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I usually don't say anything here, i try to stay out and just see things unfolding, but holy shit, today people were T.R.Y.I.N.G me, so here it goes

I'm not a Rachel Bilson fan, not even close, i've never watched The O.C., i know fuck all about her other than her relationships with Hayden and Bill, i don't really care, and looking from my point of view yes, she does come off to me as a L.A California Girl airhead... but to bring her child into it???? What the fuck is wrong with some people?

Ok, let's start there, the "rumors" if obscure 1k views TikToks can be even called that (i'm not on X much, i've only seen the TikTok account and some anons on tumblr).

People say "oH, WhY DOEns't sHe DEny thE RUmOrs????" Why would she? Why would she, genius???? Even assuming she for a fact know about it, why would she come to public about it??? Do you guys even think? Do you even know how the celebrity world works?? No one who is anyone has ever heard those rumors, is not in any tabloid or any page, it's just the 5 people (on fucking tumblr of all places) who believe it, this is not news worthy. Why would she go out of her way to bring up a subject the larger media has never heard about? Then the people who don't know would actually become aware of it. Remember the orgasm comment? It only went as big as it did because it was a controversial topic she talked about on her podcast, if it wasn't controversial no one would have cared, and back then the misinformation that came from it was insane, it makes you wonder if people even read it beyond the headlines. I saw people saying she said Hayden in particular has never made her orgasm, which is a gross oversimplification of what she said, she had not mentioned him by name and she was very clear she wasnt putting the blame on him or on any ex, that the problem was the birth control and her own ignorance over her body. But people went right on ignoring that part and going for the more uncharitable interpretation of it. And it got worse, i once saw a girl asking why people hated Rachel so much, an another one's response was "Rachel has come out in her podcast to say that Hayden couldn't get it up" WHAT? That's not even in the same area code as what she said, but there it goes, the misinformation continues. Now the confused girl is probably thinking "Ok, but what if??" It would be the same thing if she ever came to public to deny something no one has ever asked her, even if she said "Hayden is the father guys, don't be stupid", some people would just read the headline and be like "Is this even in question? What if..." all to silence 5 anons on tumblr who won't believe her anyway because their minds are already made, and now people who had no idea about the rumors do and will get to their own conclusions anyway. Brilliant move, i wonder if anyone with an actual brain would think of something so "smart"

All of this just makes Hayden look bad. You don't see that? It makes him look foolish and naive, when he isn't. Like the girl who said Rachel called him "impotent", and now someone out there will actually think there could be some basis for that, when it wasnt what she said at all. All these questions about his paternity are seriously ignoring the fact that if he wasnt the father HE WOULD KNOW, because he is not brainless. He has eyes, he can do the math, if Briar wasn't his daughter he would know, and if he didnt do or said anything, then he doesn't care. And if HE doesn1t care, why should we???

All of this came from a blind item allegedly about them that she the baby wasn't his, well, guess what, guess what, i have another blind item about them too, it came out even before Briar was born and it implied Hayden was lowkey psychotic and also gay, and closeted, and that Rachel was his beard. Will you take that one as gospel too? That would actually work well with your "theory", it would explain WHY he isnt the father and why he would pretend to be. Now, i don't believe this blind item just like i don't believe the other one, but i brought it up because it's kind of funny how selective people get on what rumors to believe that would better fit their narrative. They need Rachel to be the worst person possible and Hayden to be just a helpless little baby who needs them to rescue him from the bad woman who baby trapped him.

Hey, guess what guys? That's not how the world works, this is not a movie, and Hayden is not an idiot like most of you make him out to be. The babyfication of Hayden i see here is soo bad it deserved a thesys on it. When the Monopoly GO adds were coming out i saw a post that basically boiled down to "OMG, They probably had to explain to him what Monopoly GO was because he is so chronically offline" Really??? You think this 40yo doesn't know what mobile games are? That he doesn't know what Monopoly is? That he can't put two and two together without someone holding his hand??? How is that attractive? That just comes off as more examples of not knowing how Hollywood works. Actors who don't have social media don't stay offline because they don't know or can't learn how to use social media, they do it to stay away from drama. Obviously Hayden knows what Twitter is, but it behooves him to pretend not to, so he will have an excuse to stay away from it and from all the drama it creates, and all the negative things that don't benefit anyone to read. A person doesn't get this far in his carreer with almost no controversies by being stupid, he's had a Harvard scholarship, for god's sake. Come on, when i was a baby this guy was partying it up at the Playboy mansion, let's not act like we know more about life and have more experience than he does, it's just silly.

