Oh I brought a friend by the way! This is Eli" a tall figure walks in with a slight smile across his face. He looks like a Lana Del Rey song, he had black rugged hair and black eyes (very seductive).

"Hey" he speaks in a deep voice

"Hi" you greet back

"So you all know harry..." you turn to your group of friends awkwardly

Silence fills the room before getting interrupted by Ben

"So we have a problem..." he spills

"What?"

"Ummm we only have one car-"

"I'm sorry what? how are we gonna get there?" you ask curiously

Ethan quickly takes a head count and then thinks

"I mean there are eight people and it's a 10 minute drive, plus the car is spacious so we can all squeeze in"

"Yeah whatever, if we're not there in the next 15 minutes Stephen is going to murder us" Taylor points out

She was stating facts. Anyone except your group can't be late to his parties

Everyone gets out one by one by to get into the car. You were the last one out as you had to lock the house up. When you went to get into the car you notice the only swat left was Anakin's lap. Ben and Eli were at the front. Gracie and Ethan on the far side, Anakin on the other side and Taylor getting situated on Harry's lap in the middle.

"Sorry!" she shouts at me with a smile. Anakin didn't notice a thing, he was just staring at his hands.

"Just get in!" Ben shrugs

"Just get in..." Taylor repeats after him in a teasing way

You scoff and sit on Anakin's legs.

"Trust me I'm not happy about this either" he whispers behind your ear. You sigh in response.

As the car started moving everyone started talking.

"What do you think Stephen's gonna be dressed as?" Gracie asks

"Probably deadpool, I heard him talking about ordering a costume a few weeks ago" Ben says

"Sounds like him" Harry speaks up

"You're hurting my knees" Anakin mutters under his breath, seeing as how you were sitting at the edge of his knees. "Move back a bit"

"No" you reply

"I'm not going to bite you, unless you want to" he whispers with a smirk. You could feel his breath on your naked back, but you obey him. You shuffle down a bit.

There were a few bumps on the road making you move around a lot, you never though this would affect Ani.

"Stop moving around so much" he whines quietly making sure no one sees him

"What?"

"Stop fucking moving" he demands

You turn around to face and look down to see the bulge you caused

"Oh my god!" you giggle at him

"Shut up" he rolls his eyes as you reach Stephen's house

One by one all of you slide out of the car. Before entering Anakin leans down next to your ear

"You'll regret that" he whispers, talking about the car ride incident.

He straightens back up with a smirk on his face and walks past without even looking.

This is going to be an interesting party...

[anakinstwinklebunny]

PAIRING: hayden christensen x f!reader

FLUFF ❦

“Wait—hold on. That ain’t right.”

You glanced up from your half-finished LEGO speeder, eyebrows raising as your older boyfriend frowned down at the tiny brick in his big-ass fingers, rotating it like that’ll somehow make it fit. His lips were pursed, and there was a little crease between his eyes—the same one he gets when he’s fixing something around the farm.

Which would be adorable if he wasn’t currently about to ruin your entire Millennium Falcon build.

“Hayden.” You tried to keep your voice calm, despite the fact that you were watching him struggle to attach an engine to the cockpit. “That’s the wrong piece.”

He barely glanced up. “Nah, it fits.”

“It does not fit.”

Hayden squinted, holds the tiny piece up to the instructions, and then started pressing it in anyway. A gasp twisted from your throat, curling over your tongue. You lunged forward, practically tackling his hands. “Hayden!”

“What?” He blinked, all innocent bluish-grayish eyes, as if he didnt see his mistake. Even with the manual laying before his eyes . “I’m just—”

“You’re ruining it!” You couldn't help it, you grabbed the piece from his fingers, shoving the instructions towards him. “Look! That’s not even close to the same shape!”

He squinted again, bringing the manual closer to his eyes. After a long, painfully slow pause—he had the audacity to shrug.

“Well, looks the same to me.”

“Oh my God.” You dropped your head into your hands, a groan leaving your mouth. “You’re worse than a little kid.”

Hayden lets out a deep, raspy chuckle; his adam apple moving up and down. Setting the instructions down, he leaned back in the leather chair with that smug little smirk. “C’mon now, sweetheart,” he drawled, voice warm with amusement. “Ain’t my fault these damn things are tiny.”

“They’re LEGO, babe. That’s the point.”

He huffed at that, clearly an unimpressed look switching across his face. “They didn’t used to be this complicated.”

You stared at him, deadpan. “Didn’t you build LEGO Star Wars with Ewan back in the day?”

At that, he grinned; a big, bright, boyish smile that didnt age at all “Hell yeah, we did.” Then he sighed dramatically, shaking his head. “Simpler times.”

You rolled your eyes lovingly, exasperated but so in love with this ridiculous, ridiculous man. “Okay, old man, just—please—stop touching things before I supervise.”

He made a little tsk sound, shaking his head "I'm not so old now, sweetheart. Don't wound me so much.. and supervise?” His grin came back, all teasing with his eyes glinting. “That means you’re the boss, sweetheart?”

“Obviously.”

Hayden hummed simply, tapping his fingers against his chin, pretending to think. Then, without warning, he leaned in close, voice dropping to a rough, lazy murmur.

“Well,” he rasped, “I do like it when you boss me around.” he smirked

Your brain short-circuited. Mouth opened—closed—opened again. “I—you—stop that.” you shook your arms as if something was holding onto you

He just grinned, pressing a quick, teasing kiss to your nose. “Alright, alright,” he chuckled, leaning back, hands up in surrender. “I’ll behave.”

You narrowed your eyes. “Promise?”

Hayden’s grin softened, all warm affection, all loving side showing off to you, before he reached out, letting his thumb brush over your cheek. “Promise, darlin’.”

You sighed, melting just a little. “Okay. Good.”

A little pause. A little silence.

“So if I put this here—”

“HAYDEN!”

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[ysrjune]

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NERD!ANAKIN X POPULAR!READER [ HIGHSCHOOL ]

You shared 6th period drama with Anakin for the past four years of high school. It's an easy A, and you actually like it. Him, on the other hand, was more meh about it. He didn't mind acting things out with his classmates. It wasn't a huge deal.. until he was cast in a play as a main character

"I can't do all that in front of the billions of students that attend plays! It's embarrassing!" He complains to you on the way home. "Anakin, stop being so dramatic. It's not like you have to do it for 7 days straight." Preformances were held for 3 days. Thursday, two hours after school, Friday at 7pm, and Saturday morning.

"You'd freak out too if you had to make a fool of yourself in front of everyone." He just really didn't like his role to be honest. "Oberon, king of fairies my ass." He rolls his eyes. He liked Shakespeare's A Midsummer Night's Dream, but he wouldn't want to be apart of the play. "They're gonna make me wear a stupid wig and a stupid costume," He keeps ranting on about how he doesnt want to be in the play until you reach home. "Sweetie, you'll do just fine." You kiss his cheek and unbuckle your seatbelt. Anakin groans and throws his head back. "Whatever you say, I guess.."

The next morning, he picked you up from your house like always. "Hi!" you greet with a smile, opening the door. "Hey beautiful," he smiles back and kisses your cheek once you settle in. "I like your hair." He compliments. A cute ponytail with a bow in the back. "You always say that." "Well, cause I always like your hair." He shrugs. "I like that you dress up, making yourself look pretty."

Entering the gates at school, you're greeted by a couple of girls you have classes with. You smile and wave. A lot of people you passed by said hi, actually. You were really shy in middle school and hated it. So when you reached 9th grade, you forced yourself out of it—making friends in every class, talking to friends of friends (that became your friends), not being scared to talk to upperclassmen or people you had to work in a group with (you get the picture.)

Anakin liked to show up 30 minutes before the bell rang so that he could help you with your homework that he already knew you didn't do last night. And by helping, really, he did most of it himself. He would get frustrated when you said the wrong answer too many times, so he would give up and say: "Let me just solve it for you. We're running out of time." It was never rude, either. Yeah, it was obvious he was getting frustrated, but he was still nice about it.

The classroom you stayed in was your first period. He didn't have one, so he stayed in the classroom with you. He had your teacher last year and she really liked him and knew she could trust him, so she let him stay. He wouldn't talk much because he wanted you to focus. He would either finish his assignments from other classes, talk to you when you finished your work, help you with your work, or scroll on his phone.

Your friends would join your table, pulling in chairs to do the work with you or just to chit-chat and not do the assignment. Anakin didn't really care if you didn't focus everyday on your assignments because he was more than happy to help (do it for you) because what use would his brain be if he didn't help his gorgeous girlfriend on her assignment?

He actually joined in on the conversations at times. Giving your friends a guys perspective on situations with their boyfriends/guys they talked to. Your friends absolutely adored Anakin. He was always respectful and helpful. Not just with boys, but with their assignments. He explained perfectly, leading them to a good grade.

—

His friends were smart, but not as smart as him. Anakin likes to surround himself with people who arent idiots, not people who arent funny and dont know how to have fun—actual idiots. Anakin thinks the kids who don't actually try in class are so stupid. He doesn't like them. Kids who stayed on their phone and got mad when they were taken away, the ones who would constantly ask "Are my eyes red?!" after one hit of a pen, those who asked for answers after not even trying to pay attention, idiots.

Anakins friends are some of the funniest guys you know. You talked to them here and there before dating Anakin, but now you were actually friends with them. They weren't the guys who made racist jokes to make you laugh or the ones to do something really stupid to impress a girl. They were genuinely funny, and so was Anakin. He has a great sense of humor.

One thing you really like about Anakin is that he's not overly clingy. He doesn't need to be with you everyday and every hour of the day. Some days he'll hangout with his friends at lunch and pass by you, offering a wave and smile and then go back to talking with his friends. He doesn't always text "Wyd?" which is the BEST because sometimes you just want to be left alone so you can watch videos or tv shows.

—

For the upcoming play, you were working with tech in the back, but when his practice buddy isnt there or when the girl who played Oberons wife was absent, you took their place. He said he hated this role but the way he was putting his all into it said otherwise. He put even more effort when you were practicing with him.

When the first opening night happened, he did such a great job. Everyone enjoyed his preformance. But then again, your schools plays were always top tier, so they were always enjoyed anyway. Yes, he did great on the other two showings as well.

Drama was actually becoming his 2nd favorite class. Calculus is his first.. #NERD!

Anakin likes singing. He also has a very nice voice. He sings A LOT when he's home alone. When your drama teacher mentioned that she was planning to do a musical (West Side Story) Anakin was excited. He auditioned for the role of Tony and he BEGGED you to go for Maria. He promised that he would help you with the singing and all the lines.. and you gave in. for the sake of this thing you both got the roles of Tony and Maria. That preformance was also really loved by the crowd in the auditorium.

—

• Anakin likes to dress in jeans and a nice button-up most of the time. He always smells nice and his hair is always gelled. GREAT hygiene. A t-shirt here and there never hurt anyone. He's definitely the type to wear a puffer jacket without sleeves over a hoodie whem it gets cold.

• Another good thing about Anakin is that hes not insecure about you talking to other guys. He knows you love him. He knows you like to make friends and talk. Who cares if you're talking to a guy? You asked them for a pencil, not their hand in marriage.

• Hes such a romantic. Just because flowers, love notes/letters, hand-made gifts, buying you nice clothes, perfume and cute stuff he knows you like. He likes to spoil you. Loves to love you. You're his one and only. Not the type to have wandering eyes.

—

Taking Anakin to parties is hard. He always has an excuse. "I have homework to do," "I need to go to sleep early. I have something going on in the morning," "Im too tired," But you eventually caught on that he was just gonna stay in bed reading, playing games or actually napping. The reason he actually went this time was because he had no more excuses.

And guess what? He was having fun. He ran in to some of his friends and he messed around with them. Joking and laughing, playing games like jenga, twister and even drinking games.. woah.

"Oh my God babe," He drunkenly giggles, swinging an arm over your shoulder. "You will NOT believe what Terry just did." He continues giggling. "What did Terry do?" You ask him, smiling a little at his giggles. "Okay, get this.." He starts off but then makes eye contact with Terry from across the room. That made him forget what he was gonna say. He just started laughing like a maniac. "I'll-I'll be back!!" he says, still laughing and leaves with the group of boys.

