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hayden tumblr is the weirdest fandom on here

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hiii can i be 🎀 anon?

omg of course you can my love, i wonder who this could be

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RING-POP

PAIRING. sam monroe x f!reader

SYNOPSIS. sam makes you try a different version of your favorite candy; bigger and bitter.

WARNINGS. NSFW themes (18+), pet-names, cursing, dirty-talk & too many puns (i swear this punk cannot shut up), name-calling (brat, dumb girl), brat-taming, degradation, slight dacryphilia, perv!sam, clueless!reader, oral sex (m! receiving), face-fucking, bondage, slight slapping (with a belt, with his cock), hair-pulling, sexualising food?

SMACK, SLURP, POP. the sounds filled sam’s humid room. his brow furrowed further, a look of disdain washing over his pale features at the noise. the videogame in front of him needed all his heed, but it seemed like his brat, bambi, demanded some of that attention, too.

“stop that,” he groaned, frustrated. the sound of his thumbs assaulting the buttons on his controller should’ve been all that was heard, had you not been deep-throating the candy sam made the mistake of getting you. “what— i’m just having my candy,” you whined before continuing, “—and besides, if you have a problem, why don’t you let me sit away from you—” he was quick to shut down that idea, gripping the flesh of your thighs. maybe sam was in the wrong for getting you the cherry ring-pop, your favourite, and maybe it wasn’t the best idea to have you perched on his lap, sitting comfortably (cluelessly) on his aching boner, but in his defence, he just wanted to feast his eyes on the sight of your plump lips wrapped around the toy candy, sucking and slurping, just as you are now like the good girl you are, but once he switched his playstation on, the competitive side came out.

you shift to your comfort in his lap, feeling the tent in his pants poke directly into your mound. you had an arm crossed over sam’s neck, bringing the ring-clad finger to your mouth and sucking. at the taste of the sweet cherry juices dripping into your mouth, you groan in sam’s ear.

the sounds traveled straight to his cock, his mind tuning out his reality— the game at hand— just to focus at your skilful tongue, stained red by the candy. “if you don’t quit it—” he sighed, his voice strained. the next thing you know, his character is being obliterated by the enemy. you stifled a giggle, your plan worked.

sam had left you so, so worked up. choosing to take out his frustration with his family on some stupid toy, rather than your willing pussy. ever since that day at the playground, you couldn’t go a day without sam pounding into your drooling cunt. even if it was always him starting it, he got you to finish, and you were forever grateful for it. but today? when you dolled up in all black— tank top and skirt— with red lingerie, he decided to pick up that gaming console and not let go.

“alright, bambi, i’ve had it with you,” he gets up abruptly, causing you to hit the ground and land on your knees. you gasped, offended.

his hands, full of real, crude metal were quick to move, undoing his belt, unlike your delicate hand that was motionless with the toy ring perched on it. the leather of his studded belt flicked across your cheek, causing you to look up at sam through wet lashes. he only smirked at the sight. your eyes flicked to the bulge revealed in his boxers, and now your mouth watered for a taste that wasn’t cherry ring-pop.

“‘like to suck your candy, huh, brat?” he squeezed your cheeks together. “since you’ve been practising in my goddamn ears all day,” he continued, pulling out his cock, “let’s see how good you’ve gotten.” his cock was slapped against the same spot at the belt. you only stared at him through your long lashes, unwilling to satiate when you’re unsatisfied yourself. “come on, bambi, open up,” he squeezed your cheeks again, causing your mouth to gape open. “i can’t guarantee it tastes like cherries, but you’re open to trying sweet-n-salty, aren’tcha?” he giggled, amused at his own snarky comments.

the fat tip of his cock pressed into your plump, gape lips, and instinctively, your tongue stuck out to lick it. “there we go,” sam sighed, ready to return to cloud 9.

you sheepishly swirled your tongue around the bulbous tip of his cock, relishing in the taste of his precum oozing into your tastebuds. oh, yeah, you’ve found yourself a new favourite flavour.

“hands up for me, bambi,” he sighed, breathless already. you oblige, eyes widening when his belt snaked over your wrists, tying them in an unholy matrimony. your hands rested in your lap, preventing you from pleasuring yourself like you intended to. “now, open wide f’me.” you’re obedient, eager to please, for you know if sam’s satisfied he would overlook the ‘punishment’ and stick his cock into you. your pussy flutters at the thought of being full again.

as your throat relaxed around him, you started taking more and more of his length, looking up at him through your lashes to seek his validation, and the mere sight was rewarding. his brows furrowed, a pink flush crept into his pale skin, while his lips were plump and agape, marks of his teeth etched into the skin. “your mouth was made to suck cock, y’know that— my cock. you’re only gonna squeeze my cock with that fuckin’ throat, y’hear?” he nods, authoritative yet cooing, “is my girl understanding me?” so you bobble your head along with length. “fuck yeah, brat. going dumb on my cock,” he moans, and you were eager to illicit more of those sounds.

you relax your jaw, inhale deeply, and let him take charge. when sam realises this, the little devil smirks, running his fingers through your scalp to tug at your hair.

his cock pistons in and out of your throat, your eyes watering and your breath haggard. your pussy clenched around nothing but the flooded dampness of your cotton panties.

