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[skywalkoverme]

𝐒𝐰𝐞𝐞𝐭 𝐍𝐞𝐜𝐭𝐚𝐫: One Shot

𐙚 James Kelly x Fem! Reader 𐙚 18+ MDNI

Summary: Night at home with your fiance while ovulating.

Warnings/contains: breeding kink, dom! male, sub! fem, outside sex, ovulation, choking, hair pulling, teasing, not proof read-- english is not my first language!

a/n: In my head, James has a breeding kink so here you are. Mwah!

Word Count: 2k // More soon on my Master list! + follow & reblog pls

Initially, it was quiet.

With your daughter in your arms, you step into the kitchen, “Frankie. Time to go.”

“It’s not even 8pm-” James’ brother protested as he crushed out the cigarette in the stained ashtray, taking a sip of beer. He was trying to act as if he was going to stick around awhile. He probably wanted to. “I’m sure the little darling can stay up with her favorite uncle.” He scrunched his finger at the little girl.

“James.”

Frankie rolled his eyes, putting the beer on the table. “Fine, guess I’ll head out.” He got up from the table and passed by you, ruffling your hair like you were a teenager, rather than nearing thirty and a mother of a little girl. He stopped at the front door, looking back at you with a smirk. “I’ll be back tomorrow.”

“Like hell.”

You lay your daughter in her bed and pulled the covers up to her neck. Your sweetheart looked so peaceful, sound asleep. You closed the door gently, not wanting her to be woken up.

When you walked into the living room, you could see your fiancé sitting there, beer in hand. He sat in his usual spot on the couch, feet propped up on the coffee table. It was almost like clockwork, the exact same scene you had seen many, many times before. You began to rearrange some mail and pick up glasses, taking them into the kitchen. “How was work?”

“Fine.” He said softly, flipping through channels; His arm outstretched with his palm on the back of his head. James settled on an old western movie before taking another sip of his beer. A silver chain lay over his collarbones and down the center his chest. You took a deep inhale, watching him from the corridor.

“You want dessert?”

“Not now, no.” You bounced your bent knee. “Why are you hidin’, Doll?” He looked over his shoulder.

“I’m right here.”

“Yeah, but you keep touchin’ stuff, cleaning.” He said gruffly and waved his hand. “I ain’t seen ya all day. Come sit down.” You found your place on his lap. James ran his callused palm over your soft thighs; his fingers went through your shorts and up your hip. You leaned on him, soft kisses from your neck down to your breasts.

“What’s this one called?” Your fingers buried in his short hair as he pressed his face on your tits, rather distracted by your curves.

“Red River.” He mumbled and tugged at your flattering tank top. “You smell so nice~ like vanilla cream cake.”

“Thank you.”

You sipped from his cold beer before placing it on the table. James pulled you with him as he lay back, your thighs spread around his hips. “Are you tryin’ to get fucked, pretty girl?” A firm slap met your ass; you bit your lip, grinding against his buckle.

“I can’t show you affection…?” He smirked, and grabbed your cheek, playfully squeezing, “I missed you~ You’ve been gone all day.” You sighed dramatically, taking his thumb into your mouth. He just sighed, shaking his head slightly as if it was a lost cause. Then you had to go right ahead and suck on his thumb. That was just like you.

He watched you silently for a moment, his thumb still in your mouth. You were so soon to be a mess right now and yet trying to get him to cave. “You’re damn lucky you look so pretty.” You took more of his fingers into your mouth. It was like a damn switch had been flipped. He was starting to get wrapped around your little finger, as usual. He had a weakness for you, and you knew it, always had known it. “Flattery.” He said with a scoff, his hand still against your face.

“Is it working?” It was. That much was obvious. Your hands ran up his sides beneath his white tank.

“You know damn well it does.” It was almost impossible for him to resist you when you start buttering him up.

“You wanna cum in my pussy?”

“Y- yeah.”

“Is that right?” You teased; your fingers grazed his nipples.

He was trying to stay as cool and collected as he could, but that almost broke him. “Y- yes, Baby.” He let out a heavy breath, leaning down to press his face into the crook of your neck, taking a deep breath. “J- Just let me look at ya, ok?” You knew he was holding out to tease you. Rather than waiting, you bounce your hips on him. James sighed deeply as your ass jiggled on his belt. It was so obvious how you were trying to rile him up. He was starting to lose control, just as predicted. He took another deep breath near your neck, taking in the scent of your hair. “You are just asking for it. And I’m in the mood to give you what you want.” You playfully hummed and rose off him. “C’mon, I just said I’d fuck you! Wait!”

“Shhh, the baby is sleeping.”

“Yes, Ma’am.” He followed, holding his pants up, heavy breaths from his lips.

You wandered to the back porch, holding onto a tree trunk. James licked his lips upon seeing your bare feet pressed on the sod, and supple curves beneath those clothes. “You know me~ I like sex with a view.” Past the sod, dusk settled over the field of green. He was watching you silently for a few moments, watching you get into position as you pulled your panties to the side. He let out another heavy breath, pushing up behind you, his body pressed against yours. “And what do you think you’re doing…?”

“Oh, don’t be modest.” He said, gently caressing your pussy with two digits. He leaned down, nipping at your neck, his teeth grazing your skin. “Didn’t I tell you about walking away from me, baby?” You could only nod as he suckled hickies on your skin. “I’ll make sure you learn that lesson.” He grabbed your hip with one hand, the other grabbing your hair and giving it a sharp pull, so that your face was facing him. He wanted to see every expression on your face as he gave you what you needed.

“James, sweetie.” It was obvious from just the expression on your face how much you were enjoying it. He pulled your hair again, getting your attention and forcing you to look him in the eye. “I adore you.”

“You are somethin’…” He was tracing you with his fingertips, running them over the curve of your ass. He wanted to ruin that pretty hole with his big cock but wanted to take his time taking you apart before that. “Spread out for me, doin’ whatever I tell you on the first command...what’s gotten into you?”

“Tell me I’m yours.”

He gripped your hair tightly, forcing you still as his warm cock pressed on you through his boxers. “You’re mine, baby. You belong to me. You know that don’t you?”

“I do.” You said through heavy pants as your ass held his cock.

He leaned closer, pressing his mouth against your ear so he could whisper to you. “And you’re gonna let me take whatever I want, right? Whatever I want, because you know you’re my good little girl.” It took your all not to nuzzle into his palm. He loved how eager you were, how willing you were to do whatever he asked of you, when he asked it of you. He rubbed his fingers against your wet slit, sliding them in with ease, getting them nice and wet. “You’ve been waiting for me to take care of you all day?”

“Y- yes, I have.”

“What is it you want to ask me, doll, hm?”

“Please…cum in me….” You whimpered as he fingered your pussy, tightly curled to your core.

He pulled your head back by your hair again, his face right next to yours, his fingers still inside of you. “You want me to give you another baby, huh? You want me to fill up your pretty pussy again?” He was holding you close to him, his hips pressed against your ass. He was staring into your eyes, not letting you break eye contact. “Now that I think about it…you were a brat yesterday. Is that why you’re so sweet today?” You said nothing, simply smiling under him. “Yeah, I figured.” He chuckled, using one hand to rub your thigh lazily before giving it a squeeze.

“You’ll forgive me, right?” Without much warning, James finally slips his length inside of you. He growled as he felt your tight pussy wrapped around him, getting right back to that familiar place inside of you. You shut your eyes tightly and grabbed his palm on your hip. “M- Nghh~” Your thighs trembled with his first strokes.

“You know I will, princess. But you were acting up again, weren’t you? You know what happens when you act up.” He pushed you up onto his lap until your face was right next to his. He held you by the hips, grinding you gently back and forth, his mouth close to your ear. “I’ve lost track of how many times I’ve came in you. You’ve got this pretty, and fertile body, you just need someone to plant a baby in it, don’t you?” He sucked on your neck, embracing your skin roughly.

“I need dick.” You pout and pull him closer. He could tell you were ovulating, but he loved when you acted like this. He grabbed your face and kissed you softly.  

“You want me to fill you up, huh Doll? You want me to knock you up, give you a baby?” He ran his shaft through your cunt; precum and your wetness covered his cock. You grind against him, savoring every second of him. “You’re just desperate for it, aren’t you? You want me to pump a baby into that tight little pussy. Say it.”

