marriedtobedsy

[marriedtobedsy]

Make Them Blue (Sam x GFReader) *Blurb*

Summary: It’s No Nut November and your boyfriend was not only dumb enough to get roped into participating in the challenge.  He also stupidly decided to throw a belated Halloween party over the weekend…where you just so happen to bust out that sexy, little succubus outfit he’s been begging you for.  

Warnings: 18+ (minors dni), because all the lovely smut.  Slightly rough smex, cranky/pent up emo boy, slightly blue balls, and…Sam’s chubby, pierced dick.

Notes: Happy No Nut November all you, lovelies! 🤍💙

- “Just had to wear this fucking costume…”  Burying his face into your neck, nipping and sucking at your hickey-riddled skin.  Teeth tug at your cute, leather choker…roughly.  Probably trying to snap it in a form of revenge; like the salty, little brat he is.  “Couldn’t of been like a stupid pumpkin or something else…”

- Thrusting hard, you let out a shrill cry.  The sound bouncing off, echoing through the cramped closet.  Making your ears ring, heart leap into your throat.  Hoping that it was muffled or at least covered up by the loud, thumping outside the slatted door.  “I’m sorry, Sammy!  I-”

- “Shut up!”  Plunging deeper; his long length fills, stuffs you.  Thick base stretching out your poor, little cunny.  Gummy walls burning from the drag, puffy folds from the pleasurable ache.  “Ain’t talking your way out of this one!”

- Bucking up wildly, his sinewy hips ram into yours.  “Th-Thought you’d like it!”  Fat tip bullying, that stud of his brushing and scarping maddingly against your cervix.  With each sloppy, uncontrolled drive.  Forcing a string of pathetic whimpers and babbles to fall from your crimson painted lips.  “Said you al-always wanted to see m-me dressed-”

- “I don’t care!”  Inked hands grope hungrily at your plush curves; squeezing, kneading them.  Chipped black nails sinking in, tarnished rings leaving shallow indents in your supple flesh.  “Making me lose the damn bet!”

- Landing a solid smack on one of your handles, snapping a studded strap on the other.  Cause your body to ripples, tits jiggle.  High pitched squeal escaping you from the sting.  “Now you’re gonna get it!” 

- Nimble fingers grip your soft waist tightly, lifting you high enough.  For only his chubby head to stay wedged inside your trembling warmth…  “Take it!”  …before shoving you back down.  

- Holding onto firmly, moving you as he liked…what suits his needs.  “Let me use this pussy as a fucking cocksleeve!”  Forcing you to mewl and whine at his strong strokes, brutal pace. 

- “Til my balls are dry!”  Slamming you roughly one last time, sheathing himself completely.  Hot spurts of cum flood, coat…paint your gummy walls white.  Small paunch bulges slightly from his pent up load.

- Crashing your lips, tongues tangling together in a messy kiss.  Barely softening before starting to pump in and out again.  Sticky seed trickling out from your abused hole, from around his cock.  Splattering onto Sam’s forgotten ghostly mask, your impish wings.

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[marriedtobedsy]

JAMES KELLY THE MAN YOU AREEE

[marriedtobedsy]

🍎

Shattered Glass（2004）

[marriedtobedsy]

prisioner

based on this request ♡

Unburnt!Anakin Skywalker x Rebellion leader!Reader

Summary: You're captured by the Empire and locked up in a prison. There you are subjected to interrogation by Darth Vader himself.

Warnings: —where do I start?—, sexual explicit content, dub-con, degrading kink, daddy kink, injuries during sex, reader's tied during sex, penetration (f receiving), Anakin doesn't care about reader's pleasure, anal sex, stockholm syndrome —kinda?—, dirty talk, chocking, spiting, being overwhelmed during sex, overstimulation, mention of belly-bulge/fullness, Anakin treats reader as a sex toy, sex without protection, breeding kink, Anakin covers reader's eyes during sex, crying during sex, 'pet' as a nickname, begging, ass spanking and I might be forgetting something.

A/N: I need to go to a church and confess myself after writing this. Sorry if there are any mistakes :(

A stabbing pain pierced your skull, waking you from a deep sleep. You opened your heavy eyelids, accessing your blurred vision. You remembered little to nothing. You tried to bring your hand to your face to rub your eye, but you couldn't. A metallic sound echoed through the unfamiliar, cold room. You groaned from the pain in your limbs. You were in an uncomfortable position, hands behind your back, lying on the floor with your feet pressed together.

Then reality hit you when you pictured iron bars, a sophisticated door without a horseshoe, and cold tiles. You were imprisoned, but why?

Panic gripped you. You breathed heavily and tried to call for help. But you couldn't either; you were also gagged. Hot tears overflowed from your eyes, helpless.

The memories struck you like a lightning bolt. You remembered the party celebrating defeating some Imperial ships which tried to destroy the rebel base—your base. Your mind also bringed you some memories of explosions and complete chaos. Suddenly, everything had gone dark. And there you were, bound hand and foot in that strange, gloomy place.

You were a mess, your hair inexplicably wet and your pilot's suit damaged.

After a few minutes of absolute terror, you thought of the most obvious thing: getting out of there. You tried to sit up, but after a series of awkward twists and turns, you ended up in an even more uncomfortable position than before. Your face pressed against the icy tiles and your body twisted. You cried even harder.

Then a dim light came on, allowing you to see a little more clearly. The white door stepped aside, and you saw him. Terrifying, relentless, and hateful. Darth Vader. With his shining black armor and his shiny helmet. No one knew where he came from; all they knew was that he arrived and imposed his empire by force, subjugating the entire galaxy at his feet. You trembled with hatred and fear.

He had caught you, and you couldn't escape. The door closed behind him, leaving you two alone in the small, damp room.

You tried to speak, but there was a white cloth tied around your mouth that prevented you. He approached you, imposing, and untied the cloth from your lips. Now you were able to make sounds. The first thing you did was cough, coughing with a dry throat and shortness of breath. He stood there, saying nothing, simply with his unignorable presence.

—What do you want from me?— you asked, taking a breath, your eyes filling with tears.

—You know exactly what I want, rebel— he said in his deep, robotic voice through the mask.

—No, I don't know— you spoke weakly, unable to look him in the eye; it was simply too much.

Darth Vader was the person you hated most in the entire galaxy. He was so hated that you became the leader of the rebellion on your planet. He had destroyed the happiness of your people, killing innocent people and threatening the population. But there was something about that situation that made your hair stand on end and felt disturbingly arousing in equal measure. Something dirty and forbidden, something very tempting.

The Dark Side.

He advanced on you, motionless and shattered. He looked you up and down inside the helmet and knelt down to your level. You tried to back away but crashed against the hard tile wall. He grabbed your hair in his fist and slammed your head against the tiles, making you groan in pain.

—Where are the bases?— he asked, pulling at the strands. Your pulse was pounding.

—I'd rather die than tell you— you spat angrily, staring at him through the mask. He brutally released you, causing you to thump again, and you squeezed your eyes shut, trying to ignore the pain and not cry.

—I have your friends.

Your heart stopped in your chest.

—It's a lie.

—No, it isn't— he sat down in a chair in the corner of the room, the one you hadn't been able to see before in the darkness.

—We have intercepted your main base.

You could hear his heavy breathing through the slits in his helmet. Your eyes watered again, thinking of your friends, who were probably just as scared as you.

—Then kill me! Come on, kill me— you said even though the fear seeped into your bones. You didn't want to die, but you were willing to do it for the rebellion. Even if it was at the hands of Darth Vader.

—You can still be useful to me.

—I'm not going to tell you anything.

—I wasn't talking about that— he said, making you tremble.

—You're just a big kid playing god of the galaxy, it's pathetic.

You didn't even know where that surge of courage came from; the words just tumbled out of your mouth. Then he raised his hand, and the walls of your throat closed. You jerked your hips, trying to bring your hands to your neck, but only managed to hurt yourself more. You made strangled sounds and arched, your legs on the floor and the wall at your back. When you were on the verge of fainting, he pulled the door back from your throat and you coughed like never before, your shinned red and you sobbed.

