#₍ᐢ. .ᐢ₎ bnuuy's drabbles!

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☆ thinkin' bout . . .

. . . jealous anakin?

modern!anakin, blowjob, anakin is an annoying whiny little fuck (as always)

Anakin can't stand the way you flirt with the professor. The way you plaster a bright smile on your face and bite your lip and kick your feet. It drives him up a fucking wall - and the prof reciprocating it makes it no better. when he returns your smile matches your energy, singles you out in class; it makes Anakin wanna puke.

you were acting like the professor was the one who got to hear your whimpers and moans, who got to tangle his hands in your hair and watch spit run down your chin as you gag on his cock.

so he decided to remind you to keep yourself in check by dragging you to an empty room after the lecture. "get on your knees, i don't care." he mutters as you protest in fear of getting caught. despite your not wanting to, you obediently drop to your knees before him, hands resting flat on your thighs as Anakin hastily unfastens his pants.

"do you need help?" you ask, eyebrow raised. "shut up," Anakin mutters as he fumbles with his pants. once he shoved them down and his dick bounced free, his right hand found your hair and his left wraps itself around his shaft, pumping it a few times. "open." he tells you. complying, you open your mouth and stick your tongue out. Anakin lets out a low groan as he smacks his tip on your tongue.

it always irked you - the way he bossed you around when he could barely take any stimulation without his knees buckling. but he was your boyfriend. your whiny, irritating boyfriend.

"keep it open..." he murmurs, sliding his length into your mouth. "ha, ah," he gasps, his pretty teeth biting into his plush lip. "gods, w-wait," you pull off him and sigh, wiping your mouth with the back of your hand. "what? has it been that long? can you not handle it?"

that earns a glare from him. "fuck you," he mutters, then slides his cock back into your mouth. his winces when he feels your teeth graze his shaft. "you're doing it on pur...pose..."

you simply close your eyes and focus on relaxing your throat to let him do his thing. "oh shit, shit," Anakin hisses, picking up the pace. "gonna- ha..." he trails off. you open your eyes to catch a glimpse of his expression, his furrowed brows and parted lips.

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☆ thinkin' bout . . .

. . . just arguing with husband!anakin.

𖦹 cheating, make up/hate sex, anal, doggy, asshole anakin, anakin refers to reader as 'bitch' once, specifically season 7 clone wars anakin (i won't be taking questions)

𖦹 accompanied by All I Need ⋆ Lloyd

"here we go," anakin mutters. you two had been at each other's throats for who knows how long, yelling like you'd lost your damn minds.

you glare at him from across the room, arms crossed over your chest. "yeah here we go anakin," you begin pacing again. "you aren't even listening to a goddamned word i'm saying, anyway!"

anakin, also with his arms crossed, shifts his weight from foot to foot, eyes narrowed. "you're acting out for no reason and you know it. you always want something to fucking complain about. always mouthing off. i could barely get in the house before you were bitching at me." well, that was true. you were waiting, itching to see him come through that door so you could lay into him.

about what? his infidelity. you knew while he was 'at war', he was fucking girls left and right. the smell of perfume you most definitely didn't own would cling to the fabric of his robes when he got home, and his bitchass didn't even try and hide it. he had no reason to, because he knew even if you did stand up for yourself and stop taking his shit, you'd come crawling back. because no one could fuck you like he can.

"am i wrong, anakin?! am i wrong for wanting to confront my husband about his little wartime adventures?" you yell, making him roll his eyes. "you're delusional, you know that? delusional!" when he says that, you immediately get in his face. "delusional, anakin? so i'm just imagining the stench of another woman's tacky perfume on you?" he chuckles and shrugs. he puts his hands on his hips. "might be. you're always cooped up in the house, probably starting to hear things."

"oh fuck you," you turn away. "those girls can have you. see if they put up with your shit like i do." he just smirks as he watches you, head tilted as his gaze fixes onto your hips and ass. "they don't," he begins in a murmur. "i don't stay long enough to give them a chance to."

he was so fucking cocky it made you want to bash your head into a wall. or his.

