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skywvlkersgrl · 18 days ago

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Parings: anakin x reader

Warnings: piv, oral, somniphillia, dubious consent, obsession.

This took me so long to write, never writing smut again

Codependency wasn't healthy no matter what way you cracked it; especially for Jedi. Especially for Anakin. When he got obsessed with something, he’d go mad with obsession and possessiveness.

You'd always been there, all bright smiles and big doe eyes for him and him alone; his best friend. When most of the Padawan's othered him as children you were one who was truly kind to him.

Still, like the good boy he was (that he still is), he made sure to never latch on too hard, bonds break all the time and he just couldn't handle another loss, but it was so tempting.

Anakin's blue eyes trailed down your body as you lay there like a doll sleeping without a care in the universe. Hair falling into your eyes, lips parted slightly, the thin nightgown that barely hid anything — he swallowed thickly as he took you in.

He might have been the worst friend in the galaxy; all he could think of was how badly he wanted to taste you. Carefully, he dragged his thumb over your bottom lip, eyes fluttering from the feel of your lip under his thumbprint.

“Get a grip, Anakin.” He mutters to himself

He had to look away from you, his gaze flicking to the floor as he clenched a hand. He was getting too obsessive, he was getting too selfish and attached — he shouldn't be looking at you in such a way, it was wrong.

It... didn't change the fact that your lips were parted and looked so... inviting.

Anakin exhaled slowly, trying to calm himself, the sound a little shaky as he shifted from where he knelt beside the bed.

Anakin felt his own heart thump in his chest as his attention went back to you. You were so close and so asleep, you wouldn't know, would you? He could just...

Just a little touch, just a little kiss, a little taste. You'd never have to know, would you? He'd pretend he had no thought of doing that to you later and he’d remember the feeling of your lips against his.

Don't, don't, don't—

Why not?

The question hit him like a blaster bolt, and his hand was back on you, gently holding your face. Anakin leaned closer, and despite his best efforts to stop, he found himself pressing the softest of kisses at the corner of your mouth.

“Ani?” He feels your stir beneath him, a soft murmur escaping your lips.

Anakin practically freezes as soon as the soft sound of his name on your lips filled the quiet space, his own breath getting caught in his throat.

He knew he had been stupid, that he shouldn't have ever had his lips so close yours — but the sweet sound of his name? It didn't help that you were still half asleep because that, that made him want to dive right back down and press his lips to any bare skin he could access.

Anakin's grip on your face tightened slightly, his face moving even closer to yours. So many thoughts of what he thought of you ran through his head; how much he cared for you, how badly he wanted to claim you as his own, how pretty you were — how badly he wanted to ruin you.

Slowly, ever so slowly, he moved his gaze to your chest. It was a little shameless, but he wanted to drink you in and he had a good view right from where he was.

Anakin's breathing was shaky now, he wasn't sure if he could even call it breathing. He was practically gaping at the sight of your chest. The way your nightgown was just slightly stretched taut across your chest as you leaned back, it was making it hard for him to concentrate on anything besides you.

He swallowed again, the sound practically loud in the quiet of your room. He shouldn't be doing this, he shouldn't.

And then his control snapped.

His hands were on your body a moment later, pushing the flimsy material of your nightgown up as he pushed his body over yours. He knew he was going to regret this, he knew he was crossing a line, but his better judgment was nowhere to be found. He straddled your legs, his body effectively pinning you to the bed as his hands kept pushing your nightgown further up your body. His breathing was ragged, and now that he was touching you, he never wanted to stop.

You let out a small groan in your sleep.

He freezes at the sound and then his hands trailed up your skin, pushing the nightgown up until it was bunched around your chest, baring you to his hungry eyes as his hands went back to your sides. He was acting like a man deprived, but when your were right there — bared to his gaze as you slept defenselessly.

“Shh, you’re asleep… just stay asleep.” He murmurs a desperate plea.

“Ani?” You mumble, your eyes begin to flutter awake.

His fingers dug into the skin of your sides, and he began rocking his hips down against yours, rubbing against your thighs and causing him to let out another shaky breath.

He’s so distracted by the thought of you that he doesn’t notice you waking up. Not until, you sit up and collide into him.

You sudden movement took Anakin completely by surprise, and his quick reflexes were the only thing stopping him from being thrown completely off-balance. He looked down at you, eyes wide and face flushed as he tried to regain his breath.

"What are you doing..?" he asked softly, trying to sound nonchalant but the edge of desperation in his voice was still present.

“What are you doing?” You reply, staring at him with obvious confusion.

Anakin paused for a fraction of a second, swallowing thickly before he spoke. "I was... I.." He paused again, mind fumbling over his thoughts, trying to find any suitable excuse he could think of. “I was just... checking on you," he finally settled on, the words even less believable as they left his lips.

“Checking on me?” You repeat with a disbelieving frown. “Well your checking woke me up.” You grumble

He didn’t hear a word you said. His eyes flicked down to your nightgown, which had been pushed upwards and was now leaving most of your chest still bared. He bit his lip, his breathing growing heavy again as he tried to get his mind out of the gutter. You had just woken up, and he was trying so damn hard to not get any dirtier than he already was.

“I was just getting asleep too.” You whine, absentmindedly shifting in his lap, leaning on him, your chest pressed against his own.

Anakin nearly choked as you suddenly leaned into him, the feeling of your chest against his causing a very strong reaction in his body. He could feel the heat in his face, his cheeks were nearly burning now.

"Please- don’t move so much," he managed to rasp out, hoping you wouldn't feel how hard he was becoming against your thighs. If you leaned any closer, you really would feel just what effects you were having on him.

However you must’ve have noticed (or perhaps you’d been playing dumb all along) as you suddenly grin down at his growing arousal. “You should- you go take care of that.”

Anakin froze. You knew. You knew, and you looked so absolutely pleased about the fact that you knew how turned on he was.

He bit his lip, mind spinning as he tried to think of some sort of comeback, but his thoughts were so scrambled he couldn’t think of anything. “I… I should,” he muttered weakly, trying to sound indifferent.

“I won’t look.” You say with a sly smile.

If Anakin thought he hadn’t been blushing before, he definitely was now. Your words, your tone of voice, and your grin had his mind going blank, leaving nothing except an endless cycle of *need* in the void.

He groaned, and he was about to say something, to try and maintain some of his dignity, but all that left his lips was another soft whimper.

“..promise..?”

Once you give him a nod. He shifted away from you, crawling off the bed and turning quickly so you couldn’t see the obvious way his pants had become tented. He was nervous, more nervous then he should have been, but that nervousness was quickly being overrun by desperate need. He was leaning heavily against the wall as his knees shook with the effort of trying to hold him up. His breathing was rapid, and he had to cover his mouth with his hand to muffle the pathetic whimpers that left his lips as he palmed himself.

“Ani.” He hears you say his name with obvious fascination and amusement.

Anakin felt himself shiver when he heard you say his name, the sound of your voice having him lean his forehead against the wall and shut his eyes tight.

“You’re.. you’re not supposed to… ahh… t-to talk,” he managed to get out, his words broken apart by small moans.

Then you say three words that catch him off guard.

“Want me to help?”

Anakin groaned again, his head thunking against the wall in front of him as he shivered at the words. Did he want you to help? Yes, he so desperately wanted you to help, to touch him. But the way he was acting, the desperate need that you had already reduced him to at that moment… he was embarrassed and ashamed at how out of control he already was. “Please.." was all he could manage to mutter.

He watches as you bound up off the bed and drop to your knees right in front of him. Perfectly ready and waiting for him.

He had dreamed of something like this many times. He’d thought of it, he’d imagined it, he’d fantasized about it countless times. But none of that could have prepared him for the feeling of having you kneel in front of him, his body almost shaking with both need and anticipation as he watched you.

You don’t say a word but silently wrap a hand around his throbbing cock. You guide it to your open mouth, licking the precum that leaked out. He can’t suppress the surprised moans at your ease.