However, a strange pressure had built up in your belly. A hot, uncomfortable pressure. You realized that being tough wasn't going to get you out of there, which made despair wash over you, and you started to cry again. Vader watched you crumble from the chair, cold, as if he didn't care, because he didn't.

—You know what's pathetic?— Vader talked, getting up from the chair and dragging it over to you, its legs scraping the tiles with a horrible sound. His heavy boots pounded the floor decisively. —Seeing you there on the floor, pretending to be strong when you're not. Crying and acting worried about your rebel allies when in reality you're just horny.

His robotic voice echoed off the walls, and your stomach sank.

—You're crazy— you said, your voice cracking. Then he brought his hands to either side of his head, pressing a button you couldn't see. A sound of air being decompressed rang out and the hull broke apart, separating the different parts from each other.

And maybe it was fear, but he was the most handsome man you'd ever seen. With long blond curls, evil blue eyes, high cheekbones, and a scar running vertically across his eyebrow. Your body betrayed you, your nipples prickled inside your shirt, and a wetness grew between your legs.

—But you're desperate— you let out a stifled moan at the sound of his voice; it was stupidly manly, very different from the one you heard through the helmet. —I know what you feel, what you think.

—You have no idea— you were frustrated; you didn't understand what was happening to you. He was still Darth Vader, the man who had subjugated your planet, the entire galaxy, even if he was handsome and his voice was sexy. But for some reason, the pressure of the chains against your wrists and the ropes against your feet made your clit swell and cry for attention.

—Of course I know, I can feel it.

A chill ran down your spine. He bent down and took your chin between his fingers, examining your face. Your lips were scarlet, as were your nose and eyes. You were beautiful, a shame he planned to destroy you once he'd used you. Your breath hitched at the feel of his glove against your skin.

—You're slag, rebellious slag— his touch turned into a firm grip, leaving the shape of his fingers on your flesh. —Scum like you only serve to please others.

You gasped, your heart racing, but when he got his head close enough, you spat. As a final gesture of rebellion.

Uh-oh, bad idea.

The spit fell on his cheek and he wiped it with the fabric of his robe's arm. He glared at you with rage, rage in its purest form. The blue of his eyes turned red, his pupils fully dilated. You didn't have much time to think when his robotic hand reached for the fabric of your shirt, ripping it with a resounding sound. Beneath the torn garment, your bare breasts glistened in the dim prison light. Then he did the same to your flight pants.

—That's not how you treat a Sith Lord— he whispered against your earlobe, the heat making you squirm.

Then you couldn't see anything else; he'd covered your view with the rag you'd previously had over your mouth. Now you were truly anguished, half-naked, and with a man who wanted you dead right in front of you.

You felt your panties disappear completely, and the cold of the room clung to your skin. He licked a long line over your pussy with his hot tongue, and you shuddered. You whimpered as your walls clenched against nothing.

Why were you enjoying this so much?

He pulled the chains, throwing you flat on the floor. You could feel the presence of his body on top of yours.

—I know exactly what you want, but you're going to ask me, pet.

The nickname made you writhe on the icy tiles.

—No, I don't want to— you sobbed, the cloth covering your eyes soaked.

—Oh, of course you do.

And without warning, he thrust his thick, heavy cock into your cervix. It didn't fit, but Vader didn't care at all. The thrust reached the very depths of your vagina as a breathy, timid moan escaped your lips. It bounced around the room. The stretching was excruciating.

When you thought he was going to bottom out, he didn't; his cock plunged deeper and deeper into you. You barely caught your breath as he began to rock back and forth, hard and deep.

He didn't even stop to let you get used to it; he was only seeking his own pleasure, not caring whether you wanted it or not.

—Fuck, pet, how can you have such a small pussy?— he said in a guttural growl. He pinches your clit hard, a feral moan flies from your mouth.

The worst part of that whole situation was how your core pumped between your legs so hard it felt like it could explode, how it hadn't even needed lube because you were already enough horny and wet.

Darth Vader was going to use you as his personal toy, and you wanted him to.

—Look how you suck me— he said, looking at a pronounced bulge that had emerged almost at the level of your navel. —Like a fucking whore.

He was pounding into you brutally while grasping at your chest, he tugs and rolls your nipples between his fingers, making them twitch and turn red.

In the room, all you can hear is you pleading with him, his relentless thrusts against your ass, and the chains hitting the wall. The darkness in your vision gave the situation a terrifying touch, making your head spin.

You had never felt so many things at once; it was overwhelming, and you were completely disoriented.

—Sir...— you stammered, feeling your abused pussy contract close to orgasm. Your whole body tensing up, clenching.

The metal scraped your wrists, only making you feel more overwhelmed. I slapped your breast harshly and you cried out.

—I'm your lord, pet, treat me as such. Adore me.

You'd forgotten when you'd stopped crying and started moaning.

The tip of his cock touched your cervix, and your toes curled on the verge of that release you so craved. The coil in your stomach was unbearably tight. You pressed it into your vaginal cavity, and he swore he could see stars.

—Lord Vader, I-

—Do it, fall apart— he ordered, burying himself deep inside you.

A surge of heat coursed through your body, and the knot inside you loosened. You moaned like never before, aching, sharp, and with your mouth open. You didn't know it, but you were a mess, your body covered in bruises and red marks. A sticky mess had accumulated at the base of Vader's cock, and your fluids overflowed from your pussy, forming a small puddle on the floor.

He finished too, without warning, inside you. He painted your vaginal walls with his white semen. He grunted, still thrusting, fucking the liquid inside you.

He removed the blindfold, letting you see your surroundings. But you didn't have a single coherent thought; everything was blurry and meaningless. Your eyes were red and lost.

You sobbed once more, not quite sure why, maybe because you didn't know what you were doing anymore. Vader pulled away, and you groaned at the sudden emptiness. His blond curls were plastered to his forehead with sweat, and a few drops were running down his abs. He was the very image of sexuality. He'd stood up and was looking at you with disgust, making you feel small and miserable.

With tear-filled eyes, you looked at the handcuffs and your eyes fell on your bruised, raw skin.

He dragged the chair in front of you again, but this time he took you in his arms and bent you over it. Your breasts pressed against the seat and your ass was raised for him. You opened your legs slightly, giving him some access to your pussy.

—That's it— he slapped one of your buttocks harshly, and you gasped at the stinging pain in the bruised area. —You're my little toy, aren't you? You're only good for me to fuck you, fill you with my cum, and thank me.

He ran the head of his cock over your plump lips, teasing you.

—Daddy…— the plea left your mouth, almost unconscious. His erection twitched in his palm, the vein running through it swelling, accompanied by a grunt.

—Do you want daddy's cock, pet?

You nodded effusively, your face pressed against the stiff material.

—You're pathetic. You refused to let me fuck you, but here you are now, begging for cock. What would your dear rebel friends think if they saw you? Maybe we should send them a hologram so they could see their fucking leader being a whore for Darth Vader.

His index finger ran over your clit and twisted it until you screamed, overstimulated.

—Please— your voice was husky. You needed him; you'd never needed anyone like you did at that moment. He teased again, pushing his cock between your thighs, vaguely brushing against your clit.

—Daddy's going to give you what you want, just this once— he snapped, his voice filled with lust.

Then he thrust again, and yet you felt as if he hadn't just fucked you a few minutes ago. An obscene, strangled sound escaped your lips. He took a deep breath and resumed his previous violent rhythm.

The cum he'd squirted a moment ago still lingered inside you, making you feel fuller than before. It was unbearable. You were so full that between thrusts, his cock sometimes missed its target and slipped out.

But that only led him to have to spread you with his hands to make things easier, but it still wasn't enough.

—Shit, you're so full I can't fit— he spoke from behind you. —I'll have to try with another hole.

He spat on your slit, trying to lubricate you, and his liquid drool against your skin made you shudder. He buried himself in your buttocks with a slower, more controlled thrust. You were really tight there.

—Fuck, pet, I'm going to fill you everywhere— he felt overwhelmed too, and he didn't know what he was saying. However, that was a promise.

The thrusts didn't take long to appear, this time less ferocious and more calm. Nothing like this had ever been done to you, and your thighs trembled on the surface, on the verge of unconsciousness.

