#stephen glass

[weeniehutjrs33]

In another universe he's actually a truthful chicken that no one believes.. [I cant decide if he would've loved or hated the movie chicken little]

[erosmutt]

—﹒ch. STEPHEN﹒⊹

❝I'm so dead. I mean, I'm over.❞

⌇﹒— DRABBLES

—﹒thunderstorm﹒

—﹒fog﹒

—﹒pegging﹒

⌇﹒— FICS

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⌇﹒— BOTS

﹒⊂⊃﹒C.AI

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﹒⊂⊃﹒J.AI

﹐☆﹒femme

[mvst4far]

WHINNY STEPHEN GLASS CRYING CAUSE HE NEVER HAD SOMEONE LOVE HIM LIKE READER DID.

And reader shows him with a make-out session and if you want to, you can put smut, but just fluff is perfectly fine!!

<33

ugh yes i'm in love. i did add some smut but it's completely pure!

STEPHEN GLASS X F!READER

SUMMARY: what the request said

WARNINGS: fluffy make out, piv, unprotected sex, cowgirl

WC: 835 (i'm counting this as a short fic)

You and Stephen have been dating for just a little over six months, and it was very much safe to say that you two were closer than ever. Inseparable, even. During the first few weeks of your relationship, Stephen thought you were only with him just for the sake of it. But as time went on, he began to realize you were in it for the long haul.

Around your apartment, you had these little antiques and trinkets that reminded you of the time you spent together. A memory shared between you both that no one would ever understand. The action was intimate─for sure, but you two were so madly in love with each other that it made sense to express it. Sometimes, you would even leave his house smelling like his cologne.

After working your nine to five job, you figured to go and surprise your loving boyfriend and potentially spend the night with him. He always left a spare key underneath his doormat, so it wasn't much of a challenge getting into his apartment.

Just as you were about to call out for him, you suddenly heard soft sobs coming from Stephen's bedroom. An eyebrow cocked at the newfound sound as you quietly tiptoed to his bedroom, looking through the small crack as the door was left somewhat open.

Stephen sat at the edge of his queen size bed, a polaroid picture held between in his slim fingers. That polaroid held a photo of the two of you on his birthday, celebrating with a cake and balloons in his apartment. His glasses were sat on the comforter of the bed, his hair slightly disheveled due to running his hands through it.

"Baby?" You call out quietly, letting the door creak open as you stood by the doorframe.

Stephen immediately wiped the tears from his eyes and threw the photo somewhere on the bed, settling his glasses back on his nose. "Uh... yes? I─um, what are you doing here?" He asks, clearly avoiding eye contact with you.

Your eyebrow raised at his nonchalance, a faint smile curving at the corner or your lips. "Wanted to see you after work," You explain, shrugging, "What were you doing?" Your question made Stephen gulp down, almost embarrassed you caught him crying like a baby.

The way he was staring at the photo was like he was mourning a death, which made your heart swell even more.

He bit down on his bottom lip as a nervous habit, his fingers drumming against his thighs as he quickly tried to make up a poor excuse. Though nothing came to his mind, which earned a chuckle from you.

Pushing yourself away from the doorframe and entering the room, Stephen finally gathered enough courage to meet your gaze. His icy blue irises were soft and needy, his cheeks a faint tint of pink and his plump pink lips.

"I just... don't understand." He finally spoke, a sigh leaving his slightly parted lips.

"Don't understand what?" Your head tilts to the side, plopping yourself down beside him on the mattress.

"Why you love me."

Oh.

Stephen had always been quite insecure, figuring you'd be better off with someone who wasn't so emotional and clingy. Which was why he often needed reassurance, and luckily, you had no problems with complying.

It took a few moments to figure out a solution that would get him to believe you, but when you did, it was perfect.

"Well, how about I show you instead?" You ask with a soft smile.

Stephen was somewhat hesitant at first, but he knew he could trust you. He slowly nodded and waited for your next move.

When your lips made contact with his, he felt lost and unsure how to react. He didn't know where to put his hands, so he just settled them awkwardly on your hips.

As the kiss slowly grew into a make out, you smiled against his lips and gently pushed him down onto the mattress, letting his back rest comfortably against the duvet.

Soon enough, both of your clothes were discarded somewhere on the floor and you two were left completely bare. You slowly aligned his tip with your pussy then carefully sunk down, earning a whiny whimper from Stephen.

"Oh, god," He whispers breathlessly, his hands tightly gripping on your thighs.

Once you began rocking your hips against his, your movements slow and deliberate, the sounds of moans and whimpers filled the bedroom like ecstasy.

It wasn't long until he began finished inside of you, due to being slightly embarrassed by his submissiveness. You collapsed on his chest with a heavy sigh, pressing a kiss to his collarbone.

Stephen was left there weak, exhausted and vulnerable. His cheeks were flushed and had sweat beads sticking to his forehead.

After a few moments of collecting your composure, you finally spoke. "Believe me now?"

He immediately nodded his head, bringing his hand up to run his fingers through his hair. "Yeah, yeah, I believe you."

divider is @kodaswrld

[spacefarerbee]

[starrdream]

14 minutes in hell

rich kids AU!Anakin x reader summary: A game of spin the bottle with your ex includes: SMUT, head(f receiving)

The mansion is packed, thick with the smell of spilled champagne, designer perfume, and bad decisions waiting to happen. Half the kids were absolutely wasted, passed out—proving the fact that their parents’ money could buy them anything—except self-control.