"is that your poor attempt at reassuring me?" you scoff. "spare me. just go away." anakin walks up to you and puts a hand on your shoulder. "come on baby, don't be like that." he caresses your shoulder, moving his hand down your bicep, to your elbow, pulling your arm back. "i'll stop, i promise." you knew better than to believe him, but he had a way of reeling you back in. no matter what you did, no matter how far away you went, you always ended up back on his dick.

he uses his gloved hand to move your hair out of the way and leans down, his soft lips pressing against the nape of your neck. "anakin, i know you-" he exhales softly. "you don't wanna give me a chance baby?" you feel him smile against your skin. you place your hands flat on the counter in front of you, voice wavering, "anakin,"

"ah-ah," he chuckles, a low vibration that draws a shudder from you that most definitely isn't lost on anakin. "i don't wanna hear anything from you." his hands end up at your hips, thumbs hooking into the waistband of your pants. "don't you think you've done enough talking?"

getting the hint, you go quiet, but still try to resist. after all, he did just come home after bending over who knows how many girls. with a heavy sigh, he pulls away from you. "so you're really gonna play it like this, huh?" anakin laughs quietly to himself. "you're such a bitch, no wonder i'm the only man who'll put up with your stubborn ass. i do so much for you, and you can't even give me the time of day?" he scoffs. "seems like every goddamned time i come home," he once again hooks his fingers into the waistband of your pants, and snatches them down. "always giving me a problem," he mutters under his breath.

"maybe if you didn't give me any reason to, i wouldn't have to sleep around." was he really pinning this on you?! "you act like you don't run me away. it's like i have no other choice but to find comfort in another woman." he was removing his glove, discarding it on the counter along with his belt. his mechanical hand was cold as always as he grabbed your asscheek, artificial fingers digging into your flesh.

"anakin," you try again, but he doesn't let you get a word in. "yeah, anakin anakin anakin, you don't know what else to do with yourself besides bitch and whine." he spits down onto his flesh hand, then lubes up his cock. he smacks it onto your lower back, then spreads your ass to see your puckered asshole. "never letting me get a word in."

as his tip prods at your tiny hole, you gasp. "anakin, 's not gonna- aughh..." your words get caught in your throat as he tries to push in, and he can't help but smirk as he's met with resistance. "maybe you're right, but that's nothing a little force can't help. is it?" you swallow down a moan, and shake your head. "no, no, it can't," you let out a strangled moan as anakin pushes his round tip into you. you felt like you were already stretched to the brim, but his tip wasn't anywhere near the thickest part of his cock.

he leans over you and smiles, then presses a soft kiss just below your earlobe. "now let's try that again."

ᝰ.ᐟ @102hannah

[erosmutt]

☆ thinkin bout . . .

. . . trad husband!anakin and trad wife!reader

𖦹 misogyny, abusive anakin, chauvinistic anakin, selfish anakin, hate sex(?), hair pulling, slapping, bodyshaming, this is so mid 𖦹 accompanied by Back Door Man ⋆ The Doors

you were chatting away on the phone when the front door opened. you had just put your daughter down for bed, dinner was prepared, and now he was home.

your husband Anakin was a nice enough man. when he wasn't pummeling you into the ground. he never drank, so he couldn't defend himself with the 'i was drunk' argument. he didn't have to, because he had no shame. he was a firm believer in traditional gender roles - the man goes out, makes money, and comes home. the wife stays home, cleans, cooks, looks after the kids, welcomes her husband home, does what he asks without question.

an extremely outdated way of thinking, sure, but it oddly enough worked out for the two of you. you had cut off contact with your entire family per Anakin's request, barely (if ever) went out of the house, spent so much time catering to your home that you could clean every crevice with your eyes closed.

but, you liked it. for some reason.

Anakin walks into the living room and you could tell from his aura alone that he had a bad day. without bidding your friend on the other line farewell, you put the phone back onto the base, and stand up. you waited for your husband to speak, but he reared his hand back. with a sneer, he strikes you across the face so hard you stagger and reach to grip the arm of the couch to steady yourself before you could hit the floor.

he just stands there, staring down at you as you get your bearings. "is she asleep?" he asks in reference to your daughter. you nod and stand up, smoothing out your dress. "yes." he nods and begins to loosen his tie. at least he had the courtesy of making sure your daughter would be alright in the time he fucked you.

he turns you around and pushes you down, your hands going to grab onto the back of the couch. this has happened so many times, you already knew the routine. bend over for him, let him use you, and wait until he goes to bed to get yourself off.