That doesn't exclude the other bad things Rachel did or said, her comments about his anxiety were gross, and meybe even worse than the orgasm one, because it was hitting something way more personal and hard to change about him that isn't really even a problem if you're not superficial. But let's not pretend that we know anything about them or their relationship, in the end every celebrity only shows you what they want you to know about them, and we are no owed anything more than that.

It just reflects badly on him. And hasn't he suffered enough? He dated her, for god's sake, that doesn't sound nice. Wasn't he humiliated enough by the press already? He spent years being ridiculed, and just when he's getting his carreer on track a bunch of unemployed teenagers from tumblr decide to add "gullible fool" and "cuck" to his resumé, like that won't even affect him too. If he somehow is oblivious to it, what would the information that the child he clearly loves isn't his biological daughter do other than hurt him? It wouldn't hurt Rachel, other than whatever carreer she has, it would smear him too.

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Holly Molly

hey james 🥺🫶🏼

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FOOTBALLER!ANAKIN HEADCANONS

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.

a/n: it's been in my drafts for almost a year. I dont want to change anything in the honor of my pretty mind that wrote so many headcanons last year during vacations. I apologize if its cringe of just..off. I miss my old English..feels like i went down with it 😔😔

Footballer!Anakin who is insanely passionate about soccer and has a natural talent for the game

Footballer!Anakin who, despite his success on the field, is humble and down-to-earth, treating both teammates and fans with equal respect

Footballer!Anakin who is one of the stars of his team, known for his incredible speed, agility, and sharp instincts. He's the guy who always manages to get past defenders with ease and scores the most spectacular goals.

Footballer!Anakin who is fiercely competitive on the field. He plays with an intensity that can be overwhelming to his opponents, and he’s known for never giving up on the ball

Footballer!Anakin who's vision on the field is unmatched, and he loves setting up his teammates for the perfect shot

Footballer!Anakin who is a bit of a trickster and loves to play pranks on his teammates

Footballer!Anakin who is the first to arrive at training and the last to leave. He’s always working on improving his game, whether it’s practicing free kicks, working on his stamina, or reviewing footage of his matches to spot areas for improvement.

Footballer!Anakin who has a few pre-game rituals. He always wears the same pair of lucky socks (even if they’re a bit worn out), and he has to tie his boots a certain way before stepping onto the pitch.

Footballer!Anakin who is involved in several charities (privately, cause he thinks helping shouldn't be something to brag about everywhere), particularly those that focus on helping underprivileged kids.

Footballer!Anakin who is a bit of a fashion icon. He has a sleek, modern style, often seen in tailored suits or trendy streetwear. He’s been featured in sports magazines not just for his football skills but also for his sense of style.

Footballer!Anakin who often celebrates his goals by pointing to you after he scores or just doing a small heart with his hands towards you. And since your his number one fan, always in the stands, wearing his jersey, you cheer louder than anyone. So before every game he makes sure he knows where you're gonna sit so it's easier for him to steal you away after the game.

Footballer!Anakin who, after every match, win or lose, he has a tradition with you of going out for a quiet dinner together. It’s your way of winding down after the intensity of the game and spending some quality time out of the flashes of paparazzi and fans.

Footballer!Anakin who has social media but only for sake of his career. He doesn't really use them, because he values privacy. He posts time to time the pics of him and his team after games

Footballer!Anakin who is fiercely protective of you, especially when the media gets too intrusive or when some fans cross boundaries. He’s made it clear in interviews that while he appreciates his fans, his privacy of his personal life is more important for him

Footballer!Anakin who have casual dates where you just play football together. Anakin enjoys teaching you new tricks and moves, though he’s more than happy to let you win their playful one-on-one matches.