Slowly, you bring his cock to your open mouth, wrapping your pretty pink lips around it as you begin to suck. You swallow more and more of him until you can practically see the bulge in your throat. Your own saliva drips past your lips and down your chin, landing on your exposed breasts with a splash.

Anakin almost collapsed forward when he felt your mouth on him, the sudden onslaught of pleasure had his legs nearly giving way. He managed to keep himself standing, if by nothing but sheer willpower, his hands coming to grab at your hair and hold you in place.

It was too much, both physically and emotionally for him to handle. He was feeling so much he didn’t even know how speak anymore.

“Wait, wait..” he managed to get out, his voice breaking half-way through the words as he tried to gasp in another breath of air. “I— I can’t.. I’m not gonna’… ah — I’m not gonna’ last much longer..”

You suddenly pull your mouth away, gasping for breath after having deepthroated him.

He almost sobbed as you pulled away at that moment. Every part of his body was on fire, his mind a complete mess all because of you. He felt as though he was going to die right there on the spot — he couldn’t remember the last time he had felt this desperate for something.

You just look to at him with the slyest of grins. “I didnt think you’d want to stop before putting it inside of me.”

Anakin swore he felt his brain short-circuiting at your words. The idea, the image they conjured had him biting his lip so suddenly his teeth dug into the flesh.

He grunted, shutting his eyes before looking back down at you, his eyes blown wide and dark with desire. He didn’t trust his own voice to speak at that moment, so he simply managed a strangled nod in response. “Please.. please…” his words tumble out.

He whimpers as you take hold of his dripping cock once more and guide it to your dripping folds, clearly visible through your soaked panties. In one swipe, they’re tugged down and he almost passes out at the sight of you.

He shivered, his hand coming to grip your hip tightly, desperate to ground himself. This… this all felt so intense, he didn’t know what to do, how to act. “I just… *you,”* he finally managed to get out. “I just need you, I-“

He cuts himself off as he unceremoniously shoves his cock inside you, making you yelp in pleasure and pain.

“Sorry- sorry,” he manages to get out as he rolls his hips against you involuntarily. He felt his mind going blank, he’d never felt like this before. “Need this- need this so bad-“ He whimpers, pulling out of you before slamming his cock into you with full force making you moan loudly.

As soon as you let out a moan, Anakin’s own breath caught in his throat for a second. The sound had him shuddering, his mind going blank for a moment as he pushed himself further against you.

He was coming undone. Losing himself in you, the sounds you were making and the feelings that were overwhelming him all seemed to mesh together into a mess of need and desire so strong he didn’t know how to handle it.

He wanted you. He needed you.

“Ani please.” He could feel your grip on his shoulders tighten.

“Needy,” he mumbled, more to himself than anything, his mind was barely functioning.

“ you’re making me so crazy,” He panted, rolling his hips against you again before speaking. “Say.. say my name again..”

With a loud grunt, he drove himself into you. Every thrust making both of you moan loudly and bring you closer to that release.

He began to move against you with more purpose, his movements becoming less steady and more desperate as he felt himself getting closer to the edge. He couldn’t even tell if the sounds he was making were words at that point, the only thing he could be sure of was that he craved you, needed you more than anything he’d ever craved in his life before.

Your sounds are driving him into a frenzy at this point, pushing him, your walls gripping him so tightly as you got closer to the edge. He’s losing himself, the world has faded from around him at this point, the only thing in his mind and in his eyes are you.

“I’m.. I’m so close..” he managed to get out, his voice coming out in ragged pants as he continued to move against you.

Once he feels you tighten around him, he loses it.

All he could do was hold you tightly against him as he buried his face in your shoulder, making broken guttural sounds that were somehow a mix between moans and sobs.

His cock releases the white hot stream of thick liquid, coating your insides with enough that you’d be leaking it for weeks. It mixes with your own fluids, leaving a mess on his cock and your thighs.

He was overwhelmed with pleasure, his mind entirely blank. The only thing he was aware of was holding you, and how much he needed you right now.

As you go to pull away and clean yourself up, he grabs your wrist pulls you back towards him.

“Now hold on a minute… we’re not quite done yet.”

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anakinstwinklebunny · 1 month ago

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Hii this is a bit of a strange ask

Could you make a small Drabble of any Hayden character that you think suits it best, but of that one Wolf on Wall Street scene “nothing but short short skirts around the house” the reader does it for about a week and whatever character you choose goes crazy? :>

Author's note: dear beautiful nonnie, this isn't a strange ask, it was perfect. Although i couldn't decide to chose one particular character, so I most of them :33

DAVID RICE

STEPHEN GLASS

David would be obsessed from the start, instantly giving in with zero resistance. It starts with him just catching glimpses as you walk around the house, his head tilting with every inch you reveal. But by the end of the week, he’s teleporting to meet you in every room you enter, each jump closer than the last. “You know,” his gaze dipping down to trace your curves, “this week has been torture.” He doesn’t even try to hide how much he wants you now, a mischievous smirk tugging at his lips. With one swift motion, he pins you against the wall, his hands exploring every curve. "Think you can just wander around like that and not expect me to... get ideas?" His fingers slip beneath the fabric, his voice a delicious murmur. "I’ve got a few places in mind I could take you right now.."

Stephen’s flustered from the start. You notice his stammer whenever you walk by him, his eyes flicking up and down as he tries to act casual, but it’s hopeless. By the third day, he can barely keep it together, sneaking glances over the top of his glasses, his fingers nervously tapping on his notebook. “You, um,” he clears his throat, shifting in his seat, “you know, you’ve been, uh… really…distracting.” He stammers, cheeks flushed, his voice dropping. Finally, he gets bold, stepping closer, his fingers grazing your thigh. “This little skirt? It’s not helping me work, you know.” You catch the look in his eyes as his hand starts to travel up, and suddenly, shy Stephen isn’t so shy anymore.

AJ is smooth and knows exactly what he’s doing, but you’ll feel him unravel when you start wearing those short skirts. He’ll try to play it cool, but the moment you cross his line of sight, his jaw clenching, his nostrils fluttering, and he just can’t keep his hands to himself. “You don’t even know what you’re doing to me, do you?” His voice would be teasing, but his hands would be rough when they grab your plush thighs. You’d give him a little teasing wiggle, just enough for him to feel your body press against his, and the shift of your hips would make him groan low in his throat. “Get up here, now.” He’d lift you up onto his lap, and you’d feel him hard against you instantly. Fingers digging into the flesh of your hips “Don't care about anythin' right now but this damned skirt of yours..who even bought you this, sweetheart?" he rubbed his clothed length against your thin panties "cause it definitely wasn't me, would rail you in it way earlier"

ANAKIN SKYWALKER (AOTC)

AOTC Ani is a mess, completely nervous and flushed at how much he’s enjoying this—he can’t hide it. When you walk into the room, it’s all he can do not to lose it. He’s quiet at first, trying to keep his composure, but your short skirt keeps pulling his focus—especially when you casually bend over, giving him a perfect view of your legs, and a little peek up the hem. You can see him shift, his breath hitching as he fights the flush creeping up his neck. “W-Why are you doing this to me?” His hands shake slightly when he finally touches you, his grip on your hips trembling as he holds you to him. He’s hesitant at first, unsure if he’s allowed to touch you this way, unsure if its even properly to do so, unsure to trust himself to do it. Yet, when you sit down in his lap, that’s it. He can’t hold back anymore. “You— you look so...” He stumbles over his words, a little embarrassed, but the heat in his gaze tells you everything. “You know how hard it is to focus when you're wearing that? Almost made me choke by Master Obi-Wan..”