"And I thought he was gonna be the one who would take care of your tonight." Terry's girlfriend smiles. "I've never seen him so.. giggly." She says. "Oh trust me, somehow hes still worse when its just me and him and hes not even drunk." You shake your head and take a sip of your drink.

Round 6 of Twister. Anakin has his hands and knees on the ground where hes suppsed to have them on the colors. His friends face was under him and they were shaking, almost falling because of how hard they were laughing. Anakins cheeks were flushed red and his glasses kept sliding down. Out of no where, a few football guys tackled the ones playing twister. They all play fought but decided to take it to the bouncy house outside.

Yes, a bouncy house. Whoever threw this party knows how to have fun.. even if it's a little childish. There were all these boys wrestling in the bouncy house. It was hilarious. They managed to flip it over and they were freaking out, having flashbacks to when they were kids doing this and their parents would get so mad about it.

Anakin was in there. He was screaming and yelling with his friends.. but still wrestling. It got so crazy and hot in there that they all took off their shirts. Someone yelled out "THATS SO GAY!" and at that moment, it went quiet inside there. "Aw man," "God forbid an 18 year old man to have fun," "But I have socks on!," "Im not even gonna remember this tomorrow so I dont care," All those boys were talking over eachother, discussing how this definitely isnt gay.

Then, someone else turned the bouncy house off, and it started deflating with everyone in there. All of them screamed and tripped over each other, trying to find the way out. You were SO glad you weren't in there to experience how hot and sweaty it must be.

The night was fun. A lot of dancing, guys still wresting, loud music (good music.. not the bad, boring remixes they play in clubs nowadays.) Anakin had sobered up a little by 1AM but his shirt was no where to be found. "Aw man.. my moms gonna kill me." He sighed.

He didn't remember ANYTHING that next afternoon. Yes, afternoon. He slept the whole morning. Well, not counting the times he had to wake up to throw up. "My head hurts so much.. what did you do to me?" He whines, throwing his arm over his forehead like a damsel in distress. At least he had fun last Friday night..

—

So many photos and videos were posted on peoples social medias, and Anakin was in a lot of them. He went viral on a few videos. He was SO embarrassed when he went to school and even his teachers were like "Hey kid, is this you?" and then they'd show him a video of him playing just dance YMCA.

"No.." he shook his head and went straight to his seat. He didnt talk to anyone but you and his friends that day. He acted so embarrassed around other people, even you.. but with his friends.. he was laughing about it and was down to do it again one day. He's totally going to someone graduation party to get drunk again.

ITS FUN TO STAY AT THE YYYYMCAAA

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[thesassypadawan]

Last Christmas (Sam x GFReader)

Summary: It's Christmas Eve and FINALLY your family has all gone to bed.  Letting you and the bf  have the opportunity to share a private moment together…something you both have been craving since the start of your vacation.  To be extra ‘close’ and unwrapping all kinds of ‘gifts’.

Warnings: 18+ (minors dni), because all the lovely smut.  Make-out sessh, bit of bumping n grinding, slightly subby emo boy, cold hot chocolate, corny puns, life-changing gift, possibility of being ‘whamed’, and…Sam’s chubby, pierced dick.

Notes:  Happy Holidays, lovelies!  Welcome to track three of my special holiday mix, Last Christmas! ❤️💚

(Merry Christmas, @t03soup! 🎅)

- 'Twas the night before Christmas, when all through the house…  Not a creature was stirring, not even a…  Wait, correction!  Not a creature was a stirring, except for you and your best friend, recently turned boyfriend…

- Sam was so hard, probably the hardest he’s ever been.  At least that’s what you think as you sit there ‘snuggled up’ with next to the fire, all ‘cozy’ underneath a fuzzy blanket.  Thick thighs against, straddling him.  Small hands resting on his chest, his bigger ones holding onto your waist.  Plush lips pressed to chapped ones.

- Quiet moans, the sound of needy whines fill the cinnamony scented air.  Mingling, drowned out by the Grinch’s zany antics playing out on the tv.  Which has been long forgotten, along with your now cold mugs of cocoa that sit abandoned on the end table. In lieu of your own private ‘Whobilation’.

- “Come on, babe…relax,” you coo, mutter in between kisses.  Palms gently groping, massaging his soft pectorals.  Teeth nibbling, biting lightly at his bottom lip.  Trying your best to coax Sammy to open that adorable mouth of his.  “Let me…in.”

- “What about your…mmph!”  Taking the opportunity, you slip past those two perfect poinsettia petals.  Tongues tangling, intertwining heatedly.  Chocolatey, pepperminty saliva mixing.  Forced down his throat with those cute, muffled gasps when you swirl the tip around his candy cane striped stud.

- Parting, iridescent string of spital still connecting.  He pants, huffs quietly.  Gazes at you with glassy, blue eyes.  Faint dusting of pink on his sugar plum cheeks.  “Sssh, don’t worry, they’re all asleep.”  Festive nails trace, creep up his chest…neck…jawline.  Dig slightly, leave crescent shaped imprints in his smooth skin.  As you keep his face still, from shying away.  “Just you and me, a little elf.”

- Before he can protest or question that last remark, you crash your lips together once more.  Scooting closer, pressing your ample bust and tiny tum firmly against his sinewy yet strong body.  Chubby cock twitching, trapped under those vixen panties of yours…that barely peek out from beneath the hiked hem of his ‘borrowed’, ‘not so oversized’ shirt.

- Hand ascends higher, finds and rests on the nape of his neck.  Lilith fingers lace through, tug at his raven locks.  Deepening the kiss; tongues reuniting, meshing.  Dragging him further down into a haze, a trance.  His grip on you only tightens, doesn’t loosen.  In fact, Sam’s palms migrate ever lower…

- Full hips rock, cant back and forth.  Movements sloppy, almost frantic…not your own.  Guided instead by his hands kneading, squeezing your round bottom.  His desperate moans echoing, swallowed up by your mouth.  While he teases himself, grinding and dragging your cunny across his straining erection.  Treating you like his new favorite toy.

- Breaking for air, gasping and puffing desperately.  Chest rises and falls steadily, erratically.  “Feels so good…”  Head tilts and slumps, sinking into the couch cushions.  Orbs blown wide, filled with the fire in his heart.  “So close, sweetheart…”  Maw agape, trickle of drool leaking from the corner.  Wet, snowy spot on his polar bear pj bottoms only growing larger and tackier with each pass.  Snag and pull on his matching piercing.  “Gonna…fuck…I'm gonna…”

- Then suddenly, there arose such a clatter…footsteps starting to pitter and patter on the floor above you.

- Without a second, you capture his lips one finale time.  Silencing his sweet whimpers, cries of resounding joy.  His hips bucking, rutting up weakly against you the whole time.  Only pausing and ceasing when the steps fall silent…when you feel the telltale warmth spreading and seeping completely through.

- “Fuck…fuck…”  He stammers, stutters, sputters.  Slightly pointed ears tinted red, swollen lips turned up in a jolly grin.  Despite the naughty mess splattered all inside his pants.  “Wa-Way better than las-last Christmas…”

- Giving him a more nice peck, you carefully climb off his lap.  “Yeah, because this year…”  Slowly sliding onto the carpeted floor; settling in between his now spread open, still trembling, legs.  “…you gave your heart to someone special.”

- Rubbing his thighs, his twitching bump.  “Now, do you want me to help clean you up?”  You fiddle with his flannel flap, while stealing a glance over at the end table.  At the small, thin box that sat beside your abandoned mugs.  “Or do you want to open your special gift from us…I mean, me?”

- Eyebrow cocked, Sammy follows your line of sight.  “Sure, I'll go with that…”  Reaching for the wrapped present, turning it over and over in his hands.  Weighing it, giving it a gentle shake.  Unknowingly listening to the soft rattle of something that would change his life forever, for the better.  “Probably won't wham too much as the other…right?”

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[mmeskywalker]

|| teachers pet

summary: HAYDEN CHRISTENSEN is your professor. a couple of weeks ago, he assigned you to tutor a student who had to retake his class. dylan was a sweet, attractive guy and you had no problem tutoring him. however, noticing the shift in the two of your behaviors, professor christensen began developing a problem. he wanted you to himself.

a/n: i made a janitor ai bot on this au, let me know if you’d like it love, xoxo.

warnings: possibly DDDNE, porn WITH a plot, jealousy, possession, no protection (p in v), biting, choking, age gap, cream pie.

you were a wonderful student; always writing notes, listening intently to your professors lectures, your eyes glued to his lips as the information stuck to your skin like a thick coat of glue. the same skin you wanted your professor to suck, and nip until it bruised a pretty purple.

inhaling, you watched the clock strike two. the class had ended and your peers were packing their belongings, heading toward the door, as PROFESSOR CHRISTENSEN wiped the chalkboard off. his fingers wrapped around the eraser, his arm swiftly moving across the space as he waited for you to walk up to him. earlier, he requested to speak to you in private after class. of course, you were nervous, but you replied with a simple, “whatever you want.”

with a deep inhale, professor christensen cleared his throat, the subtle sound resonating through the empty classroom, “thank you,” he said, setting down his eraser. he leaned against his desk, his eyes traveling sullenly your way, and when he finally spoke, there was a noticeable hint of vagueness in his usually direct tone. "there’s a student i’m concerned about, and i believe you would be the perfect tutor for him.” his voice lowered slightly, careful and demanding all at once.

“straight to the point,” you muttered, trying to hide your disappointment with a laugh as you sat in front of him, “so,” you blew out a breath, “who would i be tutoring, professor?”

"dylan grimes. he’s new here, started some time ago," he began, "very bright, but has trouble keeping up with the pace of the class. i thought, seeing as you were so kind..." with a sly grin, he reached for your hand, his thumb caressing your palm, "...you might help him out a bit."

you couldn’t resist the tantalizing scent of his cologne mingling with the familiar scent of chalk dust, cigarettes and paper. it made your head spin. you could rarely tell him no anyway, thereforth you found yourself accepting his offer, “i’d be delighted.”

professor christensen chuckled softly, tilting his head back slightly in appreciation of your response. he stood up straight again, crossing the few feet separating you to stand loom over your frame, his cologne becoming stronger now. placing his hands on your shoulders, he leaned closer still, his plump lips brushing against your ear as he spoke in a husky whisper, "i knew you wouldn't let me down." his warm breath grazed your sensitive ear canal, causing goosebumps to form on your neck once more.

dylan grimes was kind. he wasn’t angry that the professor wanted him to have a tutor, rather he was grateful. he was grateful that someone would give him the time of day he needed to pass, because he never experienced that at home; he always had to figure things out on by himself. you tutoring him was a blessing, and he made sure to let you know how much he appreciated you.

“thank you, really,” dylan exclaimed, closing his notes, “i don’t know where i’d be without you.”

his brown curls bounced off of his forehead, hitting his freckled skin as his glimmering green eyes peered graciously onto yours. they were shining from the glimpse of sunlight that shone through your dorm-room window, and god, you couldn’t look away. he had you captivated. “don’t mention it,” you smiled, “i’m glad i was able to give you that extra push. you’re doing great!”

it had only been a week since your professor assigned you to the task of tutoring dylan. he didn’t expect you to enjoy hanging out with each other; nor did he realize dylan was sneaking into your dorm late at night and thanking you in ways other than muttering a mere thank you. dylan was leaving flowers on your doorstep, slowly sneaking himself into your life, and even kissed your cheek from time to time. to you, it wasn’t a big deal. he was cute. you’re fine with getting that form of attention from a cute guy. but to professor christensen… he watched as dylan would smile at you throughout class, it made his blood boil. he hated the way dylan looked at you, the way he deemed only he could look at you.

stopping his lecture, he’d tap his ruler on his desk, “i hope you’re paying attention to this next part class,” your professor wouldn’t outright say dylan’s name when he pulled this stunt, rather he stared at him, hoping he’d stop undressing you with his eyes.

though, you weren’t paying much attention to your beloved professor, your eyes were glued to your phone screen, giggling down at the admiring texts dylan sent you throughout class.

