#james a stephens

[starrdream]

Anakin Skywalker x Padme's sister!reader summary: Anakin can't seem to control himself around Padme's younger sister includes: SMUT, praise, small age gap

Despite being Padme's bodyguard for years, Anakin couldn't bring himself to take his eyes away from you.

As if the Jedi code forbidding him from acting on his feelings towards you wasn't enough, the fact that you were Padme's sister and 4 years younger than him was the dealbreaker.

He was already 22 and you were barely 18. It made him feel guilty for thinking about you like that, especially when he was basically following your sister around half the time.

Padme was also very protective over you-always making sure you were okay, never letting you get in trouble, no leaving the house without bodyguards. She really wasn't taking any chances with you, even though she was usually in far more danger than you..

He'd never admit it but it made him so jealous.

He wanted to be the one to care about you like that. He wanted to be the one you'd kiss and hug every time you came to visit, not the one you'd acknowledge once in a blue moon.

It's not like the two of you never talked, you did..occasionally. Quick glances, shared laughter while you were with your sister and a rare smile when passing by.

But it wasn't enough for him. He wanted you and your attention completely and utterly to himself. The mere sight of you made his resolve weak.

He didn't know what he liked about you more. Your eyes? Your laugh, smile? The way you carried yourself? How smart you were? Was it the more reckless part of you?

Once, Padme insisted on sending Anakin to ensure your safety while you were out in the city. You claimed you'd 'hanging out with friends'..Poor Anakin had to watch and listen to you flirt with a boy for 2 whole hours.

It was the fact that he was nothing like the young boy that bothered Anakin. He was blonde with shorter hair and looked like he was about your age. Seemed like he wasn't a part of the Jedi order, considering the fact that he was publicly flirting with you..or the fact that he had any time to spare at all. Overall, Anakin and him were polar opposites.

He still wasn't over that even though 3 years passed since that day.

Though, he'd much rather watch you pining over a guy than not see you at all. The truth was, you hadn't come to Coruscant for a while. At least, not when he was there.

Because the war was slowly subsiding, Anakin's missions became longer-helping the galaxy recover from the damage it's people brought upon it.

Lucky for Anakin, Padme insisted you move to Curoscant to live with her. He, of course, had no knowledge of this-he was on a mission when Padme discussed this with you.

So now, not even 3 days after he returned from a mission-he was staring right at you as Padme cooed over you. He froze mid step, breath hitching and heart racing.

Anakin hadn't seen you in, what? 6-7 months, yet you looked so different. More mature, responsible..He wasn't sure if it was his mind playing tricks on him but to him, you looked like an actual angel.

You were so much beautiful than he remembered. Or maybe it was because he was starting to forget you which he silently cursed himself for as he walked over.

Anakin’s boots echoed in the hallway as he made his way closer, his mind a whirlwind of emotions he didn’t want to face. The light around you seemed to shimmer differently now. There you were, sitting next to Padmé, laughing softly as her sister lovingly fussed over you, tucking a loose strand of hair behind your ear.

But it was the way you held yourself—like you didn’t need anyone—that got to him the most.

The pull toward you was undeniable, raw. He’d tried to ignore it before. He’d convinced himself that it was just the stress of the war. That it was just the loneliness. But now? Standing here, seeing you like this, he couldn’t deny it anymore

"Anakin." You greeted, your voice warm but with an edge of something more. It made him pause.

"Hello m'lady." He said, his voice sounding a little too hoarse, a little too soft. He tried to force a smile, but it felt like it cracked before it fully formed. "I just got back."

Padmé looked up from you, a smile forming on her lips. "Anakin, it’s good to see you. I wasn’t expecting you up so soon."

"I uh...wasn't really tired last night" He shakes his head, standing behind Padme with his arms crossed.

"Well, let me go find something for us to eat and drink, yeah?" Padme smiled at you expectantly.

"Sure." You chuckle out a sigh.

As soon as she's out the door, you can't help it.

"Ani? My goodness you've grown" You chuckle, leaning your face on the palm of your hand.

"So have you... grown more beautiful, I mean...for a Senator, I mean."

Anakin tries to keep his cool by throwing you a sheepish smile, but in reality-he's mentally facepalming for his nervousness and stupid choice of words.

You chuckle, shaking your head as Padme comes back. She's holding a tray with 3 cups, a teapot and some cookies.

Adapting to seeing you around all the time was agonizing for Anakin. Not a second passes by without Anakin thinking about you. It seems like you are embedded in his soul.

He'll never get used to you smiling and greeting him every time you walked by. Nor eating meals together. Nor catching you staring at him, seemingly zoned out.