“I want you…you to get me pregnant~”

“You’re just a little breeding machine, aren’t you? That’s all you’re good for, baby?” He leaned into your ear, nipping at the tip and chuckling. You tried to focus on his warm, gentle touch but as his cock pushed against your cervix, only desperate and breathless whimpers left your lips. “I haven’t made you take all of me for a while.” You nodded and held onto his neck. “You can take it, its ok.”

James hugged your sides, guiding your body up and down. “D- feels so good~” A rather distracted and helpless plea, “Please…keep going.”

He leaned forward, making sure you were pressed tightly against him, his eyes locked on yours. “You’re my pretty girl.” You nod with him, “You know I love you, baby, right?” Again, you nod, your legs closed around him, “You don’t have to hold it in. Finish for me, baby.” The tight feeling in your core released as you stared in his blue eyes, squirt sprays from your cunt onto his body; you soaked his tank and boxers with a gentle pulse. He lay a soft touch on your pussy and grazed your clitoris. “Do you want me to cum inside?”

“Yes.”

He leaned down to kiss your neck as his hands ran over your body, gripping your hips and giving them a rough squeeze. You let out a helpless moan as you felt your pussy fill to the brim. From your core, you could feel him throb inside of you. He loved to do that. He knew how oversensitive you got and loved to push you until you cried and trembled. “Shhh, let me take care of you, baby.”

After a few moments, he carried you around his hips, and into the house once more. James gently stroked your cheek as you were taken into the bedroom. He kicked the door closed and pulled off his tank top.

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A/N: Some squirter representation!!

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[anakinstwinklebunny]

PAIRING: anakin skywalker x f!reader

SMUT ❦

Lazy Sundays with ANAKIN SKYWALKER were as productive as every normal person's weekend. It started with small kisses up your bare, mostly exposed back, up over your spine. It all tingled your sleepy senses, igniting a small, hoarse whimpers at the back of your throat. Especially when you felt his lips move over your neck.

And in all seriousness, Anakin was needy..to say the least. That man could be unstoppable after a long lasting mission. So it was just a matter of time when you felt a slow, steady push stretching you open—thick, deep, yet so unbearably gentle it made your breath hitch in your throat. Your body trembled under the sheer ache of it, as you were still half-asleep, still wrapped in the drowsy haze of morning.

He didn't even rush. Just kept pressing inside, inch by aching inch, letting you feel all of his ten inches.

You whined softly, squirming over his arm draped around your waist, toned bare chest flush against your back, lips grazing lazily over your shoulder.

"Ani..." your voice was a sleepy, slurred whimper, side of your face hiding in your pillow

A deep, pleased hum rumbled from his chest "Good-" his hips rolled forward just enough to make you whimper again "-morning" he emphasized the word with another thrust "just relax baby..gonna take you to the best damn place in the whole galaxy"

Relax? How were you supposed to relax when he was stretching you open like this? When his stupid, perfect cock was buried deep, pressing right up against that spot inside you that made you see exactly what he wanted you to see?

Your fingers fisted in the sheets, sleepy mind struggling to keep up with the way he moved—slow, too deep, all torturous.

"Ohhh…"

A slow smirk tugged at his lips as he nuzzled against your neck, nose brushing the sensitive skin there. "That’s it," he murmured, tone so smug it made your face burn. "Such a good girl for me in the morning…missed you a lot baby..so much"

You whined softly, overwhelmed, overstimulated, but he—the absolute bastard—just kept rocking into you in those steady, deliberate thrusts, big hand splayed over your stomach, holding you there, letting his pride rise over the fact how deep he was in you

"Feels so perfect, little one," he groaned against your ear, voice all low and gravelly "So soft. So warm around my cock."

Your body clenched around him in response, to which of course he felt it. You knew he did, because he let out the most obnoxious little, raspy chuckle, nipping playfully at your bare shoulder. "Oh? You like that, don’t you?*"

You wanted to slap the grin off his face..or kiss it. You were way too far gone to decide right now.

"Ani… please…" you whimpered, fingers grasping at his veiny arm, trying to pull him closer, even though he was already pressed as close as he could be.

His pace deepened, dragging against every sensitive spot inside you, slow and thorough in a way that made your stomach clench, your toes curl. You felt yourself spiraling, breath hitching, pleasure coiling so tightly inside you that it felt impossible to hold back.

"There we go" he purred against your neck, hips rolling forward in the most delicious way, hand gripping your thigh to pull you even closer. "Just feel it baby"

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[citysuk]

a sunday kind of love | anakin skywalker

paring: modern!anakin skywalker x fem!reader

summary: after a long saturday working, you go back to your home directly to bed. anakin makes sure that when you wake up on sunday, you're being taken care of.

words: 1.5k

warnings: ‼️INTIMACY‼️ like the fluffiest, purest, most beautiful relationship EVER. emm mentions of food, and i think that's all? if i forgot something Imk. no use of y/n but no oc neither. no proofread.

notes: *taps mic* hello... 👉🏻👈🏻I'm back from the grave, life it's been a roller coaster lately, too much on my plate bla bla bla. anyways, enjoy this one, it's short but made with love. i fully recommend to read this listening to 'a sunday kind of love' and 'at last' by the one and only etta james 🙂‍↕🙂‍↕ if you enjoy it please don't forget to like and reblog to show some appreciation, thank uuu 🫶🏻

Anakin padded quietly back into the bedroom, his hair still tousled from sleep, pajama shirt riding up just enough to reveal the sharp curve of his hip bone and the waistband of his boxers. He moved carefully, not wanting to wake you too abruptly—not after how exhausted you were the night before. But worry still gnawed at him.

"Babe, you awake?" His voice was low, husky from the remnants of sleep.

A muffled groan stirred from beneath the sheets, followed by a lazy stretch. The covers shifted, and then your face peeked out, eyes squinting against the golden morning light spilling into the room.

"Yeah," you murmured, voice thick with sleep. "I'm awake."

Anakin’s lips curled into a slow, lopsided smile as he made his way to the bed. He sank down beside you, his fingers reaching out almost instinctively, brushing against your arm. His gaze wandered over you—the messy hair, the way the sheets pooled around your waist, the sleepy daze still softening your features.

"Good morning, beautiful," he murmured, voice like a promise.

A warmth bloomed in your chest at his words, and despite your lingering drowsiness, you couldn't help but return his smile.

"Good morning," you whispered, stretching your arms above your head before running a hand through your tangled hair.

Anakin reached for your fingers, threading his own through them like it was second nature. He tugged gently, coaxing you closer until your legs brushed against his.

"Did you sleep well?" he asked, thumb ghosting over the back of your hand.

You nodded, shifting toward him. "Yeah," you said, voice still carrying the soft rasp of sleep.

His grip tightened just a fraction, bringing your knuckles to his lips for a lingering kiss. His gaze never wavered from yours. "I missed you last night."

Guilt prickled at you. You knew he wasn’t upset, but the thought of leaving him waiting while you dozed off weighed on you. You looked down at your intertwined hands. "I'm sorry," you murmured. "I was just so tired from work—I didn’t mean to fall asleep so early."

Anakin exhaled softly, tilting your chin up so your eyes met his. "You don’t have to apologize, babe," he reassured. "I just wish you’d told me how exhausted you were. We could’ve just cuddled instead of pretending to watch that movie."

A small, guilty smile played at your lips. "I didn’t want to disappoint you," you admitted, biting your lip. "I know how much you were looking forward to it."

His chuckle was warm, rumbling deep in his chest as he pulled you into his lap with ease. His arms looped around your waist, holding you like he never wanted to let go.

"Babe, I’d rather have you in my arms than any movie," he murmured, pressing his face into the crook of your neck.

A shiver ran down your spine at the heat of his breath on your skin.

"Don't say it like that," you whispered, melting into his embrace.

"Like what?" he teased, lips ghosting along your collarbone.

"Like you mean it," you admitted, voice barely above a breath. "Because it makes me all warm in my tummy."

Anakin smirked, his lips pressing a lingering kiss against your skin. "That’s the point, sweetheart," he murmured, his voice a slow drawl. "I want to make you feel all warm and gooey inside."

A quiet gasp escaped you as he found a sensitive spot near your jaw, the warmth of his mouth sending a pleasant shudder through you.

"You're insufferable," you muttered, feigning exasperation.

"But you love me," he countered, his voice a murmur against your skin, his fingers tracing slow, absent-minded circles along your back.