Footballer!Anakin who is great in interviews. He’s confident, charming, and knows how to handle the press. He often talks about the importance of teamwork, and when asked about his success, he always credits his team and mom

Footballer!Anakin who, due to his popularity, Anakin has several endorsements with top brands. He’s the face of a major sportswear company (and the one that sells luxury perfumes and clothes), and you’ll often see him in ads promoting the latest football boots or gear.

Footballer!Anakin who, after every match, regardless of the outcome, Anakin has to hear your voice. If it’s a win, he’s excited and shares every moment with you, from the game-winning goal to the locker room celebrations. If it’s a loss, he finds comfort in your words, and you’re the first person he seeks out when he steps off the field, sometimes retreating to a quiet place just to hear your voice.

Footballer!Anakin who, after particularly tough games or training sessions, Anakin swears by your post-workout massages. You’ve gotten so good at it that he claims you’re better than the team’s physiotherapist

Footballer!Anakin who have became one of the 'it' couple with you in the football world. Fans have created countless fan pages and edits dedicated to your relationship, and you both secretly scroll through them together, laughing at some

Footballer!Anakin who when travels for away games, you sometimes join him, and it turns into a mini vacation. You explore the city together before the match, and Anakin loves taking you to local restaurants and hidden spots he discovers during team trips.

Footballer!Anakin who is extremely hot after the game. His curls stuck together, his rosy cheeks, sweaty face..;

Footballer!Anakin who whenever he hits a milestone, like scoring his 100th goal or winning a major title, you have a private celebration. Like making love till the sun goes up;

"You were ama--azing today," your voice was breathy, the words barely leaving your sore throat. The tightness in your walls grew, causing Anakin's already swollen lips to part involuntary

Anakin's chest rose and fell with the rhythm of his labored breathing, a sign of the effort and tension of the game. He looked down at you, his face a mix of relief and pride. With a soft murmur, he spoke, his voice husky and raspy.

"Only because I had the best supporter," he muttered, his lips finding your forehead in a gentle kiss.

Anakin's movements become more intense and desperate, driving into you with an urgency that speaks of his need and desire. His hands roam your body, exploring every curve and contour, as if he's trying to memorize every inch of you for tonight. He groans, his voice rough and breathless.

"I could have never won without you," he growls, his lips finding yours in a passionate kiss.

You try to downplay it, but he shushes you with a soft kiss.

"You underestimate yourself, my love," he says, his hips moving faster. "Your support meant everything"

"Faster, please.." you whispered, ignoring his comment and, to emphasize your words, arch your body against his

Anakin responds instantly, his movements growing faster and more intense. He wraps his arms around you, pulling you closer as he picks up the pace. His breath is ragged as he speaks;

"As my queen commands"

Footballer!Anakin who picks you up from the crowd after a won (important) game so you could he with him and the rest girl's that date his friends

Footballer!Anakin who sometimes got injured (obviously) and often searched comfort in your presence and conversations with him;

Footballer!Anakin who has to go through his diet but sometimes breaks it with you for 'balance'

Footballer!Anakin who gets tired of careless, intrusive paparazzi that does not even care about his need/want of privacy. They're just following him when he's with you or alone and won't let go even if there was an earthquake

Footballer!Anakin who's higher than you and he absolutely loves that

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CUTTIES

PAIRING: sam monroe x vinnie

genre: FLUFF ⋆.ೃ࿔*:･

It was nighttime now. The room was dim and warm from the sun that shined on the wooden floor. The hum of little lullabies from that same playlist played low as the wind pressed itself against the windows. You were already tucked into bed, reading, letting the boys have their routine.

Sam was in Vinnie’s room—wall aside. Lights dimmed to a sleepy golden glow, stars from a projector scattered across the ceiling. Vinnie was clean from his bath, teeth brushed (Sam fought a whole battle for like five seconds of brushing before giving him to you), wearing those too-small Winnie the Pooh jammies he refused to part with.

They were curled together in the toddler bed, Vinnie’s back against Sam’s chest, Sam’s arms wrapped around his tiny frame. The blanket with ducks on it was kicked off again, like always.