It was late, maybe 2 AM. The whole apartment was quiet, the only sound the hum of appliances and the occasional ship passing by.

He had spent too many nights like this-sitting on the couch, staring at the view before him, unable to turn off his thoughts. It was getting ridiculous, really. He was a Jedi. He was trained to control his emotions, to let go of attachments.

"What the-" His head snapped towards the source of the sound. It seemed to be coming from your room.

An intruder? No—he would’ve felt a disturbance in the Force.

Anakin was on his feet before he could think, instincts kicking in as he rushed toward your door. His heart pounded in his chest as he reached for the handle, only hesitating for a fraction of a second before pushing it open.

"M'lady?!" He called out as soon as the door opened. Anakin stepped into the room just in time to see a shadow slipping toward the window. His jaw clenched.

"Where do you think you’re going?"

You froze.

Slowly, very slowly, you turned around, caught like a thief in the night. Your eyes were wide, lips slightly parted, as if you were scrambling for an excuse.

Anakin crossed his arms, leaning against the wall with an unimpressed look. "Well?"

You exhaled through your nose, muttering something under your breath before forcing a smile. "Anakin! What a surprise. I was just-uh. getting some fresh air."

"At two in the morning?”" He arched his scarred eyebrow.

You cleared your throat, straightening up and taking a few steps away from the window. "Best time for it."

He huffed out a dry laugh, stepping closer. "Try again."

You shifted on your feet, eyes darting toward the door, then back to him. "It’s not a big deal."

"If it wasn’t a big deal, you wouldn’t be sneaking."

That shut you up.

"I wasn’t going far," you argued. "Just—meeting my friends."

Anakin sighed, pinching the bridge of his nose. "You do realize that Coruscant isn’t exactly safe at this hour, right?"

"Oh, please," you scoffed. "It’s not like I’m wandering into the lower levels. We’re just going Nothing’s going to happen."

"That’s not the point." His jaw clenched. "You shouldn’t be sneaking around in the first place."

You rolled your eyes. "I’m not a child, Anakin. I don’t need a lecture."

"No," he agreed, stepping even closer. "But you do need to stop making my life harder."

"What?" You scoffed, arms crossing over your chest.

He sighed, dragging a hand down his face before looking at you again, frustration laced with something deeper. "Do you have any idea what it’s like to worry about you all the time?"

You stared at him, caught off guard. "Anakin, I'm not 12, I'll be fine."

Anakin exhaled sharply, his patience hanging by a thread. "Either you stay, or I’m coming with you."

"You don’t get to make that decision for me, Anakin."

"Someone has to," he shot back, voice rough with frustration. "Because clearly, you don’t care how reckless you’re being."

You scoffed. "I’m not reckless. You're just like Padme. I don’t need you hovering over me like some overprotective-"

"Maker, do you even hear yourself?" He took a step closer, whisper-shouting now in order to not wake up your sister. The intensity in his eyes making your breath hitch. "I can’t just let you walk out of here because it would kill me if something happened to you."

The words hung in the air, heavy and unshakable.

"Anakin-"

"No." He shook his head, stepping even closer, until he was barely a breath away. "I can’t do this anymore. I can’t act like it doesn’t tear me apart every time you walk away. And I sure as hell can’t sit here and let you slip through my fingers again."

The air between you was electric, charged with something you’d both been avoiding for far too long.

You swallowed hard, your voice barely a whisper. "Then don’t."

Anakin froze. His breathing was uneven, his hands trembling at his sides.

And then-his lips were on yours.

It wasn’t slow. It wasn’t hesitant. It was desperate, messy, like he had been holding himself back for far too long and had finally snapped.

You gasped against him, but any protest died the second his hands cupped your face, pulling you deeper into him. His lips moved against yours like he was afraid you’d disappear, like he needed to memorize the way you felt.

Stars, you were drowning in him. In the way he kissed you, in the way his breath hitched when your fingers curled into his tunic.

He kissed just like he fought-passionate, relentless, as if the very idea of stopping was unbearable. His fingers curled into your hair, deepening the kiss, stealing every breath from your lungs.

A low groan rumbled in his chest when you let out a soft whimper, and suddenly, you found yourself backed against the wall, his body caging you in.

His thumb brushed over your jaw as he pulled away, gaze flickering between your eyes and your mouth. "Tell me to stop," he rasped. "Tell me, and I will." He mumbled, face barely an inch from yours.

You didn’t even think twice before your arms wrap around his neck, pulling him closer. Every part of you felt alive, a rush of heat and electricity coursing through your veins.

His lips left yours briefly, both of you gasping for air, but he didn’t give you a chance to fully process what was happening. His mouth was on your neck now, pressing soft, heated kisses against your skin, sending shivers down your spine.

