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a/n: Love mature Anakin!! Mwah!

𐙚 Anakin Skywalker x Fem Reader 𐙚 18+ MDNI

Summary: Military DILF hookup.

Warnings/contains: switch! male, switch! fem, modern au, military Sergeant, overstimulation, alcohol consumption, older man au, reader is early 20s, Anakin is in his late 40s, one night stand, choking, proof read!-- but english is not my first language!

Word Count: 2k // More on my Master list! + follow & reblog pls

“So, I’m guessing you’re fairly important.”

The man shrugged his broad shoulders as you ran your fingers over the colored bars on his uniform. He straightened out the cuffs, “You could say that.” He took off his cap and took the seat beside you. “I’ll admit, part of me has been waiting for you to brag about your branch.”

“Branch? I’m Airforce as well.” You squinted as did he. “Sure, I’m behind a desk but my job is very important.” You placed your glass onto the bar and let your head rest on your hand.

“Really? And what might that be?” He called the bartender over with two fingers.

“Write down coordinates. Important ones.”

“If you’ll excuse me, Miss. Rum and coke please.” He turned back to you, “Important?”

You nodded along, “Who do you think helps you land?”

He settled a pack of cigarettes on the bar from his pocket, “Me?” The man let out a deep laugh.

“What’s so funny?” You took another sip of your drink.

“You said you help me land, I found that funny.” You waited for him to explain. “I don’t fly with a headset, Miss.”

You pointed at him, “Now, that’s funny.” You bushed off his humor. The Master Sergeant was silent with a small smile as the bartender settled his drink on a napkin. “You’re serious?” He nodded proudly. “You could kill somebody!”

“No, I don’t think so. Haven’t done it yet, baby.”

You scoffed, “That’s insane! Like actually! That’s not part of protocol. You could be---”

“Sometimes, you save more lives by not following protocol.” He said softly as he faced his drink, twisting his glass around the rim. His eyes flickered over to yours. “No harm, no foul.”

“Let me guess, fighter jet?” He nods once. “What’s your call sign?” The man lifted his glass and finished the drink.

“Skywalker.”

“A little on the nose, huh?”

The two shared a laugh, “My call sign is my last name.” He said when the air cleared.

“Well, your ancestors must’ve been creative.”

“I’d like to think so.”

ʚ ═══･୨ ꕤ ୧･═══ ɞ

After his second drink, he ordered a row of shots to share. You had wondered if he was celebrating something from how excited he looked while speaking to you. His right foot bounced on the footrest of the stool. His eyes followed your lips as they closed on the lip of the small shot glass. You tilted your head back quickly but to him, it lasted hours. He watched your eyes as they stared up at the ceiling, your throat moved when you swallowed the alcohol quickly. Maybe it was the volume of your hair, or the way your eyes sat half-lidded, or just the charisma you wooed him with him. As the night went on, you sat closer to him; so close, your hair settled on his uniform and your perfume was shared between you and him like a dessert.

“So what’s his name?” You asked as you sat beside him on the park bench. He held his cap between his hands and watched the water fountain enthusiastically spray in the night.

“Hm?” He turned to you. “His name? Who?” You wore his uniform jacket to keep warm, leaves from the tree above fell with every blow of the wind.

“In your wallet. The blonde boy.” You touched his pocket.

He took his wallet from his pocket and unfolded it. “Luke…” He unfolded it once more. “And Leia. Twins.” The man turned to you, his eyes rather glossy from the alcohol. “If that’s something you don’t like, I understand.”

“A man with kids? I don’t mind.” He didn’t show it, but your answer surprised him. Not only are you young, but you are also stunning. Unbelievably so, almost pageant-like. “What is it?”

“Nothing…just…how old are you? If you don’t mind me asking, Miss.”

You smirked; your fingers played with his soft brown curls. “Young.” He knew that. It was clear. As you touched him, he played into your hand. “May I know your rank?”

“My rank would get you in trouble.” He said before lighting a cigarette between his lips.

“I’d say, Master Sergeant.”

He blew smoke away from your face and nodded. “You know when you do that,” He squinted, looking past you. “It’s creepy.” You pushed his shoulder before leaning on it. The man took fallen leaves from your hair and finished his cigarette.

“I read the inside of your uniform…Master Sergeant Anakin Skywalker…” You whispered in his ear. He chuckled at the soft feeling of your breath on his skin, your hands on his skin. With a glare on your exposed thighs, Anakin planted a hand on your ass. The two of you breathed closely to each other’s lips; his grip tight, and yours possessive, your shoe came down on his fallen cigarette and pressed the fire out.