“Alright,” Sam said quietly, brushing Vinnie’s curls back from his forehead. “You get one more identity tonight. Just one. What are you now? Not a car. Not an apple. Not a dog.”

Vinnie turned in his arms a little, looked up at him with the softest eyes. His lips pouted thoughtfully before muttering

“I’m… Thammy.”

Sam blinked. “…What?”

Vinnie smiled sleepily. “I YOU!” He pointed at Sam’s hoodie, his rings, then touched his own chest with those chubby hands. “I no wea' blak but-but i sit like this.” He folded his legs criss-crossed, completely wrong. “I fink… and I go ‘hmph.’”

Sam choked on a laugh, caught so off guard. “I do not go hmph,” he muttered.

“Yuh huh,” Vinnie insisted, poking his chin up. “Like dis.” Then he did it—arms crossed, frowning, tilting his head with a dramatic sigh.

"Now you're being judgy"

But Vinnie just giggled and curled back into him, soft and clingy. “…Why you wanna be me, huh?” Sam asked after a second, quieter now. His voice a little scratchy.

Vinnie didn’t even think about it. “Cus you ‘tay wif me when I cwy.”

“An’ you say no bugs when I sweep.”

Vinnie kept going in a sleepy slur of words. "You give me ketchu wif fries,” he mumbled. “An’ you read all da pages even when I say no mo'. An’ you go mm-mm when da food is yummy. I go mm-mm too." He started to play with his little fingers "An' Thammy wuv da mommy an hug hew when she sad an--an yu tell hew she botiful an she smiles wiiideeeee..I wanna make mommy tho huppy like thammy do"

Sam was losing it. Like actually losing it. His throat clenched. His hand was on Vinnie’s tummy now, rubbing slowly, grounding himself.

“…You don’t wanna be me, buddy,” he whispered finally, brushing his nose against Vinnie’s hair. “I ain’t all that.”

Vinnie pulled back to look up at him again, tired, serious.

“You da best daddy,” he said firmly. “I be Thammy. Like you.”

Sam’s eyes were glossy, disgustingly shiny. He had to look up at the ceiling to blink it away. He let out a breath and nodded.

“Okay,” he whispered. “Fine. You win.” he put a soft kiss on Vinnie’s forehead.

“You be me. But you gotta grow into the rings and hoodie first, lil man.”

Vinnie smiled. “Wanna wear chain too.”

Sam snorted. “Okay. We will talk about that later. For now, you can wear your pasta necklace from daycare.”

Vinnie giggled one last time before cuddling back into him. And Sam held him tighter, heart aching and full, just them, just the dark, just love.

“…Still better than being a damn apple,” Sam muttered into his hair.

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Ugh give me a Vinnie

We've had Spider Ani but can we have Spider Sammy too?

(oh think about Vinnie climbing walls or wearing a Spiderman costume to match his dad 🥺)

-🦢

PAIRING: Spiderman!sam monroe x vinnie

genre: FLUFF⋆.ೃ࿔*:･

Vinnie is giggling; a high-pitched and breathy sound in the small living room. Pudgy hands grabbed at Sam’s fingers in such overall excitement and happiness. Another bubbly laugh followed as SAM MONROE's tired eyes locked on his little body covered in red-and-blue soft and material with the tiniest cape trailing behind.

After watching news about Spider-Man, Vinnie was obsessed with him. Would write letters (it were random scrambles and circles but he insisted it was the love letter), ask to make bedtime stories where Spider-Man is the main character. But ever since he found out Sam is the Spider-Man, he was in heaven on earth. His eternal love to Sam only became bigger, deeper, unconditional in its own way.

"Thammy up! Up!" he insisted with a grin

Sam rolls his eyes. “I don’t even have webs, Vin.”