“you’re so beautiful,” one said.

another one rolled in, “you’re intelligent, funny, and god… you coming into my life is something i thank the lord for every night.”

his words were sweet. however, the harmful gaze professor christensen had was not. he knew something was going on between you and dylan, and he’d be lying to say that it didn’t bother him.

he wanted you to himself; he wanted all of you to himself.

so… he called you to meet him after class.

now it was time. professor christensen gave you a faint smile before standing up, straightening out his suit jacket. "ah, take a seat.” he cooed.

he wasn’t ashamed to light cigarettes in the classroom, and right now, he needed to release some stress before he found himself losing his temper. “i wanted to talk to you about the project i assigned a couple of weeks ago," he mused. he carefully took a seat on his rolley chair, which moved back from his desk slightly, "i noticed… things have gotten quite… intimate between you and dylan during your tutoring sessions." he took a slow drag of his cigarette, blowing out a ring of smoke before exhaling.

raising your brows, you asked, “what do you mean?” as if you were confused. however, you knew exactly what he was implying. only, you didn’t expect him to confront you so meanlessly in a classroom setting. actually, scratch that. you never expected him to confront you on a matter you didn’t even believe concerned him in the first place. yet, the confrontation sent a chill down your spine, involuntarily causing you to cross your legs.

“am i wrong?" his brows furrowed slightly, displaying worry and slight disapproval. you shook your head, and he sighed. he knew that he's been overbearing lately, but he couldn't help himself. he needed you all to himself. the thought of you making love to someone other than him… he couldn’t fathom it. he’s imagined the sensation of your thighs wrapped around his waist, your arms tied around his neck, and the sweet taste of your pussy being savored on his tongue. it drove him insane. you drove him insane.

"don't pretend as if you don’t know what I’m talking about, sweet girl," professor christensen said, shaking his head lightly with a playful sigh. he stepped around his desk. despite being in his mid-forties, his muscular build was perfectly accentuated in his fitted black turtleneck, exposing the strong muscles of his arms underneath the sleeves he had rolled up to his elbows.

his dirty blonde hair fell messily over his brow, casting enticing shadows on the intense blue eyes that peered deeply into yours. "i know you've spent far too much time on your so-called 'tutoring sessions'. care to explain?" he leaned in closer, heat radiating off of him like a warm furnace against the cool classroom air.

you leaned back into your chair, looking at him through thick, heavy eyes, “i don’t have anything to explain. you wanted me to tutor him, didn’t you?”

following that, you swallowed thickly. you realized what was happening, and the way he was looking at you proved it. he was jealous. his gaze was practically burning through your skull. you crossed your legs tighter, squeezing them together as you tilted your head to the side innocently, “are you upset? because you shouldn’t be. his grades are going up, just as you wanted.”

to that, he raised an eyebrow, a small smirk playing at the corner of his lips. "i did initially," he admitted grudgingly. "but things have gotten... too personal." he stepped forward, stopping mere centimeters away from you, reaching his hand out to cup your chin delicately, lifting it so that your eyes locked. "i like having you all to myself, darling." his warm breath was caressing your neck, his finger trailing down the base of your throat before his palm wrapped around your neck, "i like the way you moan when you touch yourself, i know how you’d squirm and arch into my touch,” slowly, he squeezed your neck, sending shockwaves of desire and fear coursing through your body. "i don't want anyone else claiming those sounds as their own."

you couldn’t respond, you could hardly breathe, but you weren’t making an attempt to stop him. the base of his thumb was massaging the side of your neck as he bit your sensitive skin, causing you to choke out a quiet whimper.

"see, i don’t give a flying fuck about dylan's grades, my love," he growled softly, placing his cigarette in the ashtray, “all i care about is you, and having all of you to myself.” standing straight again, he let go, this time towering over you. "the problem,” he continued softly, “the problem is you... you and your tempting body that has been teasing mine to its breaking point,” he spat, “no. the problem is dylan finding that same intensity and desire within you… i despise the thought of a specimen so low touching you in ways only i’m allowed to explore.”

“i’m selfish.” he sounded desperate, his palms caressing down your cheeks, “i want you all to myself. i want your heart, your body, and your mind. i want all of you.”

leaning forward, his breath brushed against your neck again. almost as if he couldn’t get enough of you. his plump lips dragged against the red marks from his previous aggression, lightly kissing the sensitive skin as his hand moved downward to cup your denim-clad ass, "i don’t want to share you with that young man," he growled, before grabbing ahold of your wrists.

he pulled you closer until your chest was pressed against his broad one. his cock responded instantly to your nearness, hardening painfully in his pants, and he let out a low groan. "i don’t want to see you with him anymore," he bit almost dangerously, his voice husky with desire.

“professor.” your voice fell flat as turned you around and backed you into a wall.

releasing your wrist slowly, he whispered, "dear, sweet girl," he exhaled heavily, his chest expanding and contracting. "i see it in your pretty eyes. don’t deny me of this." his knee was pressed between your legs, his cock pressing harder against your crotch, making it obvious just how much his desire for you was burning.

"don’t treat me like some weak-minded scholar that needs to indulge in the company of other students," he whispered, his breath ghosting softly against your ear. "i know you, my love. i know you crave more, deep within your soul." his hands moved down, gripping your hips firmly. he pushed you back against the cool stone wall of the classroom, his erection now pressed firmly against your stomach, pulsating through the fabric of his pants.

his voice grew huskier, each syllable washing over you in an unrelenting wave. "i crave you as much as you crave me, sweetheart, more than my next breath. you make me insane, you make my dreams obsessed with tasting you, taking you, owning you. i won’t let you see him anymore, not if I have anything to say about it."

reaching for your button fly, he yanked it open with rough agitation before tearing at the zipper in one swift motion. "tell me you want this, tell me you want me, tell me so i know i can continue.”

with shaking fingers, you pulled down the zipper of his trousers, freeing his impressive length from its confining prison. he groaned deeply, his warm breath fanning over your cheek, as he palmed your ass, squeezing it firmly.

"finally yours," he growled, as if claiming you for his own, before his hips rocked forward, his throbbing cockhead pressing against your wetness.

"fuck..." you managed to whisper, your voice cracking slightly. "of course i want you."

that was all he needed to hear. without warning, he slammed into you, claiming you with brutal force yet with immense pleasure. his dick throbbed inside of you, stretching you slowly, making you gasp and arch your back into him as he picked up a steady rhythm. his free hand gripped your hair, holding you in place while he took what he believed he owed.

"my pet," he groaned, his own raspy breath matching yours in a yearning rhythm, his lips attacking your neck, “my everything.”

"you belong to me," he proclaimed, as he thrusted into you relentlessly, pounding into you like he was making you his. your hips met his each time he thrust, aiding the process of taking you over completely. his other hand found its way to your breast, his thumb grazing over your nipple, as if begging it to harden under his touch. "and yet, you’ve never claimed me as yours, darling. it's about time you did." he growled, thrashing into you harder. you could feel every inch of him, and you covered your mouth to stifle a whimper.

"i dare you, little one," he urged, pumping into you with more ferocity. a sly look crossed his face, making his beautiful blue eyes darken as he continued to thrust. his hands never stopping their exploration on your body.

"say it, say you're mine," he growled, his hips driving into you, grinding you against the cold wall. "i won't stop until you admit to it, until i see the fire in your eyes that only I can ignite.” you struggled slightly, only to be yanked back by his desperate hands, his thumb digging into your nipple.

"say you're mine, all mine," he whispered, his breaths coming harder, his hips driving into you more frantically.

"all yours,” you whimpered, your voice breaking with each thrust. despite moments of discomfort, there was an undeniable thrill coursing through your veins, a mix of desire and submission. your body was wrapped around his like a glove, and you found yourself worshiping him, craving his touch.

that’s all he needed to pick up the pace, his thrusts getting faster and stronger.

he leaned forward, his lips met your ear as he mumbled, "don’t forget it, sweetheart." his breathing quickened, and the intensity of his thrusts grew as if he was trying to mark you as his. the room grew hazy, the dimming lights and the sound of our bodies colliding echoing in the empty classroom. "you are mine," he insisted, "no one else deserves to touch you, no one else deserves to have you."

as he rammed into you, you could feel the approaching climax, the build up of pleasure stabbing at every nerve. "that's it, sweetheart. feel it!" he roared, his voice graveled with lust. you clung to him, your nails marking his back as you sucked him in. as he thrust harder, you cried out, the climax building up within you like a tidal wave. with your body quivering and pulsating, each thrust felt like a stab at your core, an explosion of pleasure and desire.

you clung to him, riding the wave of ecstasy as his thrusts grew more frenzied. he moaned into your ear, his teeth grazing your skin, bathing you in his passion.

"yes, yes..." he urged, panting heavily as he thrust, his dick swelling with each thrust. "come for me, my love. let go... let me have you..."

finally, the climax hit you like a truck, engulfing your entire body in waves upon waves of pleasure. you collapsed into him, your breaths heavy as you panted against his neck, clinging to the last remnants of the intense pleasure.

"you're beautiful. that was perfect, just fucking perfect,” he groaned against your ear, his hips flexing, plunging into you one last time before he let go, shuddering and gasping. “f-fuck,” he whimpered. his whole world crashed onto you as he filled you to the brim with his seed, the warmth of his release pulsating within you.

he tugged at his pants, gathering himself before he slowly pulled out of you, his chest heaving. "god, that was... you’re so wonderful, everything i imagined," he whispered, his breath hittingched with each movement. you nodded, your eyes still clouded with pleasure, your body still quivering from the force of the intensity.

sitting down, keeping one arm around you, he pulled you close, kissing the top of your head. "i still want nothing else but you, fresh out from a lecture and through each lesson." he murmured, a smirk playing on his lips, "and no one else."

"you will never see him again," he added, his voice firm, "i could never allow that." you just nodded, nuzzling against him as the afterglow of the encounter enveloped both of you.

"what do you think, my love?" he asked, biting his bottom lip, his eyes darkening "can you keep a secret?" you looked at him, nodding slowly. "i’ll keep our little secret,” you whispered, kissing his neck gently.

[moonserratt]

I need you all to make a HAYDEN CHRISTENSEN x reader, i need to fantasize about that old men please

[petersnya]

ok this is gonna be a really blunt and kinda crazy ask but i’m ovulating and i need anakin content 😭 we need the details on what he’s got going on down there. I’m talking length, width, girth, tip shape and color, do the curtains match the drapes, idfk like how does his cum taste?? anyways have a great day/night your work is what keeps me sane sometimes ngl

Nah we the same fr cause I think about this all the timeeee

Anakin def a pretty average length (I think that’s 5 in idk) but maybe like an inch or two longer so it’s 7 maybe 8 in and for some reason my brain is saying that it curves (to the left or right I’m not sure but it for sure has a nice curve). I think it’s not insanely girthy but the girth it does have make his cock fit like a glove in you. He has to use a little force to get it in but once it’s in it just slides through and you can feel it everywhere.

Okay okay, so for tip color I feel like it’s a normal shade a pink (look up “rose shade pink” to be specific) that’s not too distinguishable from others but when he’s hard OMG I just know it turns a a deeper shade of pink (look up “rouge shade pink” but it’s a little lighter than that). I have the urge to get my nails painted this colors… anyways… also yes I think the curtains match to drapes but just a tad bit darker than his natural hair colors which is like a really dirty blonde/brunette.

Anis cum is for sure warm when it touches any part of you (especially tongue). It taste salty but oddly sweet. I feel like he knows as much as you and him do stuff he needs to keep a healthy diet to makes sure it taste just as good as it feels for you— so he eats right and drinks rights just for his little girl.

