polkadotloser

[polkadotloser]

heyy can i please ask for a scott barringer x reader where he gets jealous or something please

mdni .•*

Scott Barringer x reader • jealous!scott • oral (f receiving) • puss eating • proving he’s better • smut with plot • jealousy makes him hotter some how • not proof read yet sryyy

I’ll keep it short and sweet :-)

Scott Barringer is on a good day, very sure of himself and his relationship with you. very sure until he saw laith making you giggle and laugh.

BANG.

“what was that [name]?” Scott asks, his hands pinning you to the stone wall by your shoulders. you crinkle your nose and manage to push him off. “what are you talking about?” you scoff.

his face hardens and he stays silent before eventually speaking up. “do you like him?” he asks, voice more madder than before hand. you roll your eyes and cross your arms over your chest. “no Scott, I don’t.” you say it like it’s common knowledge.

he sighs, reaching a hand out to grab your hip. his thumb circling your hip bone slowly. “You like driving me crazy, don’t you?” he accuses angrily, voice picking up some more volume. “don’t say that Scott” you shake your head at the accusation.

“Say it. say you want that dickhead and not me—go on” Scott dares, though there is more insecurity in his voice, then anger. you frown and shake your head again. “I want you Scott, you know that.” your voice is now softer.

he pushes you against the stone wall, this time he’s gentle. his hands slide down to your arse—grabbing a handful of soft flesh before grunting. “Say it again.” he whispers, eyes flickering down to your lips. he wants to see your lips move around the words. “I want you Scott.” you whisper, more sure and firm then before.

before you can say anymore his lips are against yours in a heated kiss, his hands let go of your ass and are already working on your shorts. your hands reach up to unbuckle his belt but he stops you. “no, i wanna make you feel good” he whispers as he tugs down your shorts. he leans back down to continue kissing you, his fingers hook under the waistband of your panties before sliding them down.

he slowly kneels down on the wood chips, grabbing one of your legs and throwing it over his shoulder. making you gasp and grab his sandy blonde hair for support. he looks at your pussy—already swollen from the kiss. he pokes out his tongue and slides the wet muscles up your slit, you shiver and tug on his hair.

he flattens his tongue and continues to lick your ashy pink clit, tasting your sweet arousal. he groans, effectively making his tongue buzzed against your clit. you yank his hair and whine. “hurry” you beg. usually he would tease but now he’s proving how much better he is than laith. he wraps his lips around your clit and begins to suck.

you gasp before throwing your head back, your face scrunching in pleasure and need. his hands grip your thighs tighter as he eats you out, putting in all his effort until you begin to shake and moan. you try to suppress your moans but it’s no use, your a mess for Scott. “oh my god!” you inhale before cumming on his mouth.

he give your pussy one last lick before looking up at you, his chin and mouth covered in your juices, a huge grin on his lips.

much better than laith,

xoxo polka :-)

(I love this ask! I hope I did well)

[polkadotloser]

hii can i please ask for a scott barringer alphabet, i saw your other ones and enjoyed them

mdni .•*

Scott Barringer Alphabet

(sorry if it’s inaccurate, I’ve only seen a few eps and not proof read yet srryyy)

A – Aftercare

he 100% does aftercare. he’s not over the top with it, just holding you close and rubbing her back. he might ever play with her hair, his fingers combing through it or untangling knots you both had made together during the intimacy.

B – Body part they’re obsessed with (on themselves or partner)

boobs or hips. come on now! Scott is a typical teenage boy so he can very much appreciate a nice pair of boobs or good hips. if his you are walking around the behavioural camp in cute shorts or a low cut top he’s running to the nearest bathroom to ‘take care’ of himself.

C – Cum (preferences, habits, messiness, etc.)

if you let him he’ll cum in you but other wise he likes to make a mess on your stomach of thighs, he might smear it around a little with his fingers or the tip of his member. he’s messyyyy.

D – Dirty talk (yes/no? how intense?)

when he dirty talks it’s raspy and breathy, it’s never forced—it just kinda slips out. He’ll say stuff like “that’s so good” or “Christ that’s—god.” it’s very much unscripted.

E – Experience level (virgin? seasoned? awkward? confident?)

I think that a there have been a handful of times that he’s went to third base and probably has had sex with an old girlfriend a few times. he’s done it enough to have a rough idea of what he’s doing, if you catch my drift.

F – Favorite position(s)

anything where he can be mainly in control. he likes missionary and doggy style though deep down he has a special spot for you being on top every once and a while.

G – Goofy vs. serious during sex

mmm… I can imagine the first few times he laughs nervously or grins boyishly but once he gets the hang of sex he treats it pretty seriously. sex isn’t just ‘fucking’ to him, it’s actually surprisingly special to Scott.

H – Hair (grooming habits, preferences, etc.)

he’s not super hairy, chest wise but when it comes to his happy trail and pubes he keeps it maintained. doesn’t go bald but also doesn’t let his hair grow completely out of control. as for you he likes trimmed or bald.

I – Intimacy (how do they show love in the bedroom?)

YES. he’s all about making you feel loved and he needs to feel loved in return by you to get off.

J – Jack off (how often, how do they think about their partner, etc.)

he’s not a complete jack off addict but like most young men his age he does jack off. the thought of you while he jerks off definitely makes the whole action feel more special and less hormone driven for Scott.

K – Kinks (what are their top ones?)

I imagine praise (both ways), subtle dominance and beginner restraint. imagine this: Scott telling you how pretty you are is while he pins you by your hips to his mattress. that kinda vibe.

L – Location (favorite place to do it)

if he’s at the mount horizon camp there’s probably only three options. bed, forest and lakeside. I reckon he prefers bed then lakeside then forest. in. that. order.

M – Motivation (what gets them in the mood?)

seeing you walk around in little denim shorts or splashing around in the lake that will definitely get Scott going like crazy.

N – No (hard limits, turn offs)

clear lack of consent, sharing you or humiliation. those are some very strong boundaries he will make known.