You sighed, resting your forehead against his. "I do," you admitted softly. "I love you more than words can say."

His arms tightened around you, pulling you impossibly closer. "Good," he murmured. "Because I love you too. More than anything."

You buried your face in his shoulder, inhaling his familiar scent, the warmth of him grounding you in a way nothing else could. For a long moment, you simply stayed like that—wrapped up in him, safe in the slow rhythm of his heartbeat against your cheek.

Then, barely above a whisper, you asked, "Will you love me tomorrow?"

Anakin pulled back just enough to catch your gaze, his expression soft but certain.

"Tomorrow," he promised, pressing a kiss to your temple. "And Tuesday. And Wednesday. And every day after that." His fingers tucked a loose strand of hair behind your ear, his touch lingering. "For as long as I live, I'll love you."

Your heart squeezed, a quiet kind of joy unfurling inside you.

"Even if I get old and wrinkly?" you teased, your lips quirking.

Anakin huffed out a laugh. "Especially if you get old and wrinkly," he declared. "I'll still be falling all over myself for you, no matter how many wrinkles you have."

You laughed, swatting at his chest. "You're ridiculous."

He caught your hand before it could retreat, bringing it to his lips. "Let's stay in bed all day," he murmured, pressing a kiss to each fingertip. "Forget everything else."

You felt the steady thump of his heart under your palm as he placed your hand over his chest.

"Is that a command?" you asked, a teasing lilt in your voice.

Anakin hummed, tilting his head. "A command and a request," he mused, lips twitching. "If you’ll let me."

Feigning deep consideration, you sighed dramatically. "Fine," you relented, your smile betraying you. "I suppose I’ll just have to suffer through a whole day in bed with you."

His grin was smug. "Oh, what a hardship."

"But," you added, lifting a finger, "I have one condition."

Anakin raised an eyebrow. "And what might that be?"

You tapped your chin in mock contemplation. "Breakfast in bed. Pancakes. And an espresso."

He smirked. "Is that all? I was expecting something more outrageous."

You shrugged. "I suppose I could add a massage to that list."

His smirk deepened. "Well, aren’t you demanding?" He leaned in, his lips brushing your ear. "I can make your breakfast. But the massage is going to cost you."

You arched an eyebrow. "Oh? And what’s the price?"

He grinned, a devilish glint in his eyes. "You’ll find out after breakfast."

You shivered at his touch, your breath catching in your throat. "You're such a tease," you murmured, voice laced with amusement and something softer, something warmer. "Fine. But those pancakes better be extra fluffy."

Anakin let out a low chuckle, his lips barely brushing against your skin as he spoke. "Babe, you know I'll make them the fluffiest pancakes you've ever had," he promised, his hands roaming lazily over your back. "And I'll even throw in some whipped cream and strawberries on top."

Your stomach growled at the thought, and you couldn’t help but laugh. "You really know the way to my heart," you mused, tilting your head back to look at him. "Breakfast in bed and pancakes with strawberries? You're spoiling me."

He grinned, clearly pleased with himself. "And a foot rub," he added, hands drifting down to your thighs, fingers tracing idle patterns over your skin. "Just for good measure."

A pleased hum left your lips as you melted further into his touch. "Mmm, you drive a hard bargain," you teased, your voice turning into a low purr. "But I think I can agree to those terms."

His smirk deepened, hands sliding up your thighs, teasing at the hem of your shorts. "You won’t regret it," he murmured, his voice dropping an octave, thick with promise. "I guarantee it."

A shiver ran down your spine, heat blooming beneath your skin at the way he was looking at you. "I never do," you whispered, eyes half-lidded.

Then, with a smirk, you added, "But I'm warning you, those pancakes better be ready soon or I'll be on a bad mood." His hands now staying still.

"Oh, then I'll get started on them right away," he said, his eyes glued to yours with a large grin on his face. "Can't have you being grumpy in bed all day. It wouldn't be a pleasant experience for either of us."

You nodded, a smirk playing at your lips. "Good," you said, a hint of satisfaction in your voice. "And don't forget the whipped cream.” You say pushing him up teasingly.

He laughed and got out of bed, heading towards the kitchen. "I won't," he called out over his shoulder as he entered the kitchen. "I'll even sprinkle some chocolate chips on top, just for you."

You let out a sigh of contentment, stretching out on the bed and enjoying the morning light that streamed through the window. You lay there, hearing the clang of pans and the rumble of the coffee maker in the kitchen, and you felt a sense of warmth and contentment spread through your body, thinking about how lucky you are to have him in your life. He was stubborn, grumpy and over-protective, but he was also loving, caring and patient. He was the love of your life and he was making you pancakes for breakfast. Life didn't get much better than that.

[anakinsdove]

𝐘𝐞𝐬, 𝐦𝐚𝐬𝐭𝐞𝐫 | 𝐚𝐧𝐚𝐤𝐢𝐧 𝐬𝐤𝐲𝐰𝐚𝐥𝐤𝐞𝐫

pairing: anakin skywalker x fem!padawan!reader

summary: Your master is horny and frustrated, he looks for release at a nasty gloryhole in coruscant… only to find out that that perfect pussy he’s fucking belongs to his padawan.

c/w: gloryhole, p in v, masturbation, power imbalance (very nasty idgf im sorry im horny)

discord - twitter: anakinsdove. -PART 2-

𝐫𝐞𝐪𝐮𝐞𝐬𝐭𝐬 𝐚𝐫𝐞 𝐨𝐩𝐞𝐧! ｡ﾟﾟ･｡･ﾟﾟ｡ ﾟ。Love you

𝘄/𝗰: 1,838

He’s frustrated, Anakin won’t hide it anymore, he even yelled at you this morning, but as soon as he saw your pretty eyes pout at him he regretted it, it’s not even your fault, you’re learning, he’s your master, he’s supposed to teach you, it’s just… you jumping around and swinging your lightsaber does something to him… and he knows it shouldn’t.

It doesn’t matter anymore, how hard and fast he fucks his fleshlight, how hard he grinds against his mattress trying to chase an unsatisfactory high that leaves him as soon as it arrives, the painful dry orgasms he craves and hates, how painfully hard he grips his cock, nothing is enough, not anymore, he craves something else.

someone else

Someone’s pussy he knows he shouldn’t even think about, but he wonders… he wonders if someday he’ll be able to fuck it… how tight and wet you must feel around his cock… could you even take it? Could his sunshine of padawan handle him? He’ll be gentle, he’ll be rough, he’ll be anything you want him to be

Anakin sits on his bed late at night, however this is coruscant, theres always some sort of party going on somewhere, bars, loud noises and music, flashing lights, even nasty gloryholes, this planet is wild… the Jedi temple is luxurious and quiet on the surface…. But in the lower levels of coruscant there are… some interesting things happening, but he’s a Jedi, he knows it’s not right, he’s not sure what part isn’t right, but there’s something that doesn’t click.. maybe it’s the fact that paying for some services are just not what he wants, he wants your stupid creamy fucking pussy wrapped around his cock… what would you call him? Master? Anakin? And there’s the other fact that it’s avoid being recognized with his Jedi robes and his lightsaber… he must go undercover if he wants to get what he wants.

As anakin prepares himself for an adventure he takes a peek of the empty hallways at the Jedi temple, everyone asleep, everyone doesn’t have the same problem as him… it’s quiet and peaceful… he remembers that place, Obi wan and him tracked a criminal a few alleys away, the discrete yet inviting place hiding beneath the shadows… *is that?* *Don’t even say it Anakin….* Obi wan said with an unamused expression… of course it fucking is.

And now his feet has finally led him here….

The first thing her sees is lady.. well only her hands.. her face is covered by a piece of wood, completely anonymous… great, like this he’ll just have to imagine it’s you… he hope it does the trick, he hands her some credits without saying much… then he takes a deep breathe *Focus Anakin… focus* he tells himself… but the loud slapping noises and moans keep distracting him, he feels some sort of sense of guilt, he knows he’s better than this, but again he’s not… and the last thing he thinks before opening that stained curtain is… Obi wan should never know this… Y/N should never know this….

And finally he sees legs spread and in display… the wood creaks beneath his feet, the loud moans Turing of his brain, men acting like animals as they fuck a pussy, they’re in heat, just like him… he even sees some men on their knees eating out some women… interesting… who said chivalry doesn’t exist anymore?