“For the fourth time tonight…what’s your name?” He brought your leg across his lap, a mix of alcohol, cigarette smoke and cologne stuck to his collar. Your lips stuck to his skin, suckling softly until you left your mark, Lipstick smears on his collar and skin.

“Why do you want to know?”

“So I know who to write in my disorderly activities report.” He smiled and pushed hair behind your ear.

“[Y/N][L/N]. Once you’re done, shove it up y---” His lips pressed onto yours. A flutter started in your stomach as your skirt rolled up and his hand gripped on your ass tighter. Anakin pulled you onto his lap, your neck in the crook of his arm, his muscles were comfortable as you gave him your weight.

“Will you come home with me?”

“How do I know you’re not going to kill me?”

“You’ll have to trust me.” You sighed as he brought you lower to expose more of your neck. His lips embraced your neck gently as he adjusted your skirt. Your hard nipples pressed against your dress and on him. Anakin brought your body tightly against his before helping you stand. Once more, he adjusted the wrinkles in your dress. “I want to fuck you.” He placed his hat on your head, “But if it’s not your style for the first night…I understand, Miss.” He kissed your forehead and stood back to admire.

He knows how handsome he is as well as he knows how much his influence can have on women such as yourself. You looked like royalty, or some form of it. Simply blessed to be in your presence is how he felt. But to strip your body, ravish you, be inside of you…that’s a gift he could never repay.

Sure, he’s older. You could see the few grey hairs lapped into his brown curls; that smug, knowing smirk that older men wore, the showcase of time on his skin—although rather kind to him… “I…lied about something. I’m not in the military anymore. I left last year.”

As you stood under the rays of the lamp post in the quiet park with him, Anakin knew there was only one ideal future for him, and it was with you. “I figured.” When you fell into his arms, kissing his temples with gentle and sensual breaths, he carried you towards the busy street to find a cab.

By the end of the cab ride, he had taken out the rest of the leaves from your hair and took most of the lipstick off you and instead on the sensitive skin of his neck.

His home rest in a well-established neighborhood, wide streets and circle driveways. Your shoes in the tuck of his two fingers, you in his arms as he walked past the front door. He pushed it closed with his back and let you down onto the hardwood floors. A few lamps were on around the house; it appeared lived in and cozy. Your eyes went to the few car keys hanging by each other. “…the kids.” He whispered, leading you up the stairs. Down a hall, he led you into a dark bedroom and locked the door behind you.

He tucked his hands into the pockets of his slacks as you lay his jacket on the sofa across from the fireplace. You placed his hat back on his head, admiring the large room. Towards the back, elevated on a step, the bed he pictured you on all night rests. Anakin started the fireplace and followed you to the back of the room. “Only one side table?”

“One man.” He stood against you, his focus on your ass as it pressed back on his hips.

ʚ ═══･୨ ꕤ ୧･═══ ɞ

He lay back as you bounced your juicy pussy on him; your cunt tightly suctioned his cock. His trembling fingers went to your ass in an attempt to slow you down. If you kept going this way, he would cum again, and so soon? How embarrassing. “[Y/N] …baby…” He said through huffs, unable to keep himself from whimpering. You knew he was close but after what he did to you? It was only fair to fuck him right. Anakin was practically panting at this point so of course you decided to grind against him at a slow and passionate pace. “F- fuck me.” He bitterly hissed.

“I am, baby.” Your head fell back as you guided his cock right to your core. His fists squeezed closed, sheets in between his knuckles. “You like that?” He stiffly nodded as you rolled your hips, your hand plants on his lower stomach. “Yeah? You’re twitching like you need more, baby. Should I keep going?”

“Please…yes.” He groaned as you sped up again; his head pressed into the pillow beneath. Anakin raised up and hugged you tightly, his knees raised behind your thighs. “You want it? Take my cum, pretty girl.” He fucked you roughly, making you hug him tighter. His fat cock stretched your pussy with each stroke; in and out, each pass touching every wall inside of you.

“Anakin~” When he finally got you weak, Anakin turned you over on your back. Your head dangled off the bed as he leaned down onto you and suckled on your tit, a hand in your hair. You left your weight on the bed; moans echo off the tall ceilings. His cock felt so deliciously warm inside of you, his thumb found its way on your clit; his pressed with each pass inside of you. His kiss warm as well, wet and so painfully pleasurable.

“Such a good girl. Awww, did you cum?” You’d forgotten you were on top of him seconds ago, now, such a mess beneath him. “Yes, baby, I felt you cum on my cock. Do you want that again?” You nodded. He was too close, his hands too tight, his dick too perfect—it was so overwhelming.