O – Oral (giving, receiving, enthusiasm level)

he won’t ask for head but if you ever offers he will NEVER turn down the offer. in the giving end, he will get lost between your thighs. the taste and smell. heaven for Scott.

P – Pace (slow and sensual, rough and fast, teasing?)

he will always start slow and deep but as the need to go fast takings over he goes fast, real fast. he honestly can’t stop himself especially if you whisper something little like ‘faster’.

Q – Quickies (yes/no, favorite kind)

because Scott is in such a tightly ran camp quickies must happen. he will pin you against a tree or the side of a cabin, put his hand over your mouth and swear he’ll make it up to you later. (Such a gentlemen haha)

R – Risk (into risky situations or places?)

he has to be risky if he wants sex, he doesn’t seek it out specifically but when the situation is extra risky it definitely makes him feel a certain way.

S – Stamina (how many rounds? recovery time?)

I can imagine maybe one or two, though he can go multiple times a day with you, just not one after another.

T – Toys (use them? like them? own them?)

no, unless you specifically mention wanting one it will never really cross his mind of something he wants or needs during sex. he would definitely get secretly jealous if a stupid toy seemed to make you feel better then he can.

U – Unusual turn-ons (weird things that get them going)

the camp is FULL of morons so seeing you stand up for yourself or him is surprisingly a huge turn on. having your finger in some jerks face while you tell them off? So hot.

V – Volume (how loud are they? noises they make)

I don’t think he moans or whimpers. I imagine that he more groan or takes sharp inhales. little ‘mmph’ or ‘ah!’ Is what I can imagine coming from him.

W – Wild card (anything random or extra you’d like to add)

jealous boy. if you laugh or joke around with someone he sees as a threat he’ll make you feel so good that you forgot that idiots joke.

X – X-ray (what’s under the clothes? body confidence, size, etc.)

he’s tall, broad shoulders and nicely toned abs. not the type that comes from training but more genetics. he has an impressive length, not CRAZYYY huge but you’ll definitely gasp when you see it spring out.

Y – Yearning (how desperate do they get?)

he doesn’t openly beg, he does it quietly. he’ll tug on your shirt or frown his brows when you refuse him. that kinda yearning.

Z – Zzz (what are they like after sex? clingy? sleepy? energized?)

he’s not quick to fall asleep. you’ll probably sleep first. he likes it that way. he likes to watch you drift asleep and feel your warm breath against Is chest or neck. that’ll put in to sleep.

thank you for the ask!!

xoxo polka

[polkadotloser]

mdni .•*

Stephen Glass alphabet

(my interpretation)

A = Aftercare (what they’re like after sex)

after sex Stephen is a messy. he’s all pants and nuzzling his face deep into your cleavage or stomach. he loves to feel your body heat and heart beat—it grounds him after such a experience.

B = Body part (their favorite body part of theirs and also their partner’s)

I think that Stephen likes thighs or breasts. thighs because they’re squishy and he can sleep on them and breasts because he has something to squeeze at. he will lay between his partners thighs after a long day of work or squeeze her chest during sex if he needs something to hold onto.

C = Cum (anything to do with cum, basically)

I picture him and his partner mainly doing cowgirl, you know? so I assume the he usually cums on his stomach. after when she collapses onto her back next to him, Stephen might lazily spread the cum around on his stomach.

D = Dirty secret (pretty self explanatory, a dirty secret of theirs)

if he has a workplace crush i imagine that he might steal things off of her desk to use when touching himself. things like lotion. if his crush is more like a roommate or he somehow has access to a pantie draw you know damn well he’s stealing a pair.

E = Experience (how experienced are they? do they know what they’re doing?)

I think during high school he wasn’t very popular with girls but in college is where he got most of his experience. despite his nerdy and nervous look he does know what he’s doing.

F = Favorite position (this goes without saying)

COWGIRL!!! his a sucker for a girl who just straddles his lap and takes it. his trembling hands rest on her thighs or hips, he lets her take the lead and create a pace. he might buck up or push her down but it’s only when he’s nearing his climax.

G = Goofy (are they more serious in the moment? are they humorous? etc.)

I wouldn’t say serious or goofy, just in between. he’s okay with letting his partner tease him a little bit but he’s too busy whimpering to say anything back.

H = Hair (how well groomed are they? does the carpet match the drapes? etc.)

he’s a dark dirty blond so i imagine his pubes are probably brown. he’s trimmed. he likes to feel put together and clean so he always trimmed. he always likes to look nice for his partner.

I = Intimacy (how are they during the moment? the romantic aspect)

he is very lovey dovey. he is all compliments the holding his partner close. he loves to stroke her hair or kiss her neck. his hands might tremble a little but that just shows how much he’s feeling.

J = Jack off (masturbation headcanon)

I think he’s definitely humps his pillow. I mean, come on. you can’t tell me that you can’t imagine Stephen humping his pillow while whining. he brace his face into the pillow and ruts or rolls his hips until he’s a mess.

K = Kink (one or more of their kinks)

praise/reassurance!! it is so so so obvious that Stephen is a dog for praise.

L = Location (favorite places to do the do)

bed or office. I think that it really depends on what mood he’s in. if he’s craving something that’s really intimate and slow he’ll definitely go for a bed but if he wants some risky he’ll go for his office.

M = Motivation (what turns them on, gets them going)

if it’s in a office setting I imagine heels and pencil skirts. watching his office crush hand out coffees or collect papers in a tight pencil skirt makes him FERAL.

N = No (something they wouldn’t do, turn offs)

I think something Stephen wouldn’t do is being a rough dom. if his partner wants him to dominate a lil then he’s happy to try but saying stuff like ‘your my slut’ feels off for poor Stevie.

O = Oral (preference in giving or receiving, skill, etc.)

HES A MUNCHER!!! SLURP LICK SUCK! of course he loves receiving but he love love loves to eat out his partner.