Anakin Skywalker (ROTS)

VADER

By the time you’re in the ROTS era, Ani’s no longer hesitant—he’s consumed by this dark, obsessive hunger. You in that short skirt? He's about to lose it. As soon as you straddle him, his gaze locks onto your backside, his eyes tracing the curve of your body as you lower yourself onto him. His hands immediately find your waist, squeezing hard as he guides you down. “Look at that ass,” he growls “You’re gonna sit on me and wear that skirt, and tease me like this?” His hands will travel down your back. His lips are bruising, demanding, pulling you closer as his hands tug you down, hard, against him. “Move for me, baby. I want to see that ass bounce on my thick cock”

Vader is possessive, controlling, but so gentle in a way that drives you insane. In the privacy of his chambers, after a week of separation, he doesn’t even wait for you to speak before he’s on you. His voice is commanding, low, but filled with that unwavering affection. "You’ve tested me all week... and now you're here, wearing this." His hands find your waist, dragging you toward him as he presses his lips against your throat. His grip would be firm, unyielding, but his touch is incredibly soft—caressing your skin as if you’re something fragile, something precious. You’d feel his mechanical hand slowly explore your body, just shy of dominance, as if worshipping you. “You look like you’ve been made for me,” he’d whisper into your ear, lips brushing your skin. His gaze would be ravenous, following your every movement as if he can’t get enough of you. "Yet you do something like that.." And when you lay beneath him, he’d take his time (to tease you), slowly pulling the fabric of your skirt up just to see you, to feel every inch of your skin. His hands are everywhere - groping, squeezing, rubbing the flesh of your skin

SAM MONROE

Sam is a bit rougher than the others, especially with the everything he's went through. He’s used to being guarded, but you in that skirt—it's breaking him. After days of watching you in that outfit, teasing him, he’s about to explode. “You think I’m gonna let you walk around the house like that without doing something about it?” His voice is low, rough, almost dangerous as he slams the door shut behind him. His hands are immediately on you—gripping your hips, slamming you against the nearest wall as he kisses you roughly, taking control. “You’re gonna be sorry you wore that skirt,”

JAMES KELLY

James is such a soft dom. The minute you slip into that skirt, he’s hypnotized. He won’t push you too fast, but you can tell he’s fighting the urge to devour you. His hands are light at first, as he lets you control the pace. He’d pull you close, and the soft, gentle way he’d hold you would make your heart race. "You have no idea what you this skirt does to me, do you?" He’d murmur, lips brushing over your neck as his hands slowly explore your body. He’s patient, deliberate, yet so desperate to break you. "Got all night to show you how much I appreciate the view"

LEO

Leo’s flirtatious, cocky, and so confident, but when you wear that skirt, you bring out the feral side of him. He’ll tease at first, pulling you close, hands on your waist as he whispers in your ear. “You wear that skirt to get my attention?” His voice is teasing, but the way he grips your hips shows his true intent. As you sit on his lap, he’s practically grinding into you, unable to hide how much he’s enjoying it. His lips are on yours, desperate and urgent, his hands moving underneath your skirt, claiming you in every way possible, not letting you take off the skirt just yet.

CLAYTON BERESFORD

Clayton is a quiet storm—calm on the surface but with a dark, possessive hunger just below. When you wear that short skirt, he’s trying to keep his cool, but his focus is slipping. His gaze sharpens as he watches you move, and it’s clear he’s imagining everything he wants to do to you. “You think you can tease me like this and expect me not to do something about it?” His voice is low, controlled, but it holds a sharp edge. His hands reach for your waist, pulling you closer, his breath quickening as he feels you against him. You can feel his pulse thrum under his skin, the tension building. “I’ve been patient,” he murmurs, lips brushing your ear, “but you’re making it very hard to stay in control.” He slowly lifts your skirt, his fingers trailing up your thighs, dangerously close to the heat between your legs. He leans in, his lips barely touching yours. “I’m going to make sure you never wear this again without me getting a taste.” His hands would grip your hips, and he’d pull you closer, urging you to feel him, to let him take what he’s been craving.

LORENZO

KURT

Lorenzo is a bit of a playboy, cocky and charming, but when you wear that skirt, he can’t help but want you in a way he’s not used to. At first, he’s all teasing smirks, playfully checking you out as you walk by, and he’d be very vocal about it. “Damn, that skirt is dangerous, baby.” His gaze is fiery, but his hands would be slow, deliberate, and possessive as they explore your body. “Is this how you get a man’s attention?” He’d tug you toward him, lips trailing down your neck, his hands massaging your back before they slip lower. He’d bring you close enough that you can feel the hardness of him pressing against you. "I’ve been dying to take you, but if you keep wearing things like this, I’ll lose all control." You’d feel the way he grinds against you, his body on fire as he pulls you deeper into him.

Kurt is brooding, intense, and feels the weight of the world on his shoulders—but you? You make him forget everything, especially when you wear that skirt. He’s been trying to keep his distance, trying to keep things slow, but he can’t. Not with you looking like that. When you slip into the room, that skirt barely hanging on, he snaps. “You think this is funny?” he growls, eyes drinking every inch of your exposed skin. His hands move without hesitation, gripping your hips and yanking you against him. His lips crash onto yours—bruising, desperate—as if he's been starved for you. His fingers move up your skirt, rough and unrelenting, slipping under the fabric as he pulls you closer. "I tried to wait... but damn it, you’re making this impossible," he mutters between kisses. His lips trail down your neck, teeth grazing your skin as he explores your body with intent. He’s not gentle—he’s a man at the edge of his control. “You want this, don’t you? Want me to take you right here, right now baby?” His voice is deep, rasping “cause this is what you wanted, right? For me to lose control?”

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speaknow-sw · 2 months ago

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𝒦𝐼𝒩𝒦𝒯𝒪𝐵𝐸𝑅 𝟤𝟢𝟤𝟦

17/10/2024, Prompt : Incest, Daddy Kink, Orgasm Denial, Breeding kink, Threesome with Clayton Beresford & William Beeman

A/N : mdni, incest, daddy kink, slight orgasm denial, slight breeding kink, threesome.

Third fic yay ! This one is hella long and scrumptious as fuck. Don’t search the logic. Anyway enjoyy !

𝐻𝑜𝓌 𝓉𝑜 𝓉𝓇𝑒𝒶𝓉 𝒶 𝓁𝒶𝒹𝓎 : 𝒶 𝑔𝓊𝒾𝒹𝑒 𝒷𝓎 𝐵𝑒𝑒𝓂𝒶𝓃 & 𝐵𝑒𝓇𝑒𝓈𝒻𝑜𝓇𝒹

You step out of the sleek black car, feeling the crisp autumn air brush against your skin as you glance up at the towering glass skyscraper. Clayton Beresford, your fiancé, stands beside you, his presence calm yet commanding. With his sharp suit tailored to perfection and his eyes glinting with confidence, he’s every bit the billionaire CEO the world knows him to be. But to you, he's just Clay—the man who makes your heart race with every smile.

As you both make your way through the lobby, the gleaming marble floors echoing beneath your heels, you can't help but feel a sense of nostalgia. It’s been years since you last visited your father’s office. William Beeman, the legendary stock-broker and CEO, is known for his financial empire, but to you, he’s always been "Daddy," even with all the business aura surrounding him.

Clayton places a reassuring hand at the small of your back as the elevator doors slide open. "Ready?" he asks, his deep voice smooth and steady, a stark contrast to the nervous flutter in your chest.

You nod, offering him a small smile. "As ready as I’ll ever be. Let’s see if my dad still as intimidating as I remember."

The elevator ride is swift, the numbers flashing by until it reaches the top floor, where the empire your father built waits. As the doors part, you're greeted by the familiar scent of polished wood and leather. William Beeman's office is a blend of power and legacy, the walls lined with shelves of finance books and framed photographs of world leaders he’s shaken hands with.

Your father looks up from his desk, his expression unreadable at first. Then, a slow smile spreads across his face as he stands to greet you both. “Ah, finally. The future Mr. and Mrs. Beresford.” His voice carries the same authority that’s made him a titan in the industry, but there’s a softness reserved just for you.