He stops in front a pair of legs… all pretty and spread wide, inviting, a puffy clit that begs to be touched and rubbed nicely, fuck… those pretty legs look just like yours… just like yours… when you swirl around and he takes a small glance of that set of thighs under your skirt…

But he’s nervous… the consent has been already given right? He doesn’t have to talk to her or even know her name… it doesn’t fucking matter because she’s not you… he holds onto her thighs squeezing softly as the girl adjusts slightly feeling that she’s about to have some company, and just as his touch arrived is gone again as they leave goosebumps, he unbuttons his pants slower that he should’ve, he grasps his cock over his boxers and releases it giving himself a few strokes to get himself rock hard, fuck he’s about to get it… he needs it so so so so so fucking bad, he needs her, he…

He rubs his cock against her clit, slapping his tip against it gently as he hears a small gasp behind… *cute* he thinks to himself… fuck it he deserves this.

He pushes himself all the way in

Grabbing onto her ankles and starting with a relentless peace, the girl cries out, he should’ve given her some time to adjusts but he just couldn’t control himself… he pushes his hips forward trying to get his dick as deep as possible as he throws his head back… “fucking- he’ll…” he hopes he’s not fucking a virgin but this girl feels like one, she feels the way you would’ve feel wrapped around him, you’re so… you’re completely devoted to him, your life is Jedi training with your master anakin, missions with Anakin, free time with Anakin… you’re his, you’re his you’re his and only his… then why is he fucking this random girl? Why won’t you love him the way he loves you so he could be fucking you instead… this infuriates him as he pistons her harder… faster, his fingers digging into her skin leaving marks, he doesn’t know if it’s allowed or not.

He huffs and growls trying to control his anger… sweet moans filling his ears and emptying his thoughts… fuck she sounds just like you

He feels a deep connection to this girl he’s fucking, the force, something? Or it’s just her tight pussy? Gummy walls massaging him so fucking nice, his balls pounding agains her cute asshole, he chuckles as he watches her hips struggle against the hardwood, struggling to stay still, he licks his fingers and starts massaging her puffy clit, rubbing nice and slow… nice and slow, contrasting with his brutal pace

Y/n, Y/n, Y/n… One day he’s going to take you…. One fucking day…

A bead of sweat falls from his forehead, he ignores the noisy looks from people as they see the young hot man fucking the young hot woman like an animal, his hips move expertly against yours, he knows what he’s doing and it shows, and there’s not much to do than to trust roughly to fuck his frustration out, he loves this, the feeling but he wants more, a deeper connection, to look into your eyes as he fucks you, your nails digging in his back as he fucks you so hard it hurts…

He pushes herself deeper as the girl cries out because his tip is kissing her cervix a painful kiss.

This girl is wet… and she’s getting wetter every seconds, he feels the little splashes her pussy is making against his thighs… cute.. she’s squirting, anakin rubs her clit faster, you would arch your back right now wouldn’t you? If it were you obviously… he sees the girls hips raise a little and he knows she’s arching, her pretty feet shake over his shoulders as he keeps pounding her

His hips falteres as he nears his release, cock twitching and pulsating nice inside her velvety pussy

“Keep going!”

Shit, her voice even sounds like yours and he knows he’s imagining it because he’s whipped but this only enhances his experience… he’s breathing heavily, he’s panting as he tries to keeps some noises from escaping but they do.. and finally he cums… she squirts and it’s all fireworks and aftershocks, spasms and pure pleasure, his legs wobble, he put on quite a show….

He pants and pants until his breathing finally even, he feels at peace, what every orgasm should be like, not like those painful and dry ones he gives himself, he sees his cum dripping from the girls pussy, fuck, he didn’t even pull out… his head is pounding and he holds the girls thighs tighter… he feels… he feels a connection…. A big one… a deep one… a nice one… he buttons up his pants and gets on his knees, like an spell has been casted on him, he spread her legs even wider and dives in, he moans at the taste as he gives her a long lick, his lips instantly wrapping around her clit… he licks his cum out of her, he’s possessed, eyes rolling back into his head as he feels the girls fingers tangling on his hair…. Cute little whines can be heard, he’s obviously overstimulating her but… he doesn’t care, he doesn’t care, he doesn’t care, he doesn’t care.

He forced his eyes to open and he looks up and sees her fingers now resting over her stomach

And he sees the delicate bracelet around her wrist….

One that he happens to share with you

His eyes widen as he stands up immediately

“Y/n” he says loud enough for you to hear as his words get drowned into the loud sex noises…. The humid air and the smell of sex are prominent.

“Im sorry master” you say apologetic with that little voice of yours, one that indicates that you know you did something wrong but you’re not sorry for it

Now everything makes sense, he told you about this place a few months ago when Obi wan and him found it… the urge the intense craving and the way his legs lead him here, the connection that he felt to this person… why he was drawer to this pretty set of thighs.

It was all you, you lead him here, taking advantage of your connection through the force…

And he fucking loves it

He dives back in savoring your pussy, biting your button delicate and tongue fucking your hole as he tastes himself, his tongue exploring your folds… your fingers tangle around his locks as you cry out again, your legs close around his head and your back arches… perfect perfect, so fucking perfect.

He feels your back arch again and your moans get louder

You’re so close… so so close.

And he’s going to drag you to the edge

And he’s going to make you cum again

Your master Anakin Skywalker is devouring you like a mad man

And it’s okay

“Master master!” You cry out

An hour later you come out of the place as Anakin waits for you in a dark alley, he sees your with your coat and your wobbly legs… the walk back home is quiet, too quiet… no words exchanged, the aura is heavy yet not uncomfortable.. he leads you inside the Jedi temple and you walk to his quarters… a punishment, not in a sexual way, a lecture… something awaits… he pushes you inside and the door locks….

Your heels echoe in the darkness as his arms wrap around your torso… and you breathe in relief.

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[haribo-haydenchristensen]

What would I be without this scene?

[kathiesgf]

our good moment

cw intoxication, stalking including b&e, sexual fantasizing, perverted behavior, smut (dub-con, drunken sex, p in v sex, rough sex) pair stalker!james kelly + female!reader sum james stalks you at the club getting too close to your friends and follows you home to make it clear who you belong to. a/n haven't written in a good while, but i got some love on this idea!!

music blared around the large room as you shuffled onto the dance floor with your friends. they looked at you a certain way, ropes of desire in their minds wanting to pull you in.

the amount of drinks you had alone were enough to make a rich man broke and your legs wobbled across the floor as you bumped hips with others. one of your closer friends, damien, came up behind you and pressed his hips into your ass, holding your waist and swaying with you. the music settled and transitioned as you sipped down another shot and leaned your head back into damien's chest.

"good?" he asked you, slurred from his own drinks. his smile grew as you moved with the music and eventually bent down to tease him. your drunken state wasn't an excuse to do what you did, but you were single and he was behind you. before entering the club, you knew of the boundaries between you and damien as friends. after his second drink and your third, the lines blurred worse than your vision.

across the room was james kelly; he wasn't too close, but he wouldn't let his eyes wander if it meant you were in any danger. part of him followed you as a cautionary detail and the other part of him couldn't let the sight of your new dress go to waste. his phone dinged with a notification that yours was close to dead. "shit," he pressed his tongue behind his teeth and snapped a quick photo of you before dialing a cab.

when he saw damien escorting you out, he trailed the two of you promptly outside. james left the music behind and watched you get into a cab and luckily your friend stayed outside. the companion pocketed his hands and turned, but kelly made himself busy on his phone in a matter of seconds.

he got into his own car and drove to your place, a content condo in the decent part of new orleans. james parked further down the street and tugged up his dark hood, tucking away his phone close to his pocketknife. it didn't take long for him to walk closer to your front door. you let out a small burp and unlocked your door after a few tries. the keypad almost got sick of you until your third try. he swiftly made his way by your front bush and allowed you the safety of hearing your door close, assuming you weren't too disoriented.

he stood and watched a distant kitchen light flicker on. james' hand tapped the code in softly, the only one he knew by heart other than his own passwords. his muscular hand twisted the handle open and he slipped inside, walking the opposite way you did and waiting behind the wall until you were ready to go upstairs.

the only other time he had gotten this close to you was when you brought a date home. he couldn't help it, he's a protector. your protector.

kelly's breath hitched slightly as you undressed your way up the stairs and in only your panties in bra, you flopped on your bed. the comfy cushioning made you groan and feel every dance move coming back to bite you in the ass. he was lucky your stairs didn't creak and even luckier that he counted your drinks.

with swift movements, he was at the top of the stairs and by your doorframe, watching you take off your left shoe and struggle with the right one. he waited a few moments for you to get it until a heavy sigh left your intoxicated lips, causing you to lay back and huff in frustration.

he stepped closer and quietly, kneeling down to where you couldn't see him. his hands reached around your ankle and worked your heel off until you felt the relief.