P = Pace (are they fast and rough? slow and sensual? etc.)

when he’s on top I like to imagine that he’s very slow but deep. he’ll bury his face into your neck or hair and slowly rock and grind his hips needly.

Q = Quickie (their opinions on quickies, how often, etc.)

Stephen is a very busy man so of course he’s all for quickies. in his office, in the shower and right before he leaves his apartment to go to work. I thing maybe 2-4 times a week he will slip in a quickie with his partner.

R = Risk (are they game to experiment? do they take risks? etc.)

if his partner wants to try something out, then you know damn well he’s a game to try it to. he’s one of those ‘I’ll try it once’ kinda guys.

S = Stamina (how many rounds can they go for? how long do they last?)

I think maybe 5-15 minutes, it all depends. if him and his partner had just finished a very long round one there’s probably not gonna be a round two. he’s too busy falling asleep. though if his partner is on top and wants a second round then he’ll let her ride out another orgasm.

T = Toys (do they own toys? do they use them? on a partner or themselves?)

he might own a vibrator for his partner but besides from that I can’t imagine him owning anything else. I think that he would much prefer himself over some toy pleasuring his partner. I think he would get jealous (awww)

U = Unfair (how much they like to tease)

he doesn’t tease but he LOVES/HATES when his partner teases him. if his partner is just slowly licking the head of his penis he’ll be a mess. he pretends that he hates being teased with all of his heart but he secretly loves it.

V = Volume (how loud they are, what sounds they make, etc.)

whimper. he whimpers, loud.

W = Wild card (a random headcanon for the character)

he definitely steals panties. there’s no way that he doesn’t. he’ll slip it into his sleeve or pocket and when he’s alone he will wrap the delicate fabric around his shaft and go CRAZYYY.

X = X-ray (let’s see what’s going on under those clothes)

I think he’s probably a wiry fit. not lanky but not super buff. when it comes to his ‘length’ he’s most definitely a solid 6-7 inches, pink tip and uncircumcised. he’s pretty girthy but not enough that it hurts going in, just enough that there’s just a littttle struggle.

Y = Yearning (how high is their sex drive?)

his sex drive is off the charts in my opinion. He’s all over his partner 24/7 begging for some kind of intimacy. he’s a complete sucker for it.

Z = Zzz (how quickly they fall asleep afterwards)

within seconds his face is buried in his partner’s chest and he’s snoozing away. it’s honestly kinda amusing how he can fall asleep so easily after such an intense and intimate moment.

xoxo polka

sorry this is sooo lazy

@mitski9328373 @seekingbeyondthestars

[polkadotloser]

hello there i was wondering if you write for scott barringer or all of hayden’s characters or just anakin ?

yess I do!! if you have a request I’ll be happy to write ones for you

[polkadotloser]

hii

I am polka, since as long as I can remember I have loved writing. through depression and hospital I have never stopped having a love for writing.

it was in 2022 that I discovered the world of Wattpad. oh boy, that was a very pivotal shift in my writing and reading. as I grew more mature and creative I moved to writing on tumblr. I have had a few different accounts in the past that are full of terrible writing haha.

now that I’ve matured and healed mentally i decided to make this account! an account where i can share my writing freely. wether it gets 0 or 1000 likes, i just like sharing my writing even if it too a empty void.

what are some things that I like?

I love love love stacking blankets, vanilla perfume, sparkles, baby pink and blue, cats, warmth, scented lotion, baths, coming of age films, romance films, romanticising the little things and sad books.

YouTubers I like?

daxflame, Danny Gonzalez, oceans asmr, Daniel hentschel, Frankie fey.

music artists I like?

Adrianna lenker, Kodi Khianne, Billie Eilish, Mitski

all time favourite song?

dna guarantee or ruined

style?

I’m forever wearing thrifted cardigans or baggy or fur Ugg boots. I don’t like wearing shorts but I love wearing pajama pants. everywhere. my mom always gets up me about it but I refuse to listen.

my story?

will talk about it when I feel comfortable to do so on this blog :-)

[polkadotloser]

mdni .*•

Anakin Skywalker x reader • Anakin x reader • princess!reader • protector!anakin • grinding • picnic setting • mutual feelings • first time • yellow dress • intense • denying feelings at first • Jedi code? don’t know her

since your parents pushed you into the spotlight as the new queen of naboo there had been a handful of awfully scary assassination attempts. you insisted that ‘I can handle it father’ or ‘you taught me well mother’ after every situation, despite all of your very ‘convincing’ arguments they asked to have a Jedi assigned to protect you. they had handpicked the greatest, the most capable—Anakin Skywalker.

ani? the little boy who would follow you around, hugging your leg and begging for one kiss? you thought it was foolish until you saw him. he had grown into a very capable young man. tall, strong and good with a lightsaber.

you felt at ease until the familiar flirting began. compliments, stares and comments with second meanings. the worst part was that you could no longer ignore it and brush it off as a little boy being annoying, now it was a very handsome young man hitting on you every chance he got. it made you second guess your original stance on him being ‘cute little ani’.

he accompanied you to every market trip, party and simple outing. today you wanted to have a picnic in this beautiful field you had heard about, something you would usually do alone now accompanied with Anakin. he stared at you the whole time he sliced up pears and apples for you, eyeing down your dress. you suddenly regretted the dress choice. you where now very aware of how the yellow dress pooled around your thighs and slightly clung to your chest. Anakin seemed extremely aware of the assets the dress highlighted too.

you tried to ignore his staring, focusing on chewing and swallowing the pear slices but the staring was becoming extremely hard to ignore. finally you turn to him and tell him sternly. “stop staring at me Anakin.” You say firmly. he suppresses a grin and shifts closer. “why?” he asks, as if he’s daring you. daring you to do what? your are not sure. “because your young, a young boy’s shouldn’t look at princesses like that.” you rebut, hoping it will stop him.

