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𝐓𝐡𝐞 𝐁𝐚𝐜𝐤𝐰𝐨𝐨𝐝𝐬 (𝐑𝐚𝐰𝐡𝐢𝐝𝐞)

a/n: Request is here! This was so fun to write and I think you can tell from the word count! Enjoy!! EDIT: (Only watched Life as a House bc of my moot, @hellokittyyloverrrr thank you love. Mwah.)

𐙚 James x Fem! x Sam 𐙚 || THREESOME || 18+ MDNI

Summary: The Kelly's spend the Fourth of July at your farm.

Warnings/contains: James Kelly is Sam Monroe's father, southern AU, cheating, threesome, public sex, raw sex, smut, p in v, oral sex (f +m rec), sexually experienced y/n, established relationship, Sam Monroe is 19, Y/n is 25-30, James is 40-45, LOTS of alcohol consumption, smoking etc, sexual situations, edging, dirty talk, humiliation kink, slight breeding kink, cucking and more.

Note: proof read but-- english is not my first language!

Word Count: 6.1k // More on my Master list! + follow & reblog pls

You held your hips as you spoke to your husband, seemingly an argument from where James stood. He leaned forward on the hood of his truck across the road. A cigarette between his lips as his knuckles rest in the tuck of his opposite hand. You looked annoyed as you raised something in his face. “…son of a fuckin’ bitch!” You yelled. Your husband pulled whatever it was from your hand and tucked it into his pocket. “I hate you!”

“Ya don’t hate me, woman! Get your ass in the house and stop makin’ a scene!”

“Fuck. You.” You said loud enough for the nosey neighbors to hear before raising a single middle finger.

James exhaled smoke as you climbed into your white truck and slammed the door shut. Your husband chased you down the lawn as you left the driveway with a screech of the tires. James waved towards you. “’Mornin’.” He called towards your husband who looked stressed as usual.

The man sighed, “G’mornin’, Kelly.” You sped off with the wind in your hair before pushing a CD into the player.

“How’s the Missus?” He asked with a smirk while lighting another cigarette.

The two met in the middle of the paved road, “Paranoid per usual.” Your husband sighed and watched the truck swerve around the corner and disappear from sight.

“Is that so?” James took a deep inhale before chuckling, “’Bout time God laid this problem to rest, ain’t it?” Your husband jokingly tapped his watch. “How ‘bout I talk to ‘er?” James smirked, a prideful look on his face while your husband scratched his dark hair.

“I dunno. She’s a bit wild, you know that.” James thought of your sun kissed complexion and untamed hair; those fierce, large brown eyes that seemed to capture the little details of any man; that slick mouth that could gather a girl in seconds.

“One of ‘em rawhide girls, sure is.” James nodded and looked at the house across the street, “M’guessin’ she’s at the mart.” An eyebrow raised as he tilted his head.

“Mhm, talkin’ up her lil’ friends.” James took the keys from his pocket and unlocked his truck door, “Hey,” James stopped in his tracks and turned, “Thank you, Kelly.”

“It’s my pleasure.” He gave a thoughtful look before driving towards town where you likely were. He took his time cruising as he thought of your attitude. Your husband couldn’t handle it most days, but James could. You were quick at the mouth, your words dangerous and rude at times but he loved every part of you. James liked to say you were ‘A whole lotta woman’: body, mind and words alike.

He parked outside of the mart and waited by the ice cooler. When you left the mart, your attention was drawn to the man who smelled of Marlboro reds and engine oil. “James.” You acknowledged him before slowly approaching. “What’d’ya want?” Your accent iced your fast words.

“Y’know why I’m here.” He smiled to your dismay and offered you a cigarette. You weren’t one to turn down free Marlboro reds. You placed the cigarette between your full, red lips and bent down some for him to light the end, “Yer givin’ that old man silver hair.”

You always found it entertaining when James made fun of the age difference between you and your husband. “He’s only 50-somethin''. He can take it.” You shrugged.

“Clearly…” He sarcastically remarked as his eyes flickered down to your breasts as they strained in that white cropped shirt.

“If ya’ came here to calm me down, yer’ late.”

“Really?” You nodded as you exhaled, “I don’t believe you.” He said softly while you looked past him.

“Think I give a shit?” Your attitude that you tried your best to contain, rose once more.

The man groaned as he hugged your waist with one arm as he guided you away from the doors of the mart, “What happened back there?” He lingered for a few moments, his hand on your back as his chest found comfort on your pillowy breasts.

“He came home at nine-fifty last night when his shift ended at eight!” James pulled away and drew from his burning cigarette when you raised your voice. “I know that fucker is cheatin’ on me again! I ain’t no fool, Kelly. I been sayin’ he’s got me bent!” You pointed an accusing finger as if directing your anger at James.

“You really think that?” His voice was happier than it should’ve been upon hearing such incredible news! Well, incredible for him.

“Fuck, yes.” You spat bitterly with a toss of your dark hair.

“Well, he’s insane for cheating.” James muttered as his eyes fell your curves. Even at eight in the morning, you looked stunning. Eyeliner, that he could swear you slept in, stained around your large, brown eyes. One of your husband’s ball caps rests on your head as you lit another one of his cigarettes. A pair of daisy dukes around your hips, the waist band folded over and unbuttoned to make space for your hips. “You should leave him.” You turned your attention back to James.

“Leave him?” A pause. You broke into laughter, holding your own hip. “I can’t leave him, James.”

“Why not? He’s cheatin’.”

“I love ‘em too much to leave. I’ll jus’ get my lick somehow.” You smirked; raspberry red lips stained by your favorite lipstick. James rubbed the back of his neck as you climbed back into your truck. He rests his arms on the open window.

You’d known James for only a few years. Him and his son, Sam, live across the way from you and have grown accustomed to your company. His son was what you’d call ‘a disrespectful, son of Lucifer’ or when you were feeling kind, ‘Lil’ perv.’ Sam kept to himself aside from when his father would rent him out to you for hours at a time. Whether it was working on your farm with the animals or house chores, he’d groan but complete each task given to him.

This weekend would be the fourth of July, and with you being the best baker in town alongside having the largest property, you’d been given many requests to host the celebration. Naturally, James became one of those many people, “So…can I come?”

“Come to what?”

“C’mon, woman, don’t make me look a fool.” You laughed in his face, holding your steering wheel.

“Alright, you can come. Bring that lil’ perv too.” James wore a large grin on his handsome face. Not only would he be given the chance to ogle your figure for a whole night, but he’d get to witness any drama that’s likely unfold between you and your husband and get the chance--- “Yer’ on beer duty. Bring a few cases and not that Busch light shit. This is a Stella Artois household.” He did a fake salute before you took his pack of cigarettes from his hand, “Thanks, baby.”

The man watched as you peeled off towards your house, likely to have some make-up sex with your husband or preoccupy yourself before the next argument. He ran a hand through his dark hair before his attention as caught by a familiar laugh. James tucked his hands into his pockets and walked around the side of the mart. There, Sam sat on the curb with an unfamiliar person, trading back and forth a joint. “Samuel.”

The boy looked up, squinting through furrowed eyebrows. James was close to grabbing him by the collar but held back. Sam stood and wiped his hands on his shirt. “Wanna keep it?” His friend offered the joint to Sam.

“Fuck off.” He murmured before climbing into his Father’s truck. James wiped sweat off his brow and stared down his son, “Grounded. I know, I know, ok?”

“Two weeks.”

“Two weeks?! I'm nineteen!” He groaned as his father started the car and drove back home. “That’s fucked.”

“Stop swearin’! Y’know what’s fucked? You bein’ a lowlife behind the damn corner store!”

The young man watched the fields beyond the window, homes and livestock littered the lot. “There’s nothin’ to do in this fuckin’ town!”

“You watch your damn words, boy. I don’t want to hear you switchin’ at the mouth again.” He took a breath and gripped the steering wheel tighter. “We’re goin’ to the L/n’s for the fourth of July.”

“I don’t want to.” He grunted, “…yer’ gonna make me anyway so whatever.” He slammed the car door shut and made his way up the porch steps.

“Damn right I will.” Sam found his housekeys and his father paused to feel the atmosphere for a moment. “Sam?”

“Yes?” He looked over his shoulder, the screen door between the two.

“No more bullshittin’.”

It took everything within the young man not to roll his eyes, “Sure.”

James held two cases of beer and Sam carried a small box of something be refused to show his father. The two approached your house through the open front door, the scent of smoked barbeque, cigarettes, and grass filled the air. Warm toned lights lit up the inside as well as the outside of the home. The sound of a few kids playing by the far stable, their laughs and giggles were drowned out by music, adults laughing and rushing wind. The Texas sun sat low in the sky, ready to take a dip below the sky within the hour.

James placed the beers on the back porch and began greeting a few neighbors. It didn’t take long before he found you, leaning on the white fence near the grill as your husband flipped ribs. A bottle in your left hand and a lipstick-stained cigarette between your fingers.

*For your attire, reference the header photo.*

Your arms went over your husbands’ shoulders as you smirked, “Welcome, Studs.” Your eyes switched between the father in a faded, black ‘Don’t mess with Texas’ shirt and black cowboy boots and his son in something identical.

As your husband spoke to the two, exchanging pleasantries and catching up, the two were clearly distracted by your body in the form-fitting short overalls. A catholic cross rest between your breasts from a gold necklace. “…yeah.” James loosely followed what your husband was saying as his eyes switched to you every few seconds.

Dark hair cascaded over your shoulders and left eye as you spoke, “I’m gonna get another beer.” James watched as you left; The way your overalls hung open by a zipper, putting your ample cleavage on full display, made his cock twitch in his pants. The shorts hugged your wide hips and the curve of your ass, showing off your shapely legs.

You watched as a few of the older kids placed the beer he brought into the coolers and took one from the very bottom. James couldn't keep his eyes from drifting down to your exposed chest, his gaze lingering on the swell of your breasts. He imagined leaning down and burying his face in your cleavage, motorboating your tits until he couldn't breathe.

“U-uhm,” Sam stuttered as your hips switched with every strut; your ass round and distracting.

James placed a hand on his son’s shoulder, “Samuel.” For a moment, the two froze as you smiled their way. The corners of your red lips lifted as the breeze blew through the dark strands of hair. “Sam, go keep yourself busy. Don't cause trouble, ya heard?"

Sam rolled his eyes, a habit that was becoming all too common. "Yeah, yeah," he muttered, trudging off with the box as his boots pressed in the soft grass. James watched Sam disappear into the crowded backyard, blending into the sea of people. He knew the sullen teenager would likely find a dark corner to hide in, probably with his headphones on, tuning out the festivities.

James stepped inside the house after he grabbed a cold beer from the cooler; he popped the cap off on the edge of the counter and took a long swig, relishing the cool liquid as it slid down his throat.��James felt a stirring in his jeans as he watched you move through the crowd, greeting guests with a warm smile and a friendly word; a few unique swears left your mouth as you gossiped with a few friends.

He looked down to adjust his appearance some and in his view, a pair of dusty red cowgirl boots rest on either side of his. James turned his head up, the sweet scent of your perfume mingled with the smoky barbeque and cigarettes. “Need anythin’, Kelly?” He took another swig of his beer, his tongue darting out to lick the stray droplets from his lips.

“’M good for now, Darlin’.” He drawled; his voice low as you spoke closely. “I’ll be sure to come to you if I do.”

“Don’t hesitate. Yer’ ma’ guest after all.” He could feel his pulse quicken, sure that his erection could touch your leg if you moved any closer. You looked like a vision tonight, and he felt the urge to lap your legs up on the counter and spread you like a full course meal.

But he restrained himself. You’re in a house full of people from towns over and it’d be beyond inappropriate. He reached up and tucked a strand of dark hair behind your ear. “This hair all yours?” He wasn’t a stranger to you country girls and your love for extensions: Bigger, the better. But when it came to you, he could never tell.

“Belongs to me if I paid for it.”

“Ain’t wrong.” You smiled. “I got a request. Anything stronger than beer I could drink? I know you got a cellar.” His hand came up to rest on the counter beside your hip, caging you in slightly. The heat of his palm seeped through the thin fabric of your shorts, making your skin prickle with goosebumps. “Now, don’t lie, pretty girl.” You tapped your chin before slipping your hand into the tuck of his waistband. “Careful.” He said softly as you brought him closer to you in the room full of unassuming neighbors.

He was close enough now that you could see the flecks of gold in his blue eyes, could count the dark lashes that framed them. Close enough to see the sheen of sweat on his brow, the way his hair curled slightly at his hairline. He was a rugged, masculine sight, and you felt a sudden flush of heat between your thighs. “What kinda drink are you lookin’ to sip?”