"Anakin..." Your breathless voice cracked as your fingers dug into his shoulders, pulling him even closer.

He groaned your name, his lips trailing upward to your ear. "I’ve wanted this for so long," he muttered between kisses, his voice raw. "I can’t stop thinking about you. It’s... it’s all I ever do."

You closed your eyes, overwhelmed by the sensation of his words and his touch. Everything in you wanted this-wanted him. It was all too much, and yet, you couldn’t pull away.

You felt his breath hot against your skin as he pulled back, his chest heaving. "Tell me you want this too," he said, voice thick with desire. "Please, just say it. I need to know you want this."

You looked up at him, eyes clouded with the same urgency, the same need. "I want this," you breathed out, unable to hide the truth any longer. "I want you."

"Please…" He whispered your name like a prayer, his hands moving to the small of your back, urging you closer. He pushed you back on the bed, crawling over you.

You welcome him with open arms, wrapping one around his neck while the other one runs over his back and arm. His arm is steadily holding you up by the waist, caressing and squeezing your skin while the mechanic one is holding his weight up.

"Ani" You whimper as his hips involuntarily grind against you, rubbing his thick length against your thigh.

"I'm sorry m'lady" He teases, lips latching onto your jaw and neck. "You ever done this before?" He mutters against your skin as he trails kisses down your neck.

"Yeah.." You mumble sheepishly, although you do your best to hide it. For some reason, that felt worse than saying you weren't. You couldn't tell why.

He hums, nipping at a sensitive spot on your neck before he pulls back slightly, slipping his Jedi robe off and letting it fall to the ground.

"I couldn't wait to get my hands on you.." Anakin brushes his nose against your neck as his hands trail from your thighs up to your waist, slipping under your shirt and taking it off.

You waste no time in tugging on the remaining clothes he has, which he complies with immediately-pushing his pants down as you fumble with the buttons of his shirt.

Withing seconds, both of you are naked and his tip is teasing your entrance as he adjusts himself. "Tell me to stop if it gets too much, okay?" He whispers.

"As if.." You chuckle, swallowing thickly as he parts your legs with his knee, accidentally brushing against your wetness.

He shakes his head in amusement before bottoming out, drawing a loud gasp from you.

"Shh...can't have none of that when your sister's sleeping in the next room.." He warns you

"R-right.." Your voice weavers.

"Good, good.." He nods tauntingly before starting to move again. His hips snap against yours in a firm pace, filling the sound with various but muffled noises.

Your hands run up and down his back and arms, grounding yourself against the almost punishing sensations. To refrain from making noise, you bit down on your lip. Hard. To the point where you could swear it was bleeding.

Still, soft and desperate noises managed to make their way to Anakin's ears and gosh, he was enjoying them, but no way is he gonna let himself be caught before he destroys your pussy thoroughly at least once.

"I told you to shut up." He mutters breathlessly, hand coming up to cover your mouth.

That, mixed with his precise thrusts makes you moan into his hand, and arch up, taking him deeper. His tip had no problem in kissing your cervix repeatedly..

"Damnit.." He huffs "No wonder half the Senators trip over themselves for you."

Your eyes roll back, fingers digging into his skin desperately as your body recoils against the bed with the force of his thrusts. Anakin's eyes keep wandering over your half covered face and body-taking in the way your tits bounce.

"Anakin-oh, Maker" You breathe out, tightening around him as if to pull him deeper and further into you.

"Too loud.." He shakes his head, smashing his lips against yours in a sloppy kiss. It's messy and desperate, as if he never kissed anyone in his life. His tongue delves in your mouth, lapping over yours hungrily.

"Mhm, that's right." He encourages "I've got you."

His voice alone sent shivers down your spine. Heat started pooling in your lower belly, the familiar sensation making you more aroused and excited.

Your hand grips the sheets, back arching further into him as you cum. Your walls are basically suffocating his length and boy, does it feel good.

Your breathing is labored and you're babbling nonsense quietly as Anakin ruts his hips into yours repeatedly, groaning above you. His breath fans your neck and jaw, making you feel even hotter and vulnerable.

"Fuu-where do you want me?" He prompts, voice strained. "Hm, pretty girl?"

"Mmmh.." You whine "Anywhere you want..I don't care I just need you."

"Correct." He teases, giving a few rough thrusts before spilling inside of you with a soft whimper of pleasure, painting your insides white.

[setaflow]

Gay pride happens in June and gay wrath happens whenever hbomberguy drops a 3+ hour video essay about a specific topic

[mushroomseb]

BLACK SAILS 1.07 "VII."

[erodingsinner]

civilization is coming and it means to exterminate us. if we are to survive we must unite behind our own king. we have no kings here. I am your king.