“I’m not a boy, I’m a man” his voice now sounding a little deeper than before hand. “No, you are not.” “so your saying if I was older you would let me stare?” he grins slightly, shifting closer once again.

“no… that’s not what—your impossible Skywalker.” you try to sound stern and mean but he sees past the act. he grins wider and tilts his head to the side, before he can say something sarcastic or flirty you interrupt. “you’re also arrogant” you shoot back. he doesn’t say anything, just continues to stare at you shamelessly as if he knows it better than any comeback he could say with words.

you scrunch your nose and your hand flys out to slap his arm but he catches it. “Do you always hit boys you like?” he asks, fingers tightening slightly around your wrist. your cheeks flush bright red and you try to pull away but he pulls you back. “I do not like you Anakin.” you say, your stern voice now completely ineffective. “Liar” he murmurs. your eyes dart to his lips for just a second, but it’s long enough for him to know that’s he’s won.

after years and years, he’s won.

he slowly tugs you closer by your wrist and once your close enough he drops it to then cup the back of your neck. you find yourself no longer resisting him and his seduction. his lips meet yours, a sweet honey mixing with mint. his hand slides up from your neck to thread through your loose curls, holding you close. he prepares for you to pull away and tell him to leave but you don’t. he rides out the kiss for as long as he can as if it might be the only chance he has to kiss you.

finally when he needs to inhale he pulls back. he stares at you, trying to hide how surprised he is. before he can say something clumsy or stupid you pull him back in for another kiss, a kiss that seals how much you actually want him.

his hand slides down from the back of your neck to your waist, feeling the embroidered details and beads on your yellow dress under his palm. your own hands began to wonder and explore—not in a lewd way, at first. your fingers feel his chest and stomach through his tunic—tracing firm and soft parts of his abdomen. he groans into the kiss, the sound startling you at first.

you pull back and stare at him before he whispers softly with a sheepish smile. “that felt good” he admits, the cocky persona dropped. you nod and continue to kiss him and let your hands wonder and explore his body. his hands slide down to the small of your back and slowly guides you to sit on his lap—the action coax another groan from him. his hands are now on your hips, testing the waters of what your comfortable doing. you lean into his touch, he holds back the inner child in him that’s begging the scream “kriff yeah!” and instead he slowly slides his hand up your dresses skirt.

you pull away, placing your hands on his chest to push him back slightly. “I don’t think… I don’t want that yet” you whisper softly. he pulls his hand out of your dresses skirt and nods. “okay, what do you want?” Anakin asks back in response. you think momentarily before deciding. “I like being on your lap…” you whisper before slowly rocking your hips. his eyes widen in realisation and before he nods quickly in agreement. “okay, same” he agrees

he starts to slowly help you rock and grind yourself against him, he begins to grow swollen and large under you. the feeling of his stiffness against your sensitive bud was heavenly. “that feels so good, oh star” you sigh softly. his arms wrap around your back when you set a good pace on your own. “y-yeah… mhm” his voice cracks slightly as he uses all of his strength not to explode.

he was trying his absolute hardest not to blow this. blow this opportunity to impress the girl of his dreams and possibly even make her feel good. he strains slightly, his large hands dig into your back. “kriff… sorry, this just feels really good” he groans. you whimper and nod your head. “I’m getting close ani”

he used to hate when you called him ani. it was such a horribly childish nickname. It made him feel like he was a tiny boy and not the man that he wanted so desperately to be. suddenly he loves it when you call him ani. it’s so incredibly sweet and seductive coming from your mouth. he smashed his lips against yours once again, this time with more heat and need. his hips buck up against you through his pants and your cotton panties. “Please, say it again” he asks, begs. you pull back with a confusion on your face. “Ani, say ani again” he clarifies between groans.

“ani, this feels so good ani” you whisper to him. he groans and then he bury his face into the crook of your neck. inhaling the sweet scent of berries that clings to your hair. the friction of your mound against his stiffness is so intense. he feels himself getting to a very familiar edge. “m-m’lady… I’m, kriff, I’m going to come” he warns. you quicken the pace of your grinding. “m-me too ani”

his whole body tenses before the pressure explodes. his hips buck and jerk, a guttural sound slips out. the bucking of his hips is enough to push you other the edge yourself. the sensation is unbearably good, you hold your breath for what seems like an eternity as you rock and grind your hips, riding out the first climax someone else has given you. your fingers joints ache and hurt from griping his shoulder so tightly. as you both slowly stop moving and moaning you finally let go of his shoulders and his hands loosened their grip on your back.

he pulls his face away from your neck to stare at you. his eyes are wide but not nearly as wide as your eyes are. you pull back completely but remain on his lap. your in shock at how fast this all happened, how fast the situation escalated to the both of you having a shared orgasm. it felt so right.

“this—this can’t happen again.”

“it won’t angel”

xoxo polka

[polkadotloser]

mdni .•*

• Anakin Skywalker • Anakin Skywalker fluff • Anakin Skywalker ansty • dream • force bond • Anakin cries • soft smut?? • 20-21 year old Anakin • soul mates • yearning • grief • cried while writing • can’t proof read cause I’m sobbing haha </3

Anakin Skywalker had been having these dreams, prophecies? each night he falls asleep in his bed or halfway through meditation he has these terribly painful dreams. he closes his eyes and drift asleep. he wakes up in a dark void and hears a girl crying for him or calling his name.

he walks through the freezing cold void for what seems like an eternity before he sees her. you. your on the ground with your legs lucked under you. you look up at him and call out for him, your face is streaked in tears. he runs to you, though every step feels incredibly heavy and slow. every single dream he tells himself that he’ll put all his effort to get to you in time but no matter how much ‘effort’ his dream self puts in just as his hand reaches yours you simply disappear. he wakes up after those dreams shaking and gasping. tonight after a long day of training he lays in bed—waiting the inevitable of falling asleep and experiencing the horrible dream.