You step forward, your pulse quickening as you prepare to introduce Clay to the man who’s shaped your life in more ways than you can count. « Hi, daddy » you smiled brightly, hugging him.

Will's arms wrap around you in a tight embrace, pulling you close against his firm chest. You can feel the warmth of his body seeping through his crisp dress shirt, and smell the faint hint of his cologne - a spicy, masculine scent that always reminds you of home.

"My baby girl," he murmurs into your hair, his large hand stroking the length of your back. "I've missed you. How have you been, sweetheart?"

He pulls back slightly to look at you, his intense blue eyes searching your face. There's a hint of concern etched in the lines around them, and you know it's because of the accident that left you hospitalized.

"You’ll always be a little Beeman…" he whispered affectionately. "Are you feeling better? I hope that Clay here has been taking good care of you." His gaze shifts to your fiancé, a hint of challenge in his expression. "Because if he hasn't, well... let's just say I won't hesitate to teach him a thing or two about how a real man treats a lady."

His tone is light, almost teasing, but there's an underlying current of protectiveness that sends a shiver down your spine. Even after all these years, your daddy's love can be both comforting and intimidating.

Clay steps forward, his presence filling the space between you and your father. He extends his hand to Will, his grip firm and confident.

"Mr. Beeman, it's an honor to finally meet you. I'm Clayton Beresford, your daughter's fiancé. And yes, sir, I've been taking excellent care of her. She's my priority, always."

His gaze locks with Will's, a silent challenge passing between them. Clay's not one to back down easily, and it's clear he's not about to let anyone, not even his future father-in-law, push him around.

"I've heard so much about you, sir. Your reputation precedes you. I look forward to learning from your wisdom and experience." There's a hint of respect in Clay's voice, but also a subtle assertion of his own status and accomplishments.

You smiled but stayed in your father’s arms « He’s so sweet daddy… like you » You wiggled your hips.

Will's eyes darken as he feels you wiggle in his arms, a mischievous grin spreading across his face. He tightens his hold on you, one hand sliding lower to rest on your hip.

"Is that so, baby girl?" he purrs, his voice low and husky. "Well, I'm glad to hear Clay is treating you right. But remember, no matter how sweet he is, he'll never be able to love you the way I do."

He leans in closer, his lips brushing against your ear as he whispers, "And don't think I haven't noticed the way you're pressing yourself against me, little minx. Your daddy knows exactly what you need."

Will's hand on your hip squeezes gently, a silent reminder of the connection between you. Even in front of your fiancé, he's not afraid to show his possessive side.

He pulls back slightly, his gaze shifting to Clay. "I hope you know what you're getting into, son. My little girl is precious, and I expect you to treat her like a princess. Because if you don't..." He trails off, leaving the threat hanging in the air.

Clay's jaw clenches slightly at Will's words, a flicker of irritation crossing his features before he schools his expression into a neutral mask. He takes a step closer to you both, his presence a stark reminder of his own strength and authority.

"Mr. Beeman," he says, his voice calm but firm, "I assure you, I have every intention of treating your daughter like the treasure she is. My love for her is unwavering, and I would never dream of hurting her."

He reaches out, his hand gently cupping your cheek as he turns your face towards him. "She's my world, and I'll spend every day of our lives proving that to her... and to you, sir."

There's a challenge in Clay's eyes as he looks at Will, a silent message that says he's not about to be intimidated. He may respect your father, but he's not afraid to stand his ground when it comes to you.

You pouted and brushed your fingers slightly against your dad crotch.

Will's eyes widen slightly at your bold actions, surprise and excitement dancing in their depths. He doesn't stop you, instead, he shifts his hips slightly, allowing you better access to his crotch. His voice is low and husky as he speaks.

"Baby girl, what's gotten into you today? Trying to stir things up, huh?" He chuckles softly, the sound deep and resonant. "Let's see how long Clay can keep his cool while you're playing with Daddy."

Will's hand rests on your thigh, his touch light but possessive. He turns his attention to Clay, a knowing smirk on his face.

"I see you're quite the gentleman, Clay. But I wonder, how long will that last when my little minx starts getting frisky?"

His gaze is challenging, daring Clay to rise to the occasion. Will's not backing down, and it's clear he's enjoying the tension that's building in the room.

Clay's eyes narrow slightly as he watches you play with Will's crotch. A muscle twitches in his jaw, betraying his annoyance, but his voice remains steady when he speaks.

"Darling, perhaps we should keep things civil," he says, his tone gentle but firm. "Your father and I have just met, and I'm sure he wouldn't want us to be too... forward in his office."

He turns to Will, his expression unyielding. "Mr. Beeman, I understand your desire to protect your daughter, but I assure you, my intentions are pure. I only want what's best for your daughter, and that includes maintaining a respectful relationship with her family."

Despite his words, Clay's hand tightens slightly around yours, a silent reminder of his claim on you. He's not about to let your father provocations go unchallenged, but he's also not going to stoop to the same level.

"Now, why don't we focus on getting to know each other better, without any unnecessary distractions?" He suggests, his gaze never leaving your dad’s one.

The sight of you spread out before them, your legs parted invitingly, is enough to break the last of their resistance. With a low growl, your dad descends upon you, his lips capturing yours in a searing kiss.

At the same time, Clay positions himself between your legs, his fingers trailing teasingly along your inner thighs. He leans in, his hot breath ghosting over your sensitive skin as he whispers, "You're so beautiful, baby. We're going to make you feel so good."

Will's hands roam over your body, exploring every curve and dip with a hunger that sets your skin ablaze. He breaks the kiss to trail his lips down your neck, nipping and sucking at the delicate flesh as he goes.

Clay, meanwhile, is focused on bringing you pleasure. He parts your folds with his fingers, his touch gentle but insistent as he explores your most intimate places. He groans at the wetness he finds there, a testament to your desire.

Will continues his assault on your senses, his lips blazing a trail of fire down your body until he reaches your breasts. He takes one hardened nipple into his mouth, sucking and flicking it with his tongue as his hand massages the other.

The dual sensations of your dad’s mouth on your breasts and Clay's fingers between your legs are almost too much to bear. You arch your back, pushing yourself further into their touch, desperate for more.

Clay, sensing your need, begins to thrust his fingers inside you, his pace steady and deep. He curls his fingers just right, hitting that spot that makes you see stars.

Will, not wanting to be left out, moves lower, his tongue replacing Clay's fingers as he laps at your dripping core. He moans against you, the vibrations adding to your pleasure.

Together, they work in tandem, bringing you closer and closer to the edge. The sounds of your combined moans and the wet, obscene noises of Will's mouth on you fill the room, creating a symphony of lust.

Your moans and the way your body writhes beneath their touch spur Will and Clay on, driving them to new heights of passion. They continue their relentless assault on your senses, determined to bring you to the peak of pleasure.

Will, his face glistening with your juices, looks up at you with a wicked grin. He increases the pressure of his tongue, alternating between long, slow licks and rapid flicks against your sensitive clit. His eyes never leave yours, watching the ecstasy play out across your face.

Your fiancé, his fingers still buried deep inside you, leans down to capture one of your nipples between his teeth. He tugs gently, sending a jolt of electricity straight to your core. His free hand comes up to tangle in your hair, pulling your head back to expose your neck, which he proceeds to lavish with kisses and bites.

The combined sensations are overwhelming, and you can feel your body beginning to tense as your orgasm approaches. Will senses it too, and he doubles his efforts, his tongue working furiously against your most sensitive spot.

Your fiancé presses a third finger inside you, stretching and filling you in a way that feels so incredibly good. He matches the rhythm of his fingers with the movement of his mouth on your nipple, creating a delicious friction that sends shockwaves through your body.

As you teeter on the brink of ecstasy, they both seem to sense the impending explosion. They redouble their efforts, their touches becoming more urgent and demanding. Will's tongue circles your clit, while Clay's fingers piston in and out of you, hitting that perfect spot inside with unerring accuracy.