#blacksailsweek25:

DAY 3 — FAVORITE CHARACTER.

[mab1905]

Jopson is the one human.

[starlightseraph]

he’s so silly - part 2/?

[zairaalbereo]

Captain James Flint — serval years late, but hopefully not too many doubloons short.

Or in other news, I finally watched Black Sails, predictably for anyone who ever knew me fell in love, and ever since, have been trying to do Flint’s vibe of “stoic while simultaneously looking pained, amused, exasperated and about three seconds from murderous” justice.

[iamtryingtobelieve]

Each cut, each scar, each burn, a different mood or time. I told him what the first one was. I told him where the second one came from. I remembered them all. And for the first time in my life, I felt beautiful. Finally part of the earth. I touched the soil, and he loved me back. Secretary (2002) Dir: Steven Shainberg

[starrdream]

A sam smut fic like he hears u talking to ur friends about how "sex is overrated" and he proves reader wrong

hope u like it xoxo

Sam Monroe x f!reader summary: Sam overhears the conversation you had with your friends.. includes: SMUT, rough sex, overstimulation, dirty talk, idk what else

This isn’t exactly a conversation you have at your lunch table at school.

"No, I’m telling you, it’s not that fun." You shrug, taking another bite of your sandwich. "People hype it up too much."

"Oh shut up, y/n." One of your girlfriends groaned, rolling her eyes. "You just hadn't had your guts rearranged yet and that's okay."

Nor in any public space to be honest.

"Jesus could you be any more graphic?" You snort. "Besides, I still think it's overrated."

"No but seriously, I don't think it's as bad as you take it to be." Another friend chimes in. "Maybe the guy was just bad."

"I don't think so." You shake your head.

"Yeah I don't know..you always get with fugly guys I wouldn't be surprised if that was the case.." The first friend chuckles.

"Yeah your taste in men is awful." The second friend agrees. "They probably don't even know what they're doing.."

"Aren't you a virgin?" You ask the second girl, tilting your head. That shut her up real quick.

Unbeknownst to you, Sam was sitting at the table behind you, soaking up every word from the conversation you just had with your friends.

A part of him was sure he could change your mind. What even were the odds that you actually didn't enjoy it as much as any other horny teenager?

Mustering all the courage he had, Sam decided to shoot his shot...

The room was thick with heat. Every thrust sent shockwaves through your body, the slick, wet sounds filling the space between breathless moans. Your fingers twisted into the sheets, knuckles turning white as you braced yourself against the force of his thrusts

"Fuck, fuck, fuck.." You yelped as Sam's thick length kept thrusting in and out of you at a steady pace.

"Yeah? What was that?" Sam teases you, leaning against your back to nip at your neck. His voice is a deep rasp against your ear

"Please Sam.." You moaned, voice shaky, pathetic-desperate.

"Please what? You want it harder? Is this not good enough?" He coos breathlessly.

"Ngh-Sam.." You gasp.

"Mid stuff right? Well I'm about to fuck the doubt right out of you." He groans, gripping your hips tighter as he pounds into your throbbing pussy.

Your moans and whimpers become muffled as you bury your face in a pillow, arching your back and pushing your hips back to meet his thrusts.

The pressure built inside you, twisting and coiling, ready to consume you whole.

"Yeah? I think you're really starting to enjoy it now." He chuckles, one hand caressing and softly squeezing your ass.

Spreading your knees further with his knee, he allows himself to take you deeper.

"Oh right there-" You whine, pushing your head further against the pillow.

"Ah-ah-ah, can't have any of that.." He scolds. Sam’s hand suddenly tangled in your hair, yanking your head up.

His pace stuttered for just a moment before he recovered, his lips brushing against the shell of your ear. "Let me hear you pretty girl." He teases softly.

Sam continues to pound into you from behind, strained grunts and soft whimpers escaping him every now and then. He's painfully hard inside you-the view of you arched and spread out before him only making it worse.

You convulse around him, gripping the sheets tighter as you babble nonsense. Seems like he did fuck your brains out because not a single coherent sentence left your mouth from that point on.

"You gonna cum f'me? Hm?" Sam asks, voice hoarse and rough.

"Fuck..mhh, gonna.." You mutter, words interrupted by pathetic whimpers and wails.

"I didn't quite catch that.." Sam repeats teasingly, but the way he was thrusting into you was anything but gentle.

"Nghh" You mewl in response, loosing your mind at the sensations.

"Mhm, that's what I thought." He tilts your hips up, changing the angle and rubbing against your spot repeatedly.

Sam.

The only word you could say out loud and the only thing on your mind as your eyes welled with tears. He kept rambling something but you were too lost in the pleasure to make out what he's saying.