he finds himself in a dream but not that familiar dream. he’s sitting on a sunbathed balcony, light blinds him momentarily and heat buzzes on his skin. as he gains full awareness in the dream he hears a voice. it’s barley audible and hard to make out but one thing is clear. it’s you. he looks down and sees you laid across his lap in a flowing white dress that looks around your thighs. your hair is tangles and a little messy applying that he had been running his hands through it. though he can’t remember doing so.

he looks to your face. your face covered in miss placed freckles and more darker beauty marks and eyes a striking blue under the sun. your speaking, your lips move and he can see the slight unevenness of your front teeth that make you look so… real. your talking and despite all his harsher dreams in the past where your voice has been crystal clear, in this dream he can barley make out what your saying. he stares at you before you finally look up at him.

you smile softly. “there you are” you reach a hand up to gently trace his jaw, finger tip running back and forth. “what…” his voice just below a whisper. you smile knowingly.

he closes his eyes momentarily, half because he’s savouring the feeling and half because the sun is making his vision bubbly and hazy. he lets you stroke and trace his jaw and then neck. he’s not sure how long it has been but you slowly shift and sit up. he opens his eyes. “My sweet Anakin” your murmur. he doesn’t understand what that means ‘my sweet Anakin’ but his soul does. you lean in and press your lips against his. the kiss holds no lust or hunger. it is warm, soft and slow. after a moment of being stunned at how real it all feels he kisses back. your hands slide down from his jaw and then his chest. hands lingering as they trace his stomach through his shirt before running down to his belt.

“I’ve been waiting for you” you whisper, voice still hazy and dreamy to Anakin. he gasps softly as he begin to unbuckle his belt. “It feels like an eternity waiting to touch you” you whisper. “then touch me” his voice trembles. “don’t wake up—stay with me, okay?” you ask softly. he nods. “I promise. I won’t” he whispers before kissing you and continuing the soft and slow kiss.

your fingers slipped into his trousers before your fingers brushed against his growing arousal. this is perfect and so strangely familiar but suddenly the light grows harshly and the perfect world begins to shift.

“Wait no, don’t stop—please” he whispers as if they could continue and finish this perfect moment in a matter of seconds that grow less coherent and more hazy. his arms wrap around your back, fingers digging into your soft back as if holding tightly onto you will stop you from disappearing. his vision is nonexistent and he can no longer feel you in his arms but he hears one thing.

“I love you ani”

he wakes up and there’s already tears streaming down his face. he chokes and coughs, his hand reaches up to grasp at his chest. he feels like the love of his life has been ripped away from him and he’s only dreamed of her a handful of times. his whole body aches to have her in his arms again, to feel his fingers in your soft flesh and your hands slipping into his pants. he collapses back onto his pillow and immediately wraps his arms around his pillow, trying to imitate the feeling of you in his arms.

it’s not the same.

[polkadotloser]

mdni .•’*

Anakin Skywalker alphabet

(my interpretation of the boyish episode || ani)

A – Aftercare: What are they like after sex? Affectionate? Distant? Clingy?

he is very very clingy in my personal opinion. I imagine him clinging onto her and possibly staying inside her—not out of a cockwarming kink but purely because it makes him feel connected. I have a feeling he checks in—worried he might of done something wrong or you didn’t like it.

B – Body part: What’s their favorite body part on their partner?

ok so, I think that ani likes to say “her lips” or “her eyes” because it’s mostly true and sounds extra romantic but he’s only a sucker for breasts. small, big, medium. it’s not even a sexual thing (some of the time) because he merely think they are just beautiful.

C – Cum: Where do they like to finish? How messy are they?

I imagine Anakin as a cowgirl/missionary kinda guy. so it depends. when she’s on top he’ll climax all over his twitching stomach muscles and when he’s on top he will climax on her stomach. I personally don’t think he would cum on a girls face (at least one he really likes) because it feels ‘degrading’ or ‘disrespectful’ (but if she showed that she was okay with it, he wouldn’t argue)

D – Dirty secret: What’s something spicy they secretly fantasize about?

I feel if he is going for someone a little older (padme) or someone who sees him a little boy his ultimate fantasy is having that girl tell him how ‘manly’ or ‘mature’ he is. not out of ego but so he feels he’s enough for her.

E – Experience:

mmm, no. he doesn’t have much experience. maybe a few kisses or even heavy patting but besides from that he doesn’t really. when it comes to having a relationship when he does have intimacy i imagine him as very eager—like any hormonal guy. in the beginning of the relationship he’ll be very shy or nervous about sex but once he gets confirmation by his partner that she wants it, it’s game on.

F – Favourite position: What’s their go-to position or kink?

like I said either missionary or cowgirl. though I think he is often very tired or sore from a mission or training so he likes to lay back and watch the girl he loves feel good on him.

G – Goofy: Can they laugh during sex or are they serious?

I think he likes to pretend to people that he’s all mature and serious but during sex with someone he loves or a girlfriend he’s very much all smile and giggles if either him or her messes up. (Though he’s quick to stroke her hair if she messed up and encourages her to “keep going”)

H – Hair: Do they care about body hair—on themselves or others?

I think for himself he still has hair but he’s trimmed. he’s happy to compromise if his partner wants him to grow it out or shave more—it’s not super important what his hair looks like. on the other end I think when it comes to hair on his partner he likes trimmed. if it completely bald or bushy he won’t complain but he prefers trimmed curls. bald feels artificial and bushy can be scratchy. as for leg hair I think he prefers smooth shaven but if shes a few days late to shave and it’s prickly—or a little over grown it’s not a turn off.

I – Intimacy: What makes them feel closest to their partner?

I think being held close. hands in hair, bodies flush and soft kisses. even in non sexual situations, it makes him feel extremely close to his partner.