"better?" he asked quietly, practically talking to himself.

your eyes were shut and opened at his voice, nowhere near alarmed. "huh?"

he didn't stand, but instead trailed his nose up from your leg to your waist. the scent of you made him crazy, he couldn't take it anymore. he never got this close. but again, he has never done this at all.

"it's james," he mumbled against you skin. you looked down at him and smiled drunkenly, "mhm?"

you shook your head and furrowed your brows, "did the cab get me?" you dropped your head back tiredly and felt his hand on your side.

james hummed as he kissed your stomach and slipped his hand behind your back and lifted you to unhook your bra and take it off.

he didn't drop it immediately, but felt it in his hands before setting it aside gently. although he was upset with you and your actions, he couldn't help but have his first time with you be so gentle. it would change when he felt a buzz beside you. your phone flashed and rang slightly under your pillow; damien was calling.

james answered your phone and let it lay for the other man to speak. it was mostly slurred words, but he caught a few babys and sweethearts. he hung up abruptly and turned his attention back at you, looking up at him as his hefty body hovered over your figure.

"damien?" you questioned, recognizing the drunk words of your close friend.

kelly shook his head and grabbed your chin to deny your eyes from your phone, "no, just me. just jamie."

you felt his knee slip between your legs and his face closed in on yours. his little kisses were softer than his grasp.

"you're mad at me?" you questioned in a quiet mumble, muffled by his large hand.

he tilted his head and slipped a finger in your panties, scoffing at how wet you were. he didn't have to answer you. the knuckles of his middle finger bent as he curled it inside of you, pumping slowly and watching your face to make sure you felt it.

james released your face and slipped his hood off, revealing his messy hair and more of his expression. you blinked hard and moaned softly. he fingered faster and added a finger when you got too calm.

you uttered small praises at his actions and smiled lazily when he hissed as how tight you were around his fingers.

"saw you getting slutty with other guys, honey," he retracted his fingers and pulled your panties off, pocketing them quickly. "it's like you forgot about me-"

he hurriedly unbuckled his jeans and pulled his boxers down, pressing his tip against your thigh.

"did you forget our good moment?"

you shook your head and looked down at his cock, sliding down on the edge of the bed a bit and widening your legs. he pushed himself inside of your pussy and groaned at the instant heat. "fuck, those drinks worked you up good, didn't they?" he chuckled softly and held your hips down to fuck into you. he didn't keep a slow pace for long.

the image of you bending down for someone else urged him to speed up. he didn't care if this was a quickie, it was more than a photo of you or scrolling on your social pages. james held your legs up and took in all of your moans, groaning lowly and grunting as he got more aggressive. "can he do this, hm? fuck you like you're not just a piece of ass, but a fuckin' doll?"

you shook your head and held his tatted arm, squinting and trying to put the image of his face together.

"c'mon, c'mon," james groaned, fucking you faster and vigorously. he leaned his head back and then looked back down at you, enjoying every inch of him. his abs hardened as he throbbed inside you and pulled out before he came, releasing it on your sheets with a whiny moan. you felt your own cum leak out and down your thigh; a small whimper left your lips as you caught your breath.

he bent down to grab his jeans up and took out your panties, wiping your cum off your leg and then any remainder of his. james would think of himself as crazy if he didn't pocket it again.

once his clothes were back on, he looked down at you. your mind couldn't tell the difference between harsh dancing and him fucking you senseless out of jealousy. james closed your legs and carried them to the side for you to lay in the best right. he pushed off your bra and set away your phone and helped your comforter over you.

his eyes lingered on you as you stretched and glanced at him before letting the need for sleep overcome you.

your mind let his words wash over you. "did you forget our good moment?" he had asked.

james slowly left the room and shut your door, looked down at the stairs as he rushed down them and put his hood up. you knew it or at least the logo on it.

you knew james from when you needed a quick car fix, nothing more. he recognized you every day since then.

[corvoqueen]

AJ seems like the type to call you ‘his Queen.’ Or maybe ‘goddess’ if he’s in the mood. He certainly worships you like one. I’ve said it before and I’ll say it again, he would spoil you. Through and through, worshipping you and the ground you walk on.

He gives me switch energy, I don’t think he’s necessary always submissive or dominant. I feel like it would depend on his mood and he’s comfortable enough in his masculinity to not care. Which is why he’s definitely into pda and not just to show you off, he also just doesn’t care about anybody else. If he wants to kiss you and you want him too, then he will. No matter the place or the time.

He’s devoted, similar to Anakin like that. It’s you. Only you, only ever you. No one could ever catch his eye the way you do. No one could ever understand him the way you do. So why would he so much as even look at another woman.

As far as he’s concerned he belongs to you. You own his heart and his very soul.

[biggestsimponhere]

Ghostface Sam! x reader fluff using the prompt "Stay with me" Please and thank you!!

Stay? - Ghostface!Sam x reader

The news had spread through the town fast. A masked killer. People were scared to leave their houses, scared to go to the school, scared to even be in their houses. You however had to go to school, you needed to keep your grades up and besides your best friend, Sam, he’s not afraid of anything and if he’s going then so are you. You smile as you notice him approaching your locker. People have always looked at him weird due to his blue hair and unusual sense of style but you loved it. “How are you?” He asks as he stops beside you. “Honestly?,” You question, he nods “I’m terrified, there’s a killer out there and he seems to be targeting people from our school” You say seriously.

“I would never let anything happen to you” He assures you. “You know I love you but how are you going to fight off a killer?” You ask, he looks as if you just asked him an insane question before he smirks. “I’ve got some skills” He says, before you can question him he tugs you into your history classroom. The two of you sit at your desks. You continue to think about the killer and what you’re meant to do considering your parents are going out tonight. “Sammy?” You whisper over to him. He turns his head in your direction. “After the party tonight, would you walk me home?” You ask quietly. He nods immediately before turning back to his work.

After school you get ready for the party and head to Liliana’s house, meeting sam there. Unfortunately it was a costume party and what better costume than your towns own killer, so it appears most people were dressed like him. You startle as a pair of hands wraps around your waist. “What’re you doing here alone angel?” A voice questions behind you. “Waiting for a friend” You say stepping out of his hands. He holds firm. A silence grows between the two of you before he shouts boo at you. He slides the mask off revealing it’s just Sam. “You’re an asshole you know that?” You say covering your face with your hands. “Oh i’m sorry angel” He says mockingly as he flicks your angel wings.

The two of you join the rest of your peers on the dance floor. You dance for about an hour before Sam tells you that he needs to head to the bathroom. He walks off leaving you alone, dancing with no one. After a strange amount of time you’re confused by his absence. You head to the bathroom in search of him, upon the realization that it’s empty you assume he left you. Heading outside you stand on the porch. A scream sounds from inside as someone says that rick is dead. You didn’t know rick well though he did have a tendency to flirt with you. Everyone sprints away from the house but you still can’t find Sam.

You turn and start to head back into the house before a hand grabs your wrist and pulls you away. You sigh in relief at the realization that it’s Sam. “Where have you been?” You practically yell. He shushes you, and leads you down the street towards your house. Once the two of you settle into your living room you take the time to look him over, admiring him, your best friends always been pretty. You notice a slight hint of red on the fabric of his costume but assume it was just something stupid from the party. “Can you believe ricks dead?” You say, pulling your legs up under you.

He joins you on the couch after taking his costume off. “that’s crazy” He says in a tone that suggests he doesn’t really care. “Let’s get you to bed yeah?” He adds. The two of you head up to your bedroom, you head into the bathroom and change before settling on your bed. “Sam? Will you stay with me?” You ask quietly. “My parents are gone and I don’t want to be alone” You add hoping it’ll convince him, not that he needed any convincing. He nods “Of course” He says sliding into the bed with you. You close your eyes and begin to drift off. “Sweet dreams angel” He whispers at the top of your head. He then smiles knowing rick or any other guy will never be able to talk to you again without meeting… well the sharp edge of a knife.