You should’ve known better than to come to one of these parties. But Ahsoka dragged you, and now, here you are, sitting on the floor, watching as the bottle in the center of the circle spin.

It slows. Stops. Lands on you. Your stomach drops.

Anakin Skywalker stares at it like it personally betrayed him. He’s sprawled out across from you, all dark curls, tanned skin, and that stupid look on his face.

Someone whistles. "Ohhh, this is gonna be good."

"Skywalker, what’s your girl gonna say?"

And that’s the worst part. He has a girlfriend already.

One of Anakin’s friends grins. "Fourteen minutes for the lovebirds."

Your jaw clenches. "It’s seven."

"Nah," Rex smirks. "You two get double."

The room erupts. Laughter, cheers, claps on Anakin’s back. He barely reacts, still looking at you like he’s caught between thrill and sheer panic.

"I’m not doing this." You exhale sharply.

"Oh, c’mon, sweetheart," someone coos. "What’s a little alone time with your ex-boyfriend?"

And that’s the thing. Ex.

Anakin and you used to be everything—what some might describe as a power couple, untouchable, beautiful, inevitable. Then, the breakup happened. You two barely talk. Barely acknowledge the others existence. But here you are.

Before you can argue, someone yanks open the door, and hands are on your shoulders, pushing you both inside. The door slams shut, trapping you in the surprisingly dim light of the room.

It was small and looked nothing like the rest of the house. There was a single chair in the middle of the room, nothing else besides the seemingly cheap light bulb emitting light.

Since you were the first one to walk inside, you wasted no time in plopping down in the chair—crossing both arm and legs as you look up towards Anakin.

Anakin stands before you, arms crossed, staring. Then, without a word—he kneels. He sinks down onto his heels, hands resting on his thighs, and tilts his head slightly. The picture of ease—except for the tension in his shoulders, the way his fingers twitch.

"Maybe I should've kissed you in front of everyone. Probably would've been easier than this."

You roll your eyes. "Does your girlfriend know you hoe around like this?"

"You're jealous." He grins.

"Am I?"

Anakin ignores you entirely. One hand reaches out, palm warm against your calf, rubbing up and down slowly, steadily. The other drifts up, settling on your thigh, thumb stroking over the fabric of your skirt.

He leaned forward even more, resting his chin on your knee. He looked up at you and smirked, his hand creeping even further up your thigh.

"Can I kiss you?"

"You're so pathetic…" You spit. "You broke up with me and now you act like this when you have a girlfriend. Unbelievable…" You shake your head in disbelief.

"You are jealous." He smirks.

You shake your head, glaring down at him, but he only nuzzles against your knee like some desperate thing. Then, a kiss.

Soft. Feather light. Up your thigh. Then another. Then another. Getting closer.

You inhale sharply. "Don’t embarrass yourself, Ani."

He rolls his eyes but doesn’t stop. His lips brush higher, heat trailing in their wake.

"Are you asking me to ignore the fact that I still want you?"

"Yes." You huff "You broke up with me." Feels like that's your only argument.

His hands tighten on you, grip almost pleading. "And? I was stupid."

"Of course you were. Once an idiot, always an idiot." You scoff.

"I’m still your idiot," he murmurs. "I always have been."

Your throat tightens. "Not anymore."

Anakin groans, burying his face against your thigh. He’s so warm against you, all heat and desperation, like he could crawl into your skin if you let him.

"Don’t you want to kiss me?" He repeats. Anakin lifts his head, pouting at you, looking up through half-lidded, stormy blue eyes, voice achingly desperate. "Not even a little?"

"Don’t look at me like that" You shake your head, leaning back in the chair. The heat in your chest is unbearable.

But Anakin doesn’t care. He never does. He tilts his head, curls falling into his eyes, and somehow looks even more pathetic—like some love-drunk fool clinging to whatever shred of you he can get.

"Please? Don’t tell me you don’t like me even a liiiittle bit anymore?"

"Your father will kill you if he finds out you're acting like this. Stop embarrassing yourself, Anakin."

He shakes his head, pressing his cheek against your thigh like a damn cat. "I don’t care..." He mumbles against your skin, pressing another slow, lingering kiss just above your knee.

"My father loves you…He’d probably be thrilled if we got back together." He murmurs.

"Maybe," you mutter, eyes fixed on the ceiling, trying not to feel how his lips graze you. "But he definitely wouldn't be thrilled with you acting like this."

Anakin tilts his head, eyes burning into yours. "Like what?" He squeezes your thighs, spreading them just slightly, watching the way your breath stutters. His smirk is unbearable. "Like I know what I want?"

Your jaw clenches. "Like you have no self-respect."

Anakin flinches, but he doesn’t pull away. If anything, he leans in further, wrapping himself around you tighter. His breath is warm against your skin, his lips just there, hovering like a ghost of something you swore you’d never let haunt you again.

"Yeah?" he taunts, tilting his head, lips dragging up your thigh, pressing another kiss—slow, lingering, like he’s savoring it. "And you still let me touch you like this?"

"Don’t flatter yourself." You snap. His fingers slip under the hem of your skirt, just barely teasing the skin beneath. You roll your eyes, feigning boredom, but your breath stutters as he moves even closer, his shoulders settling between your knees.