after bunching your dress up at your hips, Anakin tugs your panties down spits onto his cock, then slides into you. you hated having sex with Anakin due to his 'taking' attitude. he never made sure to at least pleasure you. it didn't feel romantic, so it didn't feel good. early into your marriage, you brought it up, but that ended with a punch to the face and Anakin screaming at you. needless to say, you learned quick to keep things to yourself.

you ended up lost in your thoughts as Anakin poured all his anger into fucking you. his hand was tangled in your hair, yanking on it and making you wince. his other hand was on your hip, nails digging into your skin. "you've let yourself go," he mutters, making you roll your eyes. you had a 5 month old, of course you had put on weight. what did he expect? you to drop all the weight right after giving birth? then again, he had no care to learn about how women worked, so there was no point in trying to explain.

like every other night, once he cums, he pulls out of you and tucks himself in, then walks off. doesn't even fix your clothes or bother to clean you up. you pull your panties up and tug your dress down, then plop down onto the couch. you glance at the clock. at least he'd be asleep soon. a temporary break until the cycle of his bullshit repeats.

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jealous ani is so pathetically cute (and hot) and ik every Anakin whore would give him the world BUT ain’t no way you gonna let him boss you around like that 😭 PUT HIM IN HIS PLACE, NOW!

WORD! you really gonna let him walk all over you? no! you just couldn't do anything while you were out, especially not at school!

but as soon as you get home, it's a wrap.

"but why are you ignoring me? i didn't even do anything!" Anakin whines, following you around the apartment like a puppy. you were giving him the silent treatment for a reason, obviously. he was an asshole to you earlier for no reason. in what world did you not wanting to get caught sucking his dick warrant a 'fuck you'?

once you finally acknowledge him, it wasn't at all in the way he thought you would. usually you just put up with his shit and coddled him, gave him smooches and cuddles to reassure him you weren't upset. instead of that, Anakin was met with a stinging slap to the face.

you'd never done that before. and he'd be lying if he said he didn't feel his cock stirring in his jeans. i looks at you with wide eyes, blinking a few times before a rosy blush warms his cheeks.

"you never do anything, Anakin." you tell him, crossing your arms. "you can never be blamed for anything, can you?"

he blinks once more. "sorry," he murmurs. he had such an ego that he wasn't even aware of what he was apologizing for, he just knew he had fucked up. "sorry? that's all you have to say? all you have to say is sorry?" Anakin swallows. "yeah, i'm sorry," he nods to reiterate his point.

"well you know what? show me. show me that you're sorry."

[erosmutt]

☆ thinkin' bout . . .

. . . body worship with james kelly and chubby!reader

𖦹 accompanied by Stay Fly ⋆ Three 6 Mafia

"god, you don't get it babygirl," james murmurs into your skin. you were trying to prepare dinner when he came in and just attached himself to you. his hands were all over you, especially on your pudgy stomach. it was his absolute favorite part of you.

his hands roam to your lovehandles, squeezing. down over the front of your thighs, up your front again, to your plush tits. "fuck me," he buries his face into your neck, drunk off the feeling of your soft body.

"james," you begin, dicing up some veggies. "let me cook." he groans, once again grabbing at your stomach. "please babydoll," you sigh and set the knife down, deciding it was futile to try and continue. he was in your way. "please what, jay? do you want dinner or not?"

"fuck dinner," his cock was twitching in his jeans. "let me show you somethin'. turn around." you sigh and turn, and much to your surprise, james drops to his knees in front of you. "what are you doing?" you hiss, but james doesn't budge. he runs his hands up your thighs, then grabs at your wide hips. "you ain't got no idea baby. been thinkin' bout you all fuckin' day."

you knew james liked big girls, but you never thought he would worship one. but he did take pride in you being his girl. you could cook a meal like nobody's business, had a good head on your shoulders, and you were a sight for sore eyes. every time you'd stop by the shop to hand him his lunch, all his coworkers would tease him about his snowbunny girlfriend, telling him how lucky he was and how he better keep you close.

oh but trust, he knew better. there was no way in hell he would fuck up - especially not when you had an ass like that.

ᝰ.ᐟ @102hannah

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☆ thinkin' bout . . .

. . . han solo and anakin skywalker renovating your house! (PART ONE maybe?)