—It's a shame you vent for the rebel side— his tone was deep, almost a growl. —You could be my empress. Would you like that? I'm sure you would. I'd fuck you in my warm bed every day, not on the dirty floor of a cell, even though I like the idea of you still being chained. You'd take my cock whenever you wanted, like a good girl.

You moaned at his words, and your heart tightened; you liked the idea. But you shouldn't have. You'd built a group of people fighting against the Empire. What would happen if you fell for it?

Your orgasm shook you again, and Vader continued thrusting, searching for his. Your ass bounced against his pelvis, making a shockingly obscene sound. Your throat was raw from screaming, your vocal cords torn; you didn't even bother to call for help anymore; no one was going to save you. The chains were too tight, clinging to your skin like a constant reminder of what you were. A prisoner.

That was going to leave a permanent mark.

He sank as deep as he could for the last time, and strings of semen shot out, filling your cavity.

—Ugh- — he exclaimed almost primally, watching the fluid leak from your slit and fall to your lips. —You're going to rule by my side, pet.

Your opinion didn't matter, if Darth Vader wanted it, you were going to do it.

[marriedtobedsy]

ᴅᴀʏ 𝟶𝟻 — ᴘɪss ᴋɪɴᴋ

october 9th | jj maybank x inexperienced!fem!reader

contains: nsfw 18+, no use of y/n, piss kink, pee holding/desperation, wetting, teasing/light degradation.

word count: 700+

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jj's whispers grew more urgent, a sweet pattern of need that sent shivers down your spine. "you're going to drive me crazy," he murmured, his voice a low rumble that seemed to resonate through your very core. your hips rocked against his thighs, a silent confession of your own desire. the fabric of your shorts grew warm and taut, a frustrating barrier between you and the heat you both craved.

but then, something changed. the heat of the moment was abruptly interrupted by the sudden realization that you needed to relieve yourself. with a mischievous smile, you pulled away, breaking the kiss with a gasp. "i have to pee," you whispered, your voice breathy with excitement. jj's eyes widened in surprise before a knowing smirk played on his lips. "be right back," you added, hopping off his lap with surprising grace.

his hand shot out, grabbing the loop of your shorts and giving it a gentle yet firm tug. "where do you think you're going?" he questioned playfully, pulling you back so that your ass rested against his crotch. the bulge there was unmistakable, and it sent a thrill through you. "i'll help you with that," he said, his voice thick with desire. his other hand slid to the button of your shorts, deftly popping it open and sliding down the zipper.

you whined, squirming in his embrace, the need to pee now more pressing than ever. "jj, i'm serious, i can't hold it," you pleaded, a hint of desperation in your voice. his grin grew wider, and he leaned in to kiss the side of your neck, his hot breath sending a fresh wave of tingles along your skin. "i know," he murmured, his hands moving to the waistband of your underwear. "just relax, baby. let me take care of you."

his fingers slid beneath the fabric, the coolness of his touch against your heated flesh a stark contrast to the warmth of your desire. as his hand delved into your cunt, you felt yourself melting into his touch. your pussy was slick and swollen, and his fingers found their way in easily, the pressure of your full bladder adding to the intensity of the sensation. "oh fuck," you gasped as he stroked your clit, his touch both gentle and insistent. your body trembled, caught between the need to release and the fear of making a mess.

his hand was like a maestro, orchestrating the symphony of your arousal, bringing you closer to the edge with each pass. your grip on the armrest tightened, your knuckles whitening as the urgency grew. "i'm going to come," you warned him, your voice shaking. jj's chuckle was low and dark, his teeth grazing the sensitive skin of your neck. "i know, baby," he murmured, his own breath hitching as he felt your body tighten around his fingers.

then it happened. the dam burst, and the pent-up pleasure flooded through you, making your toes curl and your back arch. simultaneously, you felt the warm gush of your bladder releasing, the sensation unexpected and intense. your eyes snapped open in surprise, but jj's hand never wavered, his strokes becoming more urgent as he pushed you through your climax. the feeling of your pee soaking through your underwear and onto his legs was strange, yet oddly erotic. the wetness added a new layer of intimacy to the moment, and you couldn't help the moan that escaped your lips as your orgasm crested.

jj chuckled darkly, his smirk never faltering as he whispered in your ear, "see? i told you i'd take care of it." his tone was a delicious blend of teasing and dominance, sending a thrill down your spine. your cheeks flushed with a mix of embarrassment and arousal as your body continued to convulse with pleasure. his fingers remained buried deep inside you, feeling the last spasms of your climax as the last drops of urine leaked out.

once the storm of pleasure had passed, jj removed his hand, bringing his wet fingers to his mouth. he licked them clean, a hungry look in his eyes as he tasted your essence. "you're delicious," he murmured, his voice thick with lust. "now, let's get you out of these wet clothes." he helped you stand, your legs wobbly from the intense experience. your underwear clung to your skin, soaked with the evidence of your desire and release.

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[marriedtobedsy]

Gimme some sam monroe smut like smoking weed then it gets smutty

THURSDAY ��˚ ⋆.ೃ࿔*

I was listening to abel the whole time writing this 😝😝

You and Sam weren't dating, but it sure felt like it on Thursdays. You promised Sam that you would come over and get high, but only on Thursdays.

On Thursday, nobody else mattered because you had each other. But once Thursday had passed, you barely spoke and never hung out.

You couldn't muster the courage to get up and leave, so here you were on Thursday, in Sam's room.

As you shared a blunt, the smell of weed filled his dark room. Thursdays usually consisted of you both getting high and having sex.

As you blew the smoke out your mouth, you handed Sam the blunt. He was staring at you while leaning back on his pillows, taking the blunt from you.

He inhaled and exhaled some smoke before quickly sucking it back in and holding it in his mouth. You scanned his face; it appeared to lose all of its stress when he smoked.

You had been smoking it for a while, and it was difficult to hold because it had shrunk in size as a result of your combined smoking.

You smiled at Sam, and he looked at you as if he was peering into your head before removing the blunt and pulling you into his lap.

You looked down at him before sitting on his lap. His hands gripped your hips as he moved in to kiss you. You leaned in, meeting his lips in a slow kiss.

You let him gradually deepen the kiss, and his tongue poked at your closed lips to open them. As you opened your mouth for him, his tongue slipped into yours.

As you suspected, his hands gripped at the waistband of your pajama pants. Normally, you would try to look better for him, I guess.

But you knew how it would end every time you came over, so it didn't matter as much. He slowly tugged your pants down, signaling that he wanted you to remove them, which you did.

You climbed off him for a second to take them off, while he climbed out of bed and removed his pants and boxers.

You caught sight of him and tugged your panties down before lying back against his pillows, just as he had done before.

He grinned and nodded as he looked down at you. You removed your shirt and threw it off his bed, leaving you with nothing.

Sam quickly did the same before placing one knee on his bed. "Turn over." He nodded at you again, and you rolled onto your stomach for him.

You felt him climb onto the bed before his hands met your waist and pushed your hips up, indicating that you needed to get on your knees.

Your face was right in front of his pillows as you knelt for him. "There you go..." He mumbled as he pressed his tip gently inside you to tease you.

You made a complaining noise, so he aggressively pressed your face into his pillows before pushing his entire length inside you.

"Oh!" You moaned into the pillows as he stayed deep within you. He waited for another complaint from you before pulling back and thrusting into you quickly.

Your hands gripped the pillows as he continued to thrust into you, deep and quickly. Every movement he made seemed to add to the reasons you would miss him the rest of the week.

You heard groans leave his mouth as he thrust into you, and you swear you heard him whine, but it could have been the weed messing with your mind.

All he could hear in his room was skin slapping, faint music, your moans, and Sam's groans. He slowed his movements and observed how his dick slid in and out of you.

"Fuck..." He grumbled and picked up his pace again. Sam noticed you clenched around his base because you were on the verge of cumming.

His pace slowed, but he continued to thrust deep inside you as you clutched around him, moaning into the pillows.

"Sam!" You whined into the pillow, clearly muffled, but he could still hear you.

"What's up? You have to speak up, come on..." He teased as he pushed your head down into the pillows.

You mumbled incoherent words into the pillows as he pressed your face down into them, his pace quickening as he felt like cumming.

You quickly came around him, but he was still chasing his orgasm, so his pace remained constant.