“oh, fuck, fuck, fuck, fu—” incoherent grunts and groans filled the room along with the delirious smell of your arousals. “fuuuuck, bambi,” sam’s thrusts got sloppier.

“you know,” he spoke, breathless yet mischievously, “this candy comes with a creamy centre,” he chuckled, grunting as he came undone in your mouth. “sweet n’ salty, yeah?” he stroked his cock, relishing in the sight of his heavy load dripping down your plump lips. you were quick to swallow every drop, selfishly devouring your favourite candy. you wondered if this was gluttony or lust?

when satiated, sam pulled away, tucking his cock away. you, too, get up from the floor, wincing at the pain of kneeling down for too long.

you shimmy out of your clothes, making your way towards his bed. sam sees you in the corner of his eye, an eyebrow irking at your actions, “what do you think you’re doing,” he asked plainly, leaving you confused. “i- you’re fucking me, right?” you had a pitiful look on your face, so eager to chase your own release with his assistance. “like hell i will, dumb girl,” sam scoffed, “brats don’t get pleasure after punishment,” he shrugged coldly, grabbing his gaming console.

he pointed towards his thighs, “sit your ass back down,” you whine, “but i’ll be so boooored,” yet perch on his lap, still.

“—and i finished my ring-pop,” you sigh in frustration. sam chuckles, “don’t worry, i’ll have your new favourite out in a minute,”

“this flavour never finishes, just keeps on coming.”

THIS PUNK—

SEE ALSO. playground [PRELIMINARY FIC]. more of Sam Monroe [MEAN!SAM, BIMBO!READER AND OTHER TROPES].

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i’m so patiently waiting (begging) for someone to write a threesome fic with the two of them

if I had a nickel for every time a hot Canadian man played a Sith and was shirtless in the Star Wars universe, I’d have 2 nickels. Which isn’t a lot but it’s weird it happened twice.

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wdym i traveled all this way for a angsty twink padawan and he’s not even here?

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sobbing in the fetal position rn gang

james taking ur panties off and seeing how wet u are and teasing u by saying “look at her baby, she’s crying for me… isn’t that so cute?”

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it’s either blonde whore or nerd brunette, it goes both ways

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just let me match his freak, JUST ONCE

Ummmmm…. I need him????

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jesus. fucking. christ.

shades of cool (traditional husband anakin x bimbo reader)

A/N;  I apologize for the delay I got so busy out of nowhere, but. AGAIN! This is something very self-indulgent. I don’t know if this needs to be said but I DO NOT condone any of this behavior. Very dark and triggering content ahead so PLEASE read the warnings below and read at your own risk. (I also apologize for any errors it's so late)

+ DON’T LIKE DON’T READ! Argue with the wall I will not argue with you idgaf!

Warnings;  DARK CONTENT, DEAD DOVE, reader gaslights herself a lot, blood, biting (drawing blood), unhappy marriage, degradation, choking, mind break, lots of eye contact, Anakin is very sadistic and sick, breeding kink, mentions of breastfeeding, mentions/threats of cheating/infidelity, hair pulling, baby trapping, name-calling, female reader, p in v sex, feminine pet names used, angst, gender roles, Anakin is VERY mean, physical abuse, slapping, non-con, dub-con, dacryphilia, abusive and toxic relationship themes, EXTREME sexism and misogyny, the reader is in her early 20s and Anakin is in his late 30s/early 40s, the reader is a bimbo, mention of grooming. If there are any warnings that I’m forgetting please let me know! 

The moment Anakin Skywalker laid his eyes on you he knew he could shape you into whoever he wanted you to be. It would take time, sure. But you weren’t like those other girls around you who subscribed to feminist ideology and thought being completely dependent on a man wasn’t the way to go. 

You were just different. 

Ditzy, submissive, a little codependent, and that air of promiscuity that followed. 

Not that any of those traits were a bad thing or even a dealbreaker to him. In a world of college girls who yearned to be completely independent and self-sufficient. There you were. A dumb submissive but well-meaning young woman who wouldn’t challenge him and didn’t mind being lascivious. Perfect.

From the moment you met, there were many things he LOVED so very much about you. Number one was your fashion sense and your willingness to show so much skin. In the past, there have been countless men that have given you flack for the way you dressed. Being told constantly you weren’t so-called “wife material”.

 It came as a shock that the older man that you had assumed would be a lot more conservative than your college aged peers said he loved your fashion sense and didn’t mind when you showed skin. 

He loved watching you strut around in those mini skirts that didn’t leave much to the imagination with those crop tops that put your cleavage on full display. It triggered something primal in him. 

In fact, the first few chance meetings you had with Anakin he couldn’t help but stare at your pretty cleavage and your plump ass hanging out of those god-forsaken mini skirts.

 He always did so unashamedly because he knew a girl like you wouldn’t mind, right? 

You were his very own little bimbo. Perfect wife material.  

He’s not getting any younger after all. He needs to settle down soon with a young woman who could be the perfect docile, sweet, and forgiving wife.

.・。.・゜✭・❤・✫・゜・。..・。.・゜✭・❤・✫・゜・。.