With a final cry, you come undone, your body convulsing as wave after wave of intense pleasure washes over you. Will and Clay continue their ministrations, prolonging your orgasm and drawing out every last drop of pleasure.

Clay's breath hitches as you turn around and take him into your mouth, your skilled tongue swirling around the head of his cock. He tangles his fingers in your hair, guiding you deeper onto his shaft. "Oh, fuck, doll. Your mouth feels incredible," he groans, his hips rocking forward to meet your movements.

Will, not wanting to be left out, moves behind you, his hands gripping your hips as he positions himself at your entrance. He rubs the tip of his cock against your slick folds, coating himself in your juices. "You're so wet, baby girl. I can't wait to feel you wrapped around me."

With a single, powerful thrust, Will sheaths himself inside you, stretching and filling you in a way that makes you moan around Clay's cock. The dual sensations of being filled from both ends are overwhelming, and you can't help but push back against Will, wanting more.

Clay, meanwhile, is lost in the sensation of your warm, wet mouth. He fights the urge to thrust into your throat, instead allowing you to set the pace. His grip on your hair tightens as he guides you, encouraging you to take him deeper. "That's it, baby. Take all of me."

Your dad, sensing your desire, grins wickedly. "Oh, baby girl, you want Daddy and Clay to breed this sweet little pussy of yours? To pump you full of our seed and make sure everyone knows who you belong to ? I was waiting for a grandchild but who knows ? It could be your sibling ?" He grinned menacingly.

Clay, nodding in agreement, leans in close, his breath hot against your ear. "We'll fill you up so good, doll. Pump you full of our cum until it's dripping down your thighs. Everyone will know that you're ours… but I’ll be the one to knock you up."

As you continue to bob up and down on Clay's shaft, Will establishes a steady rhythm, his hips slapping against yours with each powerful thrust. The sound of skin on skin fills the room, mixing with the moans and grunts of the three of you as you lose yourselves in the throes of passion.

Will leans over your back, his chest pressed against your shoulders as he reaches around to play with your clit. His fingers circle the sensitive nub, adding to the intense pleasure coursing through your body. "You like that, don't you, sweetheart? Having both of us inside you, filling you up?"

Clay, feeling your walls tighten around your dad’s cock, recognizes the signs of your impending orgasm. He pulls your head back, forcing you to release his cock, and captures your lips in a searing kiss. "Let go, baby. Come for us," *he commands, his voice rough with lust.

Suddenly you felt yourself being pulled off Clay’s cock and bounced furiously on Daddy’s one.

As Will pulls you off Clay's cock and bounces you furiously on his own, you can't help but let out a loud moan. The sudden change in position and the relentless pace of Will's thrusts send shockwaves of pleasure through your body, and you can feel yourself getting closer to the edge.

Clay, not wanting to be left out, moves in front of you, his cock bobbing mere inches from your face. He wraps his hand around the base, guiding it towards your mouth. "Open up, baby. Let me feel those pretty lips again."

You eagerly comply, taking your fiancé’s cock into your mouth once more. The taste of him mixed with your own juices is intoxicating, and you find yourself craving more. You suck and lick, your tongue swirling around the shaft as you bob your head up and down.

Will, feeling your walls tightening around him, knows that you're close. He leans over your back, his teeth sinking into the flesh of your shoulder as he continues to pound into you, chasing your orgasm. "That's it, baby girl. Come for Daddy. Let me feel you come undone."

The combined sensations of Will's cock hitting that perfect spot inside you and Clay's thick shaft filling your mouth are too much to bear. With a muffled cry, you reach your peak, your body shaking and convulsing as wave after wave of intense pleasure washes over you.

As you come down from your high, Will and Clay continue to move, their own releases approaching. Will's thrusts become more erratic, his grip on your hips tightening as he chases his own orgasm. "Fuck, baby girl, I'm going to come. Are you ready for Daddy's load?"

Clay, feeling your throat constrict around his cock, grabs your hair and holds you in place as he thrusts into your mouth. His body tenses, and with a low groan, he releases himself inside you, his hot seed spilling down your throat.

A few moments later, Will reaches his own climax, his hips stuttering as he empties himself deep inside you.

As they switch places, you feel a momentary emptiness before Clay is sliding into you from behind, his cock replacing Will's. He groans at the feeling of your tight heat enveloping him, and he starts to move, his thrusts deep and powerful.

Meanwhile, your father moves in front of you, his cock, still hard and ready, brushing against your cheek. He cups your face, guiding you to take him into your mouth once more. "That's it, baby girl. Suck Daddy's cock while that little fucker fills you up."

You eagerly comply, your lips wrapping around Will's shaft as Clay pounds into you from behind. The new position allows you to take Will deeper, and you relax your throat, letting him slide all the way in.

Clay, his hands gripping your hips, sets a brutal pace, his thrusts rocking your entire body. The sound of skin slapping against skin fills the room, mixing with your muffled moans around Will's cock and the grunts and groans of the two men.

Will, his eyes locked on yours, watches as you take him deep, reveling in the sight of you so thoroughly debauched. He rocks his hips, fucking your face with shallow thrusts, his cock hitting the back of your throat with each movement. "Fuck, baby, your mouth feels so good. You're such a good girl for Daddy."

You chocked on his gigantic cock, tears running down. « Daddy… » you moaned around his shaft.

The sight of you choking on his cock, tears streaming down your face as you moan around him, only serves to drive Will wild. He grips your hair tightly, holding you in place as he continues to fuck your face. "That's right, baby girl. Take Daddy's cock. You look so beautiful like this, all choked up and desperate for my attention."

Clay, noticing the tears, slows his pace slightly, his thrusts becoming more deliberate and controlled. He leans over your back, pressing his chest against yours as he whispers in your ear, "You okay, baby? Do you need a break?"

Despite the tears and the choking, you shake your head, your eyes locked on Will's. The love and devotion you feel for him, along with the intense pleasure coursing through your body, keeps you going. You want to please him, to show him how much you adore him.

Will, sensing your determination, nods approvingly. "Good girl. You're doing so well. Daddy's proud of you."

He continues to thrust into your mouth, his cock hitting the back of your throat with each movement. The combination of pain and pleasure is overwhelming, and you can feel another orgasm building within you.

Clay, feeling your walls tightening around him, picks up the pace once more, his thrusts becoming faster and harder. He reaches around to play with your clit, his fingers rubbing in quick, firm circles, pushing you closer to the edge. "Come again, baby. It’ll be good."

The dual sensations of Will's cock in your mouth and Clay's fingers on your clit are too much to resist. With a muffled cry around Will's shaft, you come undone, your body shaking and convulsing as another powerful orgasm rips through you.

As you ride out the aftershocks of your second climax, stars in the eyes, Will and Clay continue to move, their own releases approaching. Will's thrusts become more erratic, his grip on your hair tightening as he chases his own orgasm.

As your body trembles with the intensity of the pleasure, Will and Clay sense your impending orgasm. They want to prolong your ecstasy, to keep you on the edge for as long as possible. In a show of dominance, they tighten their grip on you, preventing you from reaching that final peak.

Your father pulls out of your mouth, his cock glistening with your saliva. He leans down, capturing your lips in a passionate kiss, his tongue delving into your mouth and tangling with yours. At the same time, Clay slows his thrusts, his hips undulating in a slow, sensual rhythm that teases rather than satisfies.

You whimper into the kiss, your body begging for release, but Will and Clay remain relentless. They continue their ministrations, keeping you in a state of constant arousal without allowing you to climax.

Breaking the kiss, Will looks down at you, his eyes dark with desire. "Not yet, baby girl. Daddy wants to feel you come undone when he's deep inside you. Can you hold on for me a little longer?"

Clay, echoing his sentiments, whispers in your ear, "We want to feel you shatter, sweetheart. Give us just a little more time, and then you can let go."

They resume their movements, Will's cock sliding back into your mouth while Clay picks up the pace once more, his thrusts growing more forceful and deliberate. The dual stimulation is almost unbearable, and you can feel your orgasm building again, even stronger than before.