You whined into the pillows, gripping them tightly as he approached his orgasm. He then thrust himself deep inside you and came.

Thank God for birth control.

You murmured into the pillow as he came inside you and then slowly pulled out. He gave you a soft slap on the ass and quickly left to use the bathroom.

As he walked away, you turned on your back and sighed softly. You'd have to take care of yourself, as usual.

But it didn't matter because you knew you would be back next week, on Thursday, to do it all over again.

a/n: here you go freaks

@ysrjune @hearts4sammonroe @kers505 @mvst4far @amiratheangel

[marriedtobedsy]

anakin spitting in your mouth- WHAT WHO SAID THAT-

this post is 18+, minors dni.

cw for spit/spit kink, anything and everything to do with spit and sex. don’t like don’t read.

anakin spits everywhere.

sure, in your mouth, that's the most obvious place. sometimes he wants to watch it slide down your throat in a big glob, so he'll pry your jaw open and spit onto your tongue. he tilts your head backwards and watches his spit disappear down your throat, and it's even better when you cough/choke/gag on it. he likes watching it happen. other times, though, he wants you to keep it in your mouth. to let it mix with your own spit, to swish it around and get it all over every inch of your mouth. He wants it on and under your tongue, he wants it coating your teeth, he wants it to web up and stick from your tongue to the roof of your mouth when he has you open your jaw. if he's feeling extra nasty, he'll make you swish with his spit, then spit the combo into his mouth. then he'll swish it around in his, and swap it back to you. this goes on until you've both got your combined drool seeping down your necks in a glistening mess, sticky and cooling tight on your skin. then he'll lick it off of you, you'll lick it off of him, and you'll keep going. eventually he wants you to take half and swallow it, and he'll swallow the other half. it's disgusting, but it's what he likes.

he spits on your whole face too, though, not just your mouth. he likes getting flecks over your eyes that bead up in your lashes or streak over them so that you can't open your eyes if you don't want it dripping down. it gives him some sick little power over you; you can't open your eyes unless he helps you clean off your face. he likes watching it run down your chin, he likes watching you try to lick around your mouth to get as much of it off as possible.

he likes spitting on your tits: he likes to target your nipple and watch as it cools on your skin and puckers your nipple up, makes it all stiff and perky. he likes spitting on your collarbones too, and letting it drip down between your tits and trail to your stomach. he'll lick you clean, and he'll probably kiss you with it on his tongue.

he likes spitting on your ass: he likes to watch his saliva drip obscenely over the globe of your ass, especially if some of it gets stuck and pools between your ass cheeks. he'll lick it away for you, and he'll probably accidentally find the tight ring of your asshole with his tongue. if you think the spitting stops there, you're dead wrong. anakin's a messy eager, and your ass is gonna be covered by the time he's done.

of course he likes spitting on your pussy. he's gonna get saliva in there anyways, he's about to latch onto your clit and suck until you see the pearly gates. he likes splattering it over your cunt, sure, and getting flecks of it on your thighs and watching it drip down into your ass. but he also likes spitting on his fingers to then pump them into your cunt, feeling how wet his fingers are before he puts them into your hole and then feeling how much more slick there is on them than before. sometimes he can't see it, like if you're trying to do a quickie in public and he's just reaching into your pants, but he can always feel it and it goes straight to his dick.

even if he's not spitting, he still likes seeing his saliva on you. something just below his stomach clenches whenever he sees his spit glistening on your skin, whether it's where he'd just licked up the curve of your spine, lapped away slick that had pooled on your thighs, or kissed you sloppy and left your lips all shiny. it's a possessive thing, and it's a primally sexual thing, getting his gross spit all over you. and you like it, you like it when he gets his gross spit all over you, and he likes that you like it.

[marriedtobedsy]

hayden with a spit kink 😵‍💫

[marriedtobedsy]

HOUSE RULES.

PAIRING: bartender!anakin skywalker x fem!reader

SUMMARY: you get friendly with the bartender at your tennis club’s annual summer social.

WARNINGS: SMUT, fingering, intercourse, some choking, multiple orgasms, squirting, praise, overstimulation, cream-pie, hook-up/non-established relationship, NSFW, MDNI

COUNT: 3.0k

The courts had been cleared, the nets rolled back, and the clay swept clean. But it wasn’t for play this time, it was for dancing. Fairy lights shimmered like stars where they were strung between the fences, and chatter buzzed through the warm summer-evening air like champagne bubbles. ’50s jazz spilled from a speaker hidden somewhere in the rocks, playing soft and lazy in the background as penny loafers and wedges clicked across the court, drinks in hand.

Anakin was working the outdoor bar beneath the club’s pale blue awning, rolling his sleeves up to his elbows and pouring rosé like it came cheap. It didn’t, but no one is paying for it anyway; everything is free tonight for the club’s annual mid-summer “Sunset Social”. It wasn’t anything extravagant, really; just a casual excuse for the rich to unwind while the club staff stepped softly, nearly part of the ambiance as they put all of their efforts into perfecting their nights.

Except Anakin had a habit of noticing things he knew he wasn’t supposed to.

Like you.

Right now, you’re sharing excited whispers of club gossip with your friends, people-watching with a spark in your eye as you discuss secret rumors about the fellow guests. Anakin couldn’t help the way his wandering eyes chased after you all night, you look so gorgeous in your floral maxi dress, A-line cut halfway down your chest to show off the right amount of cleavage so that it’s not trashy, but classy. You raise your champagne flute to your lips, sipping gingerly on your drink as your tan knee pokes out of the thigh-slit of your dress. You’re not here to play tonight, you’re here to be seen.

And Anakin sees you.

More than he should.

He’d be lying if he said that he wasn’t hurt that you hadn’t once come to the bar, hadn’t even looked in its direction. But Anakin is stubborn, and somehow, every fifteen minutes, he finds himself striding toward you and your little group with a new pitcher of some fancy drink that you had never even requested.

“Another lavender gin fizz?” he offered—or really announced—before refilling your glass.

The wine bubbled warm in your stomach, giving you the extra confidence boost you needed to finally break the ice with this boy who’s been after you.

“That’s my second.”

“Third, technically.” A cocky grin appears on his face, “but who’s counting?”

With a brief wave of giggles from the club girls, you tilt your head with a newfound curiosity, pursing your lips. “And how do you know I like gin?”

Anakin leans in slightly, still gripping the mauve pitcher in his hand. “You made a face at the tequila punch, and you didn’t touch the Aperol spritz I brought you earlier. So, either you hate sugar, or you’re finally starting to trust my taste.”

Your fingers smudge the condensation on your glass as you take a silent second to study his character. “You’ve been watching me?”

“I’m a bartender,” he shrugs playfully, “it’s my job to keep the guests happy.”

You sip slowly on your ice-cold drink, slipping your tongue gently over your bottom lip, collecting the lingering taste.

“You’ve refilled me more than anyone else here,” you call him out, it’s not like you haven’t noticed.

Even your friends have noticed, Bri was the first to say anything about it after she was anticipating Anakin coming over to refill her empty glass, only to refill your half-empty glass. You try not to show too much joy when the apples of his cheeks flush a dusty rose-pink, but you quickly find out that teasing him is so fun.

“Well… you’re the only one who starts to look pretty miserable whenever your drink gets low,” he bounces back, leaning in closer when he lowers his voice. “So, I thought I’d give you a little extra attention.”

His words are laced with a kind of intoxicating tone that makes you falter for a second, and your heart skips a beat when his icy blue eyes suddenly begin staring straight through you… his confidence sends heat right through your core. A spark.

“What’s your name, bartender?”

His gaze darkens at your title, “Anakin.”

“Well, Anakin,” you start, lips curling, “you might want to slow down before you drown me in gin.”

“Just tell me when to stop, and I will.” He says before shifting on his heels and walking back to his place where he’s needed behind the bar, throwing you a subtle wink over his shoulder when your friends finally turn away from him.

But you never tell him when, and Anakin doesn’t stop.

Hours pass, and as the dusk precipitates the deep night sky, the low music becomes overpowered by the cicadas chittering in the woods offside the tennis club.