Your walls flutter and clamp down on him, causing him to let out a soft moan. And that was enough. An orgasm crashed over you-hips bucking, thighs shaking and lip quivering.

Sam wasn't far behind you, unleashing his load into your pussy before pulling out and leaving you aching and sore.

"Fucked you stupid, didn't I?" He snorts as he turns you over, wiping some of your tears away.

"Don't cry. You did so good for me." He coos 'innocently' as his fingers trail down to your sensitive hole.

"Sam-" Your weak and meaningless protest is interrupted by Sam shoving two fingers inside of you, curling and pumping in and out steadily.

Was it too much? Yes. But gosh you never wanted him to stop.

[staraayla]

my mind is thinking about so many professor hayden scenarios 🫦

[skywalkoverme]

𝐓𝐡𝐞 𝐏𝐞𝐫𝐟𝐞𝐜𝐭 𝐇𝐨𝐮𝐬𝐞𝐰𝐢𝐟𝐞

a/n: Request made by anon! I hope I covered all the tags lol.

𐙚 Anakin Skywalker x Fem! Reader 𐙚 18+ MDNI

Summary: You're close friends with your neighbor, Anakin.

Warnings/contains: modern au, dom! male, sub! fem, dilf + milf, adultery, raw sex, multiple orgasms, squirt+cream orgasm, crying during sex, rough sex, oral sex (f reciv), choking, lots of dirty talk, reader is a milf, proof read-- english is not my first language!

Word Count: 3.3k // More on my Master list! + follow & reblog pls

You held a tumbler to your breasts, and it was all he could focus on. Your white French tipped nails wrapped around that pink tumbler filled with hot coffee. A baby pink scarf around your head and neck and a pale coat that hugged your body. You stomped some to keep warm as your eyes followed the boys while they did drills up and down the outdoor rink. The sound of their hockey sticks, and sharp blades as they scraped on the ice echoed through the rink.

Anakin wore a knitted hat and coat as he stood beside you, his own hands engulfed in warm gloves. “You’re usually standing with the coaches before the games. Did you get kicked out again?” You asked before sipping from the warm drink.

“Apparently, my ambition has distracted the boys.”

“I told you last season to sign up for head coach. Luke likes you in the coach’s circle.”

“He does? You must know something that I don’t.”

You shrugged, “I eavesdrop when the boys have their sleepovers.” He nearly missed it as you traced your forefinger on the opening of the tumbler lid.

His breath hitched as he watched your nail… “U- Ahem, I won’t lie and say I don’t do the same thing.”

“Good friends keep you honest.” He nods once. “Were you thinking of coming over for dinner?”

And have the excuse to see your curves in a short apron? “Of course.”

“I hate when he’s out of town…” You twisted the ring on your slim fingers, “the house feels empty.”

“I’m sure me and the boys could help with that.” He smirked without looking at you. You stared at the side of his face and noted his cockiness. He’s sweet but prideful. Anakin knows how much you want him around, how excited it made you to hear his voice or even stand beside you like this. There was something about his charisma that drew you into him. You supposed it was the reason why even the people who couldn’t stand him found themselves circled around him for news about the team or his own life.

Last June

You had moved into this neighborhood with your husband and son. Two houses down from Anakin and his twins, you lived in a three-story home: pale blue exterior and close to the lakeshore. Anakin first spotted you as you carried in a small box from the moving truck and into the home. You came back outside and leaned on a porch pillar, a sweating water bottle in your hand, a white tank top clung to your form and blue jean shorts around your curvy hips.

The water from his hose sprayed on his car as his jaw loosened. “…holy shit.” Anakin’s eyes followed your every step as you walked back to the moving truck to assist your husband and son.

It didn’t take long before you turned around and waved. The man smiled drunkenly, his tongue rolled between his teeth as he waved back, watering his porch. You tilted your head at his actions, “Oh, Shit!” He turned his watering hose back to the grass and chuckled. By the time he turned towards your house, you were inside again. “Dad!” Leia called from the doorframe. “Where is my---” She scoffed, “Why is the porch wet?! My friends are coming over!”

“They can go through the side door.” He muttered distractedly. “Who are the new neighbors?” Through a sweaty brow, he peered over at your family.

“Huh? Oh, that’s the L/N’s.” Leia waved a hand and ate from a bag of grapes.

“I think the son plays hockey; I saw goalie pads.” Luke leaned on the porch, his attention on his phone. “We need a player badly, Dad.”

“Let’s wait until they get settled in and then we can visit.” Anakin finished watering the grass and sighed.

Leia shook her head, “We need to bring a gift. You can’t show up to someone’s house without one.”