𖦹 insane fucking crossover. strong sweaty men, kinda sorta barely non-con, spitroasting, infidelity, face fucking, face slapping (with cocks), misogynistic han (my fav), reader is referred to as dishwasher once oops

𖦹 accompanied by Slip It In ⋆ Black Flag.

"look at you, little miss housewife, up in the kitchen. makin' sumn for us, doll?" Han asks, taking off his gloves and smacking them down onto the counter. he runs a hand through his sweaty hair, shaking his head, droplets of sweat falling onto the floor. Anakin, who was standing next to Han, rolls his eyes. "she's married."

you turn and look at them, a smile on your face as you gently suckle lemon juice off your fingers. "lemonade, boys. done already?"

it was a nice break - the sound of drilling and banging and hammering and yelling ceased momentarily. a reprieve from Han going 'dammit Skywalker!' every two minutes was very welcome.

"yeah, done already." Anakin confirms. He lifts his shirt, showing off his toned body, and wipes the sweat from his brow. "got the bathroom cabinets up good and sturdy."

you smile as you pour them both a glass of fresh lemonade. "here you go boys," you slide them across the counter. both took their glasses. Han knocked his back like a fucking shot, and Anakin gulped his down with a bit of pacing. they were both parched, having worked all day, especially since it was summertime. Han interjects with a satisfied 'ahh', and Anakin just licks his lips and sets the cup back onto the counter. "so," Han begins. "when's that no-good man a'yours comin' home? been on business for an awful long while, ain't he?"

Anakin rolls his eyes again. "fucking hell," he mutters under his breath. it was no secret that Han had a thing for you. when the men were working, Han would often tell Anakin his fantasies about you.

'god, that fuckin' dress. whorin' 'erself out, ain't she? might as well be wearin paint the way that thing holds onto 'er.' 'i think the dress is pretty.' 'it'd look even better on the fuckin' floor while i bend 'er over.' 'you're so... vulgar, man.' 'stays in the kitchen like a good woman too. got it in check, mhm. can cook and clean. my typa woman.'

this conversation happened only just before they were called to the kitchen for refreshments.

"how 'bout this, dollface," Han starts. "whip us up somethin' for dinner, eh? all that work," he reaches over and pats Anakin's stomach, making the shorter man grumble. "gots us all hungry." as if on cue, Anakin's tummy growls, making you giggle.

"i suppose i can. what d'you have a taste for, hm?" you ask, rinsing out their recently emptied glasses. Anakin can't help but smile. but as opposed to Han, who was waiting to see you as the cute dishwasher you were, Anakin thought you were really sweet for offering them a meal.

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"how was it?" you ask softly as you wash the dishes, house dress swishing as you suds up a plate. the smell in the house was a mix of carbonara and sawdust. Anakin sighs softly, fingers absentmindedly fiddling with his curls. "good." he gives you a smile. but it immediately falls as he sees his partner walk up to you. "Han," he says in a warning tone. it was too late. Han's hands were already on your hips, pulling you back into him as if you were his wife. Anakin groans. "here we go,"

you gasp, dropping the sponge into the sink and gripping the edge of the basin. "look at 'er Ani," Han reaches up and grips your face, forcing you to face Anakin, who gives you a look of sympathy. but you did look good with that innocent confused expression on your face... so he gets up and walks around the counter, watching your eyes widen with what was more than likely fear. it didn't matter, though, that look would be replaced with something else real soon.

soon, not knowing how, you were squatted down on your kitchen floor, hands on either man's cock. Anakin's cock was slimmer, while Han's was fatter. you look back and forth between them - Anakin had his eyes closed and lip being bitten into while Han had a shit-eating grin on his face. "open up sweetheart," Han tells you, stepping in front of you. Anakin follows his lead, and the two men smack their cocks on your face. "shit," Anakin hisses quietly as he rubs his pretty pink tip onto your lips.

Han pushes your hair out of your face and watches as you open your mouth. "tongue out like a good girl," he praises as his partner slides his cock into your warm, wet mouth. Anakin shudders and puts his hands on the back of your head, tangling his fingers into your hair.

"i got an idea, Skywalker." Han says. he taps Anakin's hip and the younger man pulls out of your mouth. Han pulls you up off the ground so you're standing. once you're on your feet, he picks you up. both you and Anakin watch with curiosity, until Han impales you on his cock, forcing himself in until he's buried to the hilt inside you. "ohh," he manhandles you with ease, leans you back, his large hands (and your legs around his waist) the only thing suspending you in midair. "now," he looks up at Anakin. "put it back in 'er mouth."

obeying, Anakin steps up to you, putting his hands underneath your shoulder blades for added support. "oh, god," he whines, voice breathy as he slides into your waiting mouth.