You’re certainly tipsy now, humid summer hair having dismantled the delicate hairstyle you spent hours on for tonight’s function, yet you’re still stuck with a happy smile between your cherry cheeks. This type of natural look on you was ten times as gorgeous to Anakin as when you arrived at this party.

You’ve done your mingling amongst the other club members, but between every conversation, you found yourself searching out Anakin for more of his witty banter. You couldn’t help it, the chatter with him just flowed so effortlessly, an easy push and pull that couldn’t keep either of you away for long. He makes you feel light on your feet, confident, and above all, he’s attractive… you might have a crush.

Nearly half of the guests were gone by 11 PM, but Anakin was still working hard behind the bar for those who remained. You’re sitting on the corner of a wooden barstool; your warm chin rested on your palm while Anakin mixes drinks mindlessly.

“Hey, bartender!” You call, awaiting your cheeky smile as he makes his way back down to your end of the bar. “Another mint lemonade prosecco?”

But to your disappointment, he licks his teeth while shaking his head. “Sorry, sweetheart. Last call was five minutes ago.”

You pout playfully. Last call? Where did the time go?

“You’re busy,” you comment, watching as the sweat glistens over his forehead.

Anakin nods, “my shift ends in 10 minutes, I’m trying to make as many tips as I can before I clock out.”

You joke, “were the other tips not enough?”

“Well, I might’ve been a little distracted tonight,” he smirks.

You had never stayed this late at the Sunset Social; it was almost midnight, for God’s sake, but time just passes differently with him.

“You look bored,” he notes your dissatisfied expression.

“I am bored,” you emphasize, “all my friends left already!”

Truth be told, you’re not really bored, just missing that extra attention he promised you earlier.

“Well, if you’re still bored in 10 minutes…” he shrugs suggestively, and your lost smile suddenly reclaims its place.

Twenty minutes later, you’re being pushed back through Anakin’s bedroom doorway, lips locked like you need each other to breathe. Anakin’s fingers dig into the plush of your ass through your chiffon dress, and when he roughly pulls your hips into his own, hard-on pressing into your thigh, you card your hands through honey curls. His jaw moves with skillful motion as he licks into your mouth, letting your tongues dance against each other as he walks you to his bed. When you feel the mattress hit your calves, you manage to spin Anakin around and push him to the bed instead.

You hike the long skirt of your dress up as you crawl onto his lap, and he attacks the silver buttons on his work shirt, desperately trying to free his hot chest as quickly as possible. Once you’re settled, straddling his lap, your arms cross in front of you and lift your dress over your head, tits bouncing free in front of his face. His fingers reach right for your pointed nipples after finally freeing himself of his button-up. You gasp at the new sensation; Anakin somehow knows every way to twitch and tweak his hands to drive you crazy. His lips collide with yours again, desperately swallowing every sigh and whimper that he pulls from you.

You stabilize yourself on the hard muscle of his chest, fingers roaming to learn every dip and groove of his torso. He bites your lip, and it swells to a pout where he gently suckles on it to soothe the nip. Your wet hole clenches on nothing when he carefully parts his knees, spreading your thighs wider by the way they’re hooked over his. Anakin’s fingers slip beneath you to study the wet spot soaking through your panties, pressing into you to feel how hot your needy pussy feels, yearning for his contact through the lace. You whine, and Anakin can’t help but let the amusement tug at the corners of his lips.

He pushes the material aside and introduces his hand to your cunt, calloused fingers slipping through dripping folds before pushing his two middle digits inside. You reach for his shoulders, moaning lowly into his mouth; he hums in response.

He gently thrusts in and out of you, feeling the way your tight walls throb around him. He has a steady rhythm that allows you to subtly rock back and forth on his fingers. He’s not slow, just not moving fast enough to actually get you off. But he’s doing that on purpose, he doesn’t want this to be over before it’s even started, he just wants to prepare you for his cock.

However, he does have an interest in your pleasure when he plunges deep inside you, up to his knuckles, and curls them forward, rubbing right against your soft spot in such a perfect way that it makes you gasp for air, eyes flutter shut when your head falls back with a silent moan. Anakin trails kisses down your jaw and throat.

“You’re so wet,” he rasps against your skin, “is all that for me?”

He curls his fingers again, making you whimper in his lap as you nod. Your composure helplessly melts in his lap, and his agonizingly perfect touches don’t stop until you start to palm at his khakis. It’s bigger than you thought. Anakin pulls away from your neck, looking down at where you’re rubbing the growing bulge in his pants, then he looks at you with fire in his eyes.

His hands move for the zipper on his khakis, shuffling them off from underneath you and pushing his boxers down along with them. You kick your own underwear off before crawling over him and positioning yourself above him, where he’s lying calm and collected on the bed, hands tucked behind his head.

He bites his lip, giving you a nod. “You gonna ride me?”

You chuckle, “gonna try,”

You reach behind yourself to deliver a few pumps to his cock before aiming it forward and letting the tip catch on your eager hole when you sit back on him. His grasp on your hips is hard enough to leave wine-red impressions, and you can’t help but clench down on him when he slides in. Your eyes screw shut with a gasp, thin nails scratching crescents into his abs. He groans into the hot air of his bedroom, sounds echoing off the walls.

“That’s it, yeah… that’s it…” he coos as you slowly sink down.

The stretch burns deep inside you, and you only make it halfway before a shiver shakes your body.

“F-Fuck…” you hiss, “oh, God—“

You soon forfeit and have to lift yourself back up, then sink down again to only halfway down his shaft. Anakin stares up at you with awe, eyes glossed over and pupils blown out with lust as small gasps come and go through his ajar mouth.

His eyes flick down to watch you take his length, pussy sucking him in with every withdrawal, reluctant to let go, and leaving behind a trail of glossy wetness that drools down to his balls. You’re mesmerizing.

And sure, he’s enjoying the show, but he knows you can take more.

Without warning, Anakin plants his feet on the bed and thrusts up into you until your hips meet flush. Such an unforgivable action rips a yelp from your throat when you feel his cockhead kiss your cervix, and Anakin swears he can see your eyes cross for a brief moment before you drop your head down, body almost going limp on his cock as you quiver from the shock of his thrust. You whimper, and he rubs his thumb in comforting circles on the plush of your hip; he almost feels a little guilty.

He pouts. “Come on, angel… just roll over and let me fuck you right,”

It only takes one more failed bounce for Anakin to successfully get you onto your back, and he wastes no time once he’s on top.

His thrusts are aggressive and punishing as he slides in and out of your swollen hole, the room fills with the clap of his hips against your ass that harmonize with your helpless cries. Your jaw has fallen slack; vision blurred with tears as he fucks you into oblivion.

“Ohh God— Anakin, oh Anakin-!” You chant his name like a prayer you knew in a past life.

He’s got both hands planted underneath each of your thighs, pushing your soft legs apart to give himself more access to your greedy cunt. Your back is arched, dainty fingers gripping at the sheets as you tighten around him. Every pound into you can be felt in your lungs, ripping the oxygen from you. You quickly disassemble into a drooling mess beneath him, abused pussy swelling around him more and more with every stroke he delivers inside you.

When you pulsate around him with the perfect grip, his rhythm falters, and he readjusts his positioning before doubling down and fucking you mean and dirty, somehow with more fervor than before. When Anakin frees a wandering hand that quickly finds your slick pink folds, you can’t breathe. His calloused fingertips dance over your sensitive pearl with such elegance it forces your walls to clamp shut around his hard dick… Anakin’s eyes squeeze shut momentarily, getting lost in the feeling before he continues circling around your clit, forcing the coil in your core to get tighter and tighter before you’re even able to process it.

His free hand comes up to your throat to stabilize himself, using his grip to move you up and down on his length to meet his pelvis. You gasp, a shaky hand reaching for his wrist, begging for mercy. It’s too much.

“Come on, pretty girl,” his fingers tighten ever so slightly, “you can take it.”

But you’ve completely fallen apart now, rapidly unraveling as you moan out for him. “Wait— Oh-! Please, A-Anakin, slow down-! Ah, Ah, I-I’m gonna—!”

The warm coil quivers inside of you, shooting sparks out to your fingertips as you teeter on the edge of release. Every circle of his digits on your core, every sharp push into your bruised cervix, every squeeze to your raw throat…

“I know, baby, come on, I’ve got you—“ he grunts.