"It's hard not to when you haven’t stopped me yet." he muses, nudging his nose against the inside of your knee. Your breath catches.

Anakin hums against your skin, pleased. His hands press against your thighs, pushing them further apart as he shifts between them, kneeling like he belongs there.

His hands slip beneath your skirt, gripping, pulling you closer to the edge of the chair, caging you in completely.

"There we go." He purrs, looking up at you as he hooks his fingers under the hem of your underwear, pulling them down your legs with ease.

Your fingers dig into the skin of your upper arms. Why were you even letting him do this?

"Just like that..." He coos, pulling one of your legs over his shoulder for better access.

"Anakin-" You start but he interrupts you by burying his face between your thighs, causing you to gasp. His tongue immediately got to work tasting every inch of you, licking up and down, side to side. It was sloppy, messy.

His tongue laps over your folds mercilessly causing soft whimpers and mewls to escape you.

"Keep it down, yeah?" He pulls away for a second. "Wouldn't want anybody to hear us." His mouth is back at it, devouring you like a starving man.

You bite down on your lip, one hand reluctantly reaching down to tangle in his hair and pull him further into you.

He sucks and nips on your sensitive skin, pushing his tongue in and out of your aching hole before going back to licking your folds. His nose brushes up against your clit, causing you to arch your back.

He moaned in content, tongue delving into your folds with a new fervor. Ankin happily lapped at your pussy, lips suctioning around you with the filthiest sounds, pulling the most beautiful moans from your lips.

He tightened his grip on you, angling you towards him. Involuntarily, your hips jerk, grinding against his face shamelessly.

In a matter of seconds, you were panting, coming down from your high. Anakin pulled away from you, wiping his mouth with the back of his hand.

"You're fucking crazy, you have a girlfriend." You murmur, not making an effort to move your legs off of his shoulder.

"You didn't seem to mind when you were riding my face, what, a minute ago?"

[donnieslvrgrl]

cw : dom! stephen, praise, piv, fingering

you gasp softly, legs twitching in response to his touch. he chuckles, the tone low and thick as his uses his fingers to spread you open. long, nimble fingers teasing your crying cunt. “already so wet f’me, doll.” he taunts, leaning down to kiss and nip at the soft skin of your thighs.

“pretty pussy all needy ‘n wet jus’ for me, sweet girl?” he murmurs against your skin. you nod quickly, soft “mhms” and “all f’you, stevie” babbling off your lips as his fingers push tantalizingly slow into your soft cunt. your brows pinch together, mouth falling open in a small ‘o’ shape as his fingers curl within you and his pace speeds up.

your fingers tangle in his hair, tugging at the strands as your back arches off the bed when his tongue replaces his thumb, swiping quickly over the hardened bud. the coil in your stomach tightens, and he chuckles as he feels your walls squeezing around his fingers. “gonna cum stevie, please don’t stop” you whine, hips rolling against his tongue as your face scrunches in pleasure.

he removes his fingers, hands coming up to hold your thighs down as he devours you. tongue dipping into you expertly and a white hot burst flows through your lower body. “there ya’ go, such a good girl f’me.” he rasps, groaning softly at the way your hole clenches around nothing and licks one last stripe up your core before crawling up and kissing you messily, slick and spit getting onto your face as his tongue explores your mouth.

he fumbles with his pants, pushing them down just enough for his cock to spring out and rubs the tip against the pink ‘n puffy folds. you whimper softly, hands gripping the collar of his shirt as he slides into you, the base of his cock rubbing deliciously against your clit as he rolls his hips into you.

your thighs tighten around his waist, head in the clouds as he fucks you open on his cock, soft squelching filling the room with your wordless babbles. “my pretty girl, look at you.. all fucked out on my cock already” he coos, fingers brushing hair out of your face and holding the back of your head, forcing you to look at him. your lips part, nodding dumbly at his words and bucking your hips up to meet his thrusts.

“stevie fuck.. please ‘m so close” you whisper, legs shaking around him as he pistons his hips harder against you “shhhh, it’s okay angel, i’ve got you. you can do it, baby, cum on my cock. that’s it, angel. so. fuckin’. good. f’me” each word punctuated with a sharp thrust of his hips, groaning softly as he spills his load into you, the tightness of your walls milking him for all he’s worth as he fucks you through your orgasm.

stephen keeps his hips tightly pressed against you and drops his head into your shoulder, pressing soft kisses to the skin as he rubs circles into your hips. “c’mon, love, let’s get you cleaned up” you whine at the empty feeling, goosebumps covering your body as he cleans you up with a tissue he grabbed from the bedside table and tossing it in the bin nearby.

stephen pulls you into his chest, fingers running over the expanse of your back gently and pressing kisses into your hairline. “you were so good for me, love you so much babydoll” he’ll murmur into your hair, smiling softly at the incoherent mumbles falling from your lips and the way your arms tighten around his torso.

[thesassypadawan]

Addicted (Stephen x FemReader)

Summary: You love your sweet baby boy, but you know how much of a pretty little liar he can be. Especially when it comes to something he wants.

Warnings: 18+ (mdni), because there sooo much of the smut. Mission, refusal to pull out, slight mommy kink, and… Stephen’s cute, big dick.

Notes: I would love to hear what all you, lovelies, think! If you would like to see more of Stephen! If so...I already have another idea in mind! ❤️

- It’s in the way he exhales; breathy, laced with the sweetest whimper. Just barely audible over the lovely, lewd sounds of Stephen’s clumsy thrusts.