As soon as you started dating Anakin it became increasingly clear the large age gap made you a little more susceptible to his tricks. 

To him, you were practically BEGGING him to transform you into his very own traditional wife. You were just too sweet and submissive for your own good and it would be a shame if your potential went unnoticed.

Since your first date with the older man, he made his intentions clear as day. He knew what he wanted from a pretty girl like you and that was marriage.

Sweetheart, you know I’m much older than you, right? 

You’re okay with that?

Nonsense, I think you’re the perfect age to get married Honey.

.・。.・゜✭・❤・✫・゜・。..・。.・゜✭・❤・✫・゜・。.

You would say the first couple months of your marriage to Anakin were amazing. You’d even go as far as to say everything was perfect. 

Anakin seemed like the ideal husband and he made you feel like you were on cloud nine. In the back of your mind you did think things did move a little too fast. But those red flags didn’t bother you at the moment. You were just too blind-sighted by the all-over consuming feelings of love you had for your seemingly perfect husband. 

.・。.・゜✭・❤・✫・゜・。..・。.・゜✭・❤・✫・゜・。.

“I said be a good wife and just listen to me,” Anakin’s voice tickled you as he spoke against the sensitive skin of your ear. Not wanting anyone to hear him. 

His tone was soft but very firm. It was one you never heard him use with you before. He was repeating himself. Demanding you listen to him. He hardly ever had to repeat himself to you. He didn’t like to tell anyone to do anything twice and he made that abundantly clear from the moment you two met.  If he wanted something done it needed to be done the first time. Correctly. Don’t make him repeat himself.

But alas there he was. Repeating himself because his wife can’t follow his leadership. 

Why would you WANT to disobey your lovely husband anyway? He knows what's best for his precious wife. You're just a sweet little docile woman after all. Let a man take care of you. Let him be in control. 

“Just fucking listen to me you’re embarrassing me. You’re making me look like a bad husband right now.”

“Know your place as a woman and shut up.”

Whenever disagreements like this happened you were forced to pretend his words didn’t hurt. And even that proved to be difficult. You did as he said most of the time but he was just so mean whenever you stepped out of line, but could you blame him? 

No man wants a wife that’s so defiant.

“I don’t want to,” You huffed and crossed your arms. His demand pushed you to your absolute limit. You couldn’t stand his domineering and chauvinist attitude anymore. The way he demanded you to listen to him and demanded you obey him just because you’re his wife made you feel ill, and you knew If you allowed it once he would only get worse over time. 

This was the first time you ever stood your ground against your husband and it was nerve-wracking but it needed to happen you thought. He can’t get away with telling you to just listen to him. You’re your own person apart from being his wife. Who does he think he is? 

 “Oh? You don’t want to?” His voice deepened and his gaze darkened. The energy in the room shifted and it was unlike anything you had ever experienced in your whole marriage. You’d be lying if you said you weren’t consumed by fear at the moment. His gaze made you feel like prey. like he would pounce on you and tear you to pieces at any given moment. This was uncharted territory. Whenever he told you to be quiet you obeyed him blindly, never questioning his authority. Wanting to be the best wife you could be. 

You didn’t realize you were stuttering and staring at Anakin like a deer in the headlights until he scoffed at your lack of response.

 “Okay then,” 

“Look at me,” He orders. Your stomach drops when you feel his hand suddenly grab your chin. Forcing you to look at him. “Listen, you dumb fucking bimbo.” The grip he had on your chin tightened when his next sentence began. “I don’t want a disobedient wife. If I tell you to listen to me then you fucking listen to me no questions asked.” His eyes were shooting daggers into yours. You swore you had never felt such intense anger before. 

The way he forced you to make direct eye contact with him while he spit his venom. Making sure you were hearing and understanding every single word felt oddly intimate. 

But what did he call you?

Bimbo?

“I picked you out of all of those dumb broads, but now I’m starting to realize that might have been a mistake.” His grip loosens; he has to keep it together when he sees your eyes begin to water when you begin to understand the severity of his words. He wanted to smile right in your face and push your buttons until you cried until you couldn’t anymore, but he couldn’t. Not yet at least. 

What fun would it be if he broke you so early on?

“You don’t realize how lucky you are. You’re treated like a princess and I work all day to make sure you never go without and you want to be disobedient? Fine. I can find another slutty bimbo anywhere. I’ll find one that can listen, unlike you.” He snaps and unhands your face. Not caring to be gentle with you before pushing your face out of his way and walking towards the front door. 

Not even acknowledging the tears that begin to stream down your face or the way his push made you almost fall to the floor. 

“A-Anakin wait!” Your voice cracks when you desperately yell out to get his attention before he reaches the front door. Desperate for him to stay and not go out and find another ‘slutty bimbo’. Fat tears continue streaming down your cheeks until your vision begins to go blurry. 

You expected him to feel bad when he heard you yell out to him and choke back your sobs. He was the kind of husband who hated making you cry (or so you thought). He was always there to comfort you whenever you were sad and would do anything to cheer you up on your darkest day. But it was just different this time and it scared you. He didn’t even turn around. 

Unbeknownst to you, he was reveling in the fact that only he could make you feel this way so easily. He adored the fact that he could reduce you to a sobbing mess with ease. 