[starryevermore]

begging for you to take my hand ✧ leo campo

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request: leo campo requests?? did i read that right because yes please!! if you’d like to write something angsty with reader being in love with Leo but Leo loves Nikki? it can or cannot have a happy ending, whichever you feel like (although i am a sucker for happy endings hehe) but yeah and it can be anything you like 

honestly anything with Leo you wish to write would be a great read 💙 thank you and no pressure, only if you’d like to  - @sunshine-on-my-mind

pairing: leo campo x fem!reader 

summary: you loved leo all your life, but he never spared you a second glance. when he finally starts to notice you, his attention is taken just as quickly. you’re ready to forget anything ever happened, but he can’t let you go. 

word count: 5,717

warnings?: angst with a happy ending, pining, unrequited love (or so you think), insecurities, miscommunication, misunderstanding, love confession, ending is a little rushed, not proofread

Leo Campo was an easy man to love. What was hard, was not being the only person vying for his attention. And for most of your life, the person who won his attention was none other than Nikki Angioli. You understood, of course. Nikki was everything you weren’t. Beautiful, charismatic, smart as a whip. It was easy for Leo to love her.Whenever you were with Leo and Nikki, it felt like you were a third wheel. After all, they were practically born to be best friends. Their parents worked together, they got to see each other pretty much every hour of every day. Meanwhile, you were just someone they sort of…Well, not tolerated. It was more than that. You were sure they considered you to be a friend. But you were never someone they really sought out. You were there, and therefore you were their friend. 

It’s just…it’s hard to be part of a trio. No matter how easy Percy, Annabeth, and Grover made it look, it was fucking hard. There was always, always, always someone left out. And that someone was almost always, probably 99.9999% of the time…You. You weren’t sure that Leo and Nikki meant to leave you out, but it always tended to happy. Perhaps it was because their families worked together for so long, perhaps it was because they were practically branded as besties ever since their mothers got pregnant, perhaps it was because they were twin flames or some cheesy shit like that. Whatever it was, you knew that you could easily fall to the wayside and neither of them would probably notice. 

In a lot of ways, they didn’t. 

It felt like every time something incredible happened to you, something awful would happen to either Leo or Nikki and all of the attention would be focused on making sure they were okay. If, Heaven forbid, something horrible happened to you, something would great happen to them and how dare you bring down the mood by talking about your struggles. Which—don’t get you wrong—it was absolutely valid to lend Leo and Nikki a shoulder to cry on or celebrate with them. It’s just, they so rarely kept the same energy for you.  

The friendship fell apart quite easily. Between the rivalry between their fathers that forced Leo and Nikki apart and you taking on more responsibility at the bakery when your mother died, everyone drifted apart. You were still friendly when you saw them at school or around the neighborhood, and so were they, but it was different. It wasn’t the same, and you weren’t sure it ever would be. As you all got older, the distance grew even greater. Leo took on jobs at both his father’s pizza shop and at Luigi’s. Nikki moved to London to go to cooking school. And you…You stayed where you had been for years, working at your mother’s bakery, hoping that one day you might catch Leo’s eye. 

Then, one day, it felt like the stars had aligned and all your wishes had come true. 

You were about to close up the bakery for the night when the jingle of the bell above the door alerted you to the last minute customer. You barely looked up from your sweeping, shouting out, “We’re closed! Come back tomorrow!”

“Ah, you’re really gonna turn your best friend away?”

The broom nearly fell from your hands. You tightened your grip on it as you looked up to see the beautiful blue eyes you always dreamed of. (God, this was pathetic, even for a hopeless romantic.) You swallowed hard. “Would you keep Luigi’s open longer just for one customer?”

“If it was for a pretty girl, I might.”

Was that supposed to be directed at you? Was he calling you a pretty girl? Or was Leo just being quippy? Fuck. Just being around the man made you an anxious teenager all over again. 

You huffed out a laugh and shook your head. You tried to not make it obvious the effect he had on you, but you weren’t entirely sure you were successful. “I suppose you’re pretty enough. What’dya need?”

“Ma’s birthday is coming up. I was hoping I could order a cake for her?” Leo asked, leaning against the glass case. “She always loved your cakes.”

You propped the broom against the wall and grabbed your order sheet and a pen. “Sure thing. Anything specific?”

Leo shrugged. “Nah, she’ll lover anything you make her. You can have total creative control.”

You smiled a little, jotting down a few ideas on the paper. “And when do you need this by?”

Leo was quiet. Which scared you, because Leo is never quiet. When you glanced up at him, he had a pink tint on his cheeks and he was trying to avoid your gaze. 

“Leo…When do you need the cake by?” you repeated.

“Tomorrow? Morning?”

You gasped. Without thinking, you threw your pen at him. Your aim was terrible, so it soared straight passed his head became hitting the ground. But Leo flinched nonetheless, throwing his arms up to shield himself from anything else you might throw at him. “You’re a terrible son!” you said. 

“I know! I know!” Leo slowly lowered his arms, trying to gauge if you were going to throw anything again. “I just got busy, ya know? Between Pa’s restaurant, and bartending, and coaching the kids’ soccer team, I lost track of time!”

“It took you all of five seconds to place the order! How hard would it have been to just call? Hell, you could’ve submitted an order on my fucking website!”

“I know!” Leo fully lowered his arms, pouting at you. “I just didn’t know if you wanted to hear from me.”

You were caught between wanting to yell at him more—because what did that mean? he was the one who stopped talking to you!—and wanting to melt into a puddle of goo. Instead, you found the happy medium of letting out a sigh. You said, “Leo, you know I always love hearing from you.”

Leo perked up a little. “So you’ll make the cake?”

“Only because it’s for your ma,” you said. “And you’ll be charged a rush fee.”

“Deal!”

“And you get your pretty ass in the back and help me make it, so I can actually get home at a half decent time.”

A smirk crossed Leo’s face. He leaned back over the case. “You think my ass is pretty?”

Fuck, you hadn’t meant to say that. Fuck, fuck, fuckity fuck. How do you recover from this?

“You, me, and the rest of Little Italy,” you said. A joke, it was. At least that got a chuckle from Leo. As he walked over to the other side of the case, you added, “And if you ever think about making an order the night before you need something, I have no qualms with kicking your ass.”

“Ah, but then my ass wouldn’t be pretty no more, would it? And what a shame that would be.”

“So conceited,” you said. But as he passed you to walk into the kitchen, you couldn’t help yourself from swatting at his ass. Leo yelped, his hands flying to his ass. He turned, looked at you scandalized. “Dunno, still looks pretty to me.”

“You’re awful.”

“Yeah, but you love me.”

Leo stares at you for a long moment. You almost begin to wonder if you took things too far. You’d hardly said more than “hi” and “can I get an amaretto sour?” over the last few years. Was this crossing a line? But finally, he offers you a soft smile. “Yeah. Yeah, I do.”

“Thank you so much, again,” Leo said the next morning when he came to pick up the cake. “I owe you big time.”

You shake your head as you ring him up at the cash register. “It’s for your Ma. I’d do anything for her after all the shit we put her through when we were kids.”

“True, but you really didn’t—” Leo frowned as he looked at the total. “Hey, where’s that huge rush fee you were telling me you were going to charge me?”

You raised a brow. “Are you really complaining about paying less?”

“When I made you stay after work for hours? Hell yeah I am. Charge me like anyone else!” Leo argued. 

“Not gonna happen. I already made you pay by forcing you to help me and listen to my Taylor Swift playlist the entire time.”

“Hey, I loved the Taylor Swift playlist! Now, you charge me whatever exorbitant fee you can think of right now!”

“No, no way. Consider it a gift to a friend. Or better yet, use the money you saved from not paying the fee to get your Ma a gift from me. I saw her eyeing a bottle of wine the other day. I could point the bottle out to you—”

Leo leaned over the glass case, narrowing his eyes at you. “Fine. I’ll let you waive the fee and buy Ma some wine. But only if you agree to let me treat you to dinner tomorrow night.”

You laughed, shaking your head. “That sounds like a threat.”

“Consider it one,” he said. His face softens a little as he adds, “And maybe consider it an apology? For me being a shitty friend?”

You reached across the counter and patted Leo’s cheek. “For you? Of course.”

A grin stretched across the face. “Great. Come over to my place tomorrow around five?”

“It’s a date.”

Leo’s eyes twinkled as he confirmed, “It’s a date.”

He picked up the cake and left the store, but before shooting you a goofy smile and waved. You laughed, waving back. You were so engrossed with watching him jog across the street to his father’s restaurant that you didn’t notice Gabbie, your best cake decorator, sneak up beside you. 

“A date, huh?” she echoed.

You jumped. How did you not see her before? Had you been that lost in Leo’s pretty blue eyes? Trying to play it nonchalant, you shrugged. “I don’t think he meant it that way.”

She raised a brow. “Are we talking about the same man? Because, lemme tell you, I don’t think he’s ever looked that mesmerized with a girl before.”

Gabbie never saw him with Nikki, you wanted to say. But, instead, you said, “He just feels bad because I didn’t make him pay the rush fee after he ordered a cake last night. He just feels like he owes a debt. Italian men and their pride, ya know?”

“That wasn’t pride and you know it, girlie. Look, if you wanna delude yourself, fine. But I’m telling you, there’s something there.”

What Gabbie didn’t know about you was, you were the queen of delusion. You spend practically your entire childhood deluding yourself with the idea that one day Leo would see you for the woman you are, to realize that you were his soulmate. And you got your heart broke in the long run because of it. You weren’t about to let yourself get hurt again. Leo was not going to break your heart. You wouldn’t let him. 

“We’re just friends. That’s all.”

Gabbie eyed you, trying to see if there would be a crack in your resolve. “Whatever you say.”

When you came in to open the bakery the next day, you knew something was wrong. Mostly because Gabbie was standing at the door, waiting for you, with her arms crossed and a nasty look on her face. As you unlocked the door, you eyed her, trying to figure what was the source of her frustration. But all she did was turn her glare to the pizza shops across the street. And, well…Whatever that was about wasn’t good. 

You were caught between addressing the issue and waiting for her to finally say what was on her mind. You leaned toward waiting, so you began running through all of the opening tasks. Gabbie would open up soon enough. She just liked to stew in her anger before she vented. So, waiting was the best option. If you pushed, she would only get more annoyed. 

Finally, she asked, “You wanna know what I heard from Bella?”

You looked in her direction as you wipe down the counter. “Probably some rumor that could swing either way in its truthfulness.”

Gabbie huffed. “Don’t make jokes right now. This is serious!”

A frown settled on your face as you gave her your full attention. “What’d she tell you?”

“Nikki’s back in town,” Gabbie said as she placed a tray of cookies in the case. 

“Oh?”

You wanted to read into it. You really, really did. But you forced yourself to stamp down your assumptions, your worries. That part of you was probably being irrational, anyways. All Gabbie said was that Nikki was back and that could mean anything—

“Rumor has it she and Leo went back to his apartment last night,” she continued. She leaned in, her eyebrows raised. “After getting drunk together and playing soccer in the rain.” Her face screwed up like she was sucking on a Lemonhead. “Isn’t that romantic?”

It felt like your heart dropped to your stomach. Of course. Of course he would take her back to his place. Why wouldn’t he? They were practically destined to be together. And with the family rivalry? It was a star-crossed lovers situation if you’d ever seen one. 

You swallowed your hurt. “So romantic.”

“So romantic I could kill him, you know,” Gabbie said. 

You squeezed your eyes shut, trying to ignore the pain in your chest. “Don’t. I’m sure it wasn’t what it…I’m sure he…Fuck, I don’t know. But don’t kill him, okay? Not until I get a chance to talk to him.”

“He doesn’t get to make you feel like he’s finally seen you for the incredible woman you are and then welcome her into his bed the second she rolls into town!” Gabbie argued. 

“He just said he was making me dinner to make off a debt. And I really don’t think he meant anything when I said it’s a date. Really, it would be my fault for reading into it—”

“I’m going over there right now to give a piece of my mind—”

You grabbed Gabbie by the elbow, stopping her on her warpath. “Don’t. Please.”

She huffed, rolling her eyes. Gabbie looked through the window at the restaurants across the street. If looks could kill, she would probably have exploded those buildings. “You’re too good for him, you know.”

But not good enough, you wanted to say. 

The entire day, the questions of what could be happening between Leo and Nikki ate at you. Was there something between them? Were they finally acting on the tension that existed between them for all those years? Had you let your hopes get too high when Leo promised your dinner? If you went to his apartment, would you be left with only pain and heartache? 