“Whisky, neat.”

“Brown liquor?” He nods once. “Aged for how long?” He only smiled before he finished off the rest of his beer in one long swig before setting the empty bottle down on the counter with a clunk.

James reached out and took your hand, his calloused fingers intertwining with your softer ones. He gave a gentle tug, pulling you towards the side door. "Go on, sweetheart. I’m right behind.”

As you both stepped out into the warm summer evening, the sounds of cicadas and laughter weren’t far behind. James followed close behind you; his eyes glued to the gentle sway of your hips as you walked. The denim of your cutoffs hugged those beautiful curves like a second skin, and he could see the way the muscles of your ass flexed with each step. He felt a twitch in his jeans, his cock starting to stir to life stiffly.

As you descended the creaky wooden steps into the cool, dark cellar, James reached out and placed two hands on your hips, his fingers splaying across the soft denim details. He pulled you back against his chest, fitting your curves to the ridges of his body.

"Careful now," he murmured, his breath hot against your ear. "Wouldn't want ya to trip in the dark."

“What a gentleman.” You could feel the heat radiating off him, could smell the musky scent of his skin, tinged with cigarette smoke and beer. It was intoxicating to say the least. You managed to pull yourself from him and raise a large switch. The large cellar was soon lit by rows of warm, industrial brightness. “My husband’s ‘retirement fund.”

“Well, I wanna taste of what’s his.” He said as your hands wrapped around a bottle of Sir Davis bourbon. Red nails dragged along the top of the cap as you stared up at him with Whisky colored eyes.

“James…”

From behind a shelf aisle, Sam tussled his dark hair with a joint between his fingertips. He adjusted the denim jacket over his shoulders and froze upon seeing you and his father. His face went pale, cheeks slightly pinked. “…am I in trouble?”

“What’re’ya doing in here, boy?” James asked and stepped out from behind your curves.

Sam stuttered for a moment as he slipped the joint into his pocket. “Hell, I was-” He shrugged, “Organizing.”

“Organizing? Lil’ perv, I haven’t had you organize my cellar since December.” Sam sucked his teeth after you spoke. He wasn’t sure how he ended up in here after a few hits from the joint, but he could feel the clear tension in the air. He couldn’t tell if it was directed at him or not---

“I- I didn’t know anyone else was down here.” The young man bit his lip as he tried his hardest to pull his eyes from the model of a woman that stood with a bottle of whisky in her hands. “Just needed a minute alone.”

James snapped his fingers, “Ya had ya minute---”

“Wanna see somethin’ cool?” You asked Sam with a smile. His eyes switched between his father’s annoyed expression to your alluring one. He nodded at you.

James's brows furrowed as he turned his glare onto you, his grip on your hips tightening possessively. "[Y/n]." he warned, his tone low. "Don't go gettin' any ideas about my kid. He doesn't need to be learnin' any of your tricks."

“My tricks?” You laughed and held a hand over your bosom. “Lighten up, Jameson.” You purred and turned back to Sam with a warm smile. He drew closer to the island in the middle of the cellar. “See this here, boy?” You held up the bottle for him to see. Due to the aging, the bottle’s label was worn, some parts unreadable.

“Yes, Ma’am, I do.” Sam swallowed hard, his eyes flicking between you and his Father. He could see the way James was looking at you, could feel the tension crackling in the air between you both.

You opened a drawer behind you and took a drink smoker, aged orange peels and a few pieces of wood. “[Y/n].” James growled, “Ain’t sure this is a good idea.”

“What?” You shrugged and looked at Sam, “You’ve drank before. You let ‘em drink beer.”

“That’s different.” James snapped. He could care less about his son tasting the whisky. James wanted you to himself in this cellar! How did he even get down here?

Sam watched as you smoked wood chips and the orange peel into the drink to enhance the flavors. “I’m gonna drink it, Dad.” He said sure of himself as you poured three glasses. The two watched as you raised your glass and let the amber liquor slosh around in the glass.

The scent of the alcohol was strong in their noses as they both took a glass. The strong scent burned the inside of Sam’s nose as he inhaled the orange, and cherry wood undertones. “Cheers.” You said sweetly as you held up your glass for a toast.

The three glasses came together for a crystal ‘clink’. In the light of the cellar, Sam hesitated before taking a few sips. Each one sweeter than the last. James threw back the bit of alcohol and placed the glass down. “Fuck.” He hissed and glared at you. James, thought og ushering his boy upstairs and leaving you be like a good neighbor and father, and letting things be…but you made it impossible with that smile, those chestnut-colored eyes…

An hour later, you leaned on the wooden island, maybe on your fourth glass. James slumped against the wall beside you; his eyes bleary as he tried to focus on your blurry form beside him. You were laughing, a high, tinkling sound that echoed off the stone walls and mingled with the pounding of his ears. Sam was still there to James’s dismay, his pale face flushed, and his eyes glazed over, a stupid grin plastered on his face as he listened to your chatter.

James's tongue felt thick and heavy in his mouth as he tried to form words, to tell you to slow down, to be careful with his boy. But nothing came out right, his words slurring together into incoherent mumblings. He could feel a growing sense of uncertainty, a prickling at the back of his neck that told him this was a mistake, a huge fucking mistake.

He’d heard about you around the neighborhood. Before you got married, a Jezebel, a hussy, a minx, a slut--- the whole nine. He hadn’t cared too much until it came to his boy. James huffed. Well, Sam isn’t a little boy anymore. Sure, he’s nineteen but he still lives under his father’s roof. My roof. He ain’t goin’ to college anytime soon. Dammit, I’d miss him too much.

You beckoned Sam closer, the rattle of his spurs were heavy as he made his way over. You leaned close to Sam’s ear, your lips against the tanned skin while you giggled, whispering something. James tried his best to make it out but found it difficult with how loud his thoughts were. “[Y/n].” Your eyes flickered to James as your hand rest high on Sam’s thigh. Sam stared down at you with a mix of awe and fear, eyes wide.

“Yes, sir?”

“What’re’ya doin’?” He stepped closer to you; a hard rattle of his own spurs rang as he pushed you both apart.

“Showin’ him somethin’. Ain’t that right, Sam?” False innocence rang off your tongue.

Sam swallowed, his Adam’s apple bobbed in his throat, “Y- yes, Ma’am.” There was a tremor in his voice, barely noticeable as he held your hip.

“None of that.” James grumbled and pushed you both apart. You sighed and pulled off your husband’s trucker hat before tossing it onto the island countertop.

“He’s an adult.”

“You think I dunno that?” Your head tilted dramatically as you stared deeply at the man. “Don’t say nothin’ else.” He warned, pointing a finger at your chest. Your eyes lowered down the digit before you gently kissed the tip. Perhaps you really were a whole lotta woman, too much to handle at times. “Yer’ a slut.” You smiled, taking his finger into your mouth. You left your lipstick stains along his finger, hands on your knees.

Sam’s hand tightened on your hip once more as he watched your relaxed lips along his father’s forefinger. You pulled away and took the son’s belt buckle into your hand as you pulled him towards the back of the cellar. “…Dad.” Sam said breathlessly.

“Mhh, call for yer’ daddy.”

James cleared his throat. He couldn’t deny that you referring to him as ‘daddy’ made his cock jump in his pants. But this, this is indecent. He wanted you like no other. To take you to the floor and bury himself inside of your cunt until dawn but he couldn’t do this with his son right there! He stuttered your name before he managed out, “Y/n. C’mon, now. Yer’ husband’s lookin’ for ya. I’m sure of it.” He rubbed his neck.

You didn’t move from your place as Sam rest his lips on the soft skin of your neck; Instead, you reach for his father’s shirt and pulled him closer. “Kiss me.” Sweet as Louisiana bourbon, your voice rang in his head.

He placed two hands around your head, fingers sunk into the silky strands as he kissed your red lips. He melted onto your body as his whiskey breath mingled with yours. Your back pressed against a few rows of wine as the men pushed up on you. Sam fumbled with his buckle and with a sudden touch, your hand made its way into his jeans.

James’s tongue hungrily lapped at yours, his teeth took small bites of your bottom lip, messily consuming every kiss given. His fingertips pulled at the zipper to your overalls until your breasts left the confines of the denim.

His son's whimpers and moans filled the air as your hand worked feverishly over his cock, stroking and squeezing the hard flesh until Sam was bucking wildly into your touch. “You’re adorable.” You said though gasps as his father pulled you against his body, kissing your nipples.

Sam whined as he followed your expression. His whine dissolved into a low, drawn-out moan as your thumb swiped over the sensitive head of his cock, smearing the bead of precum that had leaked from the tip.

You placed a gentle hand on the back of James’s head, fingers sinking into his dark hair. James could feel his own cock throbbing almost painfully in the confines of his jeans, the denim straining against his aching erection. You pulled your hand from Sam’s cock for a moment and instead guided his head down to your left breast. “Oh wow…” You moaned as the two suckled and flicked their tongues on your nipples. Two is better than one.

"Fuck, your tits taste so fuckin’ good," Sam moaned around a mouthful of soft, pillowy flesh. He sucked harder, his teeth sinking into the tender skin as he bucked his hips in time with the strokes of your hand on his aching cock.

James dragged his tongue over the sensitive nipple before drawing it into his mouth, suckling greedily as his hand continued to knead and squeeze the plump flesh. The sensations of their hot mouths on your tits was enough to make you pant, your focus on their identical, cerulean eyes as they stared up at your dazed expression. Your body writhed between the two as they feasted, “Fuckin’ hell~” You whined dryly as your head hit the shelf.

“Got a lighter?” Your husband asked the man beside him as he crouched in the far pasture with the crowd of people. He offered the man his lighter and watched as the tail of the fuse spark. The few people pushed back as the firework shot towards the navy-blue sky. The sound was loud as it popped red, white and blue colors in the sky. “Alright, easy enough.”

“I’ve got more in the truck.” Your husband began to follow the man to the truck bed.

“Auntie, it sounds like guns!” A kid giggled, making play guns with his small fingers.

“It does, honey.” She nodded, pulling him along.

Your husband paused in the grass, hands on his hips, “Guns. Where’s that woman?” He pushed dark hair from his eyeline and squinted as he searched the crowd for your face.

You bent over an aging barrel, your hands on Sam’s hips as you sucked and slobbered on his cock. James could hear your muffled moans vibrating around Sam's thick cock as he buried his face between your shapely ass cheeks, his tongue delving deep into your dripping cunt. The taste of your sweetness flooded his senses, the slightly salty flavor of your sweat coated his tongue as he lapped and suckled at your slick folds.

Sam groaned, his fingers tangling in your dark hair as he fucked your face with short, sharp thrusts. "Fuck me…your throat is like velvet..."

James could only growl in response, the sound muffled against your fat ass as he feasted on your pussy like a man starved. He could feel your hips rocking back against his mouth, could hear your whimpers and cries growing louder and more desperate as he brought you closer to the edge. He slapped your ass firmly and watched as it reddened under his touch. “You like that, don’t ya’, rawhide?”

You groaned; saliva pooled on the top of the barrel and down your large breasts as you gagged on Sam’s shaft. “M- mhm~”

“Got a mouthful of dick now, don’t’cha, Rawhide?” James laughed as he unbuckled his jeans, boots apart in a firm pose. His throbbing erection had created a large stain of precum in his boxers. “Good girl.” He cooed as your pussy clenched with anticipation for his thick cock.

You whined as Sam filled your throat and kept your head against his crotch. You took deep inhales as your eyes watered. “It feels so good when you choke.” His eyes fell back in his head as you turned your head to the side. “Perfect…”

James held a handful of your ass and spreads your pussy some. He admired the sopping muscle as if it were calling his name. There was no doubt that your body had every curve he desired, he didn’t have time to doubt himself: if he could last in this juicy pussy or not. “You on the pill, rawhide?” You couldn’t get a ‘yes’ out as Sam smirked, bucking into your throat like a machine. James held himself in his own fist, guiding his cockhead along the folds of your hot pussy. He gripped your hips firmly and pushed one of your legs up to keep them spread.

Fireworks popped beyond the open cellar doors. Cheers and yells found their way inside the lower storage as you lay over the barrel.

With a heated thrust, James found his way inside of your pussy. Only half of his length rest inside of you as you whimpered, clinging to the wooden barrel. James started at a gentle pace; his eyes twitched from the feel of your perfect walls around his cock. Never had you been stretched like this, his cock like a punishment and a reward as he bucked his hips into your ass. James leaned over your back, his chest pressing against your sweat-slicked skin as he growled filthy words into your ear. "This fucking pussy belongs to me now, Rawhide.”