You were sensitive and dumb just how he liked his women. 

“P-please don’t go!” The sobs you were trying so hard to hold back left your body when you realized he wasn’t turning around or even trying to comfort you. The only thing you could do was watch him through your blurry vision as he inched closer to the front door. “Anakin, please! I’m sorry I’ll be good!” You cry out to him in a last-ditch effort before you fall to your knees with your head in your hands.

But he finally turned around.

You truly were a sight for sore eyes. 

The sight of you reduced to a crying begging mess made his cock twitch. 

If he knew it was this easy to break you down. He would have broken you a long time ago. 

The feeling that coursed through his body while he watched you have a breakdown was foreign. It felt almost orgasmic. 

He almost felt bad. Almost.

When he snaps out of his lust-filled daydream he begins to walk toward your crying form. Crouching when he was right next to you. He watched you so intently. Your head was in your hands while you continued to sob and cry out his name. So consumed by melancholy that you didn’t even notice him right next to you. 

Poor thing.

 “Aw, you’re sorry?” He mocks in a sick faux sympathetic tone. His voice startled you. You were too consumed by your own tears to notice he was now crouched beside you. “And you’ll be a good wife? Hm?” His voice kept that fake sympathetic cadence. It was sick. He knew you were dumb enough to fall for the deceptive sympathy he was feeding you on a silver platter. 

Not even a second passes before you feel a harsh tug on the roots of your hair. 

“You took too long to respond.” 

You’re forced to make eye contact with Anakin once again but this time he has a death grip on the roots of your hair.

“Answer me,” His grip on your hair tightens when you choke on your own words. Being unable to say anything of substance. “Y-yes! I’m sorry I-I– I really didn’t mean to talk back. I'm so sorry, please forgive me.” You were too scared to look him in those piercing eyes. 

“I don’t know— Good wives wouldn’t be so bratty now would they?” He whispers being extra careful to not raise his voice and startle you any more than you already were.

Tears continue to trickle down your cheeks. The way he doubted your ability to be a good wife made you feel worse. If you weren’t a good wife, then what’s the point?

“I– No, good wives don’t talk back and I really shouldn’t have I–” Your sentence was abruptly cut short when you felt the pressure on your scalp release suddenly. Anakin had to hide the smile that began to creep up on his face as he watched you fall to the ground.

The way your hands flailed. Desperate to grab onto something and stop yourself from falling face-first onto the hard floor. It was just too good. 

“What was that? You’ll have to repeat yourself.” He has to hide just how amused he is watching you stumble and hold yourself up in such a state of distress.

By the time you finally found your footing again and held yourself up, you tried your absolute best to not make a big deal out of being dropped by Anakin. You knew it would just result in him mocking you for being so dramatic. 

“I said I–” You start again looking up at the man in front of you hoping to repeat yourself without interruptions this time. 

Silly girl.

Do you think he’d let you finish? 

You don’t get to finish.

Your words and train of thought come to a sudden halt when you feel a sudden sharp sting on your right cheek. 

Did he just fucking slap you? 

“What baby?— I don’t understand.” The shock of being slapped rendered you speechless. Anakin really did just fucking slap you. “You know what– It doesn’t matter. Stand up.” He chirps and stands up waiting for you to follow suit. That fucking asshole didn’t even want to hear what you had to say. It didn’t matter either way. He just wanted to make you look like a fucking idiot. 

The pain lingered on your cheek but you couldn’t let it distract you for too long. You tried your best to stand up as fast as you could in the state you were in. You feared if you took even a little too long Anakin would act unpredictably.

 “See, I knew you could follow my orders. I didn’t even have to repeat myself. Good girl.” He leans in to give your reddening cheek a kiss. “I don’t like hitting my pretty wife. Y’ know, I need you to look perfect,” His voice was softer now. As if he was speaking to an injured animal. 

“You forced my hand Sweetheart. I needed to teach my wife a lesson.” He coos while tucking a stray piece of hair behind your ear. “What kind of husband would I be if I let you act so unladylike?”

“I’m sorry.” You mutter under your breath. Anakin being so gentle after acting so brash made you uneasy. 

 “I’m sorry too baby come here.” He tilts your head up so you’re looking straight up at him. He places a tender kiss on your lips. It felt so pleasant after being taught a ‘lesson’. 

There he was. The sweet, kind, and giving man you married. 

Could you ever stay mad at him?

“How about I make it up to you, yeah?” Make it up to you? As much as you wanted to ask questions you knew better. Especially after the argument you just had. The risk of rehashing was just too high. 

You nod your head in earnest. Whatever he has planned can’t be too bad right? He said he’s making it up to you after all.

You were too forgiving for your own good. 

Bimbo.

Anakin wasted no time wrapping his arms around your delicate body. Taking in the softness of your skin and feeling your every curve before tapping your ass, giving you the queue to jump and wrap your legs around him so he could take you to your shared bedroom. 

He could lift you like you weighed nothing, never once showing an ounce of struggle. You felt so relaxed in his strong arms. 

You allowed him to take you to your bedroom while you nuzzled your face in the crook of his neck taking in the familiar comforting scent of his cologne and soap. 