Vinnie presses his forehead to Sam’s cheek and squeals, “YES U DO!!” before fake-shooting a web with his mittened hand. “FTHWIP!” as soon as you stepped into the room in a little bowl of raspberries with yogurt and honey (Vinnie's favorite snack), your little boy turned towards you with wide eyes “LOOK!! Mama! Iss me!! ‘Pidahman!!” he shrieked, wobbling towards you before he simply stopped, stood in place. His eyes atayed on yours then moved to Sam's. He had to be inspired by the absolute tiredness on Sam's face because he roared with all the might he could, deep from his little throat and began trying to climb up the walls. Not even like a child. Like, truly believed in his heart he would scale the side of the living room if he just committed hard enough.

"Look! I spidah!!" He slid slowly down like a deflated balloon with a pout.

“You know what? Honestly? That’s how I felt the first time I tried.”

He reached over and scooped Vinnie up by his armpits.

"Bubby iss pidahman an’ I his baby one."

Sam hummed "yea..you are, man"

There’s a beat of quiet. Then Vinnie gasps like he just remembered something super important. He grabs Sam’s cheeks with his chubby fingers, smooshing his face.c “BUBBY!! GOTS SAVE DA CITY!!” he declared.

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I know HAHAAH

I’VE BEEN LAUGHING FOR 15 MINUTES WHAT IS THAT

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I’VE BEEN LAUGHING FOR 15 MINUTES WHAT IS THAT

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SUMMARY: James didn’t call you back, and it wasn’t because your car wasn’t ready, you knew it was. He has been avoiding you. You wanted to forget this man, you really did, but maybe showing up at the same place you met him a month ago wasn’t the best plan.

A/N: So sorry for the wait guys, let me know if you want to be added to the tag list and check part 1!!

WC: 1.1k

WARNING: Angst but like we like it ;)

MLST part 1 part 2 part 3 part 4 part 5

ONE NIGHT STAND

It had been five days since your car broke down. Five days since you stood in James Kelly’s auto shop and saw him again for the first time since the night you swore you wouldn’t think about anymore.

You hadn’t heard from him since. Not a text. Not a call. Nothing.

Ray, the man that owned the shop, had taken your number for the work order, and you knew for a fact the garage had your contact info. So either they were running the slowest diagnostic in history… or James was avoiding you.

The worst part? You weren’t even mad. Not really.

You understood him in a way that made you hate yourself a little. He had that look, the kind worn by people who’d built walls out of survival, not pride. He hadn’t let you in, even when he’d had you naked and gasping. You’d known it was complicated.

But it didn’t stop the ache of being left waiting. Again.

Which was why you were standing back in that bar.

Same one. Same low amber lighting, same cracked leather booths, same jukebox that only ever played Springsteen or Nirvana. You hadn’t come here since that night—the night he’d said nothing but ended up saying everything with the way he looked at you, touched you, kissed you like he’d never done it before.

It felt stupid coming back. Desperate, even. But you didn’t come here for him. Not officially. Your friend had dragged you out for drinks, and it just happened to be here.

That’s what you told yourself. God knew this was a lie.

Your drink was half-melted, the ice slowly bleeding into your bourbon, the strong alcohol hitting harder with every sip. You were leaning on the edge of the bar, waiting for the moment your friend returned from the bathroom, when it happened just as you were about to go look for her.

The unmistakable sound of a glass clinking against another. Then—

“Shit.”

Cold liquid splashed down your arm, soaking the side of your dress. Your drink was still in your hand, yet emptied on your clothes. The drink from the unknown also splashed onto your dress.

You gasped, jerking away from the sudden chill. You wanted to yell at the voice, but the thought was forgotten when you saw him—

“Damn it, I wasn’t looking—”

You froze.

So did he.

James.

Again.

He stared at you like he hadn’t meant to be here either. You blinked, dripping. “Seriously?”

His mouth opened. Closed. “I didn’t… I didn’t see you.”

“Obviously.”

“I’m sorry,” he said, more sincere than you expected. His voice was low, ragged around the edges, the same voice that had once said your name like it was a secret. “Let me… let me get you a towel.”

You stood frozen, equal parts furious and breathless.

Because even now, soaked and irritated, the sight of him still did something to you. You didn’t knew why his face was always in the bottom of your mind, you were used to forget your exes. So then why not him, a single hook up?

James turned to flag the bartender, then hesitated. “You okay?”