“I can go to the store!” Luke perked up and slipped his phone into his pocket.

“Tsk, no! You just want an excuse to drive Dad’s car!” The two raced to the keys that rested in a ceramic dish by the door. Anakin didn’t care for the commotion that occurred over his car because all his attention was given to you while you rest in your husbands’ arms, his arms around your neck as he kissed your deeply. Part of him wanted to yell and tell you both to get a room but he couldn’t pull his eyes away from the lewd sight. “Dad! Leia took the keys!”

“Then get in the passenger side.” He groaned and pushed a cap onto his head.

Within a week of you living here, it was clear to Anakin that he wasn’t the only person, man or woman, who found you to be a beautiful and perfect distraction.

Present

“Poor thing, you look like an icicle.” Anakin chuckled and cupped your hands in his warm gloves. “Still not used to the cold?”

“I’m used to the cold, not the snow.” You said as he gently rubbed your hands. Other parents in the stands watched as he gently warmed you up. “Only a few more weeks of this until—”

“Rain.” The man chuckled and wrapped his arms around your shoulders.

“Mhhh, thank you.” You slumped against his body as his heat enveloped your body. “That’s perfect.” This wasn’t Anakin’s first time pushing it a little far with you. There were times where you’d find your way to his lap or in the tuck of his arm on someone’s couch. Each time, you figured there was some implications that pointed to him wanting more from you, but you’d just brush it off.

“There you go…” He chuckled and playfully kissed the top of your head. The practice came to an end and the boys began to take off their helmets and padding. Anakin refused to let you go, a teasing whine on his lips as he whispered to you, “You’re like a little bunny…I can’t let you go; you’ll freeze to death.” You laughed, a hand in your hair as you twirled a lock. “Have a good night!” A few parents exchanged their goodbyes with you and Anakin, used to the dynamic by now.

You felt a hand on your shoulder, “Moooom!” Your son shook your shoulder harder. “We wanna order in.” You faked a whine and buried your face into Anakin’s shoulder.

Luke chucked, “Hold me, Mister Walker~” He mocked your voice and nudged your son's shoulder. Luke brought your son into his arms and ruffled his hair.

"Very funny!" Your son pushed Luke into the snow.

“How about I drive your mom home and you both can meet us there?” Your son agreed and dug in your purse for car keys. He walked with Luke to your car and tossed their gear into the trunk. Anakin gently spun you on the ice outside the rink and led you inside.

You quickly gripped the side of the rink and shook your head, “I don’t have on skates! You don’t either!” The man took off his gloves as you stood awkwardly, your ass poked out and your feet spread as if you were too scared to move.

 “C’mon.” He rests his left hand on top of yours, the other on your lower stomach as he helped you stand up straight.

“I’m going to fall.”

“If you wish, you will.” He said as he helped push your feet on the ice. You clung tightly to him, your nails pressed into skin. His nose buried in your hair as he took deep inhales. Anakin held back a moan as your ass pressed on the front of his pants. His eyes fluttered close as you focused on reaching the next wall. Your hands quickly grabbed the padded side in a quick crash. The man’s hips rocked onto your soft backside and groaned. You gasped; a warmth built in your cheeks.

“I’m sorry!”

The man chuckled, his hold on your lower stomach tightened. “I’m not complaining, Sweetheart.” Your stomach flipped as he pulled you back with him towards the center of the rink; you quickly gripped his forearms for support. “Lean back on me, I’ve got you.” The man whispered and you gave him your weight. “You see the far zone?” You nod at the yellow exit. “We can make it…” With slowly glides, he takes you towards the far zone, his attention on your sweet expression outlined by your hair. “There you go.” He gently rubbed your lower stomach, his curious fingers played with the delicate, cold skin of your hand. Chills ran down your spine repeatedly without much of a break due to the sensual touches.

Without much of a warning, the man spun your joining until your backs faced the exit. He let his body take the hit and push the door open; his arms wrapped around your waist as you rolled on the fluffy pile of snow. “Christ!” You yelped as he chuckled and pushed snow from your clothes. Your legs tangled with his as you lay against him. “I’ll bring my skates next time.”

“It’s better this way.”

“Why?” You balled up some snow in your hands. “So I can struggle?”

“You’re so adorable when you struggle.” He pets your hair. You smush the snowball onto his face and stand up. The man laughed and pulled you back into the pile of snow.

When you and Anakin arrived at your house later, half of the team surrounded your kitchen islands; some half-eaten boxes of pizza and others were empty. Hockey uniforms were tossed in the laundry room and bags were lined up by the entrance. “Uhm, honey?” You grabbed the attention of every player. “My son.” You cleared your throat, and the young man found his way to you, “I thought it was just you and Luke tonight.”