Anakin walked into your shared bedroom with you in his arms. The familiar atmosphere gives you momentary comfort for the first time that day. 

But why would he take you to your bedroom anyway?

Your question would be answered soon enough when to your surprise he wasted no time placing you on your feet gently and capturing your soft glossy lips in a heated kiss. 

His lips moved hungrily over your soft delicate ones savoring the taste of your spit. Over the short time you two had been married (and dating for that matter) there had never been a kiss with so much need behind it. His hands began to roam your body once again while he continued to devour your lips. Not wanting to stop even for a second. 

“Fuck, I needed to kiss you so bad.” He breathes heavily against your lips before he captures your lips in another heated kiss. 

Anakin kissed you so hard you swore your entire mouth would be bruised. The way he crashed his lips into yours with so much aggression hurt but you couldn’t let him know that. His big hands toyed with the hem of your mini skirt while his tongue began to lap at your lower lip. He began to get a little bored just kissing you. Where’s the fun in just kissing? He wanted a reaction from you. It’s not fun if you’re enjoying yourself a little too much. 

The feeling of his warm soft tongue was suddenly replaced by the feeling of sharp teeth that began to yank and pull at your lower lip like a rabid dog pulling at a piece of meat. 

You watched as Anakin took your lower lip between his teeth. Giving it a sudden and aggressive bite. The pain made your eyes shoot open in surprise. That’s exactly what he wanted. His sharp teeth dug into the delicate flesh of your lip. He wanted to make you bleed and cause as much pain as possible and he wasn’t going to stop until he could taste your blood in his mouth. 

He truly was fucking crazy. He made and never broke direct eye contact while his teeth sank deeper into your flesh. He wasn’t going to stop until he saw those delicious tears form and trickle down your cheeks. The tears that made him so painfully hard. 

As much as you tried to hold back the tears. You couldn’t. 

The pain was overwhelming you and Anakin knew that. The very sight of his wife crying. In pain. Bleeding. Made him so horny he couldn’t even think straight anymore.

“I’m sorry, did that hurt Sweetheart?” He asked and released your lip from the strong grip of his teeth. All you could do was shake your head no, trying your best to ignore the blood that began to seep out of the teeth-shaped impressions in your lip. He smiled admiring the red liquid and teeth marks. “You know what— I have an idea.” 

An idea?

“Yeah, an idea.” He leans in close to your ear and whispers. “How about we try for our first child, yeah? I think we’ve been married long enough. It’s time you give me my first child.”

 Does he really want to try for a child? Right now?

He licks the shell of your ear before shoving your smaller body. “Get on the bed. Now. Don’t move.” A surprised gasp leaves you when you land. Landing flat on your back. 

 “Anakin, wait!” You protest while he crawls on top of you. His larger frame towering over your own. Not giving you any room to move. 

“Wait? For what? Are you really going to refuse to give me a child after you’ve been so defiant?” His hands are on either side of your body making sure you really can’t move.

He fakes a somber gaze. “I-It’s not that just– Fine.” You don’t even try to protest. It was a losing battle either way. You’d never win. 

Well, maybe he was right. 

You two had been married for some months now and there was still no child. Maybe it was time.

“That’s right baby— That’s what I like to hear. Just sit back and let me do what I want.” He leans down peppering kisses on the sensitive skin of your neck. Small moans left your lips as he left open-mouthed kisses on his way down to your collarbone. Tugging the collar of your skimpy crop top down to expose more skin. 

“Ani, don’t leave any marks.” You whine while his mouth attaches to your collarbone. “I won’t mark you where anyone can see.” He mutters against your soft skin before giving it a rough suck. “Mmph, please Ani-” He knew you were the most sensitive on your neck and planned on using it to his advantage. 

The feeling of his warm mouth sucking on the thin skin of your neck felt heavenly. You knew when you woke up tomorrow morning there would be a big purple bruise on your neck. But that wasn’t a concern. Not right now at least. 

It felt too good. 

Before you knew it your soft skin was beginning to become adorned with splotches of red and violet as he made his way around your neck and collarbone leaving no skin untouched. 

Who cares about what you said earlier anyway?

As Anakin makes his way lower and lower he lets out a frustrated huff when he realizes he can’t reach the tender skin of your breasts. “Fuck, I need to see these tits.” 

He abruptly grabs the hem of your crop top. Ripping it in half exposing your entire chest to him. 

“No bra? Dirty girl.” 

A wave of cold air hits your sensitive nubs making you wince slightly. “Fuck, they’re so pretty. I have the prettiest wife.” His gaze was clouded with lust as he took in the sight of your bare chest. His cock strained against the tight constraint of his pants as he leaned in to take your right nipple in his mouth. Giving it a soft suckle and massaging the left. “These tits are so perfect. They’ll be filled with so much milk soon,” He moans into your chest. Imagining the sight of your tits heavy and swollen with milk.

“I’ll take care of these tits so much when you’re pregnant. I’ll drain them every day.” He continues to suck on your right nipple for some time before his grip on your left breast loosened. Eventually letting go and taking it into his mouth while massaging the right.