You gave a dry laugh. “Just peachy.”

He handed you a cocktail napkin. Useless. You took it anyway. "Let me buy you a drink."

He motioned at the bartender again, ordering the same drink you used to have before it ruined your dress. You looked up at him. Really looked.

He wasn’t in his work clothes. Tonight he wore a plain gray henley rolled to his elbows, jeans that fit a little too well, and boots you knew made that quiet heavy sound when he walked. His hair was still damp, maybe from a shower, maybe from rain. He looked cleaner than he had at the shop. But tired.

You narrowed your eyes. “You didn’t call.”

His gaze dropped. “I know.”

“My car’s still sitting there. You think I didn’t notice?”

He didn’t answer.

Your voice lowered. “Why didn’t you call, James?”

His jaw worked. He looked at you for a long, loaded moment.

Then, finally, “Because I knew if I did, I’d find a reason to see you again.”

You blinked. The air in your lungs stilled.

“And I don’t think I’d be able to pretend anymore if I saw you again."

You set the damp napkin down. “So what’s this, then? Just an accident?”

“No,” he admitted. “But I wasn’t planning on talking to you tonight. I was gonna walk right past you and keep lying to myself.”

You stepped closer. Not enough to make a scene, but enough that you could feel the heat of him. “And now?”

His eyes darkened. “Now I’m tired of pretending.”

Silence crackled between you. The music in the bar faded behind the weight of the moment.

You lowered your voice, heart thudding. “Then say it.”

He swallowed. “Say what?”

“That it meant something. That you wanted more than one night.”

His jaw tightened. “You know I did."

“You left.”

“I had to.”

“No, you chose to.”

James exhaled sharply and looked away, hands flexing at his sides. “I don’t do relationships. I don’t have good history. Everyone I let in gets hurt.”

“Maybe I get to decide if I want to risk that,” you said, stepping into his space. “Maybe you don’t get to walk away from this one.”

He looked back at you like he was peeling back every memory he’d tried to bury. The breathless night. The way you laughed into his chest. The way you’d touched him like he wasn’t broken.

"You don’t understand, I’m not the guy you want to be seen with."

"How could you know?" You turned your head to the side.

That’s when you friend came out of the bathroom, clearly drunk by the way she walked. You sighed and went to her side, placing your arm under her shoulder. There was to much alcohol in her body to even remember you had this conversation with James.

“You really didn’t think you’d see me again?” you asked softly.

He shook his head. “Didn’t let myself.”

You turned slightly to face him. “I kept thinking about you. It pissed me off.”

That made him huff a laugh. “Yeah. I know the feeling.”

His fingers drummed once. Then they stilled. “It wasn’t just sex,” he said. “It was something else. I didn’t know how to handle that.”

You were quiet. Then: “Maybe we don’t have to handle it all right now.”

“Come back tomorrow,” he whispered. “Let me fix your car. Then maybe I can start fixing everything else.”

You nodded, breath unsteady. “Okay.”

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It’s stating to get there, but now it’s kinda just messy 😭

My boyfriend asked my opinion for a new haircut, and I showed him a pic of Sam Monroe. I'm still waiting for an answer…

Its been a while since you have sent it..so..did he? 🤨🤨

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Okay this is good

I’VE BEEN A GOOD GIRL OFFICER ౨ৎ ⋆｡˚

[ modern!anakin x officer!anakin x hooker!reader ]

no plot. just smut.

You saw him again.

Same cruiser. Same slow crawl.

Same pair of eyes hidden behind dark aviators that lingered just a second too long when they passed over your body.

Officer Skywalker had been making a habit of rolling by your corner for two weeks now. He never stopped. Never said anything. But he looked. And he looked like he wanted to say something.

Tonight, you'd had enough of the dance.

He pulled up just as you were lighting a cigarette, the cruiser stopping a little too close to your heels.

You didn't flinch.

"You lost, Officer?" you said, exhaling smoke. "Or is this your favorite corner too?"

He leaned over and rolled the passenger window down. His eyes met yours. No smile. Just that edge he always carried like a second badge.