J – Jack off: Do they touch themselves often? Do they think about their partner when they do?

oh brotha. I think because he’s nineteen and usually disciplined in other parts of life he loves to burn off some steam. humping his pillow, rubbing or stroking himself. depends what his day was like. when it comes to thinking of his partner he never thinking of her in a degrading or overly crude way. usually just the gentle/propionate curve of her hips or brushing her hair back to expose her neck. though saying that he is definitely still a hormonal ‘teen’ so sometimes his mind wonders to dirtier places.

K – Kinks: What are their top 3 kinks?

1. Having his braid tugged (lightly)

2. Leaving love bites on his partners chest or shoulders

3. hearing his partner call him a nickname like ani or so on

L – Location: Favorite place to get it on (besides the bedroom)?

in a quite romantic place. a field, balcony or in the under a shady tree. there aren’t much other places to do so and even though he likes his own bed and the idea of sharing an intimate moment with his partner in his bed, if he was caught in the Jedi temple with a girl it would be devastating.

M – Moan: Are they loud? Do they try to hold it in?

in the beginning when he’s trying to seem all manly and experienced he’ll do everything to hold back every sound but when she gives him a funny look or insists she wants him too (or he’s just with someone he really trusts) he’s a mess of groans and even whimpers.

N – No: what is a hard limit for them?

i think degrading of himself or of her. he wants to feel validated or special so being called ‘bad’ or being told ‘is that all you’ve got’ when he’s giving it his all can crush him. he also won’t degrade her (heavily at least) because he respects her too much. things like ‘aww poor ani’ in a condescending tone from his partner can be a bit hot but nothing passed that. 

O – Oral: Giving or receiving? How do they feel about it?

he likes oral but usually he just likes her to lick or suck softly, making her cry or gag doesn’t fully appeal to him. he does thrust into her mouth a little but never to the point of her gagging or struggling. I think he’s not a total muncher, YET. I think when his teenage urges to just ‘go at it’ will slow down in time and he will grow to appreciate more thorough. not that he can’t get his girl wet with some murmured words, a make out and some heavy patting.

P – Pace: Fast and rough or slow and sensual?

in the beginning he’s very slow and carful but as the hormones and need for more sets in his slow thrusts turn into quick grinds. I think the only time he goes hard enough to be considered rough is after a long day or a built up of need. when he only goes fast if he’s on top of his partner, he burys his face into her neck or hair when he does it. he even bear hugs her when his arms are too tired to keep himself up.

Q – Quickie: Yes or no? When and where?

I think he much prefers more special and ‘time spotting, no rush’ intimacy but when he’s very worked up or in a rush he’s loves a good quickie. he’s very excited and infatuated with his partner so he does cum quickly easily (haha). I imagine this happening before she has to sneak out of his room or when he sees her in a dress that looks particularly eye catching.

R – Risk: Are they into public play or getting caught?

no sadly. I think that if he wasn’t a padawan he would love gropes in public or making out in the market but if anyone saw and told his master he would be in a world of trouble. the furthest he goes with the public/risk of getting caught is when he sneaks you into his room in the Jedi temple. though the idea of having his tongue in your mouth in the middle of the market and seeing a guy jealously watch as he kisses such a pretty girl.

S – Stamina: How many rounds can they go? How long do they last?

without pulling out or taking a break I imagine him lasting 5-7 ish minutes. when he pulls out occasionally to calm down or he and his partner pauses for a few seconds he can last probably 15. when he’s only lasting around 5 minutes he can probably go 2-3 rounds but with each round he gets sloppier and more sensitive (poor ani)

T – Toys: Do they use toys? Which ones?

I can’t imagine a young jedi owning any toys for himself and I don’t think he likes the idea of something else pleasing his partner. I don’t think so. the closes he uses to a toy is just lube haha.

U – Unusual: What’s something unexpected that turns them on?

seeing his partner use a lightsaber. grunting, sweating and swinging the buzzing weapon does things to Anakin. I don’t really think it’s a ‘dom scary thing’ that turns him on because I think he could also find it really attractive if she’s struggling or being clumsy. just seeing her try something he loves so much is… idk.

V – Volume: Are they loud in bed? What do they sound like?

“ah!” or “ahhh” that’s all I’m gonna say (just look at the noises he makes when he’s in pain)

W – Wild card: Random spicy headcanon of your choice!

he feels SO guilty and pervy doing this but sometimes he might use the force to make her dress skirt lift up a little or to brush her hair away from her neck. he feels so guilty after, he knows it’s really wrong and he doesn’t do it again.

X – X-Rated: What kind of dirty talk do they use, if any?

I imagine it’s all praise. “you’re so so pretty” or “oh maker… your j-just so perfect”. he doesn’t say it to impress her or to swoon her, he says it because he can’t really help it. it simply spills out and he gets this urge to tell his lover how perfect they look, sound and feel. if he doesn’t he feels like he’s doing them an injustice.

Y – Yearning: How do they act when they’re really turned on but can’t have their partner?

terrible. wether it’s his crush or his partner and he can’t have them he YEARNS. like close to tears and stomach in terrible knots kind of yearning. if it’s a crush that he can’t have or he’s on a mission and hasn’t seen his partner in days or even weeks it sometimes does drive him to to hug his pillow tightly and sniffle.

Z – Zzz: How quickly do they fall asleep after? Do they cuddle?

sleepy ani :-(

he’s so tired and exhausted after drawn out intimacy. he collapses on you or you collapse on him and it’s lights out. he falls asleep murmuring after and sleepy whispers. I imagine that half way through a sweet or praising compliment or check in that he did alright before you can even respond he’s snoring away… (oh my Shayla.)

xoxo polka

(Anyone want a Stephen one?)