Though Gabbie was harboring all of your anger for you, she did her best to try to distract you. To not let your mind wander too far. But it was all for naught. Because, when you left the bakery, all you wanted to do was run home and forget all of this happened. If you ignored this, if you pretended you forgot, you could avoid all of the hurt. You wouldn’t be giving Leo the power to break your heart. And, in some ways, running away made you weak, but at least it would keep you whole. 

Nothing could have prepared you to see Nikki standing out when you reached Leo’s apartment. Had Leo forgotten that he had made plans with you? Were you that replaceable? You took a deep breath, trying in vain to steady your nerves, and walked up, hitting the buzzer for Leo’s apartment. 

Nikki looked at you, her brows furrowed together. She almost looked like she had something snarky she wanted to say before she realized who you were. “Oh my god! I haven’t seen you in ages!”

“That’s what happens you put an ocean between us,” you teased. You hoped you sounded lighthearted. You hoped bitterness didn’t creep into your voice. 

If it did, Nikki didn’t give any indication. She held a hand up in defense. “Hey, you got me there. What’re you doing here?”

You nod at the door. “Leo promised to make me dinner.”

Nikki’s face drops. “Oh, shit. Are you two—”

“He just owed me, is all,” you are quick to add. “He ordered a cake for his Ma after I already closed for the day, and he needed it the next morning. I wouldn’t charge him the rush fee, so he insisted he make me dinner as a repayment.”

“Italian men and their pride,” she laughed. She glanced up at Leo’s apartment. “So, is he…?”

“Seeing anyone? Nah, he loves the single life too much for that,” you said. “What about you? What’re you doing here?”

Nikki raised the soccer ball she had had tucked under her arm. “I just came to see if he wanted to play a game or two. We tried last night, but it was pouring the rain and we were drunk, so not really a fair competition. Gotta see if I can still kick his ass or not, ya know?”

You laughed. “I’m sure you could. His pride gets to him, so he’s still easy to knock down a peg or two.”

“Right?” Nikki’s face dropped. “Oh, shit. I can go? Because you already have plans with him and all—”

Before you could say anything, the door swung open. Yours and Nikki’s head snapped to look at him. Leo looked between the two of you, as if this perhaps was his worst nightmare. His gaze settled on Nikki first. “Hey!”

Nikki smiled. God, she had a beautiful smile. You could see why Leo always had a thing for her. “Hey! I just came to see if you wanted to play a few rounds?”

Leo smiled, too. A part of you wished he would smile at you like that. But that was just the schoolgirl crush talking. It was never something that could actually happen. Not when his heart still sang for Nikki, even after all these years. “Yeah, I’d love to. Let me go get my shoes—” He paused, his head snapping toward you. “Wait. Actually, I already—”

“We can have dinner another time,” you said, already turning to walk away. “Not every day your best friend comes back to town, right? You can just, like, stop by the bakery when you get a chance and we’ll figure it out, yeah?”

“Wait—”

“It’s no big deal, really—” You began to walk away, waving goodbye. “Nikki, make sure you get him some ice packs, yeah? For when you bruise his ego?”

Nikki let out a laugh, waving back at you. “Will do.”

You nearly made your escape when you heard Leo mutter something to Nikki. Your heart stuttered in your chest as you heard him chase after you. Though you wanted to turn, to see if he was choosing you, you kept going. You weren’t going to let him break your heart. But damn him. Damn him and his long legs and his long stride. 

Leo quickly overtook you, stopping in front of you, his hands held out in front of him like he was taming a velociraptor in Jurassic World. “Woah, woah. Stop, hey.”

You looked back at Nikki, who was staring at the two of you. “Go, Leo. I’m fine.”

“No, I promised you—”

“It’s Nikki, Leo. You could never say no to her before. I wouldn’t expect you to say no to her now.”

Leo’s brows furrowed together. He almost looked confused. But, how could he be? Was he really so oblivious to how he preferred Nikki over you for all those years? Did he forget in the few minutes that had passed that he was ready to ditch dinner with you to play soccer with her? Did he think you hadn’t noticed all of that? “What’s that supposed to mean?”

“It’s obvious you’re into her. I’m not going to get between that.”

“There’s nothing going on between Nikki and I.”

You raised a brow. Seriously? Was he really going to route? Latching onto a technicality—that they weren’t really together? “But you want there to be. I mean, you have been head over heels for her since we were kids.”

“That’s not true!” Leo almost sounded desperate, like he couldn’t believe you were saying all of this. Was he this in denial about his feelings?

You fought the urge to roll your eyes. “Yeah? Then how come for years you chose to be with her over me? At every field trip, you wanted to be her buddy. For every group project, you chose her. How many times did you two run off without me? Leo, you didn’t even show up after my mother’s funeral because you spent the week helping Nikki look for her lost cat—”

“That’s not fair—”

“Whenever that stupid feud between your families started and you two couldn’t be friends anymore, you stopped hanging out with me. I wasn’t even fucking surprised by it, you know? And that maybe hurt more than you not being my friend anymore. Because you always meant more to me than I did to you. You haven’t spoken to me in years, and you only did because you needed something for your Ma. I’m not your first pick, and that’s okay. But what isn’t okay is you trying to rewrite history when you don’t like being confronted with the reality.”

Leo said your name softly. He reached for you, but you took a step back. You wouldn’t let him do this. You wouldn’t let him hurt you. 

You took a breath. “Go, have fun with Nikki. Forget you even promised me dinner, okay? Consider your debt forgiven.”

Leo tried to reach for you again, but you stepped around him. He turned to look at you, but you wouldn’t meet his gaze. “You mean more to me than you think.”

“But not more than her.” You took another breath. You could feel the tears pricking at your eyes. It took everything in you to not cry. Because you wouldn’t. You couldn’t. Not in front of him. “Let’s just go back to the way things used to be, yeah?”

“I don’t want to—”

“But I do. I won’t play second fiddle anymore. I won’t let myself be hurt anymore.”

“I never meant to hurt you.”

“And that might be the worst part.” 

You walked away, pieces of your heart leaving a path between you and him. If this was a movie, if this was a silly little romance novel, Leo might have been standing there, trying to collect the pieces so he might put your heart back together again. But, when you were turning a corner, you spared a glance back at him.

He was walking with Nikki, an arm around her shoulders. 

The one thing about Leo was, he listened. So when you told him you wanted things to go back to the way they used to be, you knew he would abide by that wish. And he did. The most you ever saw of Leo was when you glanced out the bakery window and happened to catch him coming in or leaving his father’s restaurant, or when you ordered something at Luigi’s whenever Gabbie managed to drag you out. And when you did see him, you would never meet his gaze. You didn’t want to be faced with his hurt, or, worse, his indifference. It was better that you forgot the brief glimmer of hope that Leo liked you in the same way you liked him. 

Gabbie would tell you that he was always looking your way, but you felt like she was only trying to make you feel better. Why would Leo bother himself with you? He finally had everything he could have wanted. It didn’t matter that you were not a part of his life, because it had never mattered that you were not a part of his life. If it had mattered, then how could Leo have spent all these years not paying you any mind? Little Italy was little. For Leo to avoid you, he would have had to gone out of his way to do so. 

Sometimes, though, when you were in your apartment, you’d look out the window and imagine that Leo was out there, about to confess his love for you like this was one of those cheesy rom coms you held so dearly. He was never there.

If you were honest with yourself, you were a little surprised at how much it hurt. You had been no stranger to Leo’s absence before. So why did it feel like he had ripped out your heart and stomped it? (Damn him. Damn him for giving you a glimmer of hope.)

“Eat.”

Gabbie dropped a plate in front of you on the coffee table. You eyed the slice of pizza, your nose wrinkling. As you pushed the plate away, you grumbled, “Seriously? You break into my home and put pizza in front of you?”

“It’s from across town. Not even a pizzeria in Little Italy. It’s, like, the ultimate form of rebellion.” Gabbie sat next to your curled up body on the couch and reached out to rub your back. “You need to eat something besides the scraps at the bakery. I mean, it’s not even something healthy, so you can be in your eat-junk-and-cry spiral.”

“I would rather just be sad.”

“You can be sad and eat.”

“And I haven’t been crying.”

Gabbie raised a brow. She didn’t look like she believed you. You could hardly blame her. Ever since that day, you had been elbows deep in a shame spiral, trying to forget the hope you felt that Leo might, just finally might, like you the way you always liked him. 

“I haven’t. Really, Gabs. I just…want to watch sad movies and pretend that he never showed up at the bakery.”

“You can’t even say his name, you can admit that you’re hurt—”

Gabbie was silenced at a loud knock at your door. She looked at you, her brows furrowed together. But you had no idea who it was either. You hadn’t ordered anything on lately, you hadn’t ordered takeout, and you certainly hadn’t invited anyone over. Gabbie was only here because she had a key to your apartment. 

Who else could it be?

“Do you want me—?”

You shook your head, pushing yourself up. No, you had to see this. You had to see who had the audacity to show up. You wrapped your blanket around your shoulders a little more securely and  padded over to the door. As you took a deep breath, trying to prepare yourself, when another series of knocks rapped at your door. You reached for the knob, turning it slowly, and pulled the door open. 

What stood on the other side made you want to slam the door shut again. And he seemed to know you had that very thought. 

Leo reached out, sticking his hand out, stopping the door from shutting. “Please.”

Your lip quivered. Fuck. You had been holding it together so well before. But now that he was here, standing in front of you, all of those emotions you were trying your damned hardest to ignore, were rising straight to the surface. But you couldn’t cry. Not in front of him. Not now. 

“I thought I told you to leave me alone.”

Leo stepped closer to you, stepping into the threshold of your apartment. Part of you wanted to push him out, kick and scream, tell him that he didn’t have the right to force himself into your life, to pick you up and act like your friend when it was convenient to him. That you were a person, and you didn’t deserve to be treated like that. But another part of you, the part that still hoped for good things, wanted to pretend this was your rom com moment where the guy makes a grand love confession that sparks the happily ever after. 

“You did. And I tried, I really did. But I missed you.” He tried to reach out for you, but you jumped out of the way. “I never wanted to hurt you. I know that doesn’t make this any better, but I’m willing to spend the rest of my life trying to get this right.”

You squeezed your eyes shut when you felt the tears start to prick. “You’re just saying this because you feel bad. You don’t…Look, just go be with Nikki. Don’t feel like you have to grovel or whatever for me. I’m fine. I’m a big girl.”

When you opened your eyes again, Leo looked like he might cry himself. But…That didn’t make anything. Why would he get emotional over this? He was the one breaking your heart? “Nikki isn’t the one I want. I-I don’t know that she ever was.”

A frown settled on your face. That…No, that didn’t make any sense. Nikki had always been the one he gravitated towards. Nikki was the one he always chose. You were just there. “I don’t understand.”

Leo took a step closer to you. This time, you didn’t move away. Not when he stood so close that you could feel his breath fan across your face. Not when he cradled your face in his hands. Not when his thumbs brushed away the tears that managed to fall. “I’m in love with you. I always have been.”

“B-But Nikki—“

“What about her?” Leo took a breath, his eyes fluttering shut. “I thought, once, that she was who I wanted. But, I realized that I was lying to myself. Trying to trick myself into thinking I liked her because I thought she was someone I could be with. I, I never thought I was good enough for you. You’re a fucking angel, and all I’ve ever been is a little shit. I didn’t think there was a chance in hell that you’d like me back.”

You sniffled. “You made me feel like you didn’t give a shit about me, Leo. You followed Nikki around like a puppy, and the second she left for London, it’s like you were finally free of me. Like you didn’t have to pretend to be my friend anymore.”

“I didn’t know how to talk to you. I know that’s no excuse, but it’s true. When Nikki was around, she was like a buffer. If I fucked up, she made sure things weren’t weird. With her gone, I was scared that I would lose you. I didn’t realize that I already was.”

You shook your head. “Then why were you going to ditch me to play soccer with her? Why, why did you take her back to your apartment the night she came back?”

Leo’s brows pinched together. “How, how did you know I—? She was drunk and she wasn’t ready to see her family yet. I offered her a place to stay. But nothing happened, I promise. She slept in my bed, I slept on the couch. That’s it.”

“And why you ditched me?”