- You can practically feel his impatience. See the look of dizzy, drunk pleasure on his angelic face. Clearly on the verge of his orgasm with the way his compact muscles tense…how his neck strains deliciously. “Good…feel so good…”

- Sweat gleams on his skin in the faint light. As well as the angry, red scratches you left on his biceps…chest. “Sucking me back in…clenching around me…”

- The scent of sex lays heavy in the air when he begins to twitch. His calloused hands grip your hips harder. Pace picks up, drives grow more erratic. While he sputters out… “S-shit. You’re g-going to make me…make m-me…”

- “P-pull out, baby,” you pant softly. Writhing beneath him, head tilted slightly to the side. Showing off all the adorable marks he left behind. “You need to p-pull out.”

- Strokes become uneven, sloppy. He shakes his head and something wild, defiant flashes in those blue eyes. “N-no. Please, m-mommy. I want to m-make a mess of this p-pretty pussy…”

- Instinctively you try to push him off, but his hold tightens. Pinning you to the bed, pressing you into it with his weight. “Coat these t-thighs; cover those s-swollen folds…”

- You know you shouldn’t. That you should be more forceful; attempt to fight back, put him in his place. Demand he releases on your stomach, like always. But he looks so sweet, so desperate…you can’t deny him.

- Legs wind, lock securely. Hands cling to his shoulders, pulling him close. Walls flutter while your lips ghost over the shell of his ear. “All right…just this one time though…”

- “T-thank you…thank y-you… I p-promise… Only…only…” Movements falter, stutter. Long fingers digging in, bruising you. As he buries his face into the side of your neck, hot breath and soft curls tickling your skin.

- “O-one…onnnce…” Slamming awkwardly, brutally. Strangled moan flies from his mouth and he cutely cums. His warm seed pumping you all full, making you…

- Wail out at the sudden load. Coil in your stomach finally snapping, sending you crashing over the edge. Crying out; gushing all over his cock, milking him for every drop. Head reeling in the best way possible, barely able to think…because it’s just too good. Not that you'll admit it.

- He babbles, whimpers. Tongue lapping, teeth nibbling gently. Continuing to pound and fuck you through his high. “Warm…s-so warm…” Until the last spurt paints your walls and he stills.

- Propping himself, he hovers above you. Chest heaving, face all flushed and splotchy. Glasses crooked and completely fogged up. “That…that was a-amazing.”

- Try as you might, you can't help but giggle at his adorably, pathetic state. Cupping his pink cheek, tapping it gently. “Glad you enjoyed yourself, but don't get used to it though. One time only…got it?”

- “Y-Yeah…” He mumbles, reluctantly pulling out. Gaze locked on, entranced from the way that creamy whiteness seeps from your core. “O-only once…”

- That something wild, defiant flashes in those blue eyes once more and you know… That by the end of the night you’ll have lost count of how many times he’s cummed inside you… That it’s too late to stop Stephen now… Now that he’s addicted…

- Oh, well… Maybe you'll get a cute baby or two out of this, out of your pretty little liar…

Tag List: @espinathena-17, @myheartwillgoon2022, @wifeofasith, @princessswifie, @kenobiskywalker16, @loverforoldermen, @adorbzliz, @sythethecarrot, @divineani, @decaffeinatedunicorn, @fuckmyskywalker

[ventressism]

will never get over these 🧎‍♀️‍➡️

[haydensheartt]

No one can tell me that this man doesn’t whimper..

[erosmutt]

⛦ BNUUY'S PLAYLISTS.

ᝰ.ᐟ CHARACTERS . . .

Sam Monroe ★ Scott Barringer ★ James Kelly ★ Darth Vader ★ Han Solo ★ Clay Beresford ★ Stephen Glass ★ AJ ★ Anakin Skywalker ★ Billy Quinn ★ Lorenzo di Lamberti ★ Jake Hill Conley ★ Leo Campo ★ Kurt Matheson

ᝰ.ᐟ OTHER . . .

Sam Monroe's Snuff Film Collection ♱ Coruscant Clubbing

[fredswrite]

Anyone saying he didn’t age is wrong, but anyone saying he’s not attractive anymore is a LOUD INCORRECT BUZZER

[anakinstwinklebunny]

baby daddy stephen glass headcannons PLEASEE 💔💔

DAD!STEPHEN GLASS HEADCANONS

Author's note: not me actually writing for the first time Stephen glass headcanons..love you ariiiiii, hope you like it ;)

TW: at some point it contains sexual content, so if you're sensitive to that or don't feel comfortable with it, please do not read it for your own safety and comfort.

Stephen Glass who becomes hyper-attentive during your pregnancy. He checks in every few minutes—literally—asking, "Are you okay? Do you need anything?" Whether it’s grabbing your favorite snack, fluffing your pillows, or reminding you to rest, he’s all in. It’s both adorable and just a bit exhausting, but you know it’s coming from a place of love and nervous excitement.