"You working tonight?" he asked casually.

"Am I ever not?" you scoffed. He paused and look at you intently.

"You know it's illegal."

You tilted your head. "And yet you never write me up."

He didn't answer that.

Just stared.

That finally earned you something - a smirk. Just barely there. Gone too fast.

"You got a name?" he asked.

"Do you? oh wait I already know” you pointed to his badge.

He didn't laugh, but you saw the twitch in his cheek. He looked too good in that uniform - sleeves tight over his forearms, hand resting near his holster like he needed something to do with it.

"I could pull you in," he said softly. "You know that, right?"

You leaned in a little more. "Then why haven't you?" you challenged. “I’ve seen the way you look at me," you said smirking. "Maybe..." You leaned your elbows on the cruiser's window ledge, letting your neckline dip low. "You don't actually want to arrest me. You just want a reason to touch me."

A flicker in his expression.

"And if I said I was offering?" you continued, voice honey-warm. "Not to get out of anything. Just because you look like you haven't been touched in a long time."

That finally did it.

He unlocked the door.

"Back seat," he said, low and dangerous.

The cruiser smelled like cologne and leather.

He didn't pounce. Didn't demand.

He sat in the driver's seat, letting you crawl into the back, and waited - hand on the steering wheel, jaw clenched, watching you through the rearview mirror.

You didn't wait for instructions.

You slipped out of your jacket. Pushed your skirt up your thighs. No underwear tonight. On purpose.

"You gonna keep looking," you asked, voice sultry,

"or are you gonna come collect your violation?"

His breath hitched.

Then the door opened, and he was on you.

Anakin kissed like a man trying not to lose control.

Every drag of his tongue was rough, every bite of his teeth deliberate. His hands found your thighs, spreading them fast, and the sound he made when he realized you were bare nearly made you moan on instinct.

"Fuck," he growled. "You planned this."

"You've been watching me for weeks," you whispered into his ear. "You think I didn't notice how hard you were gripping that wheel?"

His hand slid between your thighs, two fingers dragging through your slick folds.

"You're soaked," he muttered. "You want this?"

"Maybe I wanted you to pull me over."

He pulled his hand back, then unzipped his pants.

The sound was too loud in the small space, your thighs already trembling with anticipation.

Your back hit the seat. He shoved his belt off, pulled himself free, and pushed into you in one long, filthy thrust that knocked the breath from your lungs. It wasn’t slow. It wasn’t sweet. It was rough and needy. The only way it was meant to be.

You cried out, fingers scrabbling at his shirt as he started to move - slow, then faster, harder, rough enough to rock the whole damn cruiser.

"You're mine now," he groaned. "You understand that?"

"Yes," you moaned. "Fuck, yes—Anakin."

Your name on his lips sounded like a promise. Or a warning.

The cruiser rocked - slow at first, then sharper, faster, as your hips moved in rhythm with his deep, punishing thrusts. His hands guided you like he owned your body, his mouth on your neck, his voice in your ear.

"You take me so well," he groaned. "So fucking tight. You were made for this."

His hand came up to your throat - not tight, just resting there, commanding. You rode the wave of him until everything blurred - his breath, your nails in his back, the snap of his hips slamming into yours.

When you came, it was a full-body collapse.

He followed with a grunt, spilling inside you, burying his face in your neck as your legs trembled around him.

He didn't look at you at first. Just sat there for a moment. Thinking. Breathing hard.

Then he turned slightly, resting his arm on the seat. "This isn't part of your usual shift, is it?" you asked. he smirked slightly.

“So whatcha paying?” you asked leaning back in the seat.

"I'm not," he said, voice calm. "You can walk out of this car, that's your payment. I'm not paying for anything. Consider this your warning" he leaned back and lit a cigarette between his teeth.

you snatched the cigarette and took a long drag “got yourself a deal officer” you breathed out.

first story after awhileeee, not proofread and rushed, trying to get back to posting again!!💕

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PAIRING: james kelly x reader

genre: SMUT ⋆.ೃ࿔*:･

The piano bench creaked each time you shifted on his cock. It was buried so deep it had your head spinning and mouth falling open against his soft neck as you inhaled the intoxicating smell of his cologne - something so..manly, so weirdly like him. Your hand squeezed the back of his neck as you bite down on yet another moan that threatened to rip through your throat. Your eyes danced all over the place, not being able to stop at one spot. It was too much; the stretch, the touch he lavished you in, the way he was filling you all over.