“I was just excited to see my friend again, and I acted like a total ass. That was what I was trying to protect you from, because I knew that I would fuck up. I knew I would hurt you somehow without meaning to. I’ve been kicking myself ever since you left that day.”

You shut your eyes, leaning into his hand. You wanted to believe him. God, you wanted to so bad. “What took you so long to say all of this?”

“I was trying to do what you wanted. I was scared to lose you anymore that I already had.” Leo took a breath. “Then I told Nikki what happened, and she chewed my ass out. Told me I needed to get my shit together because you weren’t going to be around forever. I don’t want to lose you. I never did.”

You wanted to argue more. You wanted to push harder. You wanted to ask more questions. Because this didn’t feel real. This was the sort of shit that only happened in movies and romance novels. This wasn’t your real life. But…He was here. And he loved you.

“Kiss me.”

Leo’s lips were on yours in a second. You could feel every ounce of desperation, of love, on his plush lips. He kissed you like a man running out of time. Like if he didn’t do this right, he would lose you. He kissed you like he was dying and you were breathing life back into him. It was everything you ever could have dreamed of. 

“Holy shit, this is better than a Hallmark movie.”

You jumped apart, your head whipping around. Shit. You forgot Gabbie was still there. She eyed Leo, like she still might kill him for hurting you. But then she smiled as he tried to hide his bright red face. 

“I think you still owe her a dinner.” Gabbie pointed to the pizza still sitting on the coffee table. “She’s starving, and refuses to eat that shit.”

Leo looked back to you, letting out a chuckle. “You want me to make you dinner?”

“Don’t let her tell you no. She hasn’t been eating anything but junk all week,” Gabbie said. 

“Gabbie!”

Leo’s brows raised. “Well, we can’t have that, can we? C’mon, let’s go back to my place and I’ll make you something nice, yeah?”

You smiled, reaching for his hand to hold. “I would like that very much.”

You quickly slipped on a pair of shoes and grabbed your keys, ready to leave, when Gabbie called out, “Hey! If you break her heart, I get to break your neck!”

“Good to know!” Leo called back. To you, he whispered, “Your friend is scary.”

“And serious about the threat,” you said. 

He gave your hand a squeeze. “Well, she doesn’t have anything to worry about, because I’m not telling you go.”

[erosmutt]

　★　Saccharine　⨟　H. Christensen

CHAPTER ONE - ❝Shopping.❞

﹙characters﹚︰ Hayden Christensen

﹙pairing﹚︰ HUSBAND!Hayden x WIFE!Reader

﹙story synopsis﹚︰ Being married to a celebrity has proved to be a challenge, but nothing you can't handle, especially when you love him so much. Hayden is the sweetest man you've ever met, and every day you thank the universe for forgetting your wallet that day, and you thank it even harder for Hayden paying for your drink and giving you his email.

﹙chapter synopsis﹚︰ A baby! The little bundle of joy you and Hayden are going to bring into the world together's due date isn't any time soon, but preparation is key, and he finally got you out of the house to go shopping.

﹙content warnings﹚︰ established relationship, pregnancy, fluff, reader has low-esteem

﹙word count﹚︰1.1K

"This one is cute, don't you think, love?"

You turn and look up at him, tilting your head as you regard the dress in your husband's hands. A pretty yellow frock speckled with white flowers. It's springtime, and you've been eager to dress for the weather, to embrace the new warm season. "Mm..."

Hayden takes a step towards you, holding the dress up to your body, the plastic hanger cool against your neck. He flashes you a warm smile, eyes sparkling. "I think it suits you perfectly," he murmurs before leaning in, his lips brushing softly against your forehead in a gentle kiss. "Come on. go try it on," he coaxes, guiding you by the small of your back towards the dressing room.

Once you've slipped into the dress, feeling it settle around your changing figure, Hayden meets you at the door, his face lighting up. The straps rest atop your shoulders, and the empire waistband sits just below the gentle swell of your breasts, highlighting your new curves. You stand there awkwardly, your arms dangling by your sides, uncertainty in your eyes.

"Beautiful," Hayden breaths out, reaching for your hands and taking them in his. "Sweetheart, you look absolutely amazing," he reassures you, squeezing your fingers gently. You gaze up at him, your eyes brimming with unshed tears, your cheeks already flushed pink. The dress may be lovely to him, but the changes in your body distort your perception of yourself, filling you with mixed feelings.

You turn away, walking back into the dressing room and letting the door click closed softly behind you. Hayden waits a beat before calling out, his voice laced with concern. "Sweetheart, what's the matter?" No response. He stands there patiently, anxiety beginning to gnaw at him. "Sweetie," he calls a bit more firmly, "I need you to talk to me."

With a shaky breath, you open the door, revealing your tear-stained face to Hayden. His expression immediately softens, and he reaches for your cheeks, gently wiping away your tears with his thumbs. "Sweetheart..." he murmurs, his voice gentle and wary as to not further upset you, "what's the matter?"

Sniffle. Hiccup. Sniffle. Sob. Hiccup.

He sighs softly, pulling you into a warm hug and pressing your head gently against his firm, warm chest. "Shh, don't say anything if you don't wanna, love," he murmurs, his warm voice rumbling in your ear. You nod, feeling the dampness of your eyes as you rub them with trembling hands. "I'm okay," you sniffle and swallow hard, trying to get it together. "I just feel so huge, I hate the way I look, you know?"

Hayden has been steeling himself for this conversation time and time again, no matter where the two of you found yourselves - whether you caught a glimpse of your reflection in a store window or in a mirror, your mood would instantly dampen. Every time, it eats away at him because he doesn't know how to truly comfort you, to make you see the beauty in yourself and what your body is achieving. "I know, sweetheart, I know you hate it, but you're doing something amazing. You're carrying our baby. Aren't you proud of yourself?"

He takes a moment, searching your face as you pick nervously at your bottom lip, contemplating his words. "Hm? Are you proud of yourself?" He presses again, his hands moving from around your waist to gently tickling you. You jolt and yelp, starting to squirm and laugh through your remaining tears. Eventually, you get out a 'yes.'

"You're right," Hayden grins, pulling away and looking into your eyes with a satisfied smile. "Now, go on and change. We'll get you that dress, okay? Maybe if you're feeling up to it, I'll treat us to a decaf latte afterwards, yeah?"

With your spirits lifted, you retreat back into the dressing room, looking forward to that latte.

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"Wow, look at you, love!" Hayden exclaims excitedly, showing you the picture he just snapped. It's a bit blurry from his enthusiastic attempts to capture the perfect angle while stepping around, but even with the slight motion, it's perfect in his eyes.

You raise an eyebrow, a small smile gracing your lips as you reach out and take his phone. "I see," you murmur, handing it back to him. "You have a career in photography, babes." He grins, clearly delighted by your comment and the unspoken praise. He pockets his phone before making his way to the kitchen, a newfound bounce in his step.

"Oh, by the way, lovie," he calls out, rummaging through the fridge, "didn't we pick up some tilapia last time we went grocery shopping? I swear we did, but I don't know where you put it." He looks back at you, waiting for a pointer.

After setting your book aside, you look up to meet his gaze. "Hm? Oh, I was gonna cook it myself, with a lemon butter sauce," you reply, your voice soft and thoughtful. "Is that alright with you, Hay? I wanted to cook something nice for us tonight." You offer a warm smile, hoping he's as excited as you are.

⠀ ⠀⠀ ⠀ ⠀✿　.　˚　. 　 ˚　✿.

After a tasty dinner and a minor tussle with the dishwasher, you and Hayden curl up together in the cozy warmth of your bed. Hayden sits up beside you, casually flicking through the TV channels, his brow furrowed in disdain as he goes past channel after channel, nothing catching his attention. Meanwhile, you're engrossed in your phone, murmuring the lyrics to a song stuck in your head.

Glancing over at you, Hayden smiles and runs his slender fingers along the buttons on the remote. "What're you looking at, sweetheart?" He asks, resting his cheek a bit uncomfortably on your shoulder. You angle your screen towards him, the soft glow illuminating your faces in the dim room.

"Pinterest," you murmur, showing him the array of nursery inspirations you've been browsing. "Mm, oh!" he exclaims, scooting closer to you and letting the remote fall onto his lap with a soft thud. His hand finds your thigh, giving it an absent-minded squeeze.

"Nursery inspo?" he asks, a curious lilt in his sleep-roughened voice. You nod, motioning with your thumb to a bumblebee-themed room. "Oh, look at that one," Hayden smiles. "That's adorable, I love the yellow." You grin, agreeing with him. "It is cute, isn't it? Ooh, what about this one?" You click on a different one, a ladybug-themed nursery, looking at his to watch his reaction.

"They really like bugs, huh?" Hayden grins, shaking his head in slight amusement. "Maybe we should do a caterpillar or a roly-poly theme?" you joke, making him let out a soft chuckle. It's perfect - quiet, intimate. For the first time, you're truly looking forward to seeing your little one in seven months or so.

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“You did what?” HAYDEN CHRISTENSEN questions in amused disbelief, picking himself up off the bed a centimeter when his abdomen flexed from his powerful scoff.

Nestled into his side, a thick arm wound around you, you’re playfully incredulous when you animate inquiring gestures at him, frowning over his obvious skepticism. “Why would I lie about that?”

“No, baby, it’s not that you would lie, I just-“ He squeezes you tighter, and jostles you gently. Once he glances at your pout, he softens his delivery, “I’m saying, it’s hard to wrap my head around. I never thought that a fan could… you know,” he trails off, gesticulating vaguely to finish his sentence by drawing attention to your naked and tangled bodies underneath the covers.

You squeak a noise of offense, sitting up and out of his embrace clutching the sheets to your bare chest. He doesn’t deserve to see them right now. “Oh, my god.” you exclaim, and when you swing your legs out to land your feet on the cold floor, you draw the sheet with you.

“Now wait, c’mon, I didn’t mean that. Come back, you’re taking the warm with you.” he scrambles to find an excuse to keep you close, but you’re already walking away as he’s reaching for you.

“I’m going to find the picture. I know I have it somewhere.” you insist, more to yourself than him as he settles back into bed. The way your hips sway catch the thin material between your ass, and he rolls his tongue between his lips as he watches. You bend down over a box next to your bedroom desk, sifting through its contents hastily until you move onto the next one. Hayden adjusts in his seat, picking at his halfie that’s perking up at the memory of what you look like under that sheet, underneath him. “Ugh, it was right here!”

“If you don’t have it, sweetheart, don’t worry, I believe you. Come back to bed,” he coaxes, eyes hooded as he keeps them glued to you. You reach behind you, wagging a shaming finger at him to which he chuckles at.

“No, no. I’ll find it.” you scold him for his attempts to derail you from your quest, striding to the other side to check a drawer. “Ah-ha!” you interject victoriously, smug in your success as you flick the photo out of its place.

“Is that it?” he asks, craning his neck to see past you, but he sounds nonchalant, as if he’s still skeptical of your claim.

“You are gonna eat those fuckin’ words, baby,” you muse as you march right back to him, the paper flipping in air from your rush. “Take a look at this.”

You shove the photo into his view, and gingerly he takes it, his thumb at the very edge of the white line so as to not soil the quality with his fingerprints. Quietly, he observes it through the bottoms of his eyes, tipping his head back, demonstrating his aging sight as he takes a gander at it much like an old man might. Uneasily, you glance between them. “Oh.” he finally says with knowing. “You changed your hair.” he notes, tilting his head at the picture of you and him. Years ago, you’d gone to a con with the sole purpose of meeting Hayden to take a photo with him. The day you bought that photo op ticket was one of your happiest, replaced as soon as you first laid eyes on him in that booth.

“See? You believe me now.” you tell him cockily, popping your hip out.

“I remember you.” he muses in a tune, scratching at the scruff off his cheek with a pensive parted smile. “You had the cutest little ass—“

Promptly, you go to pluck the picture from his grasp. “Okay, that’s enough.” but he’s much too quick for you, jerking it away to continue ogling it.

Keeping it from you, his voice raises in volume and glee as you continue to fail to retrieve it from him. “No, no, it’s coming back to me. You tripped on the way in. Sweet little thing. Couldn’t even say anything to me, you were so nervous. Held eye contact like a champ though,”

You reach fully over him, stretching out over his lap as you struggle to grab it from him. “Hayden! Give it back!”