Stephen Glass who loves cuddling up to your belly. Any chance he gets, he’s there—head resting softly against your bump, talking to the baby like they’re already having full conversations. So whenever you’re watching TV or lying down, Stephen’s favorite spot is curled up beside you with his head resting lightly on your belly, one arm draped protectively over you. You’ll laugh and remind him again, “The baby’s not going anywhere, Stephen,” and he’ll just smile, “I know… but it’s nice being close.” but he’ll stay there, nuzzling your belly with a goofy, contented smile because there's something so precious and peaceful in finding the comfort he's searching for in your growing body

Stephen Glass who's Favorite Thing are baby kicks - The first time he feels the baby kick, he freaks out��in the best way possible. His eyes go wide, and he stares at you like it’s the most magical thing he’s ever experienced. After that, every time the baby moves, he’s right there, placing his hand on your belly, waiting for the next kick with a childlike sense of wonder.

Stephen Glass who doesn’t mind getting up in the middle of the night if you’re feeling uncomfortable or craving something strange. He’s the type to stumble into the kitchen at 2 AM to find pickles or ice cream, coming back with snacks and extra blankets to make sure you’re cozy. But would immediately fall back asleep after giving it to you, snuggled to the pillow or just having an arm over his face

Stephen Glass who, yes, is a whimpering mess sometimes but he can be a hell of a dom;

“Fuck,” he groaned, his head dropping to her shoulder as he fought to hold back his orgasm. “You’re so tight… God, I can’t get enough of you..”

You whimpered at the fullness, he was everything a girl could want. Thick. Long. Your hands gripped his shoulders, digging your freshly made nails to his skin.

Stephen knew you sometimes liked having sex that was nothing but slow and sweet, but since you got pregnant and your hormones were all over the place, he loved delivering to you the rough, fast treatment, treating you like a little needy thing - because in reality, that's what you were at the moment. Nothing but a needy little thing, all his to destroy

he started to move, slow and deep at first, each thrust pushing you further into the mattress "Look at you,” he murmured, his voice thick with everything that built inside of him “Taking me so well even though you carry my child..You were made for this. Made for me.”

His words sent a wave of heat through you, your body responding to every command he made, every thrust driving you closer and closer to the edge. You could barely think, could barely breathe, your mind clouded with the overwhelming sensation of him inside you, stretching you so deliciously

“You want it harder, don’t you?” he whispered, his lips brushing the shell of your ear.

Dearest heavens above..

He didn’t wait for an answer, his hands sliding down to grip your plush ass, lifting your hips to meet his so effortlessly to thrust into you with a new, almost brutal pace.

A strangled moan escaped your lips “Stephen—” you could barely get his name out before he slammed into you again "S'too much..too big--"

With a sly smirk over his breathless face, he groaned “Now, you didn't complain when my cock made you pregnant love"

Stephen Glass who reads everything about pregnancy. Articles, books, forums—he’s obsessed with knowing what’s happening each week. "Did you know the baby’s the size of a grapefruit now?" He’ll randomly blurt out facts, some useful, some just… oddly specific. But it’s sweet how invested he is.

Stephen Glass who has so many ideas for baby names, some of them way too out there, some of them surprisingly thoughtful. He’ll throw out suggestions at random, trying to gauge your reaction, but he’s open to your ideas too—he wants it to be a decision you make together.

Stephen Glass who, whenever you mention even the slightest discomfort, is there with soothing back rubs or foot massages. He’s gotten surprisingly good at it, always watching your face to make sure he’s doing it right, wanting nothing but make you as comfortable as possible.

Stephen Glass who, when you’re sitting or lying down, is all about sneaking gentle kisses to your belly. He’ll whisper things like, “I can’t wait to meet you, little one,” or "youre so big already, hm? Just growing before my eyes.." and stuff like that - his voice soft and full of love. He swears the baby can hear him (because apparently that's what he read in article), which just melts your heart every time.

Stephen Glass who takes charge when it comes to prepping the nursery, researching the safest cribs, softest blankets, and which baby monitors have the best reviews. He wants everything to be perfect for when the baby arrives, though he’ll always ask your opinion to make sure it feels right for both of you.

Stephen Glass who definitely has lactation kink;

“Fuck, you taste so good,” he groaned, his mouth latched to your nipple with an almost feral hunger. He sucked harder, his hands gripping your hips tightly to have some kind of power over you, to let his desire ran through him.

He moaned against your skin, moving to your other breast, his tongue flicking over your nipple before latching on, sucking harder as if he hadn't have any food for weeks.

“I’m not stopping until I drink every.fucking.drop,” he rasped between breaths, his voice raw and full of need. “can't believe I haven't done that earlier..lost so much of this deliciousness”

You cried out, your body shuddering as your hands tightened around his curls. Stephen didn’t slow down, sucking until the last drops of milk spilled into his mouth, and even then, he wasn’t satisfied. He licked you clean, his tongue gentle but insistent, leaving your skin wet and sensitive in his wake.

“You taste like heaven,” he said, finally lifting his head to look at you, his lips glistening with your milk. His eyes were dark, filled with a hunger that wasn’t quite sated. “When they're gonna be full again?"

Stephen Glass who's hyper-aware of his mistakes and is terrified of repeating them, so he’s always double-checking everything. Is the baby eating enough? Are they getting enough sleep? He reads every baby book and parenting blog, and calls the pediatrician way too often.

Stephen Glass who loves showing off his little one. He’ll carry them around in a baby carrier on his chest, posting slightly blurred but adorable photos of their tiny socks or chubby hands to you (so you're literally being spammed) or his family members. It’s obvious he’s totally smitten.