As you struggle to maintain control, Will and Clay continue to push you higher, their hands roaming your body, pinching and squeezing your sensitive flesh. They're determined to drive you to the brink, to make you beg for release before they finally grant it to you.

« Daddy please….Clay… I n-need to….please please… » you begged, crying shakily. Your desperate pleas and the sight of your tears are enough to sway Will and Clay. They've pushed you to the limit, and they can see the desperation in your eyes. It's clear that you need release, and they're not determined to give it to you.

Will pulls out of your mouth, his cock slick with your saliva. He cups your face, wiping away your tears with his thumb. "Shh, baby girl. Daddy's here. We're not going to let you come now, I promise."

Clay, his thrusts becoming more erratic, nods in agreement. "That's it, doll. Don’t you dare let go. If you come there’s going to have a punishment, baby." He slapped you butt cheek earning a cry.

You sobbed, trembling « Please…please…I’m a good girl….i can have it…please… »

Will slides back into your mouth, his cock gliding effortlessly past your lips. At the same time, Clay's thrusts become more forceful, each one driving deep into your core and hitting that perfect spot inside you. "That's it, baby girl," Will encourages, his voice strained with his own impending orgasm. "Take Daddy's cock again. Let go and come for us."

Clay, his fingers digging into your hips, picks up the pace even more, his thrusts becoming almost violent in their intensity. "Come on, doll. Let it happen. Show us what a good girl you are."

The combined sensations of your father’s cock in your mouth and your fiancé’s thrusts pounding into you finally push you over the edge. With a muffled cry around Will's shaft, you come undone, your body convulsing as wave after wave of intense pleasure washes over you.

The feeling of your walls clamping down around him is too much for Clay, and with a guttural groan, he releases himself inside you, his hot seed filling your depths. Will, feeling your throat constrict around him, follows suit, his own release pulsing down your throat. He pulled away and tapped his fat cock against your cheek, laughing.

As the three of you ride out the aftershocks of your shared climax, they collapse on top of you, their bodies covering yours in a warm embrace. They pepper your face and neck with soft kisses, praising you for being such a good girl and taking everything they had to offer. « This is how a real man treat a lady, Beresford. » your Dad patted his back.

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stylesslytherinskywalker · 10 months ago

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my Spotify playlist. it’s a work in progress but it’s going to be for Hayden and all his characters

#hayden christensen #anakin skywalker #darth vader #Spotify #james kelly #sam monroe #scott barringer #clay beresford #david rice #leo campoli #kurt matheson #spotify playlist

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erosmutt · 3 months ago

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ok like i dont expect you to write this or anything its more just food for thought- which hayden characters, including hayden, would be a boobs guy, a butt guy, or thigh guy or something else lmaooo

ugh i luh yew for this. disclaimer, most of them are ass men <3

☆ HAYDEN : ass

I'll be real... I don't know. All his exes are flat skinny girls... KIDDING! Hayden is an ass man! He's not one to objectify, but he can appreciate a nice ass when he sees one. He's the type to give your ass a swat in passing, just because. Or because he likes to see it jiggle. Either way, he likes to touch it. Fills his hand nicely.

☆ SAM : boobs

Sam... just objectifies girls. All the time. He's a horny teenage boy, and nothing gets him off quicker than a nice rack on a girl. His favorite pastime is watching the volleyball girls play, and all he can imagine is grabbing at their tits, or burying his face into them.

☆ SCOTT : boobs

Scott'll stare at your tits shamelessly. Especially since Horizon's activities call for so much hard labor, you're constantly moving and working up a sweat. You mostly wear camisoles and tanktops, so he has an amazing view of your cleavage. Plus you sweating usually equals a see through top, which is an amazing perk.

☆ ANAKIN : boobs

Anakin hates that he can't see your body well in your Jedi attire, but he can see your breasts a bit because of the fabric straining against them. He gets distracted during training watching your tits bounce while you swing your saber about.

☆ JAMES : ass

ass man. ASS. MAN. James' favorite position is doggystyle because he gets to watch your ass ripple and jiggle when his hips smack into it. he'll do double takes when he's walking down the street after seeing a girl with a fat ass. bonus points if you're chubby - fatter ass and a whole lotta whole lotta for him to grab onto!

☆ CLAY : thighs

Clay loves your thighs because they make such a comfortable resting spot. After a hectic day at the office, all he wanted was to bury his head in your plush thighs to relax. The way you'd play in his hair while he rested was also even better.

☆ BILLY : hips

No matter what, Billy always has his hands on your hips. he loves to stand behind you, loves to feel you up. whenever you try and step away, he grabs you by your hips and pulls you back into him. he likes the sense of power it gives him.

☆ LORENZO : boobs + waist

Your body was what initially drew Lorenzo in, but your resourcefulness was a plus, so he said. Totally not your cleavage and waist. He helped you get dressed one morning (he was squatting at your place hiding from Gerbino, go figure) and he refused to get his hands off your waist. Just constantly roaming from your tits to your waist, back and forth. He kept saying it was to adjust your undergarments which you knew was NOT true but... it felt good, so you didn't make a move to stop him.

☆ LUKE : ass

For the same reasons as James and Billy. He loves to worship your body, loves to touch on you, just to be near you. He loves you, but the thing that really made him fall in love was your ass in the jeans you wore on your first date together.

☆ KURT : ass

He just loves your ass. Just does. He loves eating it too. He'll absolutely fiend for you, antsy for you to come home so he can worship your ass. Spank it, grip it, fuck it... any and everything. If it can be done, he'll do it to your ass.

☆ DON : thighs

Don likes to rest. He's content with just sitting. Napping, reading a book, just nothing too strenuous. One day you came and sat on his thigh after washing the dishes, and the way your thighs squished and spread had him curious. Despite being married for a few years, you two had only been intimate a handful of times, which meant he hadn't paid your body much attention. So he began to invite you to sit on his lap, and one hand would idly caress your thighs while the other would jot down notes as he prepped for his next sermon.

☆ VADER : hips

He feels like he has control over you when he holds you by your hips. Plus his hands are so large, it's hard for you to get out of his grasp... generally.

☆ AJ : ass

AJ can appreciate any woman's body, but it's something about a girl's ass that always gets him. He's always at fancy gatherings courtesy of his job, so there are always women wearing fancy dresses - most that accentuate their figures. Also, strip clubs. Can't forget those. His favorite thing about the clubs is the dancers bending over right in his face. All he wants to do is give their asses a good, firm smack. He wished they had a bit more, though. Why do they always hire skinny, flat girls to be dancers?

☆ LEO : hips

You two went to dinner after getting engaged, and the dress you wore had him in a frenzy. It wasn't a skimpy dress or anything either, it just accentuated your natural curves. While he was guiding you around, his hand was on your hips at all times. He'd occasionally give a slight squeeze, not to tease you, just because he needed to have a feel of you constantly.

☆ STEPHEN : thighs + boobs

Stevie likes anything about a woman that's maternal. Or, what he considers maternal. Big breasts, thick thighs... those are all things he associates with a mature woman. So naturally, he wants a woman with those physical attributes!

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bimbo-baggins17 · 2 months ago

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Pookie your thoughts on nudist beach with the boys or just going to a beach/lake that's completely hidden and nobody has ever been there and it's secluded so you could just walk and fuck any where u want with out fear of being seen of heard

I think all of them would be interested it’s just the reactions that would be different.

Sam would try to play it off all nonchalant like he didn’t care but really his hands are suddenly clammy and his heart racing. Same with Scott. They got you bent over, face pressed against a tree. I think Sam and Scott are pretty much the same character just different styles

Anakin doesn’t care where you guys are. Anywhere he wants. Anywhere you want. If his dick is hard and he can get your pants down, he’s fucking you

James would try to make it a bit more romantic than just fucking outside if that makes sense. More tender but he doesn’t care as long as he has you.