You flutter around him with a sharp gasp, “Ani-Anakin—! I-I’m… I-I can’t—“

Your whole body tenses right before your climax crashes over you. He watches carefully as your entire figure crests over, starting with your head when your eyes roll back, and rumbling down through your torso, leaving your legs shaking around his waist… and his thrusts don’t stop for a second. You just lay there, body completely spent, but still welcoming everything he’s willing to give you. You twitch beneath him, breathless moans straining from your chest as he watches your tits bounce with every push and pull. Anakin’s eyes squeeze shut, freeing your throat and cunt to plant both of his hands on the mattress beside you and turn all of his focus to chasing his release. Quiet moans are slipping from between his lips, so soft you can barely hear them…

But then, with a sudden jolt, the coil is twisting again. But it’s different this time, it’s hot. Red-hot, and you’re falling into it so fast you don’t even have time to process the unusual feeling before something instantly tears through you with an audible splash, and you open your eyes wide to see Anakin’s stomach glistening with your rush of wetness squirting all over him.

“F-Fuck, oh, shit—!”

He empties inside of you with a final thrust and a deep growl as he claws his nails into your love handles, holding on for dear life as he paints your pussy white.

But then, he softens, delivering a couple more gentle ruts into your throbbing hole as he finishes riding out his high. The grip on your hips loosens, and he rubs his thumb back and forth over the new scratches he left imprinted into your sides. The two of you work hard to catch your breath after coming down, and your pussy flutters when he finally pulls out of it, already missing the full feeling.

Anakin drapes his body over yours, wrapping big arms around your waist to hold you tight to him as he buries his face into your neck. Your fingers come up around his hot body and trace gentle shapes over his back. You stare up at his spinning ceiling with dreamy eyes, just taking your time enjoying the afterglow. His big hand comes up to stroke your hair gently, soothing you as he pants. Your eyes fall shut while you hug him, both of you slowly drifting off to sleep after your eventful night.

“Good girl… you did so good for me…”

[marriedtobedsy]

Some of my favourite pictures of Hayden.

[marriedtobedsy]

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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[marriedtobedsy]

BOAAFFF

[marriedtobedsy]

The Night has Just Begun

➪the one where you and hayden make a sex tape.

Warnings: sex tape obvi, smut, unprotected sex, multiple orgasms, oral (m receiving), swearing, think that might be it..

Word Count: 3.2k

Do not repost this anywhere, reblogs are fine ♡

The way Hayden looks with short hair never fails to drive you crazy. 

He had just finished filming Vanishing on 7th Street, and you would’ve been upset about his character’s end in that movie if he didn’t look so damn good in it. He had cut his hair short for this movie, and he got to act like a dick for most of it, and the contrast of that to his usual kind and friendly behavior had you going a bit feral. 

In celebration of the film being completed, he suggested a night at a nice hotel before going back to your house and settling back down after the chaos that occurs on set during the process of making a movie. You agreed, of course, then presented the idea of perhaps filming some behind the scenes stuff at the hotel, and he was all on board. 

Hayden was sitting at the bottom of the bed when you entered the room, and you looked to the right to see the camera and smirked a bit as you closed and locked the door behind you. 

His jacket was tossed onto the chair in the corner of the room, leaving him in just a white tee and jeans, and the simple yet extremely attractive outfit had you biting down on your lip as you paused a few feet away from him. 

You knew you were in frame now, and Hayden knew it, too, as he gave you a small smirk and beckoned you over to him, “Come here,” he softly demanded, but you just stood still with a mischievous glint in your eyes as you began to shrug off your jacket. “Come here, baby.” He tried again, and you gave in.

Walking over to him, you were a few feet away when he wrapped one hand around the back of your thigh as his other one gently grabbed your wrist and halted your action of ridding yourself of your jacket. 

“That’s my job,” he murmured as he pulled you to stand in between his legs and dropped your wrist in order to push the fabric from your shoulders. 

Heat takes over your entire body as you slide your hands up his arms as his slide down the backs of your thighs. “Oh, right,” you say as he leans down to begin placing kisses down the front of your shirt. “I was getting ahead of myself.”

Hayden hummed as he grinned up at you before sliding his hands further down to press against the backs of your knees, making you fall forward a bit. You settle on his lap as a blush takes over your face, and you hide your head in the crevice of his neck. “What?” He laughed quietly. “Why are you hiding?”

You huff and lift your head again, glancing off to the right and looking into the camera lens before returning your gaze to him. “I’ve never done anything like this before.” You confessed, bracing your hands on his shoulders as you shifted on top of him. “I’m nervous.”

“It’s okay,” Hayden nodded in understanding as he leaned in and placed an open mouthed kiss to the base of your throat before looking at the camera as well. “Me too.”

He sure as fuck didn’t look nervous to do this. He looked ready, prepared to get you off in all the ways he’s done before, but this time on film. 

“We don’t have to,” he said quietly. “I can turn it off-”

“I want to do this,” you mumble and bite down on your lip. “But what if someone sees it?”

Hayden smirked a bit, “Well, then they’re in for quite the show,” he teased then softened his gaze as he grabbed your hips. “I promise, no one other than you and I will see it. It’s just for us. It’s just us.”

That was really all the reassurance you needed to forget about the camera and instead focus on the achingly beautiful man beneath you. “Just us,” you say back and close your eyes as he leaned in and kissed along your neck. 

His hands grip your waist tightly as he moves your body so you’re straddling his right thigh. “Just us. I’m not letting anyone else see you like this,” he promised. “It’s all for me. Now ride my thigh.”

Your eyes open at that, and you nearly moan at the look he was giving you. “Okay,” you easily give in as you slowly start to rub your core against his thigh. You actually moan as he bends his leg more and gives you a firmer surface to grind on. “Hayden.”

His hands help guide your movements, and you slowly build up the pace as your fingers tangle in the hair on the back of his neck. “Does it feel good?” He asked, but you both knew he was well aware of the answer to that question. 

Still, you’d always give in to him. “Yes,” you whimpered as he took full control of the way your body moved on top of his. The fabric of his jeans was rough and created the perfect feeling against your core, making you whimper softly. “It feels so good, Hayden.”

He smiled lovingly up at you, still finding the dirtiest act romantic and intimate in the best way possible. Hayden leaned in and pressed his mouth to your neck and shoulders, kissing and sucking on your soft skin as you worked yourself against his thigh. 

“More,” you feebly whined as you helplessly clenched around nothing. “I need more, Hayden.”

He hushed you with his mouth, his lips meeting yours in a deep kiss. “I know,” he rasped, kissing his way up your jaw until he found the skin under your ear. “I know, baby, you’ll get more. We’ve only just started, you’re going to get so much more after you get yourself off on me.”

His words were filthy and only for you as he kept this side of himself very well hidden to everyone else. You weren’t even registering the camera capturing your sinful actions as you rubbed yourself harder against him, your hands grasping for anything to hold onto as he guided your movements. 

The stimulation on your clit was making your eyesight blur slightly, and your release was creeping closer and closer with each drag of your hips. Hayden never failed to get you off easily the first time around, when the night was just beginning, and it really didn’t take much. 

Just the fact that the man who is gripping your body so tightly right now and working you into a whiney mess for him is all yours was enough to have your body jerking as you come on his thigh and bury your face against his neck. 

Hayden releases your hips in order to let you ride out your high in much slower movements, and when you lift your head again with a lazy smile painted on your lips, he was powerless to stop his own from forming. “Are you okay?” He asked and you nodded and pressed a final, deep kiss to his lips before getting up and grabbing the camera with shaky hands. 

“My turn,” you grin as you hand it to him and sink to your knees between his legs. You run your hands up his thighs before popping open the button on his jeans and pulling the zipper down. Hayden lifted his hips and allowed you to push the fabric down his legs before sitting back down and pointing the camera at you. 

Despite your current position on your knees in front of him, you give him a shy smile then kiss him through his tight boxer briefs. His breath hitched in his throat as you licked a damp spot along his length before tugging that material down, too, and tossing it aside without a care. 

Then you were taking him into your mouth and sucking him expertly. You started off slowly, then increased the pace with each bob of your head, and suddenly Hayden was having a very hard time keeping the camera still, despite him holding one countless times now. 