 His attention fluctuated between the two. Never giving one more attention than the other. He suckled your nipples with so much care. He wasn’t being rough and uncaring. It was pleasant more than anything. Like he was actually trying to extract milk from your swollen tits. 

“Your tits taste so good..” He whimpers as he trails down the valley of your breasts while his now free hands play with the waistband of your mini skirt. “I don’t want to wait any longer.” He pulls himself off of your smaller frame, not before licking his lips and admiring your exposed top half one more time. 

“W-wait are you sure?” You stammer while Anakin fiddles with his button and zipper. You watch him intently as he finally releases himself from the confines of his pants and boxers. 

“Of course I am. It’s your job as my wife to give me a child.” His cock springs free from the restraints. Hissing when the air-conditioned breeze hits his weeping cock. 

The sheer length of his cock was something you could never completely get used to no matter how many times you two were intimate. The girth was even harder to adjust to. You often wondered how he could make it fit in such a small hole. 

His cock looked almost painful the way it stood so tall. Weeping and a shade of soft pink and a darker shade towards the leaking tip. There were a few prominent veins decorating his thick shaft. The tuft of soft pubic hair was neatly trimmed making his cock look even bigger. You braced yourself for the world of hurt you’d soon be in for. 

“‘S gonna hurt,” You whine watching him stroke his cock. He moaned so deliciously when he reached the top, smearing his precum all over the bulbous tip. “It won’t hurt if you let it happen,” He groans while settling himself between your legs and hiking up your mini-skirt. “No panties, hm?” He smirks looking at your bare glistening folds. 

“You really are a slutty little bimbo aren’t you?” He laughed to himself. He grabbed the base of his thick cock sliding his tip between your aching cunt. “Ohh fuck-” He moans under his breath feeling his precum smear on your clit.

 “You’re so wet just from me bullying you.” He teases, continuing to slide his cock up and down your folds. Occasionally catching your clit. “Aniiiiii-” You cry out when he swirls lazy circles around your clit. Your arousal and his precum mixing together. 

“What is it, baby?” He mocks. “It feels good-” You moan while bucking your hips desperate for any kind of friction on your clit. “Oh, does it baby?” He asks while pressing his fat tip to your tight entrance. 

“This will feel so much better.” He bites his lip. Pushing his hips forward slowly inching into your warm cunt. “W-wait I need to adjust I- '' The feeling of being stretched made you cry out. He didn’t even give you a moment to adjust. Asshole.

The stretch made your eyes water and left a dull ache in your lower half. It would subside soon enough when you finally adjusted. You just had to put up with it for now. For him.  

But it felt like forever waiting for him to finally bottom out. He took his time shoving the rest of his thick cock inside your poor little abused cunt.  “Ah– Please Ani—!” Tears pricked your eyes when his hips finally met your soft skin. 

“God, you’re so tight I need to fuck my wife more often don’t I?” The feeling of your tight cunt squeezing his cock like a vice made him want to cum embarrassingly fast. “‘S too much!” The feeling of being filled to the brim made you choke on your sobs. Anakin stood still for a moment and savored the warmth that engulfed his entire length.

You bit your already bloodied lip as you watched him pull almost completely out. Whining at the feeling of being left empty. “It’s not too much, you’re gonna take this like a good girl. Stop being such a fucking brat.” He protests before slamming the entirety of his cock in your abused hole while a stray tear falls down your cheek.

“Are you crying? Don’t tell me you’re not used to this by now.” He snarls. He was getting annoyed watching you cry. You’re such a fucking crybaby. All you do is fucking cry.

*Hic* “I-I can’t you’re so rough,” *Hic* 

“Rough?”

He could show you rough. 

His mechanical hand suddenly slapped you right across your face. “You’re fucking pathetic,” He snaps slapping you across your face again.

Anakin admired how your beautiful face contorted in pain and discomfort. You looked so very beautiful to him at this exact moment.

His mechanical hand hurt a thousand times worse. Not that he cared anyway. He knew it’d be painful that was the point. Each slap was followed by another. He repeatedly slapped your face and showed no signs of stopping.

The pain of being slapped and filled made you want to pass out. You felt as though anything would be better than this. 

But Anakin wasn’t that cruel. He could tell your body was so close to giving out due to all of the abuse he put you through.

“Don’t give out on me now,” He says, annoyed. His thrusts sped up. Not caring that you were on the verge of ‘passing out’ on him. 

The brutal pace at which he was slamming in and out of you made your entire lower half light up with pleasure. Despite all of the shit he put you through only HE knew how to make you feel good and that was clear. 

“I won’t give out— Fuck—“ You moan when Anakin’s heavy balls slap against your skin repeatedly. The way he filled your cunt was so heavenly. The thick girth made your walls stretch to their absolute limit while his length hit the deepest parts inside you. Your eyes rolled into the back of your head when you felt his tip hit your cervix continually. “Feels so fucking good.” You whined. Your thighs were shaking while he continued nailing you. 

You flinch when you feel the cold metal of his mechanical hand cup your face. “Look at me baby,” He whispers pressing his forehead to yours looking you in your fucked out eyes while burying himself to the hilt.