“Your little hand was shaking when you offered it to me. Asking for that pose. Still the same naughty girl.”

[delicatereader]

I need you (stephen!hayden x reader)

• summary: Stephen is a little rusty in sex and needs some help

• warnings: well smut

• a/n: this is about hayden/stephen not the actual one. I didn't go deep with the smut bc I am just getting the hang of it so yea. enjoy! (btw I haven't proof read it so there are mistakes...

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You've had an exhausting day at work, unfortunately you have to work overnight. All you want is a get away from this shit. There were only few others with you left. You peacefully working in your space, reading reports in your spinning chair when Stephen comes in.

He hastily grabs a chair and pulls it next to you to sit. You ignore him because you what was coming, he's gonna rant about how everyone thinks he's gay and no one likes him. You didn't think that way, you've had a cute crush on him for a while but didn't do anything because you worked with him and didn't have the time. You've always liked the way he talks and his glasses (you found them slutty and hot).

"What do you think of me?" he asks

"What do you mean?" you try to confirm, still reading the reports

"What do you think me?"

"You're kind, generous and hard-working!" you reply looking at him

"No like what do you think of me?" he repeats

You let out a harsh sigh annoyed.

"Like physically, do you find me attractive?" he blurts out

"What?" you respond in surprise

"Like am I attractive?" he asks again

"Yeah? why? did someone say anything to you?" you ask him concerned

"No..." he drags

"Spill" you demand

"Ok! It's been a while since you know..." he says

"What? I don't know"

"Since you know!" he looks at his pants and back up (twice)

"Sex?" you answer

"Shhhhh!" he silences you, making you giggle

"Someone will hear you! But yeah since I had sex" he continues

"So you want to start having sex again?" you ask

"Well yeah! It's been a long time" he admits

"How long?" you ask curiously

"Ummm...2 years?"

"What!? 2 years?! omg!" you yell whilst whispering

"I'm a bit rusty..." he says

You scoff as a response, "you will be"

"Oh shut up!" he responds

"Can't belive it! 2 years!" you laugh out loud

"Yep..." he says embarrassed, nodding his head

"Ok I won't laugh! I promise! you speak" you take a deep breath

"So everyone thinks I'm gay, I accidentally let people- no men stick their tongue down my throat and the girls I get run away when they hear the gay rumours" he explains his situation

"Well they just haven't seen your search history! trust me your straight!!" you confirm for him.

He leans back on the chair shocked

"How do you know my search history?"

"The other week you left early and forgot to log out. I did it for you" you smile at him proudly

"Anyways what am I supposed to do about this? I have some friends who might be interested..." you advise resting your head on you palms.

"No" he replies instantly

"Then?" you ask raising your eyebrows waiting for some details

"I need you" he mutters

"What?" you yell in shock

"You. I mean I don't know anyone else better. I'm close to you so it won't be that awkward!" he explains further

"What?! I can't!"

"Yes you can. Nat, Smith and Jade are leaving right now" he says placing a hand on your lap

"What?" as you respond you hear an elevator reach your floor seeing your colleagues leave

"It's just us! please!" he begs. You could see the desperation in his eyes.

"If I agree to this..." you drag

"I'll owe you a million" he offers

"Fine" you shrug even though you've wanted him for so long, you put on a act.

He instantly gets off the chair and kisses you

"Is that ok?" he asks

You nod in response

His kisses get more passionate and confident. His lips are awfully soft. His hands travel from your lap to your cheeks. He starts to kiss your neck, but whilst leaving a trail of kisses from behind your ear to you collarbone you get up and turn so he is in the chair. You're sat on his lap legs on both sides of him. He slips his around your waist and let's them travel your back and slip through your hair.

You pull his dark blonde curls, making him whimper. "You like that?"

The only response you got was a moan.

He starts to unbutton your shirt kissing your chest and around your bra. You follow his actions and pull his shirt off. He takes your bra off and kisses your breasts.

You slowly start to grind on him, making his head fall back in pleasure. "Fuck y/n!"

His breath starts to get heavier. He pulls his hand from your waist to tale off his glasses. Suddenly, you stop him.

"Whay are you doing?"

"Taking of my glasses?"

You lean against his mouth with a smirk

"The glasses stays on" you demand

"You have a thing for glasses?" He asks, locking his lips with a smile and carrying pire lust in his eyes.

"Shut up!" you say rolling your eyes at him whilst giggling

"We'll see who needs to shut up after this" he says with a mischievous smile leaning back in to kiss you

[anakinstwinklebunny]

PAIRING: dilf!mafia!anakin x younger!f!reader

PART ONE; 1,924 words

author's note: I recommend listening to this song while reading this. It really inspired me and gave me further ideas on how to continue this story (it's very important that it will be this version‼️‼️)

You didn’t really know your life.

Yes, when your fingertips traced over each covered photo, some thread of familiarity tugged at you—but it was always fog, always out of reach. A smile in the background, eyes filled with warmth as they gazed at yours, arms linked with yours like they belonged there, you clearly laughing with…right..Who? There were no names, no voices. Just a dark, hollow void without any meaning.

So who were you?

If ANAKIN SKWALKER saw the soft furrow of your brow, the way your lips parted like you were chasing a memory, he’d always step in.

“It’s okay,” he’d say softly, brushing your hair behind your ear with calloused fingers. “It was a long time ago. Some things just... fade.”

And when you asked about someone in a photo, he’d give you answers. Not lies. Not really. Just… altered truths.

“Oh, they moved to another city. Must’ve changed their number.”

“He took a job in Vietnam—said the future was better there.”

“She…” He'd pause, watching your eyes with that devastating softness. “She died, sweetheart. Two years ago. Car accident.”

You remembered her voice, but it was faint, melodic. A song you couldn’t place. A face that made your chest ache. But why? You had no idea. When you tried to dig deeper, when you pressed your mind for the details—it shut down. A black hole. A Panic. Silence.

Still, Anakin was calm. He never got angry with you for not remembering much. He just pulled you closer. Told you you were safe. And you believed him. Because with him, you felt safe.

Even if you didn’t know why.

Who were you?

Who were you?

Who were you?

The question echoed in your bones. Clawed at the inside of your skull like a scream that had nowhere to go.

“Something on your mind, sweetheart?” the voice cut through the haze, soft yet sharp. Like velvet over a dagger. His gaze caught yours in the mirror—icy, unreadable for you

You blinked. Forced a small smile. Smoothed the red satin over your thighs. “Nothing. Just..my head... playing tricks again.”

His expression faltered. Coldness slipped in. Something else, too—fear, maybe. You couldn't really tell. Reading emotions wasnt your greatest talent. Or maybe was it simply possession? Or that darkness you weren’t supposed to see?

You swallowed.

“I mean… maybe it’s just the weird girl that bumped into me earlier,” you added quickly, laughing too softly, too nervously. “I did tell you about her, didn’t I?”

His jaw twitched. Just a little.

The wind kissed your skin as you walked, soft, a little chilled. It felt like it was forcing itself against you, like it was trying to stop you. Like it knew something you didn’t. Like it tried to stop you from making a deadly mistake

Your scarf danced in the breeze, catching in the air like a ballerina. You didn’t notice much of the possible 'warnings' the weather was forcefully pushing towards you. You were already crossing the street, already pushing through the heavy doors of the boutique Anakin told you about.

He rarely let you go out alone.

“It’s not safe, sweetheart,” he’d say, brushing your cheek with gentle fingers, voice calm yet firm. “People out there… they’d do anything for what they want.”

You never questioned it. Not when he knew your moods before you did. Not when he always knew your location, your thoughts, your fears. It felt… right. Like he deserved to know all of those things.

The shop welcomed you with warm lighting, elegant displays, and too-bright smiles.

Too perfect. Too rehearsed.

You wandered through the aisles, fingertips brushing over fabrics you knew Anakin would like—deep crimsons, rich navy blues, colors that made your skin glow and your heart beat up a littlte faster from the excitement. From imagining him simply being breathtaken over your beauty. But the dresses your eyes caught made you feel… familiar. Like maybe you’d once worn them before. Like maybe you’d been someone else once. Like you were here before

But the second you tried to chase that memory—

Blackness. Emptiness; like falling into a hole with no end, no floor, no past.

You barely noticed the eyes on you. At first. Until it felt like they were sinking into your skin. Until the back of your neck prickled. Until the red dress in your hand felt like it was soaked in blood.

“Y/N?”

Your heart froze. Familiar tone; familiar melodic voice. You turned slowly.

Blonde. Familiar eyes. Average frame. But something about her face hit you with a shiver of déjà vu. You knew her. Somehow. Somewhen.

“I thought you were dead,” she breathed, eyes wide. “We thought you were dead.”

We? Who were we? After all, Anakin knew you were alive. He dropped you off. He told you—

“I—I'm sorry… I don’t… I don’t know who you are.”

The girl blinked. Scoffed. A paint of hurt crossed her edges; like the words cut her deeper than you could understood.

“Now you don’t remember me? After everything?”

She stepped closer. You stepped back. Something itched under your skin. A bone-deep discomfort.

Fear. So familiar, so foreign.

“You disappeared. No word, no message, no call. Nothing. We searched for you. Benji went crazy after you vanished.”

You could barely breathe.

Your palms were slick. Your throat suddenly dry.

“I think you’ve mistaken me for someone else,” you whispered, holding the dress like it could somehow anchor you. “I—I don’t remember… anything like that.”

She looked at you like you were a stranger, like she wanted to slap the truth back into you

“I’m sorry,” you said again, trying to be polite. Trying to calm the storm building behind your ribs. “I’ve had… memory issues. After my car accident. Maybe we could talk sometime? Grab a coffee? You clearly know me and I—”

“What accident?” her voice was ice. "I’ve never seen you in a car. You hate them. Ever since your dad killed your mom in one.”

Your heart stopped.

You couldn’t breathe. Couldn’t blink.

Images—feelings, connection —something flickered in the back of your mind. Screams. Metal. Blood. Rain on glass. A woman’s voice. A man shouting. And nothing again.

Pain. Real pain bloomed in your chest.

“You don’t remember anything, do you?” she smiled then. But it wasn’t kind. Her gaze fell from your face down to your toes, going right back at your new hair, expensive jewelry, clothes, shoes, dress dress dress “Well, at least its good to know one of us are living their best lifes. Enjoy the princess fantasy while it lasts, Y/N. Because everything—everything—comes to an end.”

After the last words died in your throat, giving birth to a scared, still-shocked breath, you dared to look at him.

Maybe that was your mistake.

Because his eyes—those eyes you once thought held the sky in them—looked at you like he didn't see you at all. Like he was staring right through your skin, straight to something else. Something you didn't even know existed inside you. Cold. Dangerous. Like meeting a devil in the skin of someone you thought loved you. A chill wrapped itself around your spine, squeezed, stayed there. You knew those eyes from somewhere, from another life, another reality—but now they were foreign. Empty of softness.

Your hands began to sweat again. Just like they had earlier, with that girl. Your palms clammy, clutching onto the soft cherry crimson material like it was some short of a lifeline.

For a second—just a split moment—you thought maybe he was mad. Maybe this was what the beginning of his fury looked like. Not screaming. Not throwing things. Just… silence. Cold and echoing and sharp as broken glass under bare feet. And all you could think about was how he always warned you. How he told you the world out there wasn’t holy anymore, how people had ripped the wings off angels and dressed up as gods. That they’d hurt you, take you from him, corrupt you into something you weren’t. He told you he saved you. That he saved you from them. That only he knew the truth. And you believed him. You had to.

...Or did you?

His voice cracked through the air like thunder in a quiet chapel. “Did she say anything else?”

You flinched. Just a tiny jerk of the shoulder. Barely noticeable—but not to him. Your eyes dropped. Your throat felt like it was being squeezed by invisible hands. Pressure pushing and pushing until the breath left you entirely. Something whispered in your head again. Softly. Distant.

Protection. Love. Sacrifice. Adoration. Beauty.

You swallowed.