Stephen Glass who's obviously all about imaginative play. He’ll create elaborate, pretend scenarios—pirates, astronauts, or detectives—and get fully invested in the story, making his kid giggle endlessly

Stephen Glass who'd charm other parents at school events or playgrounds, trying to fit into the whole 'dad role', but privately, he’ll be texting you, asking for reassurance about whether he’s doing okay. His confidence in parenting grows over time, but he never fully loses that nervous edge.

Stephen Glass who's determined to rewrite his life with his child. With them, he’s honest, patient, and loving. Every step of parenthood becomes a way for him to heal and grow, creating a future he didn’t think he could have—a future where he’s enough.

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[starrdream]

Senator business

Anakin x f!reader x Obi-wan summary: Going home with 2 Jedi as a Senator can't be that bad, right? includes: SMUT!!, threesome, praise, double pen, head(f receiving) AN: never in my life have I written a threesome-mind you I am SHAKING

"Master, I hate to admit, but this gorgeous lady has been eyeing you all night.." Anakin tilts his head toward you.

"Ah," Obi-wan chuckles. "you have it wrong, young one. To me it seemed like she was drooling over you."

Anakin looked at you again, then back at his Master.

"Well she's definitely looking this way." He confirms eagerly.

He didn't really know you. Sure, polite greetings in the halls or an occasional smile during mutual meetings, but nothing past that.

You weren't even a Jedi actually. You worked with the Senate. Your position regarded the Order which meant you spent time at the Temple.

And, in this case, were invited to numerous Jedi gatherings.

"The Senator, Anakin? Really?" Obi inquired.

"I'm not too sure Master Kenobi." Anakin shook his head. "Doesn't matter too me." He claimed, putting his drink down and walking toward you while completely ignoring Obi-wan's protests.

"Why hello m'lady." A sweet voice interrupted you.

You looked up at the young Jedi standing before you. He was quite attractive with his blue eyes and brownish curls.

"Good evening young one." You smiled politely.

"It's a pleasure to meet you. You must be the Senator?" He asked nicely. "I'm Anakin Skywalker." He stretched his hand out for a handshake.

Odd kid. You thought.

"Nice to meet you Anakin." You held his hand to shake it but instead, Anakin brought your delicate hand to his lips, placing a soft kiss on your knuckles.

You smiled, finding his 'manners' intriguing.

"May I know your name?" He sat in the chair next to you, leaning his hands on the bar.

"Y/n" You nod.

"Such a beautiful name isn't it?" Anakin smiled. "It's quite an honour to have you here tonight. We appreciate the things you do for the Jedi."

Anakin tried really hard to make conversation, going as far as buying you a drink. You seemed unaware of his intentions.

"You must be the prettiest senator, hm?"

"I'm on the Council at my age"

The kid was absolutely whipped, he wasn't even being subtle with undressing your with his eyes.

"If you don't mind me asking, how old are you m'lady?" He mentally cursed himself for asking such stupid questions.

"27." You chuckle, pinching his cheek slightly.

Anakin's heart races at your touch, immediately perking up. "Really now? I thought you were younger than me for sure."

He shamelessly flirted with you for at least another 15 minutes before dropping the question. To his surprise you agreed quite easily.

"I knew my charm worked." He teased, standing up from the chair and offering you his hand.

You gracefully take it, laughing at his witty language.

He links your arm together with his once your on your feet, walking toward his Master.

"Obi-Wan is a great mentor. He taught me everything I know." Anakin spoke matter-of-factlly.

"Master Kenobi!" You were pleasantly surprised to see a familiar face.

"You two know each other?" Anakin mumbled.

"How can we not? The Council has had plenty of meetings with the Senate." The older Jedi took a hold of your free hand, kissing the back of it and making you chuckle softly.

"Shall we?" Obi-wan teased light-heartedly, offering you his arm as well.

You happily agree, linking your left arm with Obi-wan's right.

The three of you start making your way throughout the party. Anakin is still bragging, trying to swoon you with his wit while Obi-wan keeps apologizing for his behavior and teasing Ankin.

Three feet away from the entrance, Master Windu runs into the three of you.

"And what exactly is going on here?" He asks half teasingly, half seriously.

"We can't have the lady walking back by herself can we Windu?' Kenobi jokes, making Mace laugh it off and continue his way.

"My, my, I never thought I'd be accompanied by a Jedi." You look up at Master Kenobi. "Let alone two.." You turn your head back towards Anakin who's already grinning down at you.

"Well I can assure you-you're in good hands m'lady." Anakin teases, eyes flickering down to your chest every now and then.

"Yeah?" You furrow your eyebrows jokingly, squeezing their biceps.

Before long, the three of you are in your penthouse. In your living room, to be specific.

"Are you gentlemen up for drinks? Or are we getting down to business straight away?" You ask, despite already knowing the answer.

"You're asking?" Anakin gripped you by the hips, effortlessly pulling you down into his lap, kissing you sloppily.

Obi-wan chuckles at his eagerness, sitting down on the couch next to him and wrapping one arm around your waist.

They both maneuver you so that you're straddling Anakin's left and Obi-Wan's right leg, your knees pressed up against their crotches.

The 2 men take turns claiming your mouth hungrily. Their hands explore your body firmly, groping and massaging your curves.

Pulling away from Anakin you instinctively grind your hips against their thighs, causing a soft whimper to escape you.

"Eager?" Obi-Wan teases as he kisses you sloppily again. Anakin brings his head down, nipping and sucking on your neck.