This was probably the dirtiest thing he had ever done. He liked to have you all to himself like this, and while he loved to show you off at premieres or date nights, this was completely new to him. 

While he’s been on camera for all of his career, you hadn’t, so to see you right now through the LCD screen felt surreal and filthy and unlike anything he’s ever felt. “Look at you,” he grunted as you took him deeper than before and encouraged him to grab your hair with his free hand. “You look so pretty like this.”

You blush and use one of your hands to stroke what you couldn’t fit in your mouth. Your other hand tightly grips his thigh as a form of stability as you let his girth destroy the back of your throat. 

Hayden cursed under his breath as he adjusted the camera and leaned back. “You should’ve been an actress, baby,” he mumbled as his hand pulled on your hair and made your head lift a bit to show off his spit covered dick. “The camera loves you.”

You blush more and roll your eyes as you remove him from your mouth and stroke him quickly. “Not nearly as much as it loves you,” you mutter and poke your tongue out to lick his throbbing tip.

He moaned and released your hair so he could softly caress your jaw. “I don’t know, sweet girl,” he grunted. “You’re looking pretty good from my perspective.”

You smile and kiss up the side of his length. “You’re only saying that because you want me to be in a movie with you,”

That was true. He’d been begging you for years now to play a part in one of the movies he and his brother worked on, but you always give him the same response of ‘the camera not being your friend and making you look terrible’ which was total bullshit since he is seeing how perfect you look on camera right now. 

“This is definitely not helping with that. If only you could see how fucking pretty you look right now,” he groaned as you swiped your thumb along his tip. You repeated that action with every stroke of your hand, and sped up the pace when you saw his hips jerk. “I’m gonna come.” He warned and gently stilled your movements by wrapping his hand around your wrist. 

“Good, I want you to,” you say and move your face closer to his wet and pulsing cock. “On my tongue.”

That sounded nothing short of amazing, but he is really worked up at the moment and wasn’t sure how long he would last later if he were to come right now. “But I want to come in you,”

You whine as he pulls you to stand up and away from his spit coated dick. Leaning down, you kiss him deeply as his hand runs up your back, taking your shirt with him before pulling your body closer to his. Straddling his lap again, you wrap your arms around his shoulders as  he holds you against his chest and sets the camera aside in order to flip you over so you’re on your back. 

Wrapping your legs around his waist, you lean your head back as he peppers kisses all along your neck and shoulders before tugging your shirt off and dropping it onto the floor beside the bed. He then snaked his hands behind you and fumbled around with the clasp of your bra, and you looked over to see that the lens was pointed at you. Before you could grab it, Hayden tore the lacy fabric away from your body and picked up the camera. 

You blush deeply as you were almost completely exposed on film now, but you didn’t have time to feel self conscious as Hayden grunts, “Look how pretty you are,” it was more to himself, but since it was just the two of you in the quiet room, you heard him clear as day. “You’re so fucking pretty.” 

“Hayden,” you whimper softly and reach over to trail your hand up his bare thigh. “I thought you wanted to fuck me.”

He smirks at you as he sets the camera down further up the bed so both you and him are in frame. “I will,” he promised as he kissed down your bare chest before he reached the top of your leggings. He pulled them down, as well as your panties, as he added, “Just had to compliment my girl first.”

You blush even more as he tugs his shirt off and drops it into the growing pile of clothes on the floor.  “Such a gentleman,” you say back then moan when he leaned down to kiss your neck as he ran his tip along your folds.  “Oh, God, I need you.”

He grinned at you before sinking into your warm and inviting core. Your previous orgasm made it very easy for him to bottom out completely after just two thrusts, and the relieved moans that left both yours and Hayden’s mouths sounded like something straight out of a porno. They kind of were, given the current circumstances. 

Your body was on fire and your whines got louder with each drag of his hips, you could barely think straight as you reached behind you to grab the camera with numb fingers. To have such a private and intimate moment be filmed felt dirty and sinful, but it also felt exciting and hot and you both knew that no one else would ever see it, so why hold back?

Not used to holding a camera, and definitely not used to filming something while being railed, you weren’t sure how well you were capturing the whole scene. You could barely see through the LCD screen as you pointed it downwards and filmed his slick-covered cock as it disappeared inside of you. 

Then you angle it upwards and capture just how beautiful Hayden looked like this. His brows were furrowed and his mouth was slightly open as deep groans left his lips, and when he glanced up and saw that you were filming him, he gave the camera a smug smile that nearly had you dropping it. “Fuck,” you whimper as you wrap your legs tightly around his waist and kept the camera on his face. “You’re so hot, Hayden, fuck, you can’t look at me like that.”

He laughed, and it sounded more deep than usual, and that really did not help your case as it had you clenching tightly around him. Hayden could barely pull out as you were impossibly tight, but it just made the pleasure you were both feeling intensify. 

“I always look at you like this,” he managed to mutter, and you just shake your head as you reach up with your free hand and grab onto his hair.

Each thrust had your body inching further up the bed, and you had to tighten your hold on him to keep his body connected to yours. “Tell me you’re mine,” you requested in a breathless tone. 

Hayden was fucking you so hard, you barely had any control over your words right now. It was clear that he was also losing himself in you as he lifted his head and smirked down at you. “You feeling possessive, baby?” He teased. “Do you really think someone else will get to see me like this? Get to have me like this?” 

His words send heat waves through you, and you arch your back as you set the camera aside in order to wrap your arms around his shoulders. “No,” you answer in a whisper. “No, but I want to hear you say that you’re mine…all mine.”

The camera was still capturing everything as Hayden pressed a searing kiss to your lips and braced himself on his elbows at either side of your head. “I’m yours, baby,” he promised, kissing you again afterwards. “All fucking yours.”

You moan loudly as he pulls away and sits back on his knees. He grabs the camera and resumes fucking into you, but this time he’s the one filming it. One hand grips your hip as the other holds the camera above your body, and his point of view allowed nearly the entire thing to be captured. 

You were so worked up, you weren’t even paying attention to it as you stared down at where you connected. “Fuck,” you whimpered when the thumb of the hand that was on your waist moved to rub harsh circles onto your swollen and throbbing clit. “I’m going to come again.” 

Hayden hummed as he kept the camera focused on himself sliding in and out of you while he looked above it, his dark eyes narrowed at your fucked out expression. “I want you to,”

You shake your head, “I don’t want to yet,” you whine, making him laugh quietly. “I don’t want this to be over yet.”

Hayden tilts the camera up towards your face. “It’s okay, pretty girl,” he cooed, holding off his own release. He’s shamelessly been close since the second you started going down on him, so he wasn’t going to last much longer either. “We can make another one. Fuck...we can make as many videos as you want, but right now I need you to come for me.”

You moan softly then arch your back as your second orgasm washes over you and makes you see black spots for a few seconds. You blindly reach for his hand and tangle your fingers with his as he fucks you through your high, and the extra warmth and wetness triggers his own. Deep grunts left his mouth as he slowly fucked you through his own high, knowing how sensitive you had to be at this point and not wanting to overstimulate you too much.

He had to grip onto the camera tightly so he didn’t drop it, and he focused back down at your dripping core as he slowly pulled out. You were shaking as he gently pulled his hand from yours and fucked his release back into you with his fingers, quiet groans escaping his throat at the way your walls eagerly took his seed. 

Tossing the camera aside, Hayden leans back down and hovers over you again as he presses kiss after kiss to your puffy lips, and you moan softly as you wrap your arms loosely around his shoulders. “You’re so perfect,” he murmured and trailed kisses all over your face. 

You laugh and glance over at the still rolling camera with tired eyes. “I can’t wait to watch that as our foreplay for next time,”

Hayden hummed in disapproval as he shook his head and turned it off, setting it on the nightstand afterwards and pulling you into his arms. “I can’t do that, I’ll come before I even get to touch you,” he said and you could tell he was serious, even with the hint of humor in his voice. 

“Okay, maybe we’ll just watch me riding your thigh and me sucking you off before acting out the good stuff that comes after it,” you offer and he nods with a lazy smile on his lips. 

“I love you,” he mumbles and guides your bodies further up the bed so you’re laying on the pillows. 