He punctuated his dark promise with a particularly hard thrust, grinding his pelvis against your ass as he buried himself as deep as physically possible. Your fingernails dug into the wood, creating sharp cuts along the mahogany. His shaft rubbed your g-spot as his cockhead roughly bucked against your cervix. “Don’t run from this dick, baby.” Your eyelids twitched as he spoke in your ear.

He could feel your velvet walls clenching and fluttering around his pistoning shaft, gripping him so kindly as he slammed into you again and again. James knew he was getting close, could feel the telltale tightening in his heavy balls, the way they drew up close to his body as his orgasm approached.

But he couldn’t cum. He wouldn’t because he refused to let you do the same.

He slowed his brutal thrusts, his hips rolling in a deep, grinding circle against your ass as he leaned down to growl in your ear. "No, rawhide.” You whimpered, your hard nipples brushing on the cold barrel. “Ya’ don't get to cum yet, ya’ filthy mare," James sneered, his voice a low, menacing rasp. "Not until I say you can." He reached around to roughly palm your breast, pinching and twisting your nipple hard enough to make you pull from Sam’s cock and cry out. “There you go, let me hear you.” He pulled your head back with a fistful of hair, his lips on your ear.

“M- mh! James~”

“It’s what ya’ wanted, right?” Your back arched with his thrusts; your pussy clenched in a futile attempt to slow his strokes. “Relax that pussy before I spank it.” You stuttered as you nodded. Dust and old bottles rattled and clattered from the force of his fucking, the nearby shelves creaking ominously. "Look at her, son," James growled, his voice ragged, "Look at this dirty slut, getting fucked like the whore she is." He punctuated his words with a particularly hard thrust, grinding his pelvis against your ass and forcing a sharp cry from your lips. "Getting’ used like a goddamn fuck toy, just like she was made for."

Sam stroked himself quickly as he watched your breasts bounce, your knees buckled, and your eyes fell back into your head. “Tell ‘em what you are, rawhide.”

“I- I’mma whore.” He could see your eyes rolling back, your tongue lolling out as you took the relentless pounding. The sight of you in such a state of desperate, cock-drunk bliss only turned the two on more.

“That’s right, baby.” James could feel his own release building, his balls drawing up tight as he fucked into your dripping cunt with short, sharp jabs. He was getting close, so fucking close, but he held back, determined to deny you the orgasm you were so desperately begging for. “Stop bein’ a pervert and finish this whore off.”

“Yes, sir.” Sam stumbled forward eagerly, gripping your hair and yanking your mouth onto his throbbing cock before you even had a chance to catch your breath. He hilted himself in your throat once more, his heavy balls slapping obscenely against your chin as he started to fuck your face with brutal thrusts. “I…I’m gonna cum.” Sam gasped out, his fingers tangling almost painfully in your hair as he forced you to take him to his dark bush.

You could only gargle as James took your wrists in his hands while you bent over. “Pretty little rawhide. You wanna cum, baby?”

A few whistles were followed by an arrangement of fireworks as they exploded beautiful colors into the sky. At the front of the house, a striped flag waved in the rough wind. Your husband sat on the side porch with a cigar as he listened to the sounds of your needy whimpers and moans.

James could see the desperate, almost feral look in your eyes as you nodded frantically, your throat working around Sam's pistoning cock. He could tell you were right on the edge, teetering on the brink of the most intense orgasm of your life. The way your velvet walls clenched around his deepening shaft told him everything he needed to know - this dirty girl was fucking gagging for it, absolutely aching to be allowed to cum.

"You keep fuckin’ that whore's throat, son. Don't you dare let her catch her breath." Sam groaned in response, gripping your head tighter as he tried to best to hold out his orgasm.

In an instant, James snarled in dark triumph as he felt your pussy clench and spasm around his pistoning cock, your release overtaking you despite his orders. You squirted sprays of your sweetness onto the floor of the cellar, your knees faltered under you, leaning on the men for support. “Like a fuckin’ bunny in heat...couldn’t keep from cummin’.”

“Why do you call her ‘rawhide’?” Sam asked before taking a swig or his beer.

They sat on the porch rocking chairs as the midnight breeze came in, “She’s a hard worker.”

a/n: will be my last threesome fic for a while. They are starting to enter my dreams...anyways, I hope you enjoyed! Thank you for reading.

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skywalkoverme · 9 days ago

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you’re such a good writer Princess bea!! I hope you see this. I just started reading your fics and I love them all. 🤭 i’m requesting Vader getting his face reconstructed to look like his old self 😓 no smut. i’m in DIRE NEED of some needy Ani-Vader Fluff plz 🤲

Princess?!?! THATS NEW WTF Thanks!!!?? And here you are!!!! Thanks for the request sweetie!!

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skywalkoverme · 9 days ago

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𝐖𝐢𝐭𝐡𝐨𝐮𝐭 𝐘𝐨𝐮

a/n: Request made by anon here! This was a fun concept babe. Thank you for sending it in. Mwah! (Didn't want to use a bloody face lol so torso it is.)

𐙚 Anakin Skywalker/Darth Vader x Wife Fem! Reader 𐙚

Summary: Vader's reconstruction surgery.

Warnings/contains: Fluff, angst, original AU, relationship dynamics, mentions of death/near-death, mentions of blood/gore, proof read-- english is not my first language!

Word Count: 1.3k // More soon on my Master list! + follow & reblog pls

Every step you took echoed in the empty halls. The train of your black dress swayed on the ground behind you. Nervously, you picked at the skin beneath your nails, not regarding the fresh manicure. Every breath you took was more stiff than the last; ‘in and out’ you reminded yourself as you stood outside of the medical bay. “…go inside.” You muttered to yourself.

73 Hours Before

You sat beside your husband, slowly feeding him as he faced the window. His eyes surveyed the planet beneath with cruel judgement in his eyes. You faced the opposite way, offering him a variety of fruits from the locals. “Here, honey.” He opened his mouth for your fingers. “Doctor Inu said it would be best for you to try the—”

“I…do not like…their food.” He said sternly through breaths.

“You like the fruit.”

“That’s different.” You stroked his cheek. He’s not fond of warm foods because it makes him feel rushed then disappointed when he can’t finish in an appropriate time. You knew this but every few weeks, you liked to offer. Your thumb ran over his skin; when you felt your eyes prick with tears, you always looked away. It would annoy him to see you cry over his condition-- “My right arm keeps stalling. It was hard to write yesterday.” His monotone words cut through your thoughts.

“I’ll tell the technician.” You lay your head on his shoulder and hold his waist from behind. He always felt neutral about your touches but today, he lay his hand on top of yours. “We are here by the fates, my dear. These Doctors mean well and soon you’ll—”

He shushed you and continued to watch the animals run in their herd on the field below. “Look.” He whispered. You watched with him as the foreign, strange and beautiful animals leaped over the small canals of water and rocks. The minutes ticked by and more animals passed, insects flew past the windows and his soldiers did their rounds around the home. “It’s…quiet.” You nodded, your eyes on his. “How long will we be here?”

“Two moons after your surgeries for proper recovery.” He nods once. Three soft knocks could be heard at the entrance to the bedroom. “I’ll speak to them.” He continued to face the window as he hid his face. You opened the door, your eyes were met with the head doctor of the facility and two nurses, “How can we help you?”

The head doctor smiled, “My Lady.” The three bowed and rose. “I wanted to inform you personally that the last of the emergency anesthetics has been delivered.”

“Thank you for letting me know.”

“May we confirm you and the Lord’s presence at 0800 tomorrow?”

You held the pendant of your necklace, “Yes, we will be there. Please be sure to keep the lights dimmed until he under the anesthesia and after the surgery.” They nodded in sync.

“O- of course, my lady! It’s in my notes.”

You dismissed them and stood in the corridor to observe your husband. Three years. Only three years have passed since you wed the Lord. The pendant around your neck rubbed against your fingers as you began to overthink the future. You wanted to be by his side throughout the entire surgery but even you couldn’t bear the thought of possibly losing him…and so soon. “…my pillow.” Vader looked around the bedroom for his favorite neck pillow. You went through the closet and found it before helping him lay back.

“You should really start keeping up with this thing.”

“It’s the help you hired.” He said gruffly, “They keep moving it.” You smiled and shook your head. “This is serious.”

“I’m sure it is, you grouch.” You lay beside him in bed and held his sides once more. His hand rose and planted on the top of your head. He gently pets you before laying back.

He would never admit it, but he feared death; more than anyone in the galaxy, he feared risks. Tomorrow’s surgery for his facial reconstruction has a risk of death. No greater risk than the other ones he has experienced over the course of the year but still…frightening. You could never place your finger on what it was that he felt. Never in a million years would you had guessed fear. Regardless, you soaked in the moments of affection he gave you; They were always short lived and quiet moments; now more than ever, you appreciated it.

Present

You let the sleeves of your dress fall as you stood outside the operating room. He wasn’t in there anymore, but you couldn’t bring yourself to walk past it and to his room. The nurses at the front desk watched your hesitation however they could never understand the predicament you were in.

You’d never seen his “first” face…of course you heard stories about who he used to be and descriptions of what he looked like, but it all became a blur in your mind; all mushed to one and rolled out.

“It’s room nine.”

“I know!” You spat bitterly at the nurse. She flinched from behind the desk and bowed her head. You didn’t mean to be rude…it wasn’t like you. “…as you were.”

You sighed deeply and bit your tongue, slowly walking into the dimly lit room. His hospital bed rests behind a sheer white curtain, the sound of machinery beeping filled the room. You shut the door behind you and stood on the opposite side of the curtain. You shut your eyes and listened to the sound of his exhales. “…thank the force.” You whispered.

“…[Y/N].” He called out softly with the sound of relief on his tongue. You drew back the curtain and stood beside him. A sad laugh erupted from your throat, “What is it?” You whimpered, holding your hands out to him, confused and unable to form a sentence. “[Y/N]?” His thoughts, and memories clouded by the anesthetics in his system.

“I’ I’m sorry.” Your eyes traced his delicate features… “May I?” He agreed and you lay on the hospital bed with him, your fingers lingered on his jaw, up to his nose…from his brow bone to his temple. His eyes narrowed and his lips pressed, “What is the matter?” You asked. You’re looking at him differently. The way your lips parted, and eyebrows were relaxed… your [E/C] eyes admired his in a warm, nearly sensual way.

“I…I don’t know.” He said breathily and held his forehead. His hand made a familiar creak sound when his fingers clutched.

You sighed and hugged his head to your chest. “I missed you.” Maybe it was because of his fear while being under the knife or something related, however, seeing your face, hearing your voice… he felt grateful. For the first time in years, he had a will to live, someone to live for. Your black lace dress drew up your hips, long [dark/light] hair created a veil over you and him as you enveloped him in your arms.

The corners of his mouth twitched.

You missed him. As in, you were thinking of him. Just the same as he was thinking of you. His skin felt the warmth of your bosom and pressed deeper onto you. Your hand held his shoulder, the other on the back of his neck. You didn’t mind the feel of his soft fingers as they clung to your sides, one hand on your left breast. Each of his exhales were released onto your skin as you straddled him.

As he looked into your eyes, he knew you felt something for him that he had yet to feel for you. Gleams filled your eyes as they pooled with tears. A certain restraint you once held released as he held you tighter. “I- I’m sorry…I didn’t mean to.” You wiped your face with two fingertips, dark kohl ran down your cheeks.

“Why are you sorry?”

‘For crying. You hate when I cry.’ You thought as he curiously tilted his head. “Nothing. Are you hungry? You may only have soft foods or liquids.” You muttered against his hair.

“…I could eat. But I’d prefer staying…like this.” He let out a small whine as his nose sunk between your breasts.

a/n: "The Backwoods" is still being edited so I'll post that request June 12th. Thx for the patience!

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skywalkoverme · 9 days ago

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GO BACK TO YOUR TAGLIST

Calm down.

Which one?

And if you mean my Anakin one, I likely won't because it's on a rotation lol. But if you want to be added, I don't mind adding a few people. Be kinder tho...

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skywalkoverme · 10 days ago

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𝐓𝐡𝐞 𝐁𝐚𝐜𝐤𝐰𝐨𝐨𝐝𝐬

a/n: here's a short sample from a request that i'll post soon. I was asked to make a southern fic that includes James as Sam's father! Might be the funniest (idk if thats a word) request I've gotten lol.

SAMPLE FIC

𐙚 James Kelly x Fem! Reader x Sam Monroe 𐙚 18+ MDNI

Summary: The Kelly's spend the Fourth of July at your farm.

FULL STORY HERE

His son was what you’d call ‘A disrespectful, son of Lucifer’ or when you were feeling kind, ‘Lil’ perv.’ Sam kept to himself aside from when his father would rent him out to you for hours at a time. Whether it was working on your farm with the animals or house chores.