"good girl," Han praises. "takin' 'im good." him and Anakin look up at each other, Han flashes him a knowing smile, as if saying 'good job'. they were most definitely going to do this again the next day they came to fix up your house - and maybe, just maybe, Han would let Anakin fuck you too.

[erosmutt]

☆ ʏᴏᴜɴɢᴇꜱᴛ ᴅᴀᴜɢʜᴛᴇʀ ⨾ 𝗛𝗮𝘆𝗱𝗲𝗻 𝗖𝗵𝗿𝗶𝘀𝘁𝗲𝗻𝘀𝗲𝗻

𖦹 dddne: fauxcest ⋆ dad!hayden x daughter!reader

☆ happy belated Hayden day !

You skip down the stairs happily, backpack over your shoulder as you hurriedly make your way to the front doors. You took the train to school that morning, so you hadn’t seen him all day. Your absolute favorite person - your dad, Hayden. When you pushed the door open, you saw him there, waiting for you, cigarette between his fingers and phone up to his ear as he paced at the car.

With a bright smile, you run to him, catching him by surprise. He must’ve been very into the conversation if he didn’t hear the sound of your Mary Janes against the pavement. He looks down at you and gives a quick smile, then takes a pull from his cig. Is whoever’s on the phone really that important?

“Dad…” You begin, tugging gently on one of the lapels on his coat. He ignores you, making you scrunch your nose in irritation. “Dad,” You tug again, and he gives you a ‘wait a minute’ look. You let out a huff, and begin to pick the little fuzzies off his wool coat.

Once he finally hangs up, he can’t even speak before you’re chewing him out. “I haven’t seen you all day, and you’re ignoring me!” He sighs and gives you a half-smile. “I know, sweets. I was on the phone with your mom.” Oh. That’s why he looked so pissed.

“What did she want?” You ask curiously as Hayden takes your bag, setting it in the back. His cig was long discarded, crushed on the curb. “What does she ever want? She apparently called to wish me a Happy Birthday and we nearly ended up in a yelling match." He opens the passenger door for you, watching as you get in. Once in, he leans over you and puts your seatbelt on for you. You were 18, fully capable of doing it yourself, but he’d always done this since you were small. He’d always given you princess treatment.

You watch as he closes the door and walks around the front of the car to the driver’s side. As soon as he’s in the car, you begin again. “You know what today is, right?” You ask, kicking your feet with the allowed space. He clicks his belt in, and starts the car. “Mm, do I?” He smiles weakly, adjusting himself in his seat. You could tell the conversation he had with your mother - whatever was said in it - really had him discombobulated. He would always give you his full attention. Well, ¾ of it when he was driving.

“Yeah.” Your mood was beginning to dampen. You reach down and pick at a string on your navy blue skirt. “Your birthday.” He nods, giving a soft hum in response as he pulls off. “My birthday.” He sighs and relaxes in his seat, left hand on the wheel and the other resting on the console. “Don’t sound so bummed, honey. When people get older, they just don’t get as excited about their birthdays as you guys.” You lay your head against the window, looking out at the buildings that blur past. It was an overcast day anyway. Maybe it just wasn’t supposed to be a celebratory day.

Once you two were home, he went to the kitchen while you went up to your room. You had planned a whole thing - bought pretty underwear, planned on making a cake together with him. You hear him call to you from the bottom of the stairs. “How does takeout sound, kiddo?” He isn't using his nicknames for you. 'Sweets,' 'Princess,' 'Honey'… They always make you giggle and blush, no matter what. How can you get into the mood if he isn’t entertaining you?

You come out of your room clad in your white tights and bra, hands resting gently on the doorway. “Just get whatever, I don’t care.” You see his eyes flicker down to your chest, then back up to your face. “How about pizza? Chinese, maybe?” Once more, he glances at your chest, then back up to your face. You shrug once more. “Just whatever.” You repeat, making his face fall. “You have to work with me, sweets. You know how you get. I get something you don’t like, you make me drive you 40 minutes for something outlandish. Like kebabs.” You would have giggled if you weren't so bummed.