“I love you, too,” you say back as you rest your head against his sweaty chest, a flicker of excitement in your eyes as you glance over at the camera. This definitely wouldn’t be the only video you and he make together.

[marriedtobedsy]

Office Hours 𝜗𝜚⋆

Summary: Anakin definitely has a favorite student.

Pairing: Prof!Anakin x Student!Fem!Reader

Warnings: READER IS 18!, masturbation (m receiving), mentions of sex, no use of ‘y/n’, undertones of grooming.

A/N: Ik this shouldn’t be glorified, but i also crave for an older man to tell me he’s proud of me and that i’m doing a good job <\3. Also i hope the perspective changes make sense in this!

PART 2 HERE!

Anakin loved grading your work, in fact, he set aside your papers so he could grade them together.

He taught a required course, one that all student who wished to have a degree in anything to do with English had to take and pass. Some hated it, most just did their work and got their grade.

But not you.

You cared, Anakin could tell. you were always on time, you were attentive, a gifted writer, a wonderful person, and a great student. On top of all that, you were the prettiest girl he’d ever seen.

At first he kicked himself for his feelings, telling himself it was inappropriate, that it was wrong, how dare he think about one of his students like that! But you were 18 and he was only 32, that’s not so bad right?

The more he stared to feel about you, the more he let himself think about you. How could he not? When you always wore little pink bows at the back of your pigtails, when your lips were always pink and glossy, your cheeks always flushed when he’d compliment your work. You were truly an angel, perhaps a goddess; but that didn’t matter to him.

He’d worship you either way.

The ding of a clock indicated that he had 30 minutes to grade before his next class started, the class you were in, and he dug into the pile of ungraded work like it was the best book he’d ever read.

The last assignment Anakin gave was easy but long, a research paper on a book of your choice. Then you had to take notes on your work and turn in the paper and notebook.

He was giddy with he saw yours, the essay neatly tucked into the cover of the notebook, adorned with a small smiley face on the corner by your name. Anakin saved yours for last, a little treat he reminded himself as the other students’ work was less than savory.

When he got to yours he opened it up and almost groaned with excitement. never would he be over how neat and tidy your handwriting was, nor the fact that you wrote the whole thing in with a crisp, pink ballpoint pen.

Your work was superb, as always.

Anakin could have cum in his pants from how careful your essay was, the time and detail was apparent as he read through your incredible notes. He read both over and over again before the filing in of students reminded him that class was starting soon.

He wrote a few notes on your work and put it in the stack of graded notebooks to hand back.

——

“Brilliant work as always clever girl”

The words seemed to jump out at you, they were right next to the big red 98% on the corner of the essay you just got back from your favorite professor.

Surely it meant nothing, he was a professor, an educator, he was meant to praise those who did good, so why when directed to you did it always feel so different?

‘Maybe i’m just better than the people in here’ was the thought that jumped forward in your mind, of course your professor didn’t have a crush on you! what a silly thought to even entertain!

Yet his glances at you when you left the classroom, and the fixing of his pants when you smiles and waved at him made you think otherwise.

——

Anakin was rock hard when your class got out. the look on your face when you saw your final grade and the little note he wrote was enough to make a lesser man moan out loud. The way you chewed on your nail the rest of the class and jotted down notes had him sitting down so his erection was less apparent.

Naturally, he wasted no time when the day ended.

He quickly discarded himself of his blazer before sitting in his desk chair and unzipping his pants, his aching dick slapping against his stomach as he pulled down his boxers and immediately started rubbing the pad of his thumb over his leaking tip.

He wondered what it would feel like if it was your cunt, the mewls that would erupt from your throat, the desperate movement of your hips as he pounded you into his desk, the wet slapping of your arousal, god he craved you.

After gently teasing himself for a few moments, he fully wrapped his hand around his full length and began to messily jerk himself, your name falling from his lips like a sacred mantra.

The moment felt so good, the feeling of his hand was heavenly against his aching length, it was so good that he began to wonder what he could do to get you to let him fuck you, asking you up front could lead to him losing his job, no.. he needed privacy, he needed to know you wanted it to.

Ropes of cum spurted from his fat dick, the moments of clarity allowing him to think of the most perfect scheme.

——

The flutter in your heart was almost painful, you had ran the moment over and over again in your mind. Double, triple, quadruple checking that you weren’t crazy, that your beloved professor did, in fact, call you sweetheart.

If you were a man you’d 100% have a boner right now.

All you did was mention how you were proud of yourself for your grade on your last assignment, you were not expecting your beloved Professor Skywalker to quip back with-

“I’m proud of you too sweetheart”

-you could’ve cum right there, and you might’ve if you didn’t race out of that classroom like someone was chasing you.

This was wrong, horrible, ghastly. Though he wasn’t married, he had a tendency to ramble during his lectures, he was still 32! a whole 14 years older than you! But no amount of self-scrutiny could stop you from wanting to tangle your hands in his shaggy blonde curls while you rode him like a stallion.

———

The next few weeks felt interesting to say the least.

It seems your professor was un-aware of how much he was affecting you. the semester was coming to a close, so he rid himself of his blazer to prepare for the summer air, dawning only a white button up that displayed his back muscles the way they deserved.

You wanted to rip him apart, claw at his back until it was bloody and raw, suck on his skin untill you were the only thing he could feel, you wanted to destroy him, the only stronger feeling in your system was your want for him to destroy you.

His little notes also changed. It went form standard teacher notes like:

Awesome! or you did great!

to ones you could tell he only left on your paper, adorned in the corner of everything you got back was:

good girl, i’m so proud, i knew you could do it princess

It was getting too much to bare, he even started to touch you, to let his hands linger. Like when he passed you in the library and places his hands on your hips to move by you. It was too much.

He had to know what he was doing right? he had to know that you were rubbing your pussy raw to the thought of him, gridding pillows and hooking up with random boys that had similar mops of curly blonde hair and piercing cobalt eyes. he had to right?

He did.

——

Anakin knew he had you. Weeks of teasing, testing the waters, leading you to him, and you finally took the bait.

When he opened his E-Mail this morning and saw one from you he almost jumped out of his skin. it was professional, just you saying that you’d like to chat about your grades, but he knew, he knew the moment you walked in that you were his, that you’d do whatever he wanted.

It just so happened he was unavailable the rest of the day after you scheduled your office hours.

———

Anakin groaned, he thought maybe he could wait, that he could hold in his desires for after you two spoke, but he just couldn’t. He was uncomfortably. hard, his whole body was shaking from need, and it was still 5 minutes until you had scheduled to see him.

despite his better judgments, he undid his belt and palmed himself through his boxers, it felt so good, his balls were heavy with need and the tiny wet patch indicated that he needed to get off, now.

Yanking down his boxers, he did the same thing he did everytime he was alone with the thought of you, his hand pumping up and down his fat cock. The only thing he could hear was the sound of his own heartbeat in his ears. he was so deaf, in fact, that he didn’t hear the rattle of the turning knob to his office door.

“Professor Skywal-“ your voice was sweet like velvet. His eyes shot open.

shit.

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This “Take it- take it.. fucking take it” he says breathlessly, he’s pounding you, his thrusts are precise, hard and deep, the kind of deep that makes his tip kiss your cervix, you’re trapped and you fucking love it, trapped between his body and the mirror… you look up at yourself, your eyes are glazed and you’re already cock drunk, it was the best idea ever to sneeak up to the dirty restroom at the club with him, after all this is still a secret relationship but god it’s so good, the adrenaline, everything… you’re snapped out of your thoughts when he suddenly pulls your hair hard, making your back arch deeper, your finger prints on the mirror will be the only prove this ever happened… his finger grip your hips hard enough to leave bruises, a particular hard thrusts has you mewling, Anakin has to cover your mouth “Quiet doll, keep fucking quiet” he mutters in your ears but you can’t help it, your soaked pussy milking his cock should’ve enough proof that you can’t control yourself, so you moan again… this angers him however and Anakin covers your mouth, his thrusts become erratic “I said. Keep. Fucking. Quiet. Bitch” what a night.

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[marriedtobedsy]

no cause you’re so real

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[marriedtobedsy]

i want dilf hayden so bad omg