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hey. there is not enough ryan gosling smut on this godforsaken site

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Close up of Hayden's eyes because I have a major urge to cup his cheeks and kiss all over them and make him blush and laugh because they just sparkle soooo pretty when he's happy :(

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idk if anyone has done this for anakin already

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no my draft jsut didn’t save for no reason but i’m very calm

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PRIVATE PORTFOLIO II (indiana jones)

PT I

um……. hi guys!

word count: 851 warnings: smut, age gap, teacher-student

MINORS DNI! 18+

But you were ripe and primed to learn, especially from the beautiful, brawny professor pressing you into his office door.

"You knew exactly what you were doing."

His hand leaves yours and pins your full hand to your hips, reaching to your side to lock the door…

You can feel Dr. Jones’ breath on your ear, much more controlled than yours, mocking you with his collectedness, sending you reeling even further at the reality of the situation you found yourself in: sandwiched between this composed, experienced, aroused older man, and his heavy office door.

You hear him give a slight laugh, and you know you’re dangerously unprepared for what’s coming.

"I've seen how you look at me." A hand comes to rest on your neck, gentle, but pressured, trapping your ear against his lips and forcing you to endure his soft baritone torture. "Eyes wide and glazed."

"I thought it was my expedition stories exciting you." His unoccupied hand falls to the inside of your thigh and begins to slide under your skirt. "But it's all just for me, isn't it?"

You're virtually paralyzed under his attention, unable to move an inch, the restriction only highlighting the rhythmic pulsing from your heart and your cunt. The closer he gets, the more intensely it aches.

"What are you thinkin’ about when you look at me like that?"

His lips feathering across your collarbone, down your stomach, up your thighs. His tongue rolling against your swollen folds, his hand reaching to cover your mouth while you convulse. His large frame, slick with sweat, engulfing you, gliding against you. Moans and gasps and groans harmonizing. His hips rocking harshly into you. A deep, loud, guttural groan as he fills you.

Indiana can feel your body flush and flutter in his hands. Again he snickers.

“I’ll tell you what I’ve been thinking about since the moment I opened that folder.”

His lips press against your ear and kiss you, and you're dead weight, hands skittering for his biceps as he continues down your neck. Dr. Jones holds you steady, like he expected it, each word carefully calculated to have you submit to his will.

Bliss.

The heat in the room begins to shift as his fingertips near your panties- painful, palpable tension birthed from a forbidden lust transforming into a race for tangible, euphoric relief. There was a danger in opening that box, but you knew Dr. Jones was no stranger to it.

A moan rumbles from his throat as he grazes your clothed heat, his teeth gently scraping across your neck. He breathes deeply, grossly pressing himself against you, and bites down, sending your hips forward. You shudder against his ear, your yearning finally overpowers you.

“Dr. Jones,” Your hand falls to his and presses his fingers against you, hips rolling your cunt on his fingers, and you heave a sigh of relief. But it isn’t enough.

“Please-”

“Don’t you wanna know what I’ve been thinking about?”

God, it hurt. Several semesters worth of pent up tension, all this time and teasing and torture. How could he stand another second when it was right at his fingertips?

You shake your head violently and guide his hand into your panties, press one of his calloused fingers against your opening and let him feel how pathetically slick you are.

Another low laugh into your ear.

“You’re easy, dollface. I normally like to take my time...”

His finger presses deep inside you, lips immediately meeting yours to keep you quiet. His kiss was grounding; soft, slow, and careful. For a minute he just held himself inside of you, gently stroking every part of you with minimal movement. Every nerve in you, throughout your brain, down your spine and shoulders, lit on fire, sparking, sparkling, and sputtering, lingering in your fingertips, scorching in your cunt. You both heave as he pulls his lips from yours.

“Keep quiet.”

A second finger slips into you and then he’s plunging them deep and rhythmically, tearing a cry from your chest, earning a tight hand around your throat to quiet you.