[gabbykkk]

ok ok but like which Hayden Christensen characters would be which greek god??

[anakinstwinklebunny]

Nerd!Anakin rambling about astrophysics while eating you out

ANAKIN SKYWALKER has two greatest passions in life: astrophysics and you.

And right now, he’s fully indulging in both.

His head is buried between your thighs, glasses slightly fogged, hands gripping your hips tight as his tongue flicked over your swollen, already sensitive clit. While you, on the other hand, were panting, writhing, when he’s in his own little world—muttering absentmindedly, voice muffled against your heat.

"The Schwarzschild radius of a black hole is proportional to its mass. Did you know that? It's so fascinating, really—" he paused to suck gently, making you jolt, before he continued, "—because if you were to cross the event horizon, time would slow infinitely relative to an outside observer."

You whimper, legs trembling. "Ani—"

His thumb rubs slow circles, tongue languidly licking you open, deep and being precise, yet his brain is still stuck in a lecture you do not really want to talk/think about. "It's the gravitational time dilation effect. Theoretically, if I were to fall into a black hole—" he groaned softly, savoring the sweet, delightful taste of you, "—you’d see me freeze in time at the event horizon. Isn't that crazy?"

You whined loudly, hips bucking. He's driving you insane—not just with his mouth but with the stupid, nerdy, dorky way he won’t shut up even while making you fall apart.

So you yank at his curls, trying to force him to look up at you, and you finally make eye contact—his glasses slightly crooked, lips glistening, pupils blown wide. He looked so ruined, so gone, but then he blinked, as if just realizing what he has done.

"Oh—oh, uh, sorry," he stammered, panting, big hands squeezing your thighs. "Did I get distracted again?"

"Anakin, if you don’t stop talking about physics and start focusing on making me cum, I swear to God—"

His breath hitched

Then suddenly, his wet lips curled into a grin

"You mean," he murmured, pressing a soft, teasing kiss to your clit, "you want me to conduct a full—" another kiss, "—thorough—" a slow lick, "—experiment?"

Your fingers tangle in his curls, tugging hard. "NOW, ANI."

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[citysuk]

i don't know why but i find the fact that hayden smokes SO HOT, he looks so good doing it

I'm a casual smoker and i can tell for a fact that he doesn’t smell like smoke AT ALL

anyone else can relate? 🫦

[anakinsdove]

𝐘𝐞𝐬, 𝐦𝐚𝐬𝐭𝐞𝐫 | 𝐚𝐧𝐚𝐤𝐢𝐧 𝐬𝐤𝐲𝐰𝐚𝐥𝐤𝐞𝐫 «𝐩𝐚𝐫𝐭 𝟐»

pairing: anakin skywalker x fem!padawan!reader

summary: Your master is horny and frustrated, he looks for release at a nasty gloryhole in coruscant... only to find out that that perfect pussy he's fucking belongs to his padawan.

c/w: gloryhole mentions, p in v, masturbation, power imbalance, blowjobs, good pounding (very nasty idgf im sorry im horny)

discord - twitter: anakinsdove. -PART 1-

𝐫𝐞𝐪𝐮𝐞𝐬𝐭𝐬 𝐚𝐫𝐞 𝐨𝐩𝐞𝐧! ｡ﾟﾟ･｡･ﾟﾟ｡ ﾟ。Love you

𝘄/𝗰: 3,231

1 week ago

He does look lovely standing there, he’s talking to master mundi and master kenobi, broad shoulders and a serious expression on his face, but you know it’s all a facade, the minute you two are alone again he’ll go for a round of twister and maybe if you’re lucky pizza and movie night… he’s like no other Jedi, and you wouldn’t want it any other way, he’s unorthodox, impulsive and he can get under people’s skin easily.

He has a charm you haven’t seen anywhere else in the galaxy in your entire life, but you don’t know many things, he added a little bit of color in your life, he has thaught you things and to see life in a different way, he’s naturally good at everything he does… it’s insane.

“Whatcha thinking about?” You were so caught up in your own thoughts that you didn’t see him move next to you

“You” you say simply and he chuckles

“You’re still impressed by that move? I told you Y/N it all about the wrist” your eyes sparkle at the memory of him tearing droids apart in your previous mission, only a few hours ago

“No, not that-” “Be right back, I have to give the council a report of our mission” he ruffles your hair and leaves

Your eyes follow him until he dissapears in a crowd and you sigh, attachment is forbidden, but how can you not get attached to Anakin Skywalker? there are many rules you’d break for him, he’s your master and it’s wrong, but still… you can’t help but think of him late at night when you touch yourself, your fingers rub tight little circles on your clit as you try not to give in sleep and you can’t help but mutter “Anakin…”

You’d ruin everything for him, You’d give him everything you are, everything you have… and it kills yourself to think he might not want it.

But you’re wrong

Because Anakin Skywalker is utterly and obsessed with you, he wants nothing more than to bend you over and stuff you so good with his cock, that’s his ultimate fantasy, but he must not give into his instincts, Until…

Present day

His arms wrap around your waist in the darkness… you shouldn’t have done that, does he hate you now? Is he disappointed? Does he not love you anymore? That thought is unbearable.

“Calm down, I can feel the anxiety dripping from you” “I’m sorry….” “No, You’re not” And he’s right, why should you be sorry for? For him filling you up tonight? For giving him the best orgasm of his life… you, his padawan.

“I don’t want you to be sorry Y/n” you turn around and your pretty eyes look up at his silhouette, even his shadow is beautiful “Why not?”

His fingers squeeze your waist experimentally and you can’t help but sigh, his touch relives a deep ache in your heart and possibly between your legs.

“Was I the first man to fuck you tonight?” His voice is low and dangerous and you nod stupid “Because I saw you with your legs spread and in display for everyone, If I arrived 2 minutes later someone else would’ve ended up fucking you, didn’t you think of that when you chose to fuck up with my mind?”

You feel like crying and he sees your eyes water, you’ve humiliated yourself and he doesn’t want you, you have betrayed his trust…. “No master… p-please I’m sorry…” he wipes your tears away with his thumbs “I said I don’t want you to be sorry… I want to fuck you again and this time I want you to watch” your breathe heaves and he kisses your forehead reassuringly “I’m just surprised that’s all… I didn’t know you had it in you…” his fingers unbuttoned your shirt swiftly and he removes it, the sight of your cleave is doing more for him than it should “Can I fuck you? Can I do it again this time because I want to?” You nod desperately and he turns you around pushing you against your clothing drawer… he turns on your pretty table lamp and your eyes fixate on the picture over the drawer, it’s a picture from last summer, anakin and you smiling as he carries you… an innocent moment so far of what you’re doing right now.

He spreads your legs and pushes into your lower back signaling to arch your back deeper, you hear fabric breaking and you know your panties are gone forever “Holy shit…” you look over your shoulder to see his expression lust and hungriness written all over his face “My cum is still dripping out of you… it’s dripping down your thighs” you look down and confirm what he says, his cum has been dripping down your thighs since the walk back to the temple… he spits over his fingers and you scrunched your eyes shut when he wraps his arm over your front and rubs your clit deliciously “And so fucking wet” “Master!” You cry out louder than intended and you hear him smirk, his hips move with abandon against your ass, he grinds his painfully hard cock over you bare skin, you don’t understand why his pants are still on…

“All you needed to do was ask… I would’ve fucked you so long ago if I knew you wanted me as much as I wanted you” his fingers move faster and your brain turns off “What-“ “Fucking brat- you dont even want to know how many times I had to stroke my cock to the most unsatisfactory orgasm, when all I had to do was going to your quarters late at night and take you, don’t you want your master to feel good?” He moans against your ear, his confession fueling your desire as it drags you closer to the edge, you move your hips back against him and he growls, he wants to be the one in control.

“Fuck me please- fuck me I can’t take it anymore” you practically mewl when his fingers dip inside your creamy cunt, come hitter motion hitting your spongy spot deliciously, this is worth every consequence this could have in the future. “You’re going to take what I fucking give you, nothing less and nothing more my padawan, understand?” He says with a condescending tone and gives a kiss to your ear

Anakin underestimated his own arousal because he feels like cumming in his pants right now, his breathing is heavy and his eyes close… then he removes his fingers from your cunt leaving you empty.

“No!” You cry out and he has to shut you up, he dips his fingers inside your mouth making you taste yourself “I know it tastes heavenly love, I fucking know it” your eyes roll back into your head at his dirty words, you’re soaked by now.