“Come?”

“C’mon, woman, don’t make me look a fool.” You laughed in his face, holding your steering wheel.

“Alright, you can come. Bring that lil’ perv too.” James wore a large grin on his handsome face. Not only would he be given the chance to ogle your figure for a whole night, but he’d get to witness any drama that’s likely unfold between you and your husband. Maybe he'd get the chance to--- “You’re on beer duty. Bring a few cases and not that Busch light shit. This is a Stella Artois household.” He did a fake salute before you took his pack of cigarettes from his hand, “Thanks, baby.”

FULL STORY HERE

a/n: not from america but I've lived in the south for a while!! I think I understand the concept of yall's independence day lol. I fear I'm being type casted as a threesome fanfic writer (and I love it).

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skywalkoverme · 10 days ago

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Hello Beatrice I have an odd request. A few weeks ago you posted a fic and then deleted it. It was about Y/n being a Jedi/General and she’s from a diff planet. I believe Anakin had a crush on her but I didn’t get a chance to finish reading. Please please pleaseeee if you have it still, can you post it? Thank you!

Hi honey!! Here is the fic! I originally deleted this fic becuase I changed my narration style lol.

But I feel that you all will enjoy it anyway. Mwah!

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skywalkoverme · 10 days ago

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𝐆𝐫𝐨𝐰𝐢𝐧𝐠 𝐏𝐚𝐢𝐧𝐬

a/n: Request made by anon here! Enjoy! To answer the question again, I originally deleted this fic for unrelated complications... lol So here's another threesome!

𐙚 Anakin Skywalker x Fem! Reader x Obi-wan Kenobi𐙚 18+ MDNI

Summary: Anakin sneaks into your bedroom.

Warnings/contains: Original AU, Anakin is a pervert towards you, switch! fem, sub! male, secret relationships, threesome, raw sex, oral sex (f + m reciv), teasing, Reader is in her late 20s, Anakin is 18-20, Obi-wan is in his late-twenties. proof read-- english is not my first language!

Word Count: 3k // More soon on my Master list! + follow & reblog pls

“Looks like you did it again, Anakin.” You placed a hand on your hip, the other on the outside of the colossal ship. He folded his arms with confidence, a smug smirk on his face. “I must say, I am impressed. You’ll be a fine pilot” He basked in your praise, keeping a steady eye on your amused and proud expression.

He followed you as you turned on the hangar dock, “Yeah, yeah, keep it comin’.”

“I think that’s enough for today, Anakin.” You shake your head with a giggle. He wouldn’t say it aloud but that disappointed him. Why stop? Please! Keep going! He cleared his throat and kept up beside you.

You were different, in a beautiful way. On your planet, your height was normal; however, as you stood at 8’10, he couldn’t help but marvel at the simple fact. Let it be known; he was no stranger to creatures who were taller than him. It wasn’t just your height! You’re beautiful and everyone knew it. Your features! That hair! Those curves! And his favorite: your voice. Not only that, but you are also an amazing general of the 401st.

“One day, Anakin. You’ll be as decorated as your Master, Kenobi.” You leaned on a pillar casually, watching Obi-wan and the other Master’s speak. He folded his arms when you mentioned his master. Something in his gut had told him that you and his master had something going on, but he couldn’t prove it.

“Yeah, yeah. I know.” Even if he could prove it, it would risk not only his Master’s place as a Jedi on the council, but yours as well. Anakin touched your leg. “Master [Y/n], I’m not feeling too well after that landing~” He groaned and pretended to lose his balance.

“Oh, my. You poor thing.” He leaned on you and held your leg. “Are you dizzy?”

“I think so.” He moaned softly. “Should I go to the infirmary?”

“Not alone. I would feel guilty.” You sighed and picked him up. He hid his smirk, “Poor thing. I don’t trust those unnatural medicines anyway.” He knew you’d say that, you always do. “I’ll make a tea for you.” You carried him, walking towards your quarters. “How about some Chunmay, Munric and Cint?” You tapped your chin. “Yes, that should work.” He looked around as you led him into the room. Everything was slightly larger, from the seats to the tables, your hairbrush and dishes.

You found a smaller sized teacup for Anakin and mixed a few herbs before warming up some water. He sat on the couch, watching your behind as you kneeled. ‘Hmmm, thank the force for such beauty.’ Anakin thought as your loincloth held up around your hips. The spread of your ass shown from either side. You hummed to yourself before turning around. “Ah, thank you so much.” He said pathetically.

“You are welcome, Sweetie.” He took a few gulps from the teacup and set it aside. “Oh, you’re a fast one.” You placed a warm towel on his forehead.

“That was delicious, Master.” He moved closer to you until your thighs were pressed together on the couch. He stared up at you expectantly, a nervous smirk on his lips.

“What’s the matter?”

“N- nothing.” He played with his padawan braid before he placed his hand on your thigh.

“Are you sure? I think you’re getting dizzy again, Anakin.” ‘Perfect!’ he thought before pretending to faint on your lap. ‘God, her skin feels amazing. I wish I could soak between her thighs. I can picture it now~ Her oiled thighs around my cock~’ He thought as you brought him onto your lap. “Poor thing. He must be exhausted.” He kept his eyes shut as his head rests on your bosom.

After two knocks on the door, Obi-wan entered your quarters. He sighed deeply, “I know you don’t like locking your doors but at least keep a guard in here—” The man paused upon seeing his padawan on your lap. “What excuse has he made now?” Kenobi shook his head and poured himself a cup of the leftover tea.

“Tsk, don’t say that. It’s no excuse: he did a beautiful landing in the hangar. We lost an engine from a vulture droid, but he did great.” Anakin held back a moan as you brushed his cheek with your finger. “But the poor thing felt ill. He passed out.”

“Hm, I guess it might be serious.” Kenobi said with a hint of sarcasm. He could sense Anakin was very much awake. Your empathy, especially for smaller creatures often clouded your instincts. “Very serious. I should call in a doctor.”

“That isn’t necessary, Obi.” You lay Anakin down on the couch and walked towards the closet.

“You think so?” Obi-wan crouched beside Anakin and flicked his forehead. Anakin held his forehead and pressed his lips together. ‘Damn you, Obi-wan!’ “Mhhh, could be serious! I wouldn’t want my padawan blacking out on me.” The two glared at each other.

“Hm?” You sighed and took off your robe as you stood outside your closet. “I suggest you take him after he wakes up. He might be too heavy for you to carry.”

“Carry? I didn’t say anything about that.” Obi-wan smirked before flicking tea onto Anakin’s face. Anakin’s eyes shot open again, and his jaw was clenched. Obi-wan held his forefinger to his lips. “It’s ok, Dear, I can handle him. Just get dressed.” Upon hearing that, Anakin tried his best to raise off the couch to see your naked form, but was held down as Obi kept his hand on the boy’s chest.

“Obi-wan. Please!” He struggled to whisper.

“If you say so.” You said to Obi-wan. Your naked form wandered into deeper the closet.

“Please!” Anakin forced a whisper. “Let me see!”

Obi-wan rolled his eyes, “Looks like the sleepy prince is awake! Well, have a good day, Master [Y/n].”

From the closet, you shouted, “Oh! Bye-bye, Master Kenobi~! Bye Anakin!”

Obi-wan shut the door behind them both, “You’re lucky I don’t report you for these instances!”

“Like she said, I passed out!”

“Yeah? How’d you know she said that?”

“Oh…” Obi-wan pulled his padawan by the arm and lead him down the temples halls. “Look, I didn’t mean it! A- and I’ll apologize!”

“Anakin.” He straightened the young man out. “What’s the goal here? What is this all leading to?” Anakin couldn’t help but chuckle as he thought of all the things he would do if given the green light. Obi-wan tapped his foot.

“W- well…I was thinking…something involving her body and mine.” For a second his master was silent before bursting into laughter, “Hey! Don’t laugh! What’s so funny?!” The master walked away with a chuckle. Anakin ran after him. “Hey! What? Am I not her type?”

“There are many reasons why. But I should say: Jedi are forbidden from participating in relations—”

“Oh, don’t tell me you’re a virgin! That’s a lie!”

“I never said I was a virgin.” Obi-wan rolled his eyes as the two entered the mess hall. Although Obi-wan was referring to the several women in his past, Anakin could only think of you. ‘I have to ask!’ Anakin thought.

“So what? Are you two…you know…”

“You are asking if I am having intercourse with a fellow councilwoman and Jedi?” Anakin nodded. “What a strange question…” Obi-wan said with a smirk.

Later that night

Anakin paced around the outside of the temple, staring at statues and dipping his hand into every pond he passed, fountain water flowed onto his skin. The sky was a dark blue, sprinkled with stars; the chilly air bit his cheeks, and made him pink. “…why am I like this?” He asked himself. Such a pervert…if I weren’t a Jedi, I’d be scum. But oh my… He opened a hologram token from his palm. It was a short recording of you: laying on your side and speaking to someone in the distance. Your curves just nearly slipped from your traditional clothes, leaving little to the imagination. He sat on the stone fountain’s edge and rubbed himself through his robes. “…she is just so sexy…” He huffed, a desperate need for your lips rose within his core. Anakin shut his eyes and recalled your touch on his cheek, the feel of your thighs, the sound of your velvety, feminine voice. “A~ ahg~”

A whirling sound interrupted his fantasy. “What now?” Anakin quickly turned off the hologram and concealed it up his sleeve. I’m tired anyway. He shrugged and turned in towards his sleeping quarters. As he made his way down the hall, a distracting light shone under your door.

Well, he was more or so looking under your door into your room when he saw a light from the middle of the room. But that didn’t matter! What was this light? Why were you awake?! Are you with Obi-wan? He looked around to the best of his ability before sighing. “I shouldn’t.” He whispered to himself before resting his hand on the door handle.

If you were asleep, he would simply leave. If you were awake…well, that would make things much harder. “What if she left her lights on…by accident! Yes! I should help.” He began to breathe slower after coming to a resolve. “Yes…I’ll help her…”

Anakin twisted the door handle and snuck inside of your quarters. The light that was once on, now he sees as the closet light, shuts off. His heart began to race but he couldn’t fight the smile that crossed his face. This is so exciting! He tucked in a corner, hid by the shadows. The windows in your room were all open; rays of moonlight and other artificial sources met your white sheets, shining beautifully. But…where are you?

In the far corner of the room, a pair of long legs stretched from their position. Anakin’s chest felt like it might explode from the impacts of his heartbeat. His blue eyes glistened with joy as your form was revealed. You stood from your chair; white lace lingerie decorated your curves; around your hips and breasts, stockings that went up your knees clung to your form. He held his breath as you went about your night, a book in your fingertips. Two lightsabers decorated your---

Anakin frowned. Two? You aren’t a dual wielder! Upon this discovery, Anakin’s ears grew hot. He recognized that saber that didn’t belong to you. It was his Master’s! Obi-wan left your bathroom with a towel around his waist, water droplets down his beard, shoulders and torso. His wet hair looked darker than normal, maybe it was because of the shadows in the room. Obi-wan stopped before he could reach your bed, “My, you’re beautiful.”

I was gonna say that! Anakin thought, trying to keep his passionate energy low to stay under you or Obi’s radar.

“Too soon for another round?” You placed your book down. Round?! Another?! How many? Anakin’s thoughts swirled.

“Well,” Obi-wan looked around the room, holding up his towel. “I can’t seem to find my clothes…so I suppose.” You pulled Obi-wan by his towel. Anakin’s eyebrows wrinkled in confusion as he joined you in bed. How dare he?! Anakin was infatuated with you long before Obi’s fingers touched your skin…maybe. Even so! Obi-wan?! C’mon! What can he give you that Anakin can’t? “Give me a second.” Anakin squinted as Obi-wan told you to wait. Tsk! Anakin would never deny you like that! Just give him one chance. Maybe then he can prove it to you!

Obi-wan double checked his comms as well as yours, insuring they are turned off before he turned to you. A chuckle left your lips as your arms reached around from behind him, gently stroking his shaft in your soft hand. “M- mhh!” Obi-wan stifled his moans and clung to the sheets beneath him.

Anakin went stiff upon seeing his Master’s manhood for the first time. Maybe his Master did have something to offer you! Anakin’s hard cock brushed against his robes, his sensitive tip and the friction made him yelp. “Nghh~ uh!”

You and Obi-wan gasped and turned to the padawan with pink cheeks and an obvious bulge. Obi-wan quickly picked up his towel, covering your body. “What are you doing in here, Anakin?” He kept his voice low.

“I- I…the light!” He pointed to the closet.

You tilted your head, “What?”