“You really got a thing for getting caught, huh? Gonna have the whole hall knocking on my door if you can’t keep it down.” Dr. Jones grins down at you with an arrogance you didn’t know he was capable of. He’s remarkably different than the professional you’d come to know him as. He was devious, perverted, and he excelled at it. Your breathing is ragged and strained, your swollen mound leaks over his hand and twitches around his thick fingers as they disappear in and out of your sloppy, eager cunt. You couldn’t moan or move or breathe, forced just to endure it, pleasure building and building on itself with nowhere to go.

Indiana holds you still and silent against the door like a living doll, watching you closely. You’re clothed, but he can see your body clear as day beneath, your immodest images lingering in his mind.

“Mmm,” he groans as he feels you tremble around his fingers. “Gonna cum already, sweetheart?” His thumb reaches to your clit, his motions all slowing, stringing you steadily along.

“I’ve been waitin’ for this. Always so good for me, should’ve known you’d be a perfect whore. You like it, don’t you? I know you do. Swallowing my fingers right up, can’t even imagine how good you’d feel on my cock.”

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To the anon that requested ceo!anakin for 12 days of christmas. i think you might have read my mind. i was planning to write one involving christmas lingerie 😭 ur perfect

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i want to everyone to know the tumblr almost going down thing was because of my absence. the internet gods called and i returned. ur welcome

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also if anyone cares i started dating that guy!!! the one where i was super anxious for the first date!!! he doesn’t seem to be bothered by the socioeconomic difference at all. almost 3 months strong. he’s a trip tho.

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it’s so interesting to me that to the general audience, yoda has a reputation of being divinely wise and straight-laced. That goblin was fucking insane. I’m ESB he giggled more than he spoke. Why did we erase his silliness

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Hayden Christensen as Anakin Skywalker in STAR WARS: Episode III - Revenge of the Sith (2005)

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hiii <3 not quite ready to write yet but it will be winter break soon!!!! if you see me active it’s cause i missed reblogging pretty pics on my main. may reblog some things here too. missed y’all <3 please be patient as i come back to life 🥹

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i am so sorry y’all this semester is absolutely kicking my ass. worst semester yet by far. i’ll be back around soon 🫶🏼

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arising to let peeps know the date when mega well so i’m gonna live in that for a bit & probably go ghost on here until the weekend!!

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RYAN GOSLING THE GRAY MAN (2022)

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anakin fucking you like a rag doll and just fkn degrading you.

because sometimes you just…need it?

maybe you’ve been really understimulated lately, way too much energy, knowing you have trapped emotion but you just have too much energy to sit there and express it. anakin is very in tune with your emotions, and when you get like this he knows it’s more difficult to get through to you. not that he’s the best at discussing his feelings, but when it comes to you — he wants you to be okay, you know? so, that being said — when you get super hyperactive and avoidant and jittery, he knows how to fuck it out of you.

he sets a punishing pace, and he goes deep too. for the most part, in doggy style — your ass up in the air, making it all the more humiliating when he’s pushing down on your arch and gritting his teeth, growling out a “yeah, yeah that’s fucking right.” through them with that low borderline whiny voice we know and love. “really, my love? can’t act right without getting fucked hard first huh? aren’t you embarrassed?” he huffs, and he’ll keep at it until he finally hears you start to mewl out little cries — the pleasure mixed with all your pent up emotions hitting you at once.

he won’t stop, he knows you don’t want him to — instead, he’ll flip you onto you back and fuck you like that in a mating press. still hard, and deep — but this time you can see his face incase you need the grounding, and so he can keep an eye on you.

“thats it, cry. such a bad girl for holding that in, huh?” he barely knows what’s coming out his mouth, too concentrated on watching his thick length grinding in and out your cunt, leaving him glistening. his strong arm is resting by your head and his stomach is rolling and tensing as he fucks into you and god it’s just so much. the degrading doesn’t stop until he feels the stress leave your body through the force and he knows he’s done his job, and that’s when the copious amount of praise starts to roll through.

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