“You didn’t see my text?” He asked as he was thrown a game controller. You sighed and looked through your notifications. “I guess not. Anyway, Chris’ truck had some issues so I said he could come here…the rest of ‘em found their way here.” He shrugged.

Anakin hung you and his coat, eavesdropping some. “…alright. Since it’s so many of you, sleep on the third floor.”

“Thank you!” he quickly kissed your cheek and called out an ‘I love you’ before turning his attention to the television, as his thumbs rolled over the controller’s right and left sticks.

Anakin flipped through a few boxes before he found an untouched pizza. He raised it with a smirk and followed your lead upstairs. His eyes followed your hips as they swished from side to side; his bottom lip caught in between his teeth. “I need to get out of these wet clothes.” He playfully bit the air behind your ass as you walked ahead, “Do you want to change into something else?”

“Hm? Yeah.”

You walked into the master’s bedroom and disappeared for a few moments. Anakin set the pizza box on the table and began to undress in the second living room. When you returned, you didn’t shy from the sight and instead you handed him a pajama set. In those grey shorts you now wore, you ass seemed fatter. He stood behind you as he buttoned the pajama shirt close, a breath away from your body. You looked comfortable in your alma mater sweatshirt. Perhaps it was how comfortable you were around him as you switched through movies until you settled on something you’d seen a million times. Anakin settled on the couch, his feet propped up, when you joined him.

From your fingertips, you took a few bites of your pizza. Anakin leaned forward and took a bite of your slice. His arm tucked around your neck as you lay back on him. “Did you put on perfume?” He took another inhale.

“Yes.” You tried your best to swallow your spit discreetly as your heart throbs in your chest.

“It smells nice.” He brought your neck closer to his nose and nipped it with his lips playfully. You puckered your lips and pushed him away. “C’mon.” He followed you to the other side of the couch and kissed your cheek. You didn’t move away as he hovered over you, a leg between both yours. “I’m just being friendly.” He leaned deeper over you and bit your shoulder. Your hands rests on his shoulders as he kissed the reddened spot.

“Friendly? None of my friends do that.” You rose up and turned him on his back, your legs straddled his.

“Really? I could have sworn I’d seen you and Valentina like this in November.” He sat up on his hands, his lips a centimeter from yours as his eyes traced your dazed expression. “May I try something?” You nodded as he leaned into your lips, his hands sunk into your hair as you kissed him back. Your mouth opened for him, his thick tongue made it’s warm and silken impression on yours. Without warning, he took the gold band from your finger, minding the large diamond before he set it on the table. Your body fell onto his; his rock-hard cock under you as he sucked on your bottom lip, and you took his top lip into your mouth. “Fuck, you feel amazing.” He groaned, palming your ass as you sat on his hips.

You pulled off your sweatshirt and left yourself in a bra and shorts. …just as big as I imagined! You thought as his cock throbbed under your heat. Maybe bigger. He grabbed a fistful of your hair and turned you on your side. He lay against you on the couch, soft kisses trailed down your collarbones and to the edge of your bra. “Careful…”  He inhaled your excited exhales and breathed it back into your lungs. “We shouldn’t be doing this.”

“I know.” His forehead rests against yours, his fingertips glide over the heat of your skin. “We won’t get caught.”

He chuckled, “You sound so sure of yourself.” Anakin whispered as his lips brushed against yours, “Your son already thinks I’m fucking you.” You shook your head, “It's true. Now, I’m trying to be a good man; to respect your marriage, Y/n.” He hiked your leg up on his hip until you were spread open.

You peered up at him with those large eyes, glazed with need, “You don’t care about my marriage.” Again, he laughed. His tone was not convincing from the start but you calling him out was comical in the heat of the moment. His hand tucked into the waistband of your shorts and grazed over your slit through your panties.

“He’s a lucky man…” You followed Anakin’s eyes to a marriage photo behind your head on the side table. He turned his gaze down to you as his fingers played with your slickened pussy. “Shhhh…” He circled the pad of his thumb on your clit. When you began to whimper a little too loud for his liking, Anakin took a deep kiss from your lips, his tongue dove into your mouth so lewdly.

The erection that bulged against your leg distracted you from his middle fingers that seamlessly slipped into your pussy, stretching your pink pussy. He swallowed your whimpers in his mouth as he pumped his fingers in and out of your pussy at a steady pace; each stroke curled to your sensitive spot inside your pussy. “N~ nnhhg~” You kissed the shell of his ear, and he pressed even deeper onto you until you could feel the ridges of his muscles through the pajama fabric.