“Y- yes…” He turned you over on your face and knees. Your nails dug and tore into the sheets as he tea bagged your pussy, fucking you into the bed.

“My cock is that good, hm?” He chuckled as you drooled on the sheet. You grumbled but were unable to argue. “You’re taking that fucking cock, aren’t you? This pretty pussy can handle it.” He rubbed his hand quickly on your clit.

“A- ah! Ah! Hmp!” He kissed your back.

“Aww, I’m sorry, baby. That feels so good,” He growled, “I know.”

“A- Anakin!”

He leaned over your back and whispered in your ear, his pink lips on your skin. “I’m going to eat your pussy after I cum inside of you.” You whined loudly, “Is that something you want, Baby?”

“Mhhh, yes.” You said through gasps.

“You want it deeper?” He grinds with your body, each stroke like a wave, into the pillow and back towards him. “Dammit, you’re tighter than a motherfucker.” He groaned; the muscles of his thighs and hips flexed as he gave into your pussy that pulled him in. He soaked his cock inside of you as you came together, his dick is balls deep to your core.

ʚ ═══･୨ ꕤ ୧･═══ ɞ

The morning came around and you were buried in the tuck of his arm, his face buried in your hair, turned your head and kissed his lips. He kept you there, taking a bite at your lip. When you turned over, the rays of sun embraced your skin warmly. “Good morning.” He placed kisses on your soft breasts.

“Good morning.” You whispered back to him.

a/n: Sorry I couldnt find many higher quality photos of the beautiful Dilf Hayden 💔. Thinking about a part 2...

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skywalkershootme · 4 months ago

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Hi:)!! I love your writing, but just wondering if ya'd do some dick Grayson smut, like with the sex pollen stuff just making him all needy,

Fem reader? Even nb reader o_O?

Like ur real good at writing man^_^.

And I mean if you'd add some of your own kinks? I'd love to see him acting like an lil whiner it's cute in a way, feels so odd to ask lmfao please laugh LMFAO 💔..

pretty bird

Summary: Dick gets hit by a new Poison Ivy pollen, and there's only one way, or rather one person, to get it out of his system.

Pairing: Dick Grayson x fem!reader

Warnings: 18+ SMUT - sex pollen but explicit consent is given, p in v, unprotected sex, creampie, thigh riding, praise/degradation, sub!dick, biting (lmk if i missed any)

Author's note: The fact that this took me over 3 months to finish is embarrassing and I'm sorry and please don't hate me and fuck how I love bottom Dick. I also fear that you can kind of see my kind of worryingly high ao3 screen time in between the lines, because I am not ashamed to admit it that omegaverse is one of man's best creations. Enjoy !!!!! No beta we die like Jason (Todd and/or Grace)

Word count: 2,4k

You wake up with a jolt. Somewhere, a door slams shut, but the noise comes from someplace a lot closer than you'd like when living in Blüdhaven. A string of soft curses float through your apartment, something falls and breaks, and by then you’re sat up atop your mattress, reaching for the knife Dick always insists you keep nearby. It could be him, it probably is, but since when does your acrobat make this much noise when coming back home in the middle of the night?

Dick stumbles through the doorway, one of his hands resting on the wall, seemingly to keep him upright. The lights of the city that bleed in through your bedroom window illuminate his face, and you know instantly that he’s been hit with something, whether that's a gas or some pollen, you’re not sure. His skin is glowing under a sheen of sweat, his cheeks flushed pink. He growls in frustration when a strand of inky black hair falls on his face and he pushes it away with a bit more force than necessary, chest heaving up and down with short and shallow breaths.

You push the blanket off your legs, ready to stand up and walk over to inspect him for any injuries, possibly force him to take a bath with you when a throaty whine makes you stop in your tracks. He shakes his head and you look at him with furrowed brows, tilting your head in confusion.

“Ivy hit us with a.. ah, a pollen. Bruce sent me home right after, but that was before…before the effects showed up.” He rests his head against the doorframe, eyes squeezed shut. He swipes his tongue over his lips, the pink muscle heavy in his mouth which went dry the second he spotted you on that bed, waiting for him.

“What effects, exactly?” You ask him, the little crease of displeasure between your brows that Dick has a habit of soothing over with his thumb making an appearance. You cross your arms on your chest, both to show off your worry and to protect your body from the chill of the bedroom. “Are you in pain?”