“The light…it was on.” He muttered. The excuse sounded so much better in his head. What was he thinking?! Why! “I- I’m sorry.”

“Stay.” You whispered and gave Kenobi back his towel. Anakin tried to speak, tried to move but the sight of your nearly naked body made his head spin. Were you coming closer or was that his imagination? Hmm, no, you were coming closer. Your finger brushed his cheek so familiarly and before his body could register it, you had brought him onto the bed. He sat under his legs, focused on nothing but you. Obi-wan folded his arms. “What, Obi?”

“What are you doing, [Y/n]?” He asked firmly.

“Can’t he stay?” You pouted, your gentle fingers caressed Anakin’s lower stomach and the side of his face. The padawan wasn’t listening to the conversation held around him; soft moans left his lips as he guided your hand over his body.

“No. He may not. This is- We could get our titles stripped from us!”

“Well, it was going to happen, regardless of Anakin.”

“Are you defending him? Really? He’s a pervert.” Kenobi rolled his eyes.

Anakin snapped out of his deluded state—kind of. “I- I’m not.”

“He’s just curious, Ken. Please? Let him stay.” Anakin’s eyelids fluttered closed as he fell back onto your breasts. “He’s quite cute…no?”

“NO.” Kenobi spat back. You giggled as Anakin played with your curls, hugging your body tightly. “This is unbelievable. Do something, [Y/n].” You sighed and guided Kenobi back onto the bed. Anakin frowned upon seeing his Master get comfortable by your side.

“Listen, we all could get into a lot of trouble for this.” You muttered before moving Anakin to your other side. “Anakin? You must make a promise to me and Obi-wan.”

“Y- yeah~” His arms wrapped around your sides; drool pooled in his mouth as he stared at your happy trail. “What kinda promise?”

“That you won’t run off and tell anyone what you saw here tonight.” You quietly spoke, trying to raise his attention. Anakin nodded, licking his lips. “I think he understands, Ken.” You said proudly. Kenobi shook his head at the horny boy by your side. “Since you’re so unsure…we can get insurance.”

Your lover tilted his head as you kissed Anakin’s temple. He moaned, stealing a kiss from your lips with a quickness you hadn’t seen before. Your arms gently hugged the two, your fingers grazed their sides. Ken knew the influence your spirit had on others, especially men, but he never witnessed someone so love-drunk. Anakin hugged your skin tightly, a sneaky hand slipped between your thighs, grazing upward. Obi-wan’s mouth dropped slightly open, not expecting the sudden touch. Don’t leave him out. After all, he is your lover, not this inexperienced pervert!

“I- I don’t think we--” Before Ken could finish speaking, your hand found his shaft from under his towel. Your hand enveloped his cock, gently pumping him. A few breathy moans escaped his lips as you played with him; his eyes shifted to Anakin while he pried open your legs, his soft fingers circled your pussy. How impatient.

Obi-wan touched your arm, a quiet plea. You didn’t need to ask, you knew Ken loved your blowjobs. How messy, and persistent you were--- Anakin’s eyebrows furrowed as you got down on all fours in bed, forced to watch as your tongue ran up and down his Master’s cock. Ken lay back on your pillows, his legs spread.

Anakin’s attention was caught by your round ass perked up in the air. He tried to contain the squeal in his throat before rushing to the moonlit sight. His hands planted on your ass, gently playing with the soft jiggle; in an instant, he pulled your panties down. There it was~ The center of his desires. His blood was rushing, warm hands on your skin as he buried his face in your pussy. “O- oh~” You looked back at the boy, keeping a teasing finger on Ken’s tip. “Do you know what you are doing?”

“M- mhm!” He said, thinking back to any videos he might have watched that would help him. His face buried in your cunt once more, his tongue on the bulb of your clitoris. Anakin felt your and reach back onto his head, and push him deeper… This is a dream come true! He thought, making out with your pussy. He sucked on your clit, and kept your pussy spread with his gentle fingers.

Kenobi held a fistful of your hair, guiding your head up and down his cock. You lap your tongue down Kenobi’s shaft and to his balls, slurping on his manhood as his toes curled and his eyelids twitched.

a/n: Yeah I originally deleted it. I'll try not to do that again. I'll finish the other requests tomorrow. I'm travelling girls.

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skywalkoverme · 13 days ago

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James grunts as his back slams against the wooden headboard, his large, calloused hands finding your hips as you straddle his thighs.

He had no idea how the two of you ended up acting like a bunch of horny teenagers in the first place. He came home from work as per usual, took a shower, got changed, and once stepping out of the bathroom─you were pouncing on him like a starved tiger.

Though, he wasn't complaining.

"Been waiting all day," You kiss his jawline, tugging down his gray sweatpants.

James smirks, head tilting to the side. "All day, huh?" A shiver runs down his spine once his cock springs free, standing tall and hard.

"Uh-huh," You confirm, spitting down onto his cock as your hand began to work its way up and down his shaft.

Sucking in a sharp breath, his head tilts back, eyelids heavy. "Fuck.." He struggles out, hips bucking up for a little more friction.

You continued to fist his slick length for a few moments, noticing how he was fighting the urge to turn you both over and pound into you without a care in the world. But, you wanted to be in charge for a change.

James' eyes snaps open as he feels your tongue swirling over the head. Ass up, back arched, and eyes boring into his. "Oh, sweetheart," He sinks into the pillows, watching as your cheeks hollow by being filled with his huge dick.

His fingers find their way into your hair, occasionally nudging you down to take more.

"Nngh.." He whines, feeling his balls grow heavy as he was nearing release.

Picking up the pace with your head bouncing, you pull back as soon as he shoots his hot cum everywhere. The white, sticky residue landing on your nose, chin, and lips.

"Jesus Christ!" You giggle and sit up straight, licking your lips clean.

James' chest heaves with exhaustion, eyelids half-lidded as he admires the juices glistening over your skin. "Yeah, yeah, now I have to take another shower." He grumbles, playfully rolling his eyes.

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skywalkoverme · 14 days ago

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HAYDEN CHRISTENSEN Behind the scenes of Star Wars: Episode II - Attack of the Clones | Light & Magic - 2x02: There Must Be a Better Way (2025)

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skywalkoverme · 15 days ago

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𝐇𝐢𝐬 𝐏𝐮𝐩𝐩𝐞𝐭

a/n: I will finish this fic after I finish my requests. I watched some interviews and I'm starting to understand Vader a littleeeee more.

𐙚 Vader/Anakin x Fem! Reader 𐙚 18+ MDNI

Summary: Your wedding day.

Warnings/contains: male manipulator, emotional manipulation, sexual situations, public humiliation, multiple marriages, sexual teasing, Y/n is Anakin's wife, NOT proof read yet-- english is not my first language!

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His spreads your thighs in front of the wedding’s guests. His eyes on yours before he tucked his head under your large white dress. One of his hands interlaced with yours and the other on your right ankle as he caressed the heel. He kissed your inner thighs before dragging the garter down your leg by his teeth.

He held it proudly between his teeth as his group of groomsmen as well as a few guests cheered and whistled; He pulled you to your feet and anchored a hand around your throat. “I love you.”

“I---” Before you could say it back, he kissed your lips passionately, a shy smile on your lips before you pulled away to have a seat. Although it was your big day, shame washed over you as your family watched the tradition with stunned expressions. Before now, he rarely put you in humiliating or embarrassing predicaments. Perhaps it was the alcohol that gave him that confidence or maybe it was the fact that you didn’t know your husband that well but while he gently pets your face, that’s the last thing on your mind.

You’d only met him three months before the wedding, but he told you that you were “the one”. He couldn’t wait “any longer to love you”.

You’d changed into your second dress; it hugged your curves and reached the floor. Your veiling covered your heads as he danced with you. His nose pressed against yours as he held you tightly. “…very beautiful tonight…” You whispered a ‘thank you’. He drew the ring from your finger up and your heart began to jump. He twirled it for a moment, “…I’m only kidding…” The man chuckled and slid it back down. He stared at the tattoo you’d so willing got for him; it ran from the inside of your middle finger and to your wrist. “You’re perfect.”

“I am?”

“You are.” He said as the line shone through the lace designs, leaving intricate patterns over your skin. The Lord’s nose rubbed yours until he took your lips onto his in a breathtaking kiss.

You weren’t his first wife. Instead, his fifth. He saw you as a woodland creature of sorts, skittish, confused most of the time and filthy. He was lucky to find you; hidden in the wild sector, a princess of sorts. He didn’t remember the name of your family’s kingdom; couldn’t recall your last name(s) either, however, he couldn’t bear to have you out of his possession for another second.

a/n: Let me know if you want me to finish this story. I'll tag whoever lol.

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skywalkoverme · 16 days ago

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sinners - a vamp!ani fic

it’s been a while (I do still love Harry, just expanding my horizons hehe - as such this isn’t fully proofread (sorry in advance)

pls listen to I lied to you by miles caton from sinners (the soundtrack) as you read :)

rots!anakin x black femme (imagine pearline maybe?)

you skulked around the juke joint, the burgundy red satin of your dress clinging to every curve just right. preacher boy sam sung with a voice dripping treacle over his guitar and watching you sway along to melodies never before created was driving anakin insane.

to give context, anakin was relatively new to town, curious and wanting to learn so here he finds himself. this place he thinks, teeming with supernatural rumblings and the sweaty bodies of those oblivious to what was brewing

but he could feel it, feel the wind turning, the soil under floorboards stirring and then anakin skywalker looks up into your crimson eyes

glowing, twinkling with a gleam of something ever so slightly sinister

he can’t tell what it is and lord knows he’s never been one to listen.

so he follows you….

into the middle of the dance floor, hands slipping easily into the sweet spot between your waist and hips from behind you

you sweep long curly hair over your shoulder and reach up to hold the tall brunette’s neck as the both of you sway

sammie on the guitar joins slim on stage by the piano and the entire building disintegrates as the music ramps up, not one person is stood still as glowering embers begin to catch a fire spreads

‘you sure you should be here sugar?’ your sweet voice croons over the music

anakin is rarely ever left speechless but when you turn to look at him, nothing comes out of his pink, plush parted lips

you scan him slowly, taking in his face and how the dark, sweat slick hair frames it, the bridge of his nose with a perfect slope, his mouth

and then his neck, specifically the pulse point, thumping erratically under his skin

you’re drooling at the thought of turning him, he’d taste so sweet you’re willing to bet

‘uh you’re drooling miss, need me to get that?’ anakin mumbles, dumbstruck and meepish in the sweltering heat, his slacks and shirt beginning to stick to his skin

‘why’s that huh sugar? you want some?’ flashing what had to have been the sharpest teeth he’d seen on a woman

in about the span of three seconds anakin finds himself slammed up against the door of a room he can’t see, shrouded in darkness

you’re tangled around him, legs secured around his hips as you feed, draining him slowly to savour his metallic taste, the blood burns as you ingest it

he’s delicious, can’t imagine how no one else has managed to get to him first

you couldn’t be happier at being the first to taste of him

obscene squelching and sucking can be heard and the liquor-drunk guests on the other side of the door remain none the wiser

you feel anakin gripping you tighter almost as if in an attempt to merge the both of you together, body and soul

little does he know you’ll give him exactly that in more ways than one

you often come here to drink and make merry, since being turned you can’t get enough of the liquor sweetened blood on offer as hundreds flock to Smoke n Stack’s every friday

you were family, always welcome and your secret new skills and appetite were kept well under wraps

still, something about this particular man had you drawn to him, he holds gifts that he hasn’t yet tapped into, driven by a borderline poisonous mixture of curiosity, anger and grief from what you sense is a dark and perilous past

you wanted him

as soon as he set foot inside, he was yours, his blood was yours

and after he had been turned you would share your blood with him before claiming what was rightfully yours

now at this point, anakin is moaning; unaware of what exactly is happening due to his alcohol drenched system

he’s just holding you up as you kiss his neck, rather passionately, sure to leave a mark

oh he has no idea, the night has only just begun

part 2?

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skywalkoverme · 17 days ago

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𝐑𝐞𝐪𝐬 𝐎𝐏𝐄𝐍!

Hiii, It's Bea! Happy 400 Followers!! I started this account mid April and I'm proud to say that this support has exceeded my expectations!

To celebrate, my requests are back open for the week until June 11th. Out of the requests, due to my own schedule, I'll only pick three to write! (I won't go by order, don't worry) Thank you again for all the love! Mwah!

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skywalkoverme · 17 days ago

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𝐒𝐞𝐱𝐭𝐚𝐩𝐞

a/n: Here is the threesome I mentioned yesterday!! I hope you enjoy!! Sorry, Ewan's photo wouldnt load :(

𐙚 Anakin x Fem x Kenobi 𐙚 THREESOME 𐙚 || 18+ MDNI

Summary: You spend the night at your friends dorm.