He pulls away and sits on the edge of your bed pulling you into his lap, his fingers squeezing your breasts over your bra when he says “What do you know about sucking cock sweetheart?” Is he serious right now? He took your virginity only a couple hours ago! it also makes you giggle because of his vulgar words.

“Nothing” you say honestly and he nods “Good” already pushing you to the ground and on your knees, his fingers unzip his pants desperately tugging them down with his boxers too, his cock slapped against his lower stomach… it looks painfully hard and begging for your touch.. you practically zone out looking at it and you can’t help but be amazed that it even fitted inside you, this is your first time seeing it, ironically.

“I’ve dreamt about fucking this little mouth” he says breathlessly and his thumb traces your lower lip as you look at him with a pouty look… “I’ll guide you through it okay?” “Please…” he smirks at this, he knows how whiny you can be, so having you under control brings him satisfaction as your master.

“Spit on it- good good… now w-wrap your hand around my- Fuck!” He hissed as you stroke him inexpertly but still feels so good, it’s probably because it’s you, everything feels good with you, it makes him curl his toes “I thought you didn’t know anything about this.. Ah fuck…” he closes his eyes as he gives into the pleasure for a brief moment and opening them again when you mutter an unexpected confession “I gave a handjob once…” “To whom?!” He says offended but has to close his eyes again as you milk him his own precum and your spit making the nicest lube, you look at his cock with some sorry of fascination at the slimy sounds its making “L-“ “Don’t fucking tell me” he hisses and pushes your head down “Now suck on it sweetheart nice and slow…” you give the head a little kiss and kitten lick the shaft slowly… nice and slow and you can clearly see his abs constricting due the pleasure “It’s only right im the one who teaches you this” his voice is husky and it holds so much lust and you roll your eyes at his cockiness “Your master had to be the one to teach you how to blow someone Y/n… but most important I’m teaching you how to please me” his words are doing something to you and you can’t help yourself but to grind against his boot that he previously angled for you to rub yourself against it… you moan around him and he needs more.

“Just a little bit more sweetness, you kitten licking my tip feels amazing but your master needs you to take a little bit more okay?” You nod clumsily and his fingers tangle in your locks pushing you a little lower so you can take him deeper, your inexperience shows when you choke around his cock… if you only knew how good that felt, his breath heaved as he mutters a strangled “Good girl- good girl, you’re making your master feel so good” his praise sends shivers down your spine and he carefully thrusts up, hips moving up slowly as you furrow your eyebrows in concentration but you choke again “Ah.. fuck, nice and slow love… nice and slow take your time, I’m don’t going to hurt you”

He moans and groans as your lips wrap around him nice and tight, you’re mouth is warm and it feels perfect, just like everything about you, his thrusts speed only a little bit “Do- do you remember that time where I let you skip training because you wanted to go out to the mall?” You nod… that’s the only thing you can do when you’re this cock drunk… your eyes close and you let him move your head up and down as he pleases “I was a good master, I did a favor for you yeah?” Your eyes water as his cock hits the back of your throat “Now I need you to be a good padawan and let me fuck your mouth, okay?” You whimper around him and he groans… nodding desperately he smirks “tap my leg if it gets too much and breathe through your nose” he holds your hair in a ponytail and starts thrusting nice and hard up your mouth, his tip bruising the back of your throat, your whimpers and moans are muffled by his cock as it makes you choke, you look up at him and his eyes are closed mouth agape as he moans… your own desires can’t be ignored as you keep grinding against his boot… the best way to describe this feeling is euphoria, you can’t even hear your own thoughts because they’re overpowered by the pleasure sounds your master is making and the disgusting sounds your mouth is making… your bringing him close to ecstasy.

“Shit!” He cries out and you realize breathing is no longer important in this situation, you want to please him and that the only thing that matters, he holds your head down as your nose rubs against his pubes, your own eyes rolling back “Yes yes yes yes yes” anakin is too far gone in the pleasure, his eyes roll back as a bead of sweat falls from his forehead, he growls and pushes his boot harder onto you clit “I’m gonna- Fuck im sorry I can’t help it!” You want to protest but it’s too late, his hot cum is already filling your throat. “That’s a g-good g-good… f-fucking girl- ah! My padawan” he spasms and finally lets go of your head… his cock pulsates inside your mouth and your release him and you see him shake… his breathing is heavy and he sees the tears streaming down your cheeks… he smiles, like a genuine smile that shows love and appreciation

“Thank you Y/n… oh shit that was amazing” you beam at his praise as usual, he really knows how to push your buttons.

“Master I want to cum” you pout at him, he has been teasing you but not actually giving you what you need and crave “What have I taught you about patience?” “That is overrated” he curses himself and takes you into his arms laying you down on the bed. “Fine… I’m going to fuck you” he rolls his eyes as if it was annoyed to do such task and you tickle his ribs at his teasing… he laughs and loses strength as he falls on top of you… you look up at him, you’ve never been this close before, his eyes are piercing into your soul… Anakin closes the gap and for the first time he kisses you… he moans into the kiss, it feels so right and your lips don’t move for half a second… he holds your cheek delicately and you kiss him back with as much love and desire as him.

“I can’t believe it took me so long to do that” he whispers and you give him your brightest smile “alright ass up” you giggle and he bops your nose and slides a pillow under your hips for a better angle “How do you want it love? Nice and slow or… master I can’t walk I might need to skip training today?” He mocks your voice and you give him an unamused look, if he can tease you you can also tease him.

Your legs wrap around his waist and you pull him closer “alright I get it… spread your legs for me” you do as he says and he taps his cock over your clit repeatedly, you can’t help but throw your head back, it’s so sensitive by all his previous teasing it makes you whine “I know you want it sweetheart, its just, you look so good when you’re needy” “if I knew my master was this cruel if would’ve gone to master kenobi instead” his eyes widen and his brows furrows “No” you expected him to laugh but it angers him “You’re mine, no one else’s” he positions your legs over his shoulders and slides in… your soaked cunt is pulling him in and your tightness pushes him out.. he chuckles when you shudder under him “So- fucking big” your eyes furrow prettily and your eyes roll back as he fills you up for the second time tonight “Yeah? You’re so fucking tight” his hips moves against you nice and slow, you feel every bit of him, your gummy walls massage his tip, he moans and hides his face on the crook of your neck…

Your gasps and moans are music to his ears, the prettiest a sound in the galaxy, unfortunately his noises are muffled by your skin but you want to hear him cry out… maybe another time… he groans and nips at your skin sucking and marking you “You feel so good inside me master… you fill me up so good, no one could make me feel like you do” his eyes shut tight as your words struck a nerve, you feel his hips falter as he loses his rhythm… you giggle but soon his thrusts become forceful as he hits your g spot with precision

“Shit!” “language” he teases and chuckles against your skin, you pull his locks painfully tight as he hisses “You like it? You like how deep I’m inside you? This time I’m able to look at your pretty face” he kisses you once again, your legs hold him tightly not giving him much space to move and fuck you harder, it’s your fault he has to be harsher and manhandle you

Your velvety walls constrict around his cock and he pulsates and pulsates, he feels his balls tighten… his cock kisses you cervix again and you cry out as you attempt to push him away “I know it hurts… don’t worry I’m going to take care of you” your arms tangle over his neck as your nails dig into his back and scratch, leaving little moon shaped marks all over his skin, he changes the angle and pounds you deeper, you didn’t know it was possible… this time his pubes rub deliciously over your clit “you’re not fooling anyone love, you like it rough, you like it nasty and even dangerous, showing yourself to everyone in a nasty gloryhole in coruscant, why would you put yourself in that situation baby? Huh? You liked the smell of sex and everyone having sex around you? Is that it? You’re as much of a pervert as I am, because if you’d come to me sooner I would’ve fucked you in your comfy bed like the pillow princess you are”

“Master!” You near your release and he’s been holding his for about 5 minutes now, he trembles over you but he can’t stop, he needs to please you “You’re gonna cum sweetheart? I need you to cum, you been milking your master’s cock the entire night it’s only right I make you cum too”

Your cries fill the room and your eyes roll back, it’s a sight for sore eyes “Thank your master Y/n, thank your master for fucking this creamy pussy”

“Thankyouthankyou-“ you moan incoherently “I’m going to fill you up sweetheart- what a good little p-padawan” your climax hits the both of you like a bus… making you grind against each other tiredly as your moans die down eventually, only heavy breathing is heard…