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• Anakin sky-walker • Anakin x reader • anakin skywalker x reader • soft!anakin • small age gap • 19yo Anakin • one-sided crush turns mutual • first kiss • baby doll lingerie • Anakin yearns • hints at a more erotic part two • ani is horny and afraid • force is NOT helping him out with this one haha • soft smut?? • not proof read sryyy

from the moment you learned how to speak everyone on planet naboon new you would be special. you had always been so bright and well spoken. the attention that had been drawn on you had only intensified as you grew into not just a smart young lady but a beautiful young lady. the planet naboon all thought of you as the picture of grace and kindness.

as a young kid Anakin Skywalker wasn’t offered to train as a Jedi. he’s almost perfect at what he does. controlling the force and using a lightsaber. he’s sure in a few years time he can become a master himself even defeat the dark side.

though all of Anakins good qualities go out the window when he’s around you. he turns into a cheesy, nervous mess. doing anything and everything to impress you and get you to look his way. though you always laugh and call him ‘so cute and funny’. he knows deep down you still see him as the little boy you would play on the fields with. he’s determined to be more than that. to be a man. from as young as he can remember he had been completely infatuated with you and your smile. it had started pretty innocent when he was a young boy and slowly vested into something more intense.

when he was 8 when he first met you and you where 11. he looked up to you because you where so much cooler and mature. he never went past clinging to your leg or begging you to play space battles with him.

now on the present he’s 19 and your 21. he was basically a dog for you now. he started to get pathetic wet dreams about you straddling his lap and telling him how ‘mature’ and ‘manly’ he was, two things he definitely wasn’t at 19 but wanted so badly to be. for you. he got raging hard ons every time he saw you at a party or when your family’s had dinner. it was very confronting to say the least. over the 8 wholes years that he’s known you his crush never faulted, only ever growing and bubbling. he would never even dare to think of making a move on someone like you.

at least that’s what he thought until tonight.

you had showed up to the small party in a silk backless dress—a mixture of lavender and a soft cyan. he felt all of his feelings bubble up impossibly high. like if he spoke they might spill out of his lips. he stayed almost completely silent the whole alone conversation you and he had out on your parents balcony. you looked out to the lake and talked about the process you where going through to become a senator. usually he would be dopeyly smiling at how smart you sounded right now but he wasn’t. no.

instead he was staring. your shoulders, your spine, the gentle curve of your behind and your breasts. he’s had never yearned or ached for something so badly in his whole life. not to be a real Jedi or a master—even to defeat the dark side. his hands gripped the balconies stone railing hard. suddenly your voice snaps him out of it.

“Are you even listening, Ani?” You glanced back at him playfully over your shoulder—and Maker help him, your dress shifted with the motion, revealing even more of your back. He doesn’t answer. Can’t. Instead, he takes a slow step toward you. Then another. You blink a little confused at the sudden closeness.

“Anakin…?”

his large hand reached up to your cheek, his thumb brushed against your cheek bone. he eyes flickered down to your lips. soft and pink. your top lip thinner than your bottom with a perfect cupids bow while your bottom lip is heavier. giving you this permanently perfect pouty look. he gulps so hard that even you can hear. before you can ask him what he’s doing he presses his lips against your lips.

you tasted like the strawberry tint on your lips and warmth. his hand slides down to cup your jaw, wiry fingers swallowing your left jaw completely. it’s actually happening! Anakin thinks. you pulled your strawberry flavoured lips away from his abruptly. he goes to kiss you again but you pull even further away. his eyes open and he sees you looking up at him with frowned brows. all of his confidence melts away and he suddenly wish he could melt away too. had he completely miss read the situation? considering he was a teenage boy he figured so.

“I think we need to talk after the party…” you whisper, taking another step away from him. he looks so shameful, like a little kid who’s been confronted for stealing cookies. he nods his head, not daring to say a word so he doesn’t make the situation even worse. “I’ll be in my room.”

“o-okay…” he mumbles before you rush back into the house and up to your room. great.

he waits 2 hours and a half for the party to end. in those two hours the knot of guilt and fear built up in his stomach. he had completely forgotten to ask if he was allowed to kiss you, was he a bad kisser? did you still see him as ‘funny little ani”? as the end of the party neared he dreaded meeting you in your bedroom. would you yell at him? call him perverted or disgusting? oh maker.

each step up your parents large stair case got increasingly more difficult. not out of weakness or exhaustion but pure fear. would you call him a disgusting pervert or hate him forever? the hallway went on forever and he almost wished that he could spent the rest of eternity walking an endless hallway then have the conversation he’s about to have with you. he eventually reaches your door and slowly he turns the door khob and pushes the door open.

"I-look... that was a... a mistake, I don't know what... l.. was..." his voice trails off from the panicked self explanatory rant when he sees you in the state that you're in.

you lay on your large silk sheet cladded bed. moonlight and the stars shine through your open curtains to cast an eerily angelic glow across your body. your hair is taken out of its perfect style—soft curls spill down your shoulders and reach your lower back. his eyes flicker to your body that’s wrapped in a sheer baby doll slip, barely brushing her thighs, with thin straps that fall off you’re shoulders too easily. It’s backless, just like that balcony dress, showing off the delicate arch of your spine. it’s a soft lavender with a small satin ribbon between the two silk cups that hold up your small perky chest.

he had imagined you like this hundreds of times. alone at night when his heat ached, when he saw you in fitted dress or he merely needed something to day dream off.

anakin can’t breathe. he makes a few pathetic attempts inhale but it’s no use. is this some sort of dream? or test? his most dirty and shameful fantasies suddenly right in-front of him. his mouth hangs open and the pure fear of you hating him for the kiss dies. the force buzzes in his ear and vibrates through his veins. this can’t be real. this is a mistake. you had simply forgotten about the agreement to talk, right? after a full minute of silence he whispers. “I shouldn’t be here… I’m uh—uhm.. I’m—I’m gonna, gonna go” he mumbles as he rushes for the door.

you speak up and stop him dead in his tracks. you tilt your head to the the side, making the moonlight catch your twinkling down eyes. “Ani.” You call out softly, so softly thats its painful. “I didn’t ask you to leave.” You murmur softly. he hated being called ani by you. it made him feel like he’s was just a little boy to you but now it was it favourite thing to be called, especially by you. the sound of you whispering the sweet nickname in such context and wearing… that, it changes his perspective on the nickname entirely. it takes him a moment to process what you’ve said but when he does it hits him like a blow.