Warnings/contains: College AU, Anakin + Kenobi are athletes, smut, p's in v, double penetration, sex tapes, multiple creampies, face fucking, slapping, hair pulling, choking, marking, hickies, sex modeling, sexual teasing, proof read-- english is not my first language!

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Athlete’s Dorm: ‘9:02 PM'

“What do you mean, broken?!” He stood in his dorm hall with his roommate. Soon, the hall was filled with students fanning themselves and chattering.

“I mean, there’s a guy here to fix the AC, Skywalker. Just bear with me, ok?” Anakin folded his arms, and leaned back onto the door frame as more people asked the RA questions. “Alright, everyone! Calm down! There are fans in the lobby! You’re welcome to—” The students began to push past the RA to the elevators. “Whatever.”

“I hate this building.” Anakin groaned, pulled off his shirt and left the door to his dorm open.

‘10:12 PM’

He sat at his computer, glasses pushed up the bridge of his nose, and two energy drinks by his keyboard. The fan on his shelf blew warm air onto his sweaty, shirtless torso. After procrastinating for a week, his essay for his government class was due as well as a handful of chemistry assignments. As he typed, he thought of all the time he wasted crashing in other’s dorms or jerking off after class--- “Ahg!” The young man grumbled and folded his arms. “I’m goin’ to the vending machine, ya want anything?” He asked his roommate, Kenobi.

“Empty calories. No.” Kenobi said with his back to Anakin as he went over his biology notes with a highlighter.

Anakin sucked his teeth and grabbed his wallet before heading to the elevator. I fucking hate this old ass building…stupid fucking government class. Interrupting his thoughts, the elevator took him down to the lobby.

Every area was filled with sweaty and complaining students. Some lay on the floor and others, across furniture and against walls. Anakin was quickly distracted by a group of his teammates who stood together. “What’s so funny?” He placed a gentle hand on one of the guys.

“Girl in your room?”

Kenobi would kill me. He thought. “I’m writing an essay.” He called over his shoulder as he got a water and something sweet from the vending machines.

“That can wait. We’re about to take a walk~” A friend of his raised his eyebrows.

“Tempting. But no.” A few of the guys groaned, some sighed.

“You’re missing out!” One guy called out.

“Oh, yeah?” Anakin continued to walk around the lobby, eventually finding his way to the RA telephone on the desk behind the counter. He walked around the desk and started to dial a number---

“Skywalker! What do you think you’re doing?!” One of the staff asked with a groan, trying to avoid staring at his bare torso. He raised a finger to his lips. The woman gasped and stormed towards the coordinator’s office.

After a few rings, you picked up the landline on your nightstand. “Hello?”

“Hey, beautiful.” Anakin said smoothly after taking a sip of his water.

You turned over your left wrist and smiled at your watch. “It’s late, Mister Skywalker. What is it? Ran out of Red bull?” You speak into the landline as you remove your jewelry for bed.

He chuckled, playing with the phone cord. “An hour ago, yes. But that’s not why I’m callin’, Sweetheart.” You rolled your eyes, a hand on your hip. He was a known sweet talker and did nothing to hide it. You’re sure he could convince you to balance fine China on a tightrope with a simple smirk. “How was your day?” He leaned on the desk of the lobby.

“It was good.” You bit your bottom lip, a lock of hair around your fingers. “Yours?”

“Rather lonely, can you believe that?” He asked softly.

You shook your head before realizing he was simply on the phone. “U- Ahem, no.”

“Do you want to know why, Sweetheart? I didn’t see you in class.” He whispered the last part; your lips spread with need. “Where were you?”

“Doctor’s appointment.”

“And you thought to tell no one?” He asked sweetly, your feet swung under you as you sat at the end of your bed. “You should know, I sent out a whole calvary to find you. I was worried.” That charming sarcasm always grasped you so tightly.

“I didn’t mean to scare you, handsome.”

“Tsk, well you did.” He sighed, “You’ll have to make it up to me, Sweetheart.”

“Yeah, I know.”

“As the Teacher’s Assistant…it’s your job to help students in need, right?”

You rolled your eyes playfully, “I suppose. It depends on what that student needs.” Breathlessly, you spoke while imagining him on the phone with you. Making that sly smirk, toying with something that didn’t belong to him.

“My essay. Will you come help me?” You knew he’d have you in his dorm until morning. Not that anyone cared in his dorm, but this was looked down upon. A TA sleeping with her student; you should be ashamed but thank God you aren’t.

“I’ll be there in a few minutes.” He chuckled, “Bye now…”

You arrived in lobby only four minutes later and quickly walked up to him, holding an armful of books with crooked glasses on your face. He could tell you put on a subtle amount of makeup in the car. Pajama pants waved in the wind created by the fans in the lobby, your tank top clung to your distracting figure. His eyes traced down your body. “Why is it so warm in here?” You asked while glancing over the groups of students.

“Shit. I forgot to tell you: the AC blew.” He shook his head, walking closely as you went to the elevator.

“Damn, I’m sorry. But that explains…all this.” You took a long look around the room again at the shirtless men and women in sport bras. You muttered, more needy than you expected, “You are…so lucky to live in this dorm.”

“Tsk, get in the elevator.” He lightly slapped your ass. You quickly shuffled into the elevator; your books in his arms as the doors closed. “Kenobi’s likely still in there. Midterms are knocking him on his ass.”

“He’s not the only one, I’m guessing.” You shrugged and Anakin ignored the comment before entering his dorm.

“I was thinkin’ more…write a paragraph, get some head in the study nook down the hall. Y’know, alternate between the two.” You rolled your eyes faster than he could get the words out.

“Hey, Ken.” You hugged his shoulder before sitting at Anakin’s desk. He hummed a ‘Hello’ and continued highlighting. Anakin rolled his eyes as you pushed his trash into his already full wastebasket.

“Alright, Interior decorator.”

He leaned over you as you sat, his palms on the top of the desk. “You should…get a new rolodex…” You whispered as a drop of his sweat dropped and slipped down your right breast. “It’s full.” Your heartbeat thumped quickly in your chest before you looked up at him and he was smirking.

“It’s been filled for a while now.” He added. You turned your attention to his computer. “It’s an argumentative essay over state law and federal…who should have more power or somethin’.” He waved a dismissive hand and opened your government textbook to the unit. “You’re my TA. Don’t you have the answers?”

A single line of sweat ran from his adam’s apple down his collarbones, to his pink nipple. “A- uh.” His tanned skin continued to draw your eyes back, “It’s an essay. Not a multiple-choice test.” You mumbled, “Did you keep the rubric?”

Anakin ran a hand through his hair and looked through his mess of papers from his desk. “Maybe I dropped it.” He went to Kenobi’s desk and picked his government binder from the shelf.

“What on earth are you doing?”

“See, I knew you wouldn’t mind. I just need it for a few seconds.” Anakin offered you Kenobi’s binder as you began to type his essay onto the file. “Make sure you include a few spelling mistakes.” He said while leaning over you.

'10:59’

Minutes passed and he began blabbering about his game and spinning a ball on each of his fingers—or at least trying to. “…with Notre Dame. Coach said tighten up but I’m not stressing. Half of ‘em are on coke anyway.” He shrugged, “So are you coming?”

You turned from the computer and to him. “What?”

He groaned and rolled his eyes, “Are you even listening?” He tossed his ball into a laundry basket across the room. “Come to my game!” He groaned again, his head tucked into your neck, his nose buried in your hair. “Ken’s gonna be there.”

Kenobi rolled his eyes, “I must be there. I’m the team manager. Don’t guilt trip her.” His broad shoulders strained against a sweat-soaked cotton shirt. Ken blew cool air into his shirt before he pulled it off his body. “Fuck, it’s hot.”

Anakin ignored his friend, his hands on your sides. “I can’t focus on you right now, Anakin.” You whispered as he playfully licked your neck.

“I’ll let you work.” He said, resting his chin on your shoulder as you wrote his essay.

“I expect to be paid handsomely for this.” You referenced Kenobi’s notes and your textbook as he simply watched you work.

He peered over his shoulder to be sure Ken wasn’t listening, “How about a few rounds of leg-shaking head?” You slapped one of his hands softly, “Oww!” He whispered, hugging you tighter. “For my girlfriend, you are quite feisty.”

“I’m not your girl, Ani.”

“Why is that again?” He asked before slipping his large hand into your pajama pants.

You whipped your head in his direction, “What are you doing?” You hardly whispered.

He pressed his lips against your temple, “I’m helping.” Before you could disagree with him, he moved the chair closer to the desk to conceal the location of his hand. “Just some motivation.” He whispered into your hair as his fingers ran up and down your slit. You decided to give your attention to his paper. “See? It’s working.” His fingers rest over your warm slit. “Someone shaved~”

“Oh stop! I did that before you called.” He snickered, “Ken, I need your help.”

“Don’t call him over here.” Anakin groaned and took his hand from your pants.

“Yeah? What’s the matter?” When you turned your head, your eyes were met with Ken’s bare torso. His chest covered in blonde hair as he rubbed his mustache. You stuttered for a moment before Anakin turned your head towards the computer by your braids.

“Uhm…c- could you both read this? I want it to sound natural like Anakin.”

“Sure thing.” Their hands rest on the back of the chair as they read through the paper; “You mind?” You took the warm mouse in your hand and scrolled down some. “The paper looks good…just…” Ken leaned down until his chest hair rubbed your shoulder and he began to make a few changes to the conclusion.

“Sounds like me.” Anakin shrugged.

“Alright, we can print it before class on Monday.” You began to stack your books and offered Kenobi his resources.

“Where are you going?” Ken asked as the room’s fan tossed the young men’s hair, sweat ran down their tanned bodies as you fixed the strap of your tank top. “Home already? I thought you’d stay.”

“Really?” Anakin turned his head to his dormmate. “You never let me have guests.”

“This is different.” He shrugged and organized his books on his shelves. Your eyes shifted between the two and ran down their toned backs. “She’s a TA, a good influence.” Anakin could feel that Kenobi was trying to butter you up. And right in front of him?!

You weren’t focused on the unspoken words, just the two figures, glistening with sweat under the faint desk lights. Both men were powerfully built, their muscles taut under tanned skin. Kenobi, a stockier man with a porno mustache (that you suggested), wiped a hand across his brow, leaving a streak of sweat. Anakin ran a hand through his damp, dark hair. His chest heaved slightly with each breath, revealing the network of muscles beneath his skin.

Both men, clearly uncomfortable in the stifling heat, radiated an almost palpable aura of sexual frustration.

‘12:04 AM’

Anakin offered you his jersey and in the bathroom, you changed out of the heavy pajama pants and sweaty tank top. The airy jersey and panties gave you room to breathe as you lay in Anakin’s bed with an ice pack over your head.

“How about you stay still so I can kill you!” Anakin snapped as they leaned over the console; fingers shifting on their controllers.

“He never wins.”

“Don’t listen to him!” Anakin barked behind him as you lay on your side, observing the two. After a tussle, Anakin covered Ken’s eyes and won the in-game match. He smirked and tossed his controller on his beanbag.

“No, no, no! Rematch! That was cheating!---” Anakin followed Kenobi’s gaze to his bed. You were bent over while adjusting his puffy pillows for your head. When the room fell silent, your attention shifted to them.

“What’s wrong?” There was only silence as their hungry gazes ran over your tanned thighs and round ass up to the open sleeve of the jersey; your perky breasts showed from the side before you quickly covered yourself with a pillow. “Don’t stare!”

“You look like a model.” Anakin drooled.

“An indecent one.” Obi-wan sneered before putting his hands up, “I meant no offense!”

Anakin folded his arms over his chest, “What did you mean? Y’know, she’s my girlfriend.”

You chuckled and moved hair behind your ear. “No, I’m not.”

“Tsk, Y/n!” Kenobi was messing with something by his bed as Anakin began to beg, his face on your warm, thick thighs. “You’re the only girl I’ve seen this month!” You rolled your eyes and pushed his forehead, “I want to take us seriously. Why are you so hesitant?”

“Because you’re a man-whore.” Ken said over his shoulder as he slipped a new battery into his digital camera. You curiously sat up on your knees as he turned it on.

“What’s that for?” You asked as your hand ran through Anakin’s hair and down his back. His eyes were shut as your nails gently scratched his skin. Kenobi pressed a finger to his lips to shush you and raised the camera to his face. You discreetly moved the fabric of the jersey over and flashed a tit at the camera.