“I—I don’t think so,” you whispered. It wasn’t even a lie. Not really. Just a safer version of the truth. “I’m sorry.” The words came out without a thought. Like muscle memory. Your lips just moved and there it was, hanging between you two. Sorry for being outside. Sorry for being seen. Sorry for not remembering—or for remembering just enough to ruin everything.

He moved. Not fast. Not slow either. The sound of his footsteps felt louder than they should’ve been against the black tile, echoing like something from a dream you didn’t want to remember. Fingers touched your arm—warm, soft, reverent. Like worship. Thumb stroked your skin with the kind of care that should have comforted you, but instead made your stomach twist into knots you couldn’t untangle. Lips brushed your ear, your neck, with breath so warm it almost melted the ice building in your chest. And through the mirror, his eyes found yours again.

“Remember the story I told you? About the people who look like everyone else, but they’re not? Monsters don’t grow horns, sweetheart. They smile. They lie. They plant things in your head and wait for you to rot.”

You nodded slowly. Like a puppet on a string.

His lips pressed another kiss to your skin, soft, slow "She’s one of them,” he whispered, as if mourning her. As if mourning you. "She wanted to twist you, baby. Make you believe lies. She wanted to take what we have and burn it. Right here—” his hand moved, finger trailing slowly up your stomach, until it pressed against your chest. Your heart thudded against his fingertip. “—right in your heart. She wanted to plant seeds of doubt in it. Let them grow. Let them ruin you.”

You blinked, your breath catching in your throat. "But… Ani, I knew her. I knew her from somewhere. I’m sure I did…”

His entire body tensed behind you, just for a second. His hand never left your heart, but his voice dipped—lower, darker. “And that’s what evil does, sweetheart,” he murmured. “It makes you think it’s familiar. That’s how it gets in. That’s how it breaks you.” he kissed your shoulder. Gentle. Steady. Like a vow whispered to your skin. "I won’t let that happen. I’d burn the whole world before I let anyone take you.”

You nodded.

Because what else could you possibly do?

Yet the doubt… it was already inside you. Curling into your bones like smoke. And even though his touch still made your body flush with warmth, you couldn’t stop thinking—

Was it all completely true? And who the hell was that girl?

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[ysrjune]

SCOTT BARRINGER X GIRLY!READER [ 𝑑𝑒𝑑𝑖𝑐𝑎𝑡𝑒𝑑 𝑡𝑜 @dollfilmz ]

#🌸🎀🩰

WARNING: SEXUAL THEMES @ THE END

#🩷 ENJOY ! ♡

💌 scott, like a lot of other boys at school, had a crush on you. maybe it was the way you never failed to pull off different hair styles every day, or maybe it was how nice you were to everyone. the blond only knew that he wanted to get his hands on you and make you his pretty little girlfriend. he wasn't bad with getting girls.. like at all. he's on the football team and! he's super cute!

FEBRUARY 5TH @ 8:49AM.

first period, journalism. this class was an easy A for scott. he was just a cameraman for reports on whatever the reporters wanted to talk about for their video of the week. it's not that he didn’t like to be on camera, it's more like he's just awkward and doesn't know how to act normal when he's being recorded for a report or an assignment where he needs to be on camera. luckily he didn’t have to do anything for the rest of the week since his partners Kenny and Laura decided to film their video on Monday.

"remember everybody," the teacher says, causing everyone to look back at her. "valentines day grams are on sale this week. get your partner one if you don���t know what else to buy." she smiles and walks over to her desk to take attendance. a few people around scott start talking about the $5 gift. "I heard that they're better than last year," "yeah, they are! im in ASB. it comes with a rose, love letter, chocolate and other candies." says a girl named Marilyn. scott turns back and taps the top of the computer in front of the other kids. "hey, I can buy one from you, right? since you're in ASB?" he asks.

thats where it all started between you and scott. instead of the $5 option, he chose the $15 dollar one. the only thing different from the first option was that it included a teddy bear and a gourmet cookie. when you had received your gram during 2nd period on February 14th, your friends teased you about who it was from.

“to my beautiful *name*,

everyday I see you and wish that you were in my arms. I wish that I could call you mine. I wish I could kiss your soft lips and shower you with all my affection. I'm a little shy to say this in person, so I sent you this gram. Happy Valentines day.

yours, Scott Barringer.”

that day during lunch, you went to the classroom that scott hung out in and started talking to him. It only took you a week to start going out on dates with him. he was a sweetheart and such a good guy to you. always paying for things you wanted, never not touching you (holding hands, arm around your waist) at school or wherever you went.

💌 scott LOVES watching you do your makeup. he doesn’t admit it though. on the weekends when you have something planned and you do your makeup, hes there. hes laying on his tummy on your bed, watching you apply blush and highlight to your cheeks. he watches close and carefully. and when you start doing your hair? he offers to help out. "need help with that?" he stands up from the bed and walks over to you, taking the curling iron from your hand. "I dont need the help, but you can go ahead and do it for me." you smile at him through the mirror. scott smiles back and starts curling the ends of your hair. hes done this a couple times already.. practice makes perfect.

💌 scott also loves how girly you are. skirts, tight blouses, nails and hair always done.. he would rather have a girl like that instead of one who goes out in hoodie and sweats all the time. he really likes your jewlery too. necklaces, rings, earrings.. he buys you matching diamond earrings since his ears are also pierced. they werent pierced for too long though. his dad kept bothering him about how they made him look gay, so he took them out. bit he still has his pair.

💌 (modern) scott posts you on his story a fair amount. dates, selfies you send him, videos he takes of you at school, gifts he buys.. everything like that. theres more on his close friends story since he knows there are girls out there who stalk his profile just to see who his girlfriend is. its not that he doesnt want to show you off and let everyone know who his girlfriend is, he just doesn't like when girls who like him try and stalk your profile.

💌 babe, baby, beautiful, cutie, all nicknames he calls you buy. he has you saved as 'angel face 🩷' in his phone.

💌 he likes when you put on lipstick. he loves when you kiss all over his neck and leave kiss marks. he especially likes it when you leave them places other than his neck. his chest, collarbones, arms, face, COUGH! near his 🤔.. 😊

💌 you're a little shorter than him and it makes him feel some sort of way. he doesnt really know why he likes the height difference, he just does, and so do you. everytime you walk past a mirror at a store or somewhere theres a mirror, you ask him to hug you from behind so you can snap a photo. you have one of those photos set as your profile photo on Instagram.

💌 just because you're his girlfriend doesn't mean hes not a little mean/teasing. "whats with you wearing pink all the time? too scared to try another color?" he'd say. you roll your eyes. "and whats it with you always wearing plad? you too lazy to go out and buy something different?" and just because you're his usually sweet girlfriend, doesn't mean you WONT be mean to him back.

💌 you're like his own personal cheerleader at his games. his friends always stare at you like you're doing too much, and maybe you are.. but thats your boyfriend out there winning every game for the school. how could you not smile and yell along with the other people when he caught the ball from so far away?

💌 he likes to lend you his jersey a lot. obviously only when its washed. but you bet that after he washes it, he spritz on his cologne so you smell like him. he doesn't only do that with just his jersey, he does it with his varsity jacket as well.

"you're lucky you're cute, princess." he kisses down your neck. "cause you've been pissing me off all damn day." being too teasing. whispering things to him in the middle of class where he cant do anything but hold your hand and pretend like you didnt just tell him that you wanted to go on your knees for him.

now, you were in his room on a Friday afternoon, home alone. scott lifts your skirt up and stares at your lacy white underwear. "guess you do wear something other than pink," he chuckles to himself. "God, im gonna ruin you." he whispers and kisses you through the fabric. "make you forget your own damn name."

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[thesassypadawan]

What Are You Doing New Year's Eve (Clay x Wife!Reader)

Summary: It was a sweet, simple question.  One that you really didn’t take seriously at the time.  Considering it came for the lips of your charming, loving husband.  However after the twins had been put down, along with their newborn (2-week-old) sister, and the champagne began to flow freely.  The wholesome, quiet night in you had planned on…quickly transformed into…

Warnings: 18+ (mdni), because there’s sooo much of the smut.  Oral (fem receiving), premature postpartum oral (implied penetrative) smex, hint of a breeding kink, manipulative/possessive Clay, and…  his skilled tongue/thick, long dick.

Notes:  Happy Holidays, lovelies!  Welcome to track nine of my special holiday mix, What Are You Doing New Year’s Eve! ❤️💚

(Merry Christmas and Happy Belated Birthday, @fuckmyskywalker! 🎅)

- “What are you doing New Year’s Eve?”  Words muttered against the soft, crimson streaked skin of your soft tummy.  Gravelly voice rumbling through your tired, bloated body.  Sending sparks of apprehensive excitement to your neglected sore core.  “Mmmh…I can think a few things, angel.”  

- Hands massage and knead your ample, plush love handles greedily.  “Clay…”  Lips trailing, placing reverent kisses along the intricate web of stretch marks.  “It’s t-too soon…”   Descending lower, drawing ever closer to that quivering, pudgy mound.  “I can’t…we can’t…”

- Tongue glides across the delicate, see-through fabric.  Wetting, saturating.  Making it stick to your freshly shaven skin, together with your tacky arousal.  “Don’t be ridiculous…”  While his teeth graze over, canines nip lightly.  Gather up, grab hold of that band of frilly lace.  Pulling and tugging.  Tearing the scanty pair he had ‘lovingly’ gifted you for Christmas.  “Of course we can…”

- Hovering mere inches above.  His hot breath fans and washes over your swollen, soaked silt.  “Tonight is for celebrating…”  A hungry look flickering behind those cool, blue orbs.  As he gazes fiercely up at you from his place nestled between your thick thighs.  “And that’s exactly what we’re going to do…”

- Burying his face, he licks and laps…prods and teases.  Pushing past your velvety folds to wrap around, envelope your sensitive bud with his warm tongue.  Sucking lightly, groaning in contentment…unknowingly vibrating, stimulating that little bundle of nerves.  In a way that has your…

- Small hands fumble, lace through his golden curls.  Back arches slightly, hips rock shyly against his face.  “More, m-more…”  Weakly you mewl, eyes sliding shut.  Quickly losing yourself in how he rubs you deliciously, rolls your cute clit perfectly.  “P-please, more…”  So sloppy, so messy; oh, so wonderful.  “P-please, p-pretty please…”

- “Hmmh…since you asked nicely.”  Answering your desperate pleas; mouth suctions, seals over your tiny hole.  Tongue delves deeply, reaches those place that your stubby ones could never manage.  Coaxing the sweetest, filthiest moans from your parted lips.

- Cheeks go flushed.  That familiar heat rises up inside of you, begins to grow overwhelming.  “I…I…”  Arms and thighs start to tremble, shake.  Pace stutters and falters, becomes uneven.  “Ooooh, I…I…”  Gummy walls flutter and clench.  Breaths come out in feeble, shallow pants.  “Hub-Hubby…”

- Palms migrate, cup your full cheeks.  Squeezing them harshly, firmly.  Anchoring you to him, keeping you securely in place.  All the while guiding, moving you faster.  His tongue circling, plunging fervently.  Growling low…into your creamy center…

- Yanking on his locks, pathetic cry escapes…  Legs lock tightly, squishing and smothering Clay’s head with your pillowy flesh….  Gushing, convulsing…  Completely coming unraveled, undone…

- Spent, exhausted…you lay shaking, spread out on the lavish rug.  The heat from the crackling fire seeping into aching muscles.  Casting an orange glow on your sweat covered body.  Milky chest heaving slowly up and down.  “Th-that was amazing, but I don’t think-”

- “What are you doing New Year’s Eve,” he chuckles, muses.  Running his fingers through your puffy lips.  Gathering your sticky slick.  Covering and coating his painfully hard, leaking length in it.  His eyes locking, never leaving yours the whole time.  “Simple.  I’ll be doing the same as last year and the year after that…and after that.”

- Easily hooking your legs over his broad shoulders.  “Pumping you full, making sure you give me another kid.”  He bullies, forces his fat tip in.  “Don’t care what the doctor says”  And all you can do is take it, because…  “It’s how we ring in the New Year, our little tradition…”

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