He sped up, his fingers fucked you faster, “Ride my fingers.” He said softly as your sweating forehead pressed on his. Your hips bucked forward to his rhythm, seeking that delicious feeling that stirred in your core. “Ride them.” He repeated and you sat up on your hands, working your hips to the pace. Your silky walls clenched him with every stroke so rightfully, he took his place between your thighs. Two lips around your clitoris as he weakened your hole with his thick and invasive digits. He suckled until he found that perfect center. Your thighs faltered and his breath grew hotter as he breathed on your pussy, inhaling your sweet scent. “You can take it, pretty girl~”

Never had your husband spoken to you in this way, touched you in this manner. Sure, this was cheating but dammit, it felt good. He pushed your thighs wide and pushed a third finger into your cunt. The flat of his tongue pressed on your hard clitoris and you whined from the pressure. Anakin could feel your climax building; your walls clutched him tightly and you ride his fingers faster. Your exhales scattered and needy as if you were trapped in a tight space. “Cum for me.” He moaned into your ear, “Cum on my fingers, pretty girl.” His lips swallowed your cries as he worked your core. When you came along his thick digits, he could feel your pussy spasm and see your eyes roll back. He gently pats your cunt until you squirted over the couch cushions; he quickly gathered you in his arms to keep you from falling back. His hand stroked your damp forehead, a kiss on your temple as he carefully placed you on your hands and knees.

Your arms lazily held the arm rest of the couch as you huffed. You couldn’t remember when he pulled off your panties or took your bra off but with the heat you felt they weren’t needed. He pinned you to the couch, his hands rests on top of yours as his muscular frame caged you in. His firm cockhead pressed of the folds of your swollen pussy, “Mhh, fuck.” He groaned in your ear, a tempting edge to his voice. “…little cunt.” His tip caught on the opening of your pussy, threatening to push inside at any given second.

Anakin gripped your throat in his hand and tilted your head back, so you’d look him in the eyes. He enjoyed the feel of your body against his, the center of your sensitivity against his. Your breathing was quick, your body still twitching from the last orgasm. “You’ll take every inch of my dick, won’t you?” You nodded as his lips hovered over yours. He pried your lips open and spat in your open mouth. “Swallow it.” You obeyed his command as your eyes glossed over. Slowly, he buried himself to the crotch inside of you. “Fuck, you’re choking my cock.” Your eyelashes fluttered as he gripped your throat tightly.

He pushed into you at a comfortable pace as you gripped the couch, a few obscene moans left your mouth.

Downstairs, two or three of the boys turned their head to the sounds coming from the second floor.

Anakin quickened his pace as he pumped your pussy full of his fat cock. “Shhh…” He chuckled as you gripped the couch tighter. “Shut up or I’ll take you to the floor.” You could barely understand him as each stroke twisted your consciousness. His cock was the kind that you savor so naturally, you did so. Mindlessly, your mouth pooled with drool. Anakin laughed before kissing your lips. “You’re such a filthy whore.”

“Y- yes, Sir.” He pistoned into your cunt harder, stroking deeper with every sway of his hips. Anakin gripped your throat harder until your vision grew blurry and all you could think of was his cock. Drunk off his length, you hadn’t noticed the stairwell lights that flicked on.

“This is what you wanted, right?” You only exhaled a breathless moan, “They can hear you, slut.” He taunted in your ear. “Can you hear me, fuck doll?”

You nodded; your drool spilled on the side of the couch. “M- mhm.”

“Letting me fuck your pussy raw, you’re such a whore.” You smirked; you’d already came on his cock twice now. He kept his full length in you and stirred his hips with a deep groan; his cock whisks your insides, rearranging your guts.

“F- fuck~ ” He took your clawing hand and pressed it on your stomach that bulged with his length. You could hear the boys downstairs as they gathered blankets for the night and prepared for their night over.

“Focus on what’s important.” Anakin’s words echoed in your ear as he continued his relentless bucking into your cunt. “There you go~”

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[squilfmybeloved]

loving multiple ships is so fun like yeah thats tony's wife pepper, pepper's wife may, and pepper and may's wife natasha. yeah that's pepper's husband tony, tony's husband rhodey, tony's other husband steve, steve's husband bucky, bucky's boyfriend sam, bucky's girlfriend sarah, and tony's other OTHER husband stephen. and they're all coparenting peter parker, what about it?

[erodingsinner]

#yes he's committed many crimes #but he literally has big sad wet eyes.

[jacquelying]

[mediacircuspod]

They really went to Toby Stephens and said, “We’re imagining the saddest man—completely regret ridden, absolutely terrified of his own passions, but also weirdly “dark nautical” in theme.

And Toby Stephens went, “That’s actually kind of my specialty.”

[starlightseraph]

he’s so silly