Behind Anakin’s back, you’d been fucking Ken. Only when Anakin had class and even then, he’d find any excuse to skip so it wasn’t easy. It’d been two weeks since you last fucked Ken; he’s starving for you and your teasing didn’t help. The man bit his lip as he stared at your hard nipple.

When Anakin picked up his head, you quickly kissed him. He was fairly distracted by your gesture but as the flash of Obi-wan’s camera went off, he pulled himself away. “M- mhh! What are you doing?”

“Taking pictures of my pretty girl.”

Anakin was angered as you bit your nail, a knowing look traded between you both. “What is he talking about?” A pause. “You slut.”

“Like you’re so different.” Anakin didn’t find you funny. “Just come here, Ani.” You pat the bed, crawling backward to make room for him.

“I don’t want to share.”

“You’ve been doing it for months.” Ken adds while taking more pictures of you. In the covers, Anakin couldn’t lie, you looked stunning. More than that, you looked like a woman straight out of his Playboy magazines. Anakin took the camera from his dormmates hands and began to go through them. The two turned to each other and back to you. “I have a camcorder.”

The light flashed red as it rest on the bookshelf, pointed to the bed. You rest on your hands and knees; Ken pressed his crotch against the front of your face as you left messy kisses along his cock and full balls. The two had suckled on your neck and attacked the flesh with passionate kisses. Already, the purplish-red bruises marked your skin. You’d experienced groping before but nothing so possessive. The two men groped, licked and slapped the curves of your breasts, thighs, ass and throat.

Anakin’s hands gripped your hips as he moved against you, the pace was fast and rough, but it felt so good while you arched your back. Your clit bumping into his pelvis while he bucked into you harshly, the sound was slick and wet. “You feel so fucking good~”

Ken took your tit into his hand, pinching and rolling the nipple over again in his forefinger and thumb. His breath was hot as he murmured, “Take that down your throat.” His cockhead pushed past your lips and deep into your mouth. Your fingers clung tightly to the covers as your eyes watered. “Don’t bite me.” He warned as he grabbed you by the braids and guided your hot mouth along his shaft. His head threw back as you swirled your tongue around his shaft.

The room was filled with a symphony of sounds - the creaking of the bed, the slick slap of skin against skin, and your combined moans, chokes and gasps. Obi-Wan's eyes met Anakin's, a look of shared pleasure passing between them.

As you were turned by Obi-Wan's strong hands, he took a moment to admire your curved back and the plump flesh of your rear. Ken’s blue eyes darkened with lust as he positioned himself behind you, his muscular frame hovering over your smaller form. He leaned down, his blonde hair brushing against your back as he pressed hot kisses along your shoulder blades.

Anakin fisted your long, dark hair, pulling your head back and exposing your neck as he positioned himself at your plump lips. The scent of sex and the musky aroma of the men’s arousal filled your nostrils, making your head spin. Anakin rubbed the slick tip of his cock against your soft lips, smearing them with his pre-cum. “Hm,” He chuckled, slapping your face with his cock. “Of course you want two cocks in you. I should’ve known.”

“Open your mouth.” As you parted your lips, Anakin pushed forward, sliding his hard length into your warm, wet mouth. He groaned at the sensation, his grip tightening on your hair as he began to move, fucking your face with deep, steady thrusts.

Obi-Wan matched Anakin's rhythm from behind, his hips rolling forward to bury himself deep inside of your tight heat. The dual sensations of having both men pleasuring you was overwhelming; you could feel yourself being pushed closer to the edge for the first time tonight.

Obi-Wan took the camcorder into his hand and filmed the sight of your jiggling ass that slapped so lewdly against his hips. His hand slid down to slap your ass a few times; staining your cheeks with red marks. Your pussy tightened from the slaps and unique grind of Ken’s hips. The room was filled with the obscene sounds of their balls against your skin, and their ragged breaths and moans. “Haha!” The man filmed the sight of saliva on your face and in your hair as Anakin treated you roughly.

Anakin continued to thrust into your pretty mouth, his grip on your hair tightening as he found his sweet spot in your throat. “Look at me.” Your eyes lolled up to meet Anakin’s gaze. He could feel you choking and whining; your throat vibrating around his sensitive cock, only serving to make him cum faster. Ken drove into you with deep, and quick strokes that had you seeing stars.

Obi-Wan's hands slid around to your front, finding your clit and rubbing tight circles around the sensitive nub. You pulled your head from Anakin’s cock and broke down trembling, pathetic squeals left your lips. “Shhh.” Ken chuckled past your ear as he filmed your face. He could feel your walls starting to flutter around his hard length, and he knew you were close.

Anakin couldn’t care less about your helpless whimpers. He took the camera and pulled you by your hair, his balls pressed onto your face. You lapped at the swells and took them into your mouth.

Anakin placed the camera behind him and pulled his balls out of your mouth with a groan, a string of saliva connecting his package to your swollen lips. He flipped you over onto your back, holding your legs up and spreading them wide for Ken. Obi-Wan followed suit, never breaking his rhythm as he continued to drive into your hot, tight core.

Together, they worked in tandem, their bodies moving as one as they brought you closer and closer to your orgasm. Anakin leaned down, capturing your swollen lips in a lewd kiss, swallowing your gasps. Ken’s fingers began to work your clit once more, rubbing and circling the sensitive bud as he felt his own release approaching.

Before long, Anakin’s cock filled your tilted mouth again. Your back arched off the bed, your nails digging into Anakin's thighs as you finally let go. Your orgasm crashed over like a tidal wave, your inner walls clenching and spasming around Ken’s pistoning length.

As you lay on your back, Anakin gripped your hair tightly and picked up the pace of his frenzied thrusts into your mouth. His hips snapped forward rapidly, slamming his thick cock deep into your throat with each stroke. “Good girllll…” Ken continued to drive into your fluttering, over-sensitive pussy from below, extending that perfectly intense orgasm. As you purred, he could feel your walls still clenching and unclenching around him, milking his own release.

Anakin's pace became erratic as he neared his own climax. With a strangled groan, he pushed himself balls-deep into your mouth and held himself there, his cock pulsing as he spilled his hot seed down your throat. His balls covered your nose as you began to search for air. Obi-Wan followed seconds later, spilling his own release deep inside your quivering core with a low, deep moan of your name.

“M- more.”

Anakin and Obi-Wan exchanged a glance, a look of surprise and renewed arousal passing between them at your plea.

Some time later

Anakin sat up, his sculpted abs glistening with a sheen of sweat. He scooped you up into his arms, his hand gripping your thigh possessively as he positioned you to straddle his lap. His cock, already hardening again, prodded against your cum-covered entrance.

With that, Anakin pulled you down, spearing you onto his hardening length in one smooth, deep thrust. At the same time, Ken pressed against your back, his own fat cock nestling between your warm ass cheeks as he began to grind through them. Your hands cuffed around Anakin’s face as they exhaled onto your sweaty skin.

Anakin gripped your hips, slamming you down onto his thick cock with each powerful thrust. Behind her, Obi-Wan's hands slid around to grope your breasts, kneading the soft flesh and rolling your stiff nipples between his fingers. He caught your lips in a passionate kiss, swallowing each cry of pleasure as the sex grew more intense. “You want me to cum in your ass?”

You could only moan and whimper in response, lost in the overwhelming pleasure of being so thoroughly taken by the two athletes. You could feel Obi-Wan's hard length pressing insistently against your backside, grinding in time with Anakin's relentless thrusts.

Their pace grew more intense, more urgent, as they chased their next releases. The small room was filled with the sound of their harsh breaths, and of course, your needy moans. You could feel the coil of another orgasm building low in your belly, your walls started to flutter and clench around Anakin's plundering length.

“Please…I- I” Your voice quieter than you expected as they each took a side of your neck into their mouths. Ken gently slipped inside of your tight ass; his hand pressed on the back wall behind Anakin’s head.

Anakin watched your twitching features. “Cumslut.” Your body convulsed, back arching as a powerful orgasm ripped through you. Your pussy clenched and spasmed around Anakin's pistoning length, milking him for all he was worth. “A- hmp!” His head hit the back of the wall as he buried himself deep inside of you. Ken’s cock pushed past the tight rings of your asshole as he came within the perfect, suckling heat.

Your lips were taken by Ken’s before given to Anakin. You tried your best to keep your mind still as their cocks nestled inside of you. Anakin’s tongue rubbed against yours; Ken’s tongue licked up and down your neck as their sweaty skin pressed against yours.

a/n: long one, hope you enjoyed!! I wrote this a month-ish ago so pls ignore the mediocre writing here.

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Off topic but I've had a college AU threesum fic with Anakin and Kenobi in my drafts for a month now. Let me know if yall want it!!

Note: I'm starting to enjoy making those little photo collages at the top of each fic. I used to hate making them, that's why my early fics on this account don't have pics lol. (I'm lazy).

𝐎𝐧𝐞 𝐍𝐢𝐠𝐡𝐭 𝐒𝐭𝐚𝐧𝐝

a/n: according to my stats, you all LOVE younger Anakin x 20-30 y/o fem so here you are. Tell me if you all are tired of me writing about parties/digital fun!! it's all I can write with summer being here and all.

𐙚 Anakin Skywalker x Fem! Reader 𐙚 18+ MDNI

Summary: Anakin goes to a rave for his eighteeth birthday.

Warnings/contains: bondage, smut, p in v, Anakin loses his virginity to you, sexually experienced y/n, Anakin is eighteen, male nipple play, alcohol consumption, mention of drug use (not Anakin), sexual teasing, NOT proof read yet-- english is not my first language!

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For his eighteenth birthday, Anakin snuck out. Instead of retiring to his room for the night, he hid in the bushes of the Jedi Temple courtyard; when enough time passed, Anakin drew his hood and took his Master’s landspeeder to the nearest skylane. From his pant pocket, he took out a torn page from a magazine. On the page was a messily written address. “…gi’kira…SL7…”

Anakin took a deep breath and kept the vehicle steady as excitement coursed through him. Every second was like an eternity until he reached the club. He placed his lightsaber under the front seat and covered the Jedi insignia on his ID with a blue sticker. Hopefully they’ll believe it. Anakin could feel the bass in his chest as he stood outside with other young creatures from across the galaxy; he couldn’t wait another moment; he stepped slowly to the club entrance as to not draw attention. Sure, there was a line, but it didn’t take long before he stood in front of the bouncer.

The man stared down at the boy who hid his face in the dark shadow of his hood. He grabbed Anakin’s chin and lifted it to the beam of his flashlight. Anakin’s dark pupil shrunk, and his blue eyes turned an icy white. The man glared at the photo on his card. “Alright kid.” He huffed, lowered the flashlight and gave him back his ID. “Come in. I’d ditch the cloak, it’s hot in there.”

“T- thank you.”

“Next, c’mon!”

The club pulses with electricity, a kaleidoscope of color and sound. Neon strobes slice through the thick haze—pinks, blues, and greens flicker like lightning across sweating skin and moving bodies.

People are everywhere, some packed in groups, others grind in couples, some alone—dancing, lost in the music, their faces lit by LED wristbands and the glow of blacklight paint. A mist cannon bursts over the crowd, cooling the heat rising from the mass of writhing dancers.

Anakin could smell the mix of perfumes, sweat and alcohol in the air as he took off his cloak, losing it to the crowd. At the center, the DJ looms behind a wall of decks and digital screens. A few nude creatures dance on the bar top as well as other platforms around the large club. Anakin smirked; his gaze lingered on the curves of the women. Above the center of the room, an enormous disco ball spins slowly, splintering light like shattered glass, while lasers trace wild geometric patterns in the smoke-thick air.

Although some were nude, other’s topless— Everyone else is dressed like a fever dream—fishnets, faux feathers, small shorts, glitter-smeared skin in the shape of handprints, and glowing pacifiers suckled between mouths of inebriated creatures. It’s a sensory overload for Anakin; Time starts to blur.

He was flirted with, offered sex of all kinds, most with multiple people; From people that looked his age, he was offered pill after pill, sorts of smoking devices and drinks. “N- no, thanks.” He said each time. Some lingered and others went to the next customer. He rejected another advance and picked his head up. Across the room, he spotted you. Your body was coated in a layer of shining glitter, impossible to miss. You glowed ethereally in a bright pink wig and slingshot bathing suit, held perfectly on your nipples by the will of the Force. A headpiece rest on top of it all, which he came to realize meant that you were working here. A bartender.

You stirred the drink inside the glass and slid it over on a napkin to your customer, “For you, my love.” Anakin found himself leaning against the bar, taking glances at you. “You look sober, wide-eyed, that’s why they approach you, baby boy.”

He glanced up at you and pointed to himself. “Me?”