"C'mon baby.." Ani wraps both of his hands around your waist, pulling you into his lap so your back is to him.

"Let's take this off shall we?" He teasingly pushed the strap of your dress down while Kenobi knelt before you.

You blush slightly as they undress you carefully, leaving you in just underwear.

"My, she's gorgeous." Obi-Wan groans, the noise muffled by your thigh.

"Absolutely." Anakin agrees, kissing your neck again.

Master Kenobi spreads your knees softly, making more space for himself between your legs.

"Relax beautiful, okay?" Anakin whispers, wrapping his metalic arm around your waist as his flesh one groped your tender breasts.

"Please, I-" You whimpered desperately but Anakin shut you up by kissing you.

Obi-wan slowly pulls your lacy panties down, burying his face between your thighs immediately.

You gasp into Anakin's mouth, causing him to tighten his grip on you.

You feel a pair of strong hands grip your thighs, pulling them up. Obi-wan settles them on his shoulders easily as he devours your pussy like a starved man.

One of your hands makes it's way down to his hair, playing with it and tugging softly when he hit a sensitive spot. The other one is tangled in the back of Anakin's head, holding him close.

Pulling away slightly, you whimper. "I-I'm gonna-" A moan interrupts you as an orgasm rips through you. Your thighs softly squeeze Obi-wan's head, walls convulsing around his tongue. Your back arches making your ass grind against Anakin's painfully hard erection, causing him to whimper.

After licking you clean, Obi-wan stands up, wiping his mouth.

"Let's take this to the bedroom." He sugested.

In seconds, you were dropped on your bed softly. Both men took their robes off before climbing on top of you, getting ready for another heated make out session.

Your hands roam their bare bodies, tracing various battle scars and the lines of their raw muscles in slight awe.

Seems like the Jedi training does pay off.

The room was filled with soft praises, moans and wet, sloppy sounds of your kisses.

They slowly pulled away and Obi-wan sat back against the headboard, pulling you into his lap and spreading your legs in the process.

Anakin groaned at the sight of your pussy, leaning in to press a few kisses up your thigh to your hip bone.

In the meantime, the older Jedi had already unbuckled his belt and was pumping himself while he waited.

"You ready, darling?" He asked.

"Yes." You purred softly.

"Good." He replied, lifting your hips and lining himself up with your back entrance, teasing softly.

"Let me know if something hurts, okay love?"

"Mhm" You whimpered, holding onto Anakin's shoulders as Obi lowered you onto his cock, stretching you out.

Once you were fully settled, he pulls you back carefully, gripping your hips as Ani also entered you, his tip mere inches from hitting your cervix.

Damn they were big.

You moan desperately at the fullness, gripping Anakin's forearm as you adjusted to the feeling, walls pulsing around both of them.

"You okay gorgeous?" Anakin kissed your cheek.

"Y-yeah" You whimpered desperately. "Please, just-" You moan as Obi-wan interrupts you, sliding your hips up and down his length.

Anakin waits a few seconds before starting to move himself.

The dual stimulation had you moaning and whimpering every second. The stretch was both a painful and pleasuring sensation and you felt like you could cum any second.

Anakin leans down to suck on your neck and Obi-wan pulls your head back gently by your hair, giving him better access.

The soft praise they were whispering mixed with their noises drove you insane, causing you to arch your back, pressing into Anakin.

They kept a slower, more sensational pace, not wanting to hurt you.

Soft grunts and whiny moans fill the air as the two Jedi run a train on you.

"Such a good girl..You take us so well baby." Anakin purred before kissing you and swallowing your moans.

"Pretty noises too." Obi-wan added as he massaged your tits in a circle, tweaking your nipples softly.

"Mmf...gonna cum.." You whine.

"Mhm, we got you pretty girl." Anakin chuckles.

"Need you to..to film me up." You mutter out, face contorting in pleasure.

With a slight jerk of your hips and a loud gasp, you finish, walls tightening around their thick lengths. Your jaw falls open and Anakin doesn't waste a second before shoving 2 fingers inside of it, shutting you up.

Tears start to appear in the corners of your eyes, body shaking softly and hips twitching uncontrollably.

Seconds later, both men finish, filling your holes up with their release.

At this point, you're full blown sobbing in overwhelming pleasure, chest heaving with deep, shaky breaths.

After riding out their own orgasms they carefully pull out.

"Shh, shh.." Anakin holds you tightly as Obi-wan slides you off of his cock, standing up from the bed.

"We didn't hurt you, did we my dear?" He asks, sitting down in one of the armchairs and starting to put his clothes back on.

"Mm-mm" You shake your head no as Ani lowers you onto the pillows, still not making an effort to pull out. He lays himself on top of you, breathing contently as he wraps his arms around you.

"I'll get up in a minute.." He murmurs. Your hands find their way to the his head, playing with the hair on the back of his head as you kiss the side of his face.

"You did so good for us, darling" Obi-wan stands up, walking over to you and placing a soft kiss on the top of your head. "I'll run you a bath."

Anakin gets up from you while pulling out carefully, drawing a whine from you and leaving you aching, sensitive.

Laying down beside you he wraps an arm around your waist, pulling you close. "And I'll join you." He chuckles softly, kissing your collarbone.