As if on cue, another wave of something hits him and he lets his head fall back, his Adam's apple bobbing before he lets out another one of his drawn out whines. The sight of him like that makes something turn inside your gut, a dull ache in between your legs making itself known. “In pain, yes. Just not in the way you might, fuck!..think.” He claws at his Nightwing suit, seemingly desperate to get it off his heated skin and that's when it clicks. Ivy, pollen, not letting you come near him, sweaty and flushed as if…

Dick Grayson is currently standing in the doorway to your room, desperate to get his dick inside you and fuck his brains out.

The sheer absurdity of the situation almost has you barking out a laugh, but it dies down in your throat when a soft plea leaves his lips, now slick with spit, reddish pink from his teeth abusing the soft flesh.

"There isn't an antidote for this. Not yet, anyway. 'N I was wondering if you'd maybe, shit, help me uh, get it out of my system? If you'd want, of course. 'S all good if not, sweetheart. Not really sure it'd be safe for you if I can't really, ngh, control myself."

His eyes stay locked on you, the usually light hues of blue tinted dark as the flush on his skin deepens, the worst of the pollen only starting to take effect. You don't say anything, but instead take a few quick steps towards him and before he has a chance to open his mouth to protest, you cup his cheek with your hand, other one laying flat on his chest. His heart is practically vibrating inside his ribcage from the sheer speed of it beating but that quickly leaves your mind at the absolutely obscene sound that leaves Dicks mouth at the feeling of your skin against his. It's a sob of pure relief mixed with agony because somehow even more blood pools at his groin, making him harder than he has ever been in his life. He turns his head and nuzzles his face into the palm of your hand, his heated lips nipping at your skin like flames of fire.

You coo at him, moving your hand up so you can run your fingers through his hair, now curly from the moisture of his skin. You grab a handful and gently pull his head back, letting your lips leave a trail of open mouthed kisses all over his jaw. His mouth has fallen open, spewing out soft pants and incoherent sounds.

"Wait, wait, baby," he hiccups softly, pulling away from you. "Don't know if m'gonna be able to control myself. Promise me that you'll tell me to stop if it gets too much 'n if I don't listen you'll punch me in the face?"

"Promise, Dickie." You nod, letting your other hand fall down to rest on his waist. You can feel the muscles of his core flex at your touch, and you gently drag the tips of your fingers through the divots of them. His eyes never leave yours and he's looking at you so earnestly, so devotedly it makes you feel sick for a moment. It's as if you are a god, a divine creature who has seized his ability to think, to breathe, and who he needs to guide him, tell him how to do the simplest things in case he even dares to think about doing them in a way you dislike.

You pull him down into a kiss, one slow, sweet and earnest. He has your face cradled in his hands, not daring to let them wonder in case it gets him punished later on. You gently guide him backwards with you, pulling him along by his hip, until the back of your legs meet the edge of the bed, and you fall back on it, pulling him with you. It's as if a switch has been flicked - the once languid and adoring kiss now turned messy, needy, desperate. His mouth is hot as it parts against your lips, tongues brushing against each other in an erotic dance. He tastes sweet, he always has, like honey and mint from the gum he seems to chew at any given moment.

He pulls away to catch his breath but somehow his hands have wandered under your shirt and are now tugging it over your head, throwing it over his shoulder. Your chest is bare in front of him, skin glinting under the light of the night, and he mewls, desperate. He brings his mouth down on your collarbone, leaving open mouthed kisses down until he reaches your breast, and before you can react, his sharp teeth have pressed down into the supple flesh. It hurts, and you keen off the bed with a soft cry.

He slides his tongue over the bite in a soothing manner, pressing a kiss on it as well. Despite the initial pain, by the fifth bite (which has your breasts positively red), your back is arching off the mattress for a different reason, and you're sure that if he'd try to slide your panties off, they'd stick to your cunt in the most obscene way possible.

Your insides are aching by now, desperate to be filled to the brim by his cock. You let him know by tugging on the top half of his Nightwing suit, pulling it over his shoulders. His hair is sticking up in every direction after that and you can't help but giggle, his lips silencing you with a playful kiss. He gets the lower half off by himself and is left just in his boxers, the visible tent in them making you unconsciously part your legs further.

Dick, however, decides that he needs something and he needs it now because another wave of pollen is tugging on his insides and the pain of it makes his stomach cramp up. He starts to slowly rut against your thigh, riding it like he has many times before as a punishment for being bratty. Each movement of his hips has him panting out soft ah! ah! ah! 's and his face is pressed against the crook of your neck, where he's desperately mouthing at the skin, drool soaking it up. You coo at him, masking the degrading terms of endearment under the guise of your sweet tone, but it's still just egging him on, and before he can realise that he's close, he's already come inside his boxers with a high pitched whine. His whole body shakes as the orgasm crashes over him in waves, and his arms give up, making him fall on top of you. You slide your arms over his bare back, pressing small kisses around his hairline.