You smiled while mixing a drink in the cocktail shaker, your curves jiggled with every rock. “Yes, you.” You squinted for a moment and spoke softly across the bar, “Are you at least eighteen? I don’t mean to knock your fun if you’re here to explore but I can’t lose my job.”

A beautiful woman, a mesmerizing creature is so plainly speaking to him! Your voice perfectly deep and your eyes are alluring. He couldn’t think. Instead, he said the first thing that came to his head, “I- It’s my birthday!” He couldn’t help but beam.

“Awww, what year are you turning tonight?”

She’ll never be interested in me if I say I’m a baby. “Twenty-one.” You excitedly cheered for him which made the people at the bar clap and whistle as well--- although most were too inebriated to realize what they were celebrating.

“You’ve got sucha’ baby face.” You touched his cheek, “Happy birthday!”

He blushed, holding his chest. “Thank you! You’re very kind.”

“Here, have a drink on me.” You made him something light. You could tell by the way he looked at the arrangements of alcohol on the wall that he didn’t know his drinks. “It’s mostly juice.” He nervously picked up the drink and took an elder-like sip. “How is it?”

“D- delicious. Did you put any alcohol in here?” He joked as he finished the drink in a few gulps.

“Want another?”

Time began to fly. Before long, he leaned across the counter, his forearms on the bar top as you rest your face on your hand. “What’s your name?”

Should I lie? No…I should stop lying. “Anakin.”

“Do you want to come home with me?” You asked as his lips gently embraced yours. His will faltered as the curves of your breasts pressed on his. Even tipsy, he felt bad for lying to you about his age! Beyond that, he couldn’t go home with you! It’s against Jedi code. Celibacy is… You held his soft blonde hair as your lips dominated his. Celibacy is the most important… Your tongue grazed the inside of his mouth to test the waters before you sucked on his bottom lip. Celibacy. It’s so important. Obi-wan said It’s important. Celibacy? Celery? Your opposite hand cuffed his neck, and he moaned into your mouth. Your kiss intensified, tongues tangled inside both of your mouths, the sound of saliva and sweet groans hidden under the sound of the pulsing beat and intelligible lyrics.

“…yes.” Master’s landspeeder. I can’t leave it. “W- we can take my-“ He dangled the keys, and you took the rattling bunch into your hand. He couldn’t lie; this past year has been hell trying to keep his cock in his pants. It seemed every second of the day, he was drowning in his own hormones; his lungs filled with breaths he couldn’t exhale. Would it really kill him? It’s just one night! His birthday!

He lie back on your soft covers as you dangled a bunch of ribbons in your hand. Your thighs straddled his hips, just nearly pressed your clothed pussy on his erection. “W- what’s that for?” Anakin was a different kind of virgin. He’d never known of sex in its entirety. Pornos? No. Masturbating? No. He couldn’t even tell you the name of what’s between your legs, let alone his.

But he had to keep up the act. “Tying you up.”

Tying me up? Why? Are men not allowed to touch women during sex? Is this a female mating ritual? “I don’t want you to get pregnant.” His heart raced as he stared in your eyes.

“What?” You tilted your head. “We aren’t fucking raw.”

“Oh ok.” What does that mean?

You laughed and began to undress him. He felt as though a magnifying glass was put to every cell on his body. His breathing sped as you ran your hands down his toned abs, leaving goosebumps in your wake. “What do you do for work again?”

“Service worker.” All his brainpower was gathered in his cock. Technically, it wasn’t a lie, but he could feel that you barely believed him. Anakin’s eyes ran down your curves, glitter scattered around the bed and on his skin in the dark room. His eyes suddenly locked with yours as you began to tie him to the headboard.

As you began to loop the tight ribbons around his ankles, a glare on your plump ass that rest on his leg. “W- so I can’t move?”

“Preferably.” He looked up at his bound wrists and quickly, his eyes were covered. You leaned deep over him, although he couldn’t see your nude body, he could feel the warm swells of your breasts on him, your hard nipples against his.

He strains against the ropes, testing the limits of his restraints, but they hold fast, keeping him pinned and helpless. The realization that he's completely at your mercy, that you can do whatever you want to his naked, exposed body, sends a shiver of excitement and arousal down his spine.

Your lips met his in a hungry embrace, your pillowy breasts like no other sensation. His cock throbbed beneath you, pre-cum leaked on his stomach and down his shaft. I don’t even know your name. Touch me; taste, lick, bite me…please me. Give me anything, I’m starved, malnourished. He groaned into the kiss, refusing to breathe as the pent-up passion flowed from every pore.

He’s never needed something, someone, more in his life. Your tongue explored his mouth as it did in the club; he tasted the sweetness off your tongue as his tongue lewdly circled yours. His hands clench into fists; something primal that lingered in him needed to feel you in his hands, this wasn’t enough. “Let me touch you…” His voice raspy and dry as he bucked his hips up needily. Never had Anakin felt so desperate, hungry; it was torture that he couldn’t see your beautiful features from this blindfold.

“No~”

His hips jumped at the feel of your sticky, and warm pussy as you grind on his shaft. “W- hmp!” He shuddered as the wet folds slide along his shaft, your juices coating his dick. Instinctively, his hips buck up to the rhythm, “W- what is that?” He bit back a moan, his voice cracked uncontrollably.

You chuckled, and figured the young man was teasing, “My pussy.” Pussy? Is that code for something?

“It feels so good…” He pants heavily as he hears the sound of a condom wrapper tearing. What was that sound? Is she eating? No…The anticipation is killing him, making his heart race and his skin prickle with excitement. His fists clench at the feel of the soft condom that slipped on his shaft. The cockhead caught on your entrance and slowly, your body sank down on his length. “A- ah!” Anakin whined at your pussy’s grip, your hands on his sides. His hands clenched as did his jaw.

“Are you ok?” You cuffed his cheek in your hand.

“Yes, I’m fine. You’re just…perfect.” Your tight walls stretched to accommodate his thick shaft. You felt him fill your insides, engulfed in the heat of your core. “Fuck.” Anakin cried out as you began to ride his cock, his head fell back into the pillow.

Scattered and breathy moans left your lips as you rode him harder, the squelch of your cunt was so disgustingly lewd, he couldn’t help but sink into the rhythm. You turn around in reverse cowgirl, your hips slammed down onto him. This new angle sent shockwaves of pressure to his core. For sure, he’d be limping tomorrow. “Don’t fucking finish.” His body went rigid and tense.

“A- ok!” His nails scratched the wooden headboard, leaving proof of your euphoric sex. Anakin pulled his right leg until the ribbons tore under his strength. He bucks his hips up to meet yours, driving his cock deeper into your perfect, fluttering cunt. “Don’t stop~” You were surprised to hear his plea seeing as how he was already pulsing, ready to cum inside the condom.

You leaned forward; your ass thrown back on him as you took his cock. He was ready to explode inside of you, but you warned him not to cum! The blindfold slipped from his eyes due to the constant movements. Your perfect ass jiggled with each of your controlled strokes. Inside of your wet folds. That’s a pussy! Upon hearing his virgin whimpers, you looked back at him and watched his helpless expression, “I- I can’t~”

Anakin can feel his own climax building, the pressure in his balls growing more and more intense with each passing second.In an instant, you pulled his cock out. “No.” Anakin could feel the pressure he was chasing leave his hot cock and sink back to his core.

“Please, don’t stop.” You pushed the blindfold off his face and straddled his hips. He watched as your head lowered to his chest; your tongue circled his pink nipple. “O- oh!” Such pleasure went straight to his balls as your warm mouth suckled on the sensitive nipple. Your fist began to stroke his cock as you flicked and kissed his other tit. Anakin whined as his climax began to rise once more.

The feel of your breasts on his abs, hand on his shaft and ministrations on his pecs were enough to make him moan like a bitch. “’Want me to finish riding you?”

Yes! “Yes.” You prowled over him, letting your pussy guide his cock inside of you again. Anakin's balls draw up tight to his body, his orgasm building to a crescendo deep in his core. He's never felt so much pleasure, so much intense, overwhelming sensations at once. It's like a tidal wave crashing over him. Anakin cries out in ecstasy as your passionate lips kissed and your tongue swirls around his nipple, the wet heat and sensation sending electric shocks straight to his throbbing cock. His back arches off the bed, pressing his chest tighter against your mouth as you suckle and lick at the sensitive nub.

You swirled your hips in circles and with a final, high-pitched moan, the young man filled the condom with his white load. His eyes fell back in his head while the tense ball of pleasure unwinds ever so slowly.

You chuckled. He faded in and out of the intense moment; he stole a glance at your glittered body, a pearly smile flashed as he gasped for breath.

Morning light began to stream into the room through the open blinds. He sat up in bed, loose ribbons around his wrists and a sheet pulled over his crotch. He felt the heat of your body as you lay over his side, your arm stretched over him. His spikey hair stuck up to the ceiling as he turned to the mirror. His tanned skin was covered in glitter in the shape of stars and octagons covered his body. He slipped out of bed discreetly and tried to get as much glitter off before dressing. He felt around for his… “Lightsaber,…shit! Where did I put it?!” You rubbed your eyes and sat up in bed. His eyes traced your nude curves as he stuttered, “Y…you. Uhm, I had a great night!” From your bedside, you tossed his ID across the bed. “Oh…” When he passed out last night, you found the card on the floor.

“Eighteen.”

“Sorry.” He gulped. “Have you seen my cloak?”

“You didn’t come here with one.”

Anakin felt his throbbing migraine and started to recall the events from early in the night. “I- I’m sorry. For lying and leaving…but I have to go!”

“Where are you-“ Before you could say anything else, the young man left the room and dashed to find his Master’s landspeeder. “Hm. Anakin…”

At the temple, Anakin discreetly walked to his room; there, Obi-wan waited in his room. He froze in the corridor, “Where were you?” A ribbon from his ankle peeks out from under his pants, glitter covered every inch of his body and littered his hair.

“At a surprise party.”

a/n: I plan to start posting my newest series later this week. I doubt many people will read this little spill but it's about if Anakin was stopped during Order 66 and you are his psychiatrist. I loveee red dividers sm!! Any excuse to use them, I jump up and down.

This fic is somewhat Inspired by "Tyrant" by Beyonce.

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skywalkoverme · 18 days ago

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𝐎𝐧𝐞 𝐍𝐢𝐠𝐡𝐭 𝐒𝐭𝐚𝐧𝐝

𐙚 Anakin Skywalker x Fem! Reader 𐙚 18+ MDNI

Summary: Anakin goes to a rave for his eighteeth birthday.

Warnings/contains: bondage, smut, p in v, Anakin loses his virginity to you, sexually experienced y/n, Anakin is 18, Y/n is 20-30, male nipple play, alcohol consumption, mention of drug use (not Anakin), sexual teasing, NOT proof read yet-- english is not my first language!

Word Count: 2.7k // More on my Master list! + follow & reblog pls

“T- thank you.”

“Next, c’mon!”

He glanced up at you and pointed to himself. “Me?”

“Awww, what year are you turning tonight?”

“You’ve got sucha’ baby face.” You touched his cheek, “Happy birthday!”

He blushed, holding his chest. “Thank you! You’re very kind.”

“D- delicious. Did you put any alcohol in here?” He joked as he finished the drink in a few gulps.

“Want another?”

Time began to fly. Before long, he leaned across the counter, his forearms on the bar top as you rest your face on your hand. “What’s your name?”

Should I lie? No…I should stop lying. “Anakin.”

But he had to keep up the act. “Tying you up.”

Tying me up? Why? Are men not allowed to touch women during sex? Is this a female mating ritual? “I don’t want you to get pregnant.” His heart raced as he stared in your eyes.

“What?” You tilted your head. “We aren’t fucking raw.”

“Oh ok.” What does that mean?

As you began to loop the tight ribbons around his ankles, a glare on your plump ass that rest on his leg. “W- so I can’t move?”

“No~”

You chuckled, and figured the young man was teasing, “My pussy.” Pussy? Is that code for something?

“Are you ok?” You cuffed his cheek in your hand.

The feel of your breasts on his abs, hand on his shaft and ministrations on his pecs were enough to make him moan like a bitch. “’Want me to finish riding you?”

You chuckled. He faded in and out of the intense moment; he stole a glance at your glittered body, a pearly smile flashed as he gasped for breath.

“Eighteen.”

“Sorry.” He gulped. “Have you seen my cloak?”

“You didn’t come here with one.”

Anakin felt his throbbing migraine and started to recall the events from early in the night. “I- I’m sorry. For lying and leaving…but I have to go!”

“Where are you-“ Before you could say anything else, the young man left the room and dashed to find his Master’s landspeeder. “Hm. Anakin…”

“At a surprise party.”

This fic is somewhat Inspired by "Tyrant" by Beyonce.

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