Two of his cold fingers glide over your bloody lip while he maintains eye contact with you. “I love you— so fucking much.” He whimpers looking into your eyes while beads of sweat drip down his forehead. “Don’t ever forget it.” He places a kiss on your bloodied lips. “I love you too,” You moan softly. Everything felt so intimate. It felt so intense. 

With each thrust, he hit that sweet spot every single time and the way his other hand put pressure on your stomach made you see stars. 

That familiar coil was beginning to form in your stomach. You knew if he kept up with the harsh thrusts and the pressure on your belly you wouldn’t last long. He wouldn’t last that long either.

 “You’re so fucking tight and you feel so good.” He buries his face in the crook of your neck while his previously rough thrusts begin to become sloppier by the second.

“I won’t last that long,” He moans into your neck. He was a little embarrassed at just how fast he was approaching his peak.

 The hand that was previously on your stomach moved to rub sloppy circles on your clit with the pad of his thumb. “I’m gonna fucking breed this pussy,” The skin of your neck muffles his speech.

He knew he was moments away from filling you up completely. Getting you pregnant like he wanted. “I’m gonna cum baby—“ He moves from the crook of your neck and gives you a deep loving kiss while thrusting one more time. Releasing his load in your poor cunt.

 

“Oh my fucking god.”

He felt like he came buckets. You had to be pregnant. There wasn’t a doubt in his mind.

A thin layer of sweat covered the two of you while he rested on top of your body. There was a moment of silence before it was cut abruptly by Anakin. “Was I too rough?”

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Spencer Reid letting me sit on his lap while he kisses and marks up my neck would probably fix me

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my phones been stolen :( i need anakin to make me feel better and then go hunt it down

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well behaved padawan

mdni 18+

summary: you had been acting in like a brat all day, pushing Anakin to his limits until he had enough.

warnings: smutty smut smut, fem/ afab reader, dom/sub dynamics, spanking, swearing, p in v, power imbalance, edging/ orgasm denial, praise, degradation, teeny bit of aftercare, creampie, probably more but i’m tired.

A/N: iz actually posting for once??? drinking wine brings out the whore in me so i was possessed to write this.

wc: 1.5k

You know Anakin prefers a compliant padawan, pounding you into submission when the council smites him, or when missions don’t go exactly how he wants. Every now and again however, you can’t help but to act out, and get under that pretty tanned skin of his, and that’s exactly what you had been doing all day, rolling your eyes and sighing when he spoke, dragging your feet as you walked behind him through the temple, making lousy blocks when he lifted his saber at you in training.

Truthfully you didn’t know why you were in such a bratty mood, but you reasoned that you had just been too well behaved as of late and he should have to put in some work for once.

You knew when he pulled you into his quarters he’d be making you sorry for your actions.

"What's wrong Ani?" you purred, running your hands through his hair and tugging gently. “I know we’ve had a long day.”

Anakin's eyes darkened with desire. Almost always, he would take charge, but today, after your behavior he had something a little extra in mind. He sensed a challenge in your eyes, a playful sparkle that hinted at trouble.

"Get off me, brat," he growled, his hands going to grip at your thighs. "You know very well that your behavior today warrants a punishment.”

"Aw, come on, Ani," you cooed, leaning forward so that your nipples brushed against his chest. "I just want to make you feel good. Isn't that what good girls do?"

With a swift move, Anakin pushed you onto the bed, caging you between his arms. "Not this time, little slut. This time, I want you to beg. Beg me to fuck that pretty pussy of yours."

A mischievous glint met your eyes, your inner brat bubbling back to the surface. "Oh, really? And what if I don't want to?" You pushed him away, "Maybe I'll just go find someone else to scratch this itch. Obi-wan looked really really good toda-" *smack* you were interrupted by a harsh backhand across your face, head careering to the right.

Anakin's eyes narrowed, his possessiveness bubbling to the surface. "Oh, you think you can play that game, do you?" He closed the gap between you, his tall, muscular frame intimidating, yet incredibly attractive. "You forget who's in charge here, princess."

"Who's in charge?" you taunted, cheek stinging, yet not quite ready to submit. "I don't see anyone in charge here except me. And right now, I'm feeling very much in control."

Anakin's gaze darkened, and you could see the desire burning in his eyes. He placed his hands on your waist, tugging closer. "You want to play it that way, huh? Fine. But don't say I didn't warn you when it becomes too much for you.”

"You like being a naughty girl, don't you? Teasing me, playing with fire. Well, let's see how well you handle it."

You gasped as he pinned you against the wall, his mouth crashing down on yours in a hungry kiss. You melted into him, your brattish façade slipping as your need for him took over. His kiss was demanding, possessive, and it sent shivers down your spine.

His hands roamed your body, removing your robes as well as his as he went, cupping your breasts, tugging at your nipples, making you whimper into his mouth. Then, sliding his hand down your stomach, to the apex of your thighs, his fingers seeking the heat of your sopping core.

"Somebody's wet baby? It’s pathetic, like she’s crying for me, huh?" he crooned, his breath hot against your ear. "Did thinking about being a bad girl turn you on? Did you touch yourself, imagining it was my hand between your legs?"

you whimpered, head falling back as his fingers teased your clit. "No... I... I wanted you," you gasped, your body thrumming with need.