[xhunnybeeex]

kinktober post 1

Make Me God

TW// : NSFW content, religious themes, female anatomy, piv, oral (reader receiving), virgin reader, slight corruption kink, Priest! Anakin, pantie stealing, 

Anakin is sitting in his usual spot in the pews as you go to look for him. He holds his new vestments in his hands, gazing at them attentively. 

“They fit okay, Father?” you ask, sitting next to your friend. 

Anakin hesitates before answering, him becoming a priest slipping his mind. It was only a couple days since the young man had become a head figure at your guy’s church. Anakin had met you when you were young, 10 and 14. The both of you never went to the same school, for he was older and went to a private catholic school while you attended public classes. That never stopped the two of you from seeing each other at youth groups, church, and going out. Your parents liked the faithful, obedient man he has become as the two of you fell into your 20s. 

He blinks out of his trance and looks over to you. “Oh hey, sorry, this is all just so new still. It feels like a dream.” he chuckles, laying the folded cloth in his lap. 

“Its all official now!” you smile, excited for him. Your faith was everything to you, and he was wired the same way. Every action, every word, every thought, all to serve your savior. 

“It feels so different,” he admits. “ but in a way it’s like nothing has changed.” he plays with the cross on his neck, fiddling with the metal over his chest between his fingers. 

“What do you mean?” you ask. “Everyone sees me the same, nothing has changed in my reputation. But the power I have here, I think God can feel it." His voice is thick, his tone almost eerie. you nod delicately.  “I dont think it’s a bad thing people see you the same. They’ve always had high respect for you.” 

He pauses, his brows furrowed and his breathing slowed. “Do you?” he questions. Your palms begin to sweat and you begin to feel squirmy. “What? Of course I do, we all-” you ramble but he hushes you. “I didn't ask about everyone, I asked if you did.” he says sternly. He stands from his seat and towers in front of you as your back presses against the pews. “Anakin, i, of  course I do.” You mumble. He looks down at you and runs his knuckles down your cheekbone. 

“Of course you do, you would never disobey your father, your god.” His voice is silk. Your breathing halts and your legs cross. Your face turns away from his gaze and he can feel your body become warm. 

“You Are devoted to your god, aren’t to.” his hand holds your face up to look at his and his thumb presses under your jawline. “Yes father.” you mumble. His eyes move to your lips and he slowly moves his fingers to trace the pink skin. His fingers begin to force their way into your mouth. You don’t even think about moving, telling him to stop. This was your priest, you wouldn’t disobey. “Suck.” he mutters. You obey, sucking gently and swirling your tongue around his flesh. Your eyes are interlocked with his. His face is cold as his jawline is tightly clenched. 

He pulls his fingers out and moves down onto his knees, his face eye level with your stomach. He rolls your flowy sunday dress up your thighs and his jaw falls slack as he looks up and down your lace panties. “Your dripping, god made you so beautiful.” he kisses up your thigh as he slides the lace down your legs and stuffs them in his pocket, having no intentions to give them back to you. He licks a long stripe down your folds and your hands go to grip his shoulders when your body starts to shudder under him. His still wet fingers make their way into you and your nails dig into his shoulders through his button up. His lips wrap around your clit and his fingers curl inside of you. You bite your lip to muffle the sounds threatening to escape your lips. “Don't be quiet, let god hear how  good you feel.” 

He continues to tease you with the tip of his tongue.  your lips part  and your head falls back against the wooden pews. “You taste like heaven” he murmurs, almost too quietly for you to catch.

 He removes his fingers, leaving you to whine due to the empty feeling hes given you. He leaves kisses up your clothed stomach and makes his way up your jaw as he starts to stand and undo his belt. His pants and boxers fall to his ankles and he pulls your hips up to meet his. He lines your folds up with him before pushing himself into you. Your back arches and you cry out from the intense burn from your stretching pussy. 

“You're a virgin aren't you.” anakin asks, gripping your hips tightly as he gives you a moment to adjust. You nod frantically and he chuckles. “God would be proud of you.” He kisses your temple and begins to move his hips. The burn slowly turns into an intense feeling of pure pleasure. Low moans escape you and the priest's lips as he thrusts hard and slow into you. 

Sweat beads drip down his forehead and darken his blonde curls. His lips move to yours, his tongue slipping into your mouth. “Can you feel god through me?” he  grunts. “Yes, father.” you squeal. But with the way you are whining and clenching around him, he's convinced you are god, and this is heaven. 

His thrusting becomes quick and sloppy, your whining sounds like Hymns in his ear. He feels you clench around him and he holds onto your hips tighter, leaving dark bruises into your skin. “Let go, finish around your priest.” he commands, and you’ll always do what the father asks of you. 

You mind is fuzzy as he fucks you into oblivion. You feel the knot in your stomach unravel as anakin holds your body close to his chest, coating your walls with his orgasm. He pulls out, continuing to hold you close to him. He gently sets you on the pews. He takes your panties out of his pocket and wipes the slick around your folds to clean you up. He pulls his pants up and He slips them back into his pocket . He kisses your forehead and picks up his vestments and rubs your cheek with his thumb. “Will I be seeing you next Sunday, my dear?” Anakin asks. You nod and give him a small smile. “Yes father.” he smiles approvingly and walks to his office in the now empty church.  

AN//: OMGGG im so sorry this is late. This is my first one shot on tumblr and the first post for kinktober! Please like if you enjoyed and let me know if you would like to be tagged in the next post or to be removed from the current tag list. Love all. - beee! 

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