“you’re not… your not playing with me, are you?” He asks. though the question isn’t an interrogation or a mean assumption. it’s cracked desperation, like he can’t believe that someone like you would want to be seen like by someone like him. “because… I’m not sure if I could survive if you where”

“I’m not ani…”

xoxo polka

any suggestions for what to add in part two Are welcome ;-)

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hii sweet lovies

I’m polka and I love writing! this acc will be mostly writing about celeb crushes because at the end of the day I am weak. to learn more go here

I’m very open and will do your request!!

• I won’t do any ddlg (unless it’s legal in story) :<

• I won’t do any r*pe :< (open to dubcon)

• I won’t do any sexual gore :<

I’m looking forward to writing and hopefully getting requests, fingers crossed!! :-)

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sub!Stephen • soft!boy • shy!Stephen • obsessed!Stephen • unknowing!Reader • scent kink • solo smut, steamy but sweet • he stole your lotion and had a religious experience • jerking it in a cubicle but it’s poetic :p not proof read ofc haha

Stephen glass had been watching you since you started working at New Republic. you walked around in soft cardigans and your hair done in soft curls. so sweet and kind—pretty too. he had also taken notice of the hand cream you apply regularly between jotting or typing. you’d open the cap and squeeze a generous amount of white lotion onto your palm before cupping your slender hands together. slowly but thoroughly rubbing the lotion into your palms, making them look and feel even softer. your hands feel slick and make the softest of squelching noises before the hand lotion was rubbed in completely.

fuuuck.

Stephen was never ever the type to steal. he was always so rule abiding—he stole your hand lotion but only for a few minutes. his hands shook the whole time he casually walked past your empty desk and slides the small tube of lotion up his sleeve before rushing to the bathroom and locking himself inside of a cubicle. he sits down on the closed toilet seat. he slowly pulls the tube out of his sleeve and reads the writing on the bottle. Bath & Body Works “Country Apple” the small cream bottle reads, a dreamy picture of apples stuck to the front. he bites down on his bottom lip—feeling both guilt from stealing but excitement.

slowly he unscrews the plastic, golden cap before bringing it up to his nose. the smell of fresh apples and dewy greens fill his senses and if he’s not mistaken he picks up on a hint of vanilla. he sighs deeply and closes his eyes as he smells the lotion over and over again. he wonders what it would smell like mixed with the natural scent of your soft palms and slender fingers. he wets his lips with his tongue before slowly tipping the tube down to his own palm. he is very careful to only squeeze a small amount of the buttery lotion onto his hand, nervous that you’ll be able to tell some is missing from the small bottle. it feels luxuriously smooth and no hint of stickiness or greasiness. he slowly tilts his hand to watch the lotion slide around but only for a short moment. after testing the weight and smoothness he placed his other hand on top of his hand.

he slowly lathers his hands in the moisturising lotion. his hands feel so soft despite the few callouses. he can’t even begin to imagine how perfectly soft your hands feel covered in this liquid heaven. he lolls his head back as he rubs the country apple scented lotion into his hand, the action feeling incredibly sensual for one reason only. it’s your lotion, not his or borrowed from a different coworker. yours.

he brings one slick palm to his nose and the other to his belt buckle. he inhaled the scent deeply, smelling the apples in drawn out sniffs. his fingers slip slightly against his cold belt buckle but after a few seconds of struggle he unbuckles it. he exhales before his hand unzips his slacks and reaches into them and then his boxers.

he gasps when he feels his hand on his member, the slick lotion is heavenly compared to the spit or lube he would usually use. “Just… just a little more.” he whispers under his breath before his free hand squeezes a generous amount of this liquid heaven onto his heat, forgetting his initial worries about you noticing lotion missing from the tube. he chokes when he feels the smooth lotion slide down his length before hitting his fist that was wrapped firmly around his base.

he knows deep down that the right thing to do is stop, return the lotion and forget about this moment of ache but her scent is clinging to his fingers and it would be cruel to ignore his arousal—right? he scrunches his brows slightly and looks down at his member through his glasses before slowly giving it a stroke. “mmph…” he groans, though it sounds closer to a whimper.

it’s your lotion. yours. the lotion that lingers on your fingers when you collect papers or staple documents—when you touch yourself. he imagines your apple scented fingers running over your perked nipples or tracing patterns on your thigh before you dive in and make yourself feel good. he wants so desperately to be the one to make you feel good. his occasional strokes now have a set pace, he lets out another noise that is now unmistakably a whimper. he throws his head back against the cubicles concrete wall, the quick action makes his glasses askew on his nose.

right now in this moment it isn’t his hands pleasuring himself. it’s you. it’s your soft hands as you whisper into his ear. it feels so incredibly real with the scent of you filling the small space. he can practically hear you whispering into his ear, “I bet you’d be so good if I asked you to touch yourself for me.” he chokes on his breath and his firm gets tighter on his throbbing heat. “Are you pretending I’m sitting on your lap right now? Helping you?” your voice is so sweet and coaxing despite being all in his head. “I know you can’t help it sweetie. I’d fall apart for you too.” he begins to thrust desperately into his hand.

“It’s okay… I’m here, and I need this just as much as you do.” and just like that he’s spilling all over his hand. his mouth hanging open in a silent ‘o’ and his hips twitching. his free hand flys up to brace himself on the left cubical wall, his fingers grabbing at the flat surface as if he’s expecting it to be your hip or thigh. it takes everything in him not to let out a cry or groan. he felt so empty as he sinks into the closed toilet seat, his chest rising and falling rapidly under his tie and button up. it wasn’t the release, it was you. all you. he bits down on his bottom lip and lolls his head down lazily to look at the mess he’s made all over his palm.

he needs to stop by bath and body works after work.

xoxo, polka dot