"Wanted me, huh?" Anakin said, his voice hoarse with desire. "Well, you’re gonna have to wait a little longer first ok? I can’t go around rewarding bad behavior.”

With that, he swept you off your feet and carried you to the bed, his eyes smoldering with a mixture of lust and dominance.

Sitting down on the edge of the bed he placed you, stomach down across his legs, hands roaming the curves of your ass. “Count.” he spat.

Feeling brave you rushed to start counting, before he could hand you the intended punishment. “one, two, three, fo- fuck!” you shrieked the painful stinging being more than you anticipated. “Feel like behaving yet?” he questions, and you can practically feel the smug smirk he's sure to have. You shake your head and let out a tiny “nuh-uh” that comes out more as a whimper as tears start to prickle at your lash line.

He raises his hand again and you tense in anticipation, needy hole clenching as he delivers another equally as mean smack. “T-two” you choke out, tears now freely falling down your face and onto the plush mattress beneath you. “There's my good girl again” Anakin coos, letting his dominant exterior fade for just a second as he strokes the reddened flesh.

His dominance quickly returns to the surface, as he delivers an ever so slightly softer hit to your hind. “Three” you sob, knuckles turning white as you clench your little fists together.

“Two more, pretty girl. You can do that for me right?” he croons, amused by how a few good spanks can completely dissolve your bratty display. You whimper a little “yes” between deep breaths to prepare yourself for the next one.

“Four!” you cry, cursing under your breath. Not wanting to delay any further, Anakin delivers the last firm hit to you. “Fuck-five!” you shout relieved that the onslaught of spankings was over.

Anakin soothes his hands over the new marks he had left, thoroughly enjoying his own handywork.

"Now, be a good girl, get on the bed and spread those pretty legs for me," he said, his voice low and husky.

Your bratty exterior had completely melted away, replaced by a needy, wanton whore. you did as you were told, spreading your legs wide, exposing your sopping pussy to him.

Anakin's eyes devoured the sight before him. "Such a pretty sight," he growled, positioning himself at your entrance, tip grazing your soaked folds. "You ready for me, baby?"

You nodded, your breath coming in short gasps. "Please, Anakin. I need you. Now."

With one swift thrust, he entered you, bottoming out. You cried out, in short broken gasps, your legs twitching as you took his whole length, the stretch was uncomfortable, but not entirely unpleasant, and almost completely eclipsed by the satisfaction of being so full. He began to move, his hips snapping as he plunged in and out of your tight heat.

"Fuck, you feel so good," he groaned, his hands gripping the fat of your thighs as he pounds into you. “Your tight little pussy was made for my cock."

You moaned, your nails digging into his shoulders as pleasure coursed through you. "Please... right there... Oh God!"

His thrusts became more urgent, his body slick with sweat as he drove into you again and again. Your hips bucking up to meet his in perfect synchronicity. The room was filled with the sounds of your combined passion—the slapping of skin, ragged breaths combined, and your moans of pleasure.

"I'm close... so close," you panted, your body tensing as an orgasm built within the pit of your stomach.

With the admission of your impending orgasm, Anakin’s hips stilled, that cocky, knowing smirk plastered on his face. “Hm I don’t know baby.” he croons “I still haven’t forgotten your insolence.”

Your chin started to wobble. Tormented by his throbbing cock still buried deep within, angry red tip weeping inside.

“‘m sorry! Please, just let me!” you cried out, thick, hot tears sliding down your face.

He resumes his movements, this time deliciously slow, allowing you to feel every vein along his length. “Are you going to misbehave again like you did today?” he smirks, knowing he’s got you exactly where he wants; a whiny mess, broken and needy.

You shake your head, tears freely flowing down your face, “ ‘m not, no. never again.” you grip onto him tighter, surely leaving little crescent marks, on the taught skin of his shoulders.

“Promise me baby, y’know I hate not giving you what you want” liar, he’s found this process entirely satisfying, but he doesn't want you to know that yet, not when you've taken his condescension so sweetly.

“Please Ani, i- I promise.” with your verbal pledge he kisses away the sweetly salty tears coating your face before returning to pound into you.

"Cum for me, baby," Anakin growled, his voice thick with his own desire. "Let me feel that tight pussy milking my cock."

Your body shook as an intense orgasm ripped through you, walls clenching tightly around his shaft. "Anakin! Oh fuck!"

Feeling your orgasm, Anakin let go, his own release crashing over him. "Fuuuck!" he grunted, his hips stuttering as he filled you with his hot sticky cum.

Collapsing onto you, he kissed you deeply, their sweaty bodies still joined together. "Gods, baby," he whispered, his breath warm against your skin. You hazily smiled, still vibrating from the intensity of your orgasm. “You’re all sweaty Ani, and heavy. We need to shower.” Anakin hummed, still not ready to move “just five minutes like this princess.”

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@slut4starwarssmut is dead long live @st4rreid

the urge to change my username and go multi fandom

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blue collar!anakin would spend the time he was supposed to be working on your house inside you and still charge you in full like the complete dick he is 🫶🏻

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need anakin to slop on my metaphysical knob



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i feel like a rabid dog

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young bill gates is kinda hot?