When you both grow quiet and only the sounds of an average late night at coruscant fill the atmosphere you wrap your arms around him, you’ve never seen anakin this tired before, he always has enough energy for a battle but seems like pussy is his weakness, you clench around him involuntarily and he whimpers

“Thank your Y/n this was… fuck it was”

“Me? Thank you for being a pervert” you beam and kiss his forehead “it was truly amazing… thank you master” he chuckles

“Me? A pervert? You’re a nympho princess, after everything I’ve taught you in all these years the only thing it stuck you was my cock” you roll your eyes at his comment

“Now you know how Master Kenobi feels” but then you think a little bit more about your comparison and you cringe anakin laughs against your skin

“You’re lucky you’re beautiful”

You smile brightly at him “youre pretty”

“Only pretty? C’mon sweetheart I want to be beautiful”

“Fine.. you’re beautiful” he gives your neck a little kiss

“Can you sleep here tonight?” You nod “Great because you leaving means I’d have to pull out”

“Don’t mention it, you’re my best friend!” Anakin gives you an angry look even though he knows he’s joking, he wants to be more than that, and actually he already is… And with a kiss he shuts you up…

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dividers - @i92-93

(Hello! I want to credit @anakinsbbgirl for inspiring this stories, she’s insane and I love her)

[haribo-haydenchristensen]

No one does it like he does 😍😍😩

[kathiesgf]

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

[xhunnybeeex]

going to buy hayden christensen photo opp tickets and then not having the money to buy them after thinking you had enough is not for the weak. i’m literally trying not to cry about not meeting a 40 year old man. send help.

[biggestsimponhere]

‘Tis the damn season - Scott Barringer x f!reader

Warnings - Slight angst, this should be a full angst only angst fic but i can’t handle that rn 😭 Also sorry it’s not gender neutral i try to keep most of my fics gender neutral but Horizon only has boy/girl cabins 🙁

Christmas at horizon has always been the same. They take all the kids to see the lights in town on Christmas Eve, then everyone comes back and we drink Hot Chocolate (One of the only special things allowed) and watch a christmas movie. On Christmas day everyone opens whatever their parents sent them and if they didn’t get anything from their parents then Peter and Hannah would make sure they had something. You’ve been here several years. Three to be exact but that doesn’t matter. This year a new kid joined. You didn’t know who it was because you had been off on a trip with another group when he came.

You were sitting on the bench next to the window looking out at the snow, admiring it, then he walked in. The new kid. Scott barringer. You glanced up them back out the window before doing a double take. “Scott?” You said moving away from the window. Scott looked up at the sound of his name. You were right. That’s scott. Your Scott. Your childhood best friend and love of your life. “Y/n?” He said as he moved towards you. Tears formed in your eyes as he wrapped you in a hug. You breathed him in, holding him close. “What’re you doing here?” It only takes you a moment to register that he must be the new kid. “Scott, why are you here? What happened?” You said pulling away to look him in the eye.

The rest of the cliffhangers stood slightly behind you two, all of them looking confused as they’d never seen either of you so happy. “I got into trouble back home, drugs, so dad made me come here” He said smiling softly. “If you wanted to see me so bad you could have just visited y’know?” You say teasing him. He laughs before pulling you back into his arms. You two stood there for another minute before Peter walked in. “What’re you two doing?” He said laughing. “Hugging, whatre you doing?” You said pulling away from Scott. “Wondering why you’re hugging him if you don’t know him?” Peter said looking between the two of you. “I’ve known Scott since we were like four” You say looking back at Scott who’s smiling, content, looking at you.

“What do you mean?” A voice came from behind you all. Juliette. “What? Was the sentence not clear enough?” Shelby said nudging jules. “We grew up together” Scott says turning to jules. Juliette stops speaking after that. You and Scott move to the window and continue talking about all you missed. You talk long into the night, you smile as you realize peter must have told the others to just leave you two. You looked around the cozy room, your gaze stopping on the lit fire place. You were about to speak again when you noticed someone at the top of the stairs. You tapped scott and motioned with your eyes towards the stairs.

He followed your gaze towards the stairs but whoever was there left. “Who do you think it was?” Scott asked when you told him what happened. “I don’t know, how close are you with jules?” You ask quietly. He pauses clearly thinking of an answer. A few minutes go by before he speaks. “We’ve kissed… a few times” He says softly. You nod, slowly pulling your hand away from where it was resting on his knee in between yours. “We should get to sleep” You say standing up quickly. “Why?” He says reaching a hand out towards yours. You pull away. You don’t mean to it just happens. “Peter. He’s a real stickler for the rules and he’ll be by to make sure everyone’s asleep soon” The lie slips past your lips before you can stop it.

Scott nods and watches as you turn away. You put out the fire, tears silently streaming down your face. You brush past Scott quickly and head back to your cabin. When you got there the only person awake was Grace. “Hey” She said as you walked in. “Hey” Your voice comes out wobbly. Grace quickly looked up from her book. “Come here” She said setting her book to the side. “What’s wrong?” She says as you climb into her arms. “Scott” is all you manage to breathe out between sobs. “Your best friend scott? What happened?” She said stroking your hair, trying to calm you down. “He’s kissed jules, and it’s not even like it’s his fault, we’ve never had something, it’s not his fault i’m in love with him” You say curling further into a ball.

“I’m sorry, why don’t you get some rest?” She said softly. You smile slightly and return to your bed. You fall asleep rather quickly after losing all your energy to crying. You wake up the next day and turn over to face the clock on your bedside. You then realize you’ve slept in for half the day. You quickly get up and get dressed. You walk into the main cabin and the cliffhangers turn to look at you, your eyes drift to Scott who’s sitting next to Juliette and you quickly avert your gaze and move to your group. “There she is, good morning sleepyhead” Peter said as he looked up from where he was helping another student. “Good morning peter” You say quietly.

He quickly picks up on your bad mood and offers to go find Hannah. The two of them had basically been family since you’ve been here. You shake your head slowly. “I’m okay peter” You say leaning against Grace who was currently coloring next to you. “It’s not like you’d say if you weren’t” Daisy said from your other side. “Come talk, please” Peter said moving over to you. You let peter lead you towards his office and ignoring scott’s eyes trailing after you. You talk with peter for a solid half an hour before finally being able to go back to group. “Can we talk?” Scott says approaching you. Before you can say anything Grace cuts in. “I think you’ve done enough haven’t you?” She says sharply. “It’s okay grace, promise” You say standing up.

You follow Scott out into the snow, he leads you slightly into the woods so you two can sit on the bench peter set up. “What did i do? Please tell me, i didn’t mean to hurt you” He says quickly. “It’s nothing Scott really” You move to stand but he reaches out and holds you in place. “That’s not true” He says firmly, “I did something and i want to fix it” He says softer than before. “I’ve been in love with you scott, for years. You’ve never shown any interest in me and to hear you kissed jules it hurt” You say, tears falling down your face again. He wipes them away, slowly, softly, as if you were made of glass. “I’m sorry, i’m so sorry, i never meant to make you feel that way, i mean you had to know i love you” He said quietly.

You smile softly at him. “Really? Y-you love me?” You say, trying to figure out if this was real. “Yes” That’s all you needed to hear. You bring your hand up to his cheek and pull him into a kiss. The two of you spend the rest of the day doing things together, Snow angels, hot chocolate. “Come on we gotta get back to the cabin, it’s time for christmas lights” You say pulling scott off the ground. The two of you quickly run back to where everyone was loading into the cars. Peter smiles at you seeing the light practically radiating off of you. The two do you load into the cars and hold hands secretly as you drive through the mountains and back to town. “The lights are so pretty this year” You say smiling.

“Not as pretty as you” He whispers softly. You grin at him and nudge him. “You’re cheesy” You say laughing. “Only for you” He says reaching for your hand. The two of you walk around the cold, snow covered town, smiling like two idiots. “I love you” He says brightly. “I love you too” You say wrapping your arms around him. You hold him close under the glittering christmas lights of town and you finally feel at home. Peter and Hannah watch you two from a distance, smiling broadly. “Aren’t we supposed to be stopping this” Hannah says laughing. “Maybe, but they’re happy” Peter says back. They stand close together as they watch the love continue to blossom between you two beneath the bright moonlight cascading down to the christmas lights.