Jacob and Lorenzo? They’re used to fucking outside so it’s not that big of a thing to either of them but they’re absolutely down for it. Wherever you want.

Clay would fuck in the water.

Don would try to find more of a nicer place. A bed of wildflowers maybe?

Do you really think you got Kurt to go outside?

#rain answers ˚₊‧꒰ა 🌧️ ໒꒱ ‧₊˚#blue <33 #anakin skywalker #don piper #kurt matheson #sam monroe #scott Barringer #clay beresford #james kelly #lorenzo di lamberti #jacob outcast

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hayden-christensen-verse · 2 months ago

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⋆｡˚୨ Oh Force ୧˚｡⋆

synopsis: anakin is away on a mission and (y/n) is back home on coruscant and feeling lonely and what better way to cure that loneliness than to force fuck you husband

warning: SHIT WRITING, reader is apart of a species that can has both reproductive organs that can be shifted between (kind of like the stew-john obi wan au), force phantom hands, dick, mouth. ghost cum lmao think force ghost, Anakin is ascending to another plain, consensual somnophilia, reader has a muscular body due to also being a jedi. this makes absolutely no sense lmao

here pookie @bimbo-baggins17

no ones pov

the shuffling of sheets are heard in the quiet bedroom upon the Venator-class Star Destroyer. Anakin tosses and turns before laying on his belly and letting out a huff, finally starting to drift off to sleep, his tense muscles relaxing unbeknownst to him his darling wife has other ideas

(y/n) pov

i lay on me and Anakin's bed in our home on coruscant, the longing and lust for the pretty jedi increases as i shift around on the firm bed. sighing i throw of the blanket off and run my hand down my chest, giving my boobs a nice squeeze and pinch and pull on the bud. i continue my way down my body i slide my hand under my panties and rub my clit in tight mild circles, tossing my head back in a breathy moan. i part my legs wider to slip a few fingers into my moist hole and slowly stretch myself open, after i loosen up i start thrusting my fingers faster and adding more fingers. i feel my climax approaching as i bite my lip and let out a load moan as i squirt drenching the bedsheets. i pant heavily as i calm down and i begin to think and remember something that Anakin did to me during a council meeting a few months prior. a wicked smile makes its way onto my face as i shift my cunt into a cock, one that matches Anakin in size and width, giving it a few strokes i begin my plan and Anakin is in for a surprise~

Anakin's pov

i lay on my belly in a deep sleep completely unaware of what's about to happen. i wake up still dazed to something spreading my cheeks open and something wet tracing my hole. puling off the blankets and seeing ghostly form of my wife as she holds my cheeks apart and her ghostly tongue lapping at my hole, i lets out a soft moan as i become more alert. i feel an tingling in my head then i hear her voice in my head saying this is pay back for what i did months ago. slowly she pushes her tongue into my hole, stretching me out. i grip the sheets as she eats me out, she reaches up and puts her ghostly fingers Infront of my mouth to suck, i part my lips and take her fingers in and suck and lather her fingers in my spit. she pulls her fingers out and brings them down to push into my ass and stretch me open. after a few minutes she takes the out and flips me onto my back and throws my legs over her shoulders, putting me into a mating press.

"you ready pretty boy, ready for me to breed that pretty little ass of yours~?" she whispers out, i nod and let out a garbled moan as she prods against my puckered hole before pushing in. i throw my head back loudly moaning as i grip the sheets tightly, my back arched into the air. she slides in fully and stills waiting for me to adjust to the sudden intrusion. i give a chocked out 'move' in between light cries. she starts thrusting and picking up the pace as i loosen up for her cock, pounding my ass repeatedly. the wet and sticky noises of fluids bounce of the walls along with grunts, moans and cries from the both of us. she leans down and captures my lips into as kiss as she reaches between us and grasps my cock, finding out that its rock hard and dripping pre. she pumps my cock in tandem with her thrusts, causing me to squeal in pleasure at the dual stimulation as i squirm wildly trying to escape. my climax rapidly approaches as does her seeing as she's going faster then she was previously. throwing my head back, eyes rolling into my head, mouth open as scream cumming in her ghostly hand and my abdomen, i feel her cumming in my ass as she slightly rocks her hips to prolong our orgasms. she ghostly form pulls out, smirking as she watches her ghostly blue cum dribble out of my fucked hole, she scoops it up and pushes it back in as she lowers my legs from her shoulders. she peppers ghostly kisses on my face along with praises before disappearing leaving me alone in my room. I'm thankful that the rooms are sound proof and nothing can be heard, it would be awkward to explain the sounds. i lay there lip, in a fucked out haze, my hole twitching and leaking the semi transparent blue cum onto the sheets as i think of what the hell just happened as i pass out into a deep slumber knowing im gonna be sore in the moring.

(y/n) pov

I pant as I lay on my bed, letting out a giggle with a lopsided smile on my lips, as I push my hair out of my face. I know I'm definitely getting it when he returns home for this little stunt, and I can't wait

#anakin x reader #hayden christensen #star wars anakin #star wars #james kelly x reader #kurt matheson x reader #sam monroe x reader #stephen glass smut #clay beresford x reader smut

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vrby9 · 3 months ago

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Curtainly looking, and needing to be one of haydens look alike girlfriend I am a good girlfriend i promise‼️ I wouldn't cheat or flirt with anyone while I'm dating I PROMISJSIE ANY HAYDEN LOOK ALIKES TAKE ME PLESDESSES IM TOO DESPERATE any other hayden roleplayers I js need someone bad🙏

I take girls too like @erosmutt @cupidkyu or anyone

I'm available right now.

#hayden christensen #sam monroe #james kelly #clayton beresford #lorenzo di lamberti #scott barringer #billy quinn #kurt matheson #anakin skywalker

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adorbzliz · 7 months ago

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if yall don’t start posting some Hayden Christiansen fics (including characters he plays) im genuinely gonna tweak out. 😊👹🙈

#anakin skywalker #hayden christensen x reader #hayden christiansen x you #hayden christensen #sam monroe x you #sam monroe x reader #sam monroe #scott barringer #clay beresford #james kelly #anakin skywalker x reader #kurt matheson

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s1aywalker · 6 months ago

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꒰ა ♱ ໒꒱ a cross on her bedroom wall, from grace she will fall. ꨄ

↷ ✩ —— alyssa, she/her, twenties, sagittarius, editor, metalhead. james kelly's legal wife. minors dni | 18+ ♡ this is a hayden hub dedicated to tossing all my character thoughts / edits / fanfic recs / sometimes my own writing into one place.

☆⋆｡𖦹°‧★ navigation: ↷

—— links: personal blog. tiktok. spotify. bots.

about me ↬ your local metalhead mom. i promise my name is actually alyssa, i don't associate with miss girl from laah. i've been wasting time in photoshop and writing since the beginning of time— i have several roleplay blogs for several hayden characters, and maybe i'll give them out if everybody promises to be extra cool about it. requests are open !

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tba.

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alt! reader girlfriend headcanons (nsfw)

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donnieslvrgrl · 1 month ago

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speaknow-sw · 3 months ago

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𝒦𝐼𝒩𝒦𝒯𝒪𝐵𝐸𝑅 𝟤𝟢𝟤𝟦

03/10/2024, Prompt : Glory Hole & Daddy Kink with Kurt Matheson

A/N : mdni, ddne content, knife play, non-con.

First kinktober fic ! Really excited to share this one cuz my baby Kurt deserves better. Anywayyy enjoy lovelies !

𝒯𝑒𝒶𝒸𝒽 𝓎𝑜𝓊

Naturally, laughter came to his mind when he found a lower half of a naked body lodged in the wall of a back alley he stumbled upon. Kurt chuckled, approaching the smooth calves of a girl squirming, naked from the waist down, your firm, round ass rounded out towards him.