“Nice and slow" JAMES KELLY groaned directly to your ear "Jus’ like that.” Whimper bubbled through you, as another hand joined the other in the slowest way at the back of his neck. trailing down to grip his broad shoulders, squeezing when your hips shift and he hits that spot again.

“Feel that?” he whispered, planting the softest kiss on the shelf of your ear. One hand moved down to cupp your ass while the other smoothed up your back, lighty pulling at your skin. “Takin’ me so good, sweetheart. So damn pretty when you sit on me like this.” He hummed. But not from his throat-from his chest. Deep. Resonant. It vibrated through you like a low chord, like a faint twin to one of the notes on the piano.

“You make me feel…” you could barely speak; breathless, flushed, feeling yourself clench around his thickness.“So good, Jimmy.”

He tilted his head and kissed your jaw—tender, hungry. “Yeah? My girl likes bein’ full of me, huh?”

You nodded, mewled even, as your body rolled more into him, desperately trying to speed up the wet obscene sounds that were filling the air. The keys rattled behind you from how hard you were moving, clumsy little clinks and notes ghosting in the background as you chased to catch the twisting pleasure pooling low in your tummy.

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No 😔 he decided to grow a mullet thought

My boyfriend asked my opinion for a new haircut, and I showed him a pic of Sam Monroe. I'm still waiting for an answer…

Its been a while since you have sent it..so..did he? 🤨🤨

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real

i would fall for this

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I found this pic on pinterest

And yeah what’s the context?

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Idk if I should change my profile pic, like the tiara I have rn could be something else?

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James smut 😛 but nothing like rough or crazy, just pure fluffy lovey dovey smut

PAIRING: james kelly x f!reader

SMUT . ˖.𖥔 ݁ ˖༘⋆𐦍⊹₊ ⋆｡˚

ﾒ𝟶ﾒ𝟶.

The sheets were warm and wrinkled over its expanse beneath your back, tangled around your plump thighs. In the moonlight his eyes flicked down to your lips, your chest, your belly, and then back to your eyes like he couldn’t really pick what he wants to worship in between thrusts.

“You’re squeezin’ me so tight, baby,” JAMES KELLY breathed out. The voice was gritty as he rolled his hips into you so slow it made your toes curl, eyes flutter. “Gonna make me lose it if you don’t ease up.” he joked before his tone broke by another raspy moan

But you couldn’t. Not with how thick he felt inside you. Not with how deep he was hitting. Not when his cock stretched you perfectly, molded you into something beautiful, yet so weak under his touch. He was so soft, so gentle, loving. The way his manly hands just roamed over your body, hooking your leg over his hip, kneading the skin there.

And God, it was making your head spin.

Your fingers dug into his shoulders, nails scratching softly in the adding to fresh, reddish marka. You moaned so sweetly as the fat head of his cock hit the delicious spot in your core “Don’t stop,” you whispered, hand cradling the side of his face “Feels too good, Jimmie...”

He shuddered, and you felt it ripple down his spine, feel the way his hips stutter just slightly before he steadied them again. “I’m not stoppin’, baby,” he murmured, pressing his forehead to yours, letting his swollen lips reach for yours. “Wanna make you feel soo good, baby. Wanna take my time... feel every fuckin’ inch of you.”

And he did. He gave it all. The slow grind of his hips, the soft moans that slip from his lips every time your walls fluttered around him. He was just so deep, so far inside you, his cock nudging that sweet spot over and over, building the pleasure until it was warm and tight and curling low in your stomach.

One of his hands moved down between your bodies, fingers lightly brushing down over your skin before he found your clit and caressed it with gentle circles, shooting ripple of pleasure through your senses “Can feel you getting close. C’mon, baby—let go for me.”

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I love being chronically online but never actually writing my fic