"You did good, baby. So good for me, aren't you? Gonna fuck me now, pretty bird? Get your cock inside me, fuck yourself stupid 'til all the pollen is gone?"

He keens again, baring his neck to you in an act of submission. His head is fuzzy and he can't really understand what you're saying, but he heard "pretty bird" and "fuck" and suddenly his cock is all hard and leaky again, desperate to be surrounded by something warm and wet and tight. The pollen is making his skin itch unbearably and he needs you to bite him just like he bit you, marking you with pretty shapes and colours. You lean down and do just that, digging your canines right above his pulse point, sucking on the flesh until its angry and purple and so, so pretty, just like the man in front of you.

His body goes seemingly more lax at that, though his hips are still squirming. Somehow, you manage to tug your panties down and off your legs and you slide your fingers into his curls, harshly tugging on them to bring him back to the real world.

"Fuck me, Dickie." You purr, bringing him into a kiss. He can't seem to catch up with your pace, but his instincts speak for themselves, and although the kiss is way sloppier than it should be, all the happy noises he's making makes it worth it.

He cages you between his arms and you help him guide his tip to your opening, clenching around nothing but air. You hadn't noticed when exactly he'd gotten rid of his now soiled boxers but there's nothing exactly to complain about. Your arousal mixed with the cum thats covering the length of him make it easy for him to slide fully inside you with a single thrust, the feeling of so suddenly being filled to the brim punching all the air out of your lungs.

He starts fucking into you like a madman, incoherent whines and pleas and moans spilling from his swollen lips like wildfire. You can't understand anything, but you hold him close, pressing kisses on top of any strip of skin you can reach. "Good, birdie, just like- fuck! that. Fucking me so good, you're the best boy."

You wrap your legs around his, digging your heels into his thick thighs, letting your head fall back in bliss. You can feel a few droplets fall onto your skin and then trail down, and you can't help but giggle e. "Is my pussy so good that it's making you cry, baby? You're so pathetic, Dickie, it's embarrassing. Just look at you."

Your voice is sickly sweet in his ear and he just cries harder, cheeks burning red from embarrassment, but it's as if his body has a mind of its own, continuing to fuck into you like a dog, a dog in heat. He doesn't want to feel stupid and incompetent, and he hates the fact that you're laughing at him, making him feel like he isn't doing a job good enough, but despite your cruel jokes, you're choking on moans of your own, and he also knows by the wet sounds of your cunt that he's fucking you better than anyone ever has and anyone ever will.

He brings one of his hands between your two slick bodies and starts to rub aggressive and tight circles on your clit, eyes locked on you as your face scrunches up, mouth falling apart at the mind numbing pleasure. He knows you better than anyone, so when your muscles start to tense and the pitch of your moans is getting higher and higher, he knows you're close. He picks up the pace of his hips, the sound of skin slapping echoing all around the bedroom. One, two, three snaps and you're coming on his cock with a loud cry, body convulsing painfully. He follows you not even a moment later, coming in the tight heat of your stomach with a loud whine, his whole body shuddering. Despite your vision swimming, you let your hands wander all over his skin, pulling his shaky body to your chest, where you shower him with kisses, touches and soft praises.

"Good, good boy, birdie. You did good, fucked me so good. How are you feeling?"

He just, whines softly on your chest, looking up at you with glassy eyes, blinking owlishly. You pepper his face with tiny kisses until he comes back, and when you feel his nose scrunch up under your lips, you know he's with you once more.

"Talk to me, baby. Are you good? Do we need to go again?" You run your fingers through his hair, letting your nails scratch over his scalp. He leans into your touch and you're pretty sure that if he could, he'd be purring.

"M'okay, I think. At least for now. I feel good, but I can tell that it's not completely gone from my system. Might need to do another round later." His voice is scratchy, and you reach for the water bottle on your bedside table, making him drink half of it. He thanks you with a soft kiss and settles back down on your chest, arms curled around your body.

You can't help but smile at him, heart overflowing with affection. "We should take a shower, pretty bird. You're sticky and I'm sticky, and we could do another round there. That sound good?"

He perks up at the mention of showering together and you laugh, pulling him up with you.

"Come on, then. If you're good then I'll use my mouth on you."

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