The wriggling stopped, as if it heard his footsteps. A street lamp above blinked made a frizzling noise like it was broken, washing them in orangish light then in dark again. Then there was a voice, young and scratchy-rough.

“Hello? Is someone there?” You squealed

Kurt halted, breath caught. The voice sounded disturbingly familiar. Like— his ward. The young girl he took in after the storms…

“Please, anyone, help me.” You squirmed, seemingly unable to dislodge yourself on your own from being stuck in the wall. Kurt could see the flush spread down your ankles in mortification. “I—ah—please. I didn’t mean to get stuck. I only wanted to try for a bit…now I can’t get out…please.” You explained pitifully.

Kurt approached slowly, only now seeing the hole in its entirety drilled into the wall. You squirmed again, legs spread wide from the effort and showing your little pink cunt.

What were you thinking ? Kurt felt the frustration lance through him even with liquor. They were in a dark corner but enough for the unsavory drunkards to find you like this, helpless, vulnerable and bare, smelling of an aroused woman ripe for taking. Convenient. Perfectly hip height, for anyone to slide in. How could his little girl be so reckless? He knew better than this. Every man would have taken it as an invitation, as Kurt himself did.

Light flickered back bright again, your ass illuminated like in the spotlight. This close, Kurt could see…everything, those tightly pursed lips, flushed, with a light dusting of fine hair and a small beauty spot on one fold as you struggled.

Heat spread through the tips of Kurt’s fingers. You really were pretty, wasn't you ? His sweet girl. With a pussy like that you would be taken by anyone passing by. Kurt felt his drunk self smooth a hand down that ass. He found himself on his knees, soaking in a rain puddle and eye level with where the cloying scent of a woman was the strongest.

“What—what are you doing?” You squeaked from the other side of the wall, your voice cracking.

What would anyone that came across this would do. Kurt pressed his face between your gleaming thighs and almost moaned. You smelled so good, overripe and dripping. As his tongue prodded against where your hole was opened, Kurt barely could muffle his own sounds, eyes rolling back with only the taste of it on his tongue. Your slick still had a tang to it, not yet a seasoned woman. The beast in him almost purred, grabbing each cheek and spreading them. Kurt was soon licking you open, broad strokes over your clit, you bucking on his tongue.

You whimpered helplessly « Ngh…please, no… » Kurt’s fingers dug into your flesh, controlling your hips as his tongue flicked over your clit. The sounds you made only fueled him, a delightful symphony to his ears. Soon, his tongue found your entrance, parting the folds and sinking in, his nose burrowing against your clit.

His other hand traced the curve of your hip, his fingers tapping on the wall in time with his tongue. It was a rhythm you couldn’t escape, and Kurt knew it. His hand slapped your ass, and the sound echoed through the alley, as he plunged his tongue into you again.

Your whimpers turned to moans, the wet sounds of his tongue working you wetter, and Kurt was only too glad to be the one causing it. He let out a guttural growl, his tongue fucking you through the hole, the taste of you intoxicating.

“Fuck, you're so fucking tight,” he mumbled, licking you fervently.

The next slap was harder, leaving a red handprint on your ass. His other hand grabbed your thigh, his fingers digging in as he fucked you with his tongue. Kurt’s teeth grazed your clit, and you cried out, squirming.

“You like that, baby? Like your daddy playing with you?” Kurt hissed, unmistakable lust tainting his voice. He pulled his tongue out, leaving you gasping for breath, only to thrust it back in. “Tell me, you want to cum, don't you?”

Kurt pulled back, a low chuckle rumbling in his chest. He could see your clit was swollen, your pussy lips glistening with his saliva. He wiped his mouth with the back of his hand, a satisfied smirk playing on his lips.

“Look at you, all flushed and wet,” he murmured, his voice a low growl. “You’re a mess, baby. A beautiful, fucking mess.”

He stood up, his knees popping from the cold and wet ground. His eyes trailed over your body, lingering on your heaving chest, the way your breath hitched. He reached into his pocket, pulling out a small, worn knife, the blade glinting in the dim light.

“Now, now, don’t cry, doll,” he said, his voice softening slightly. He knelt back down, the knife held between his teeth as he grabbed your hips, steadying you. “I’m just gonna help you out, yeah?”

He pressed the blade against the wall, the metal scraping against the brick. He could feel your body tense, your breath hitching. But he knew you trusted him, even as your heart pounded in your chest.

“Just a little cut, baby,” he whispered, his voice soothing. “And then I’ll be inside you. You want that, don’t you? You want your daddy to fuck you?”

Kurt let out a soft chuckle, the sound rumbling in his chest. He could feel your body trembling, could hear the nonsensical words spilling from your lips. He knew you were close to the edge, could feel it in the way your body was tensing and releasing.

He put the knife away, not wanting to rush this. He wanted to savor every moment, every sound, every sensation. He needed to teach you not to give your cunt to strangers. He leaned in, his breath hot against your ear.

“Shh, baby,” he murmured, his voice low and soothing. “It’s okay. I’ve got you. Just relax, yeah?”

He trailed his fingers up your thigh, feeling the goosebumps rise in their wake. He could practically see your nipples hardening, could feel your breathing hitching. He leaned in, his lips brushing against your ear.

“You’re so fucking beautiful, baby,” he whispered, his voice rough with desire. “I can’t wait to feel you come undone around me.”

He grabbed your hips, his fingers digging into your flesh as he lined himself up. He could feel your heat, could feel your wetness coating him. He let out a low groan, his cock throbbing with need.

“You ready, baby?” he asked, his voice a low growl. “You ready for daddy to fuck you?”

Kurt’s eyes met yours, a predatory smile on his lips. He thrust forward, burying himself in you to the hilt. He groaned, feeling your tightness gripping him like a vice. The sound of your moan echoed through the alley, the intensity of it sending shivers down his spine.

He pulled back, slowly, teasingly, and then slammed back into you, his hips moving in a frenzy. The sound of flesh meeting flesh filled the air, the only illumination the flickering street lamp.

He grabbed your hips, his fingers digging into your flesh, controlling your movements. Each thrust was harder, deeper, causing you to cry out in pleasure. Kurt could feel your walls clenching around him, milking his cock.

“Fuck, you’re so tight, baby,” he hissed, his voice rough with lust. “Such a good little slut.”

He slammed into you again, his pace unrelenting. He could see the glazed look in your eyes, the way your body was trembling, the flush on your cheeks. He leaned in, and slapped your butt cheek roughly.

“Don’t you dare cum without my permission, you hear me?” he growled, his voice a low rumble.

Kurt suddenly wanted the wall gone—more than anything he wanted to see you ruined on his cock, face wet with tears and drool as you were brutally fucked, pull instead on your hair, ask if this has been what you wanted. He would wrench that head back and press his teeth along the curve of your throat, hiking one leg up to spread you, asking if this was how irresponsible you were, not even waiting to be at home to stick his cock in your cunt.

He whispered « Baby slut, so fucking wet for me, you felt so empty didn’t you, desperate for anything to fill you up ? » into the wall as you helplessly shuddered and squirted around him. Would you want to hide his sounds? Or would you shamelessly beg for another ?

Kurt’s hold on you tightened, his thrusts becoming more frantic. He felt your body shuddering, knew you were on the edge.

“That’s it, baby,” he growled, his voice a low rumble. “Cum for me, baby. Cum all over daddy’s cock.”

He slammed into you one final time, his own release imminent. He could feel the heat building in his balls, the pressure nearly unbearable.

“Fuck, I’m gonna cum, baby,” he hissed, his voice rough.

Kurt let out a low growl, his hot seed spilling into you. He pressed his face against the wall, his cock pulsing deep inside you as he rode out his orgasm.

He slowly pulled out, his cock leaving a wet trail as it exited you. He stood up, wiping himself off before tucking himself in.

“There we go,” he murmured, his voice soft with satisfaction. “Safe and sound.”

He smiled, his eyes lingering on you before he turned and walked away, leaving you to catch your breath, alone and still stuck...

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