“Just get pepperoni.” As you retreat back into your room, Hayden comes up the stairs and follows after you. He looks around your room - at the posters on the wall, the fairy lights strung along your headboard, and the picture of you two on your vanity. He plops down on your plush bed, leaning back on his hands as he watches you shimmy out of your tights. “What’s wrong?”

You toss them, fabric flowing through the air and landing on the bed, just missing your dad’s thigh. “I don’t want to talk about it.” You dismiss him quickly, making him sigh exasperatedly. “If you don’t talk about it, I can’t figure out what’s wrong, and won’t be able to help you, sweets. So, come on.” He sits up and pats his lap. “Lay it on me.”

This was too good to be true.

Hesitantly, now in your bra and panties, you perch yourself on his thigh. He reaches down and puts your legs over his lap, other arm wrapping around your midsection. “Tell me all about it.” He was giving you that pretty, pretty smile. You mirror it. Everyone always told you - you smile just like your dad.

“I just thought you’d be more excited for your birthday, dad.” You murmur. The clock on the wall ticks, seconds going by before your dad gives your side a gentle squeeze; But he doesn’t speak. You continue, “I miss when I was little. You’d let me throw you birthday tea parties with all my plushies, and we’d have those nasty artificial store-bought cupcakes with the red frosting. Is red even still your favorite color?” He chuckles. “It is.”

A handful more seconds pass. You two just stare at each other. You swallow down your growing anxiety. “I want to do something more for you… But I can’t if you don’t let me, you know.” He pulls you up further onto his lap. “What did you have in mind, sweets?” He murmurs softly, hand coming to cup your face, thumb rubbing gently across your rosy cheek. You lean into his touch, biting at your bottom lip. “Can I show you?” When he nods, you slink off his lap, and point to the seat of your vanity. “Sit there, and close your eyes.” His brows furrow in confusion, but he obeys your command, going over to the small pink-cushioned bench.

He heard a shit ton of rustling and shuffling before hearing your bed gently creak in protest underneath your weight, followed by a gentle exhale. “You can open them now dad.” Boy, when he did, the sight that greeted him caught him off guard immensely.

You. In the nude, legs spread wide, a pink jelly dildo in your hand. “Honey,” You shake your head. “Hush. Just watch, okay?” He couldn’t refuse his little girl. He swallows and licks his lips, hands resting flat on his thighs. The tip of the dildo rubs up and down your slit, makes a little circle over your clit, then slides back down. He didn’t dare look away.

Never in his life would he admit he’d gotten himself off to the thought of his daughter like this - never before now, at least. Your lithe, youthful, supple body had enraptured him for who knows how long, but all he could do was listen through the wall during nights you pleasured yourself, falsely assuming your dad was sleeping.

“Hnn…” He hadn’t even noticed that the fake cock was a fourth of the way in your tiny virgin pussy. He’d kill to be in its place.

You couldn’t help but feel filled with cocky satisfaction at the sight of your father’s cock hardening along his thigh. It was a dream come true. Ever since you were just a girl, you’d had a crush on your dad. Whenever he’d pick you up and spin you around, your little feet would kick and a happy giggle would leave your lips, and he’d press a kiss to each of your pink cheeks, big hands on your waist and pretty eyes fixed on yours.

Hayden’s hand absentmindedly begins to palm his cock through his jeans. “Dad,” You drawl, the sound of your gentle plea accompanied by the lewd squelch of your pussy getting penetrated by the 8 inch dildo he had no idea you even owned until today. “You bought that for me? Just for me?” He asks, legs spreading as he fumbles with his button and zipper. You nod, toes curling and eyes closing shut. “Jus’ for you,” The poor man wasn’t strong enough for this! He’d been single for years, and jacking off wasn’t cutting it. Now one of his biggest fantasies was soon to come true - getting to fuck his pretty, barely legal daughter.

Once his cock is free from the stuffy confines of his jeans, he quickly finds the matching rhythm, and pumps his cock to the strokes of the jelly dildo going in and out of your cunt. “God,” He rasps, eyes half-lidded as he watches your face contort in pleasure. Eyes rolled back, lips parted. Perfection.

“Gonna cum,” You gasp, squirming about on the bed. “Gonna cum, dad.” He bucks his hips up into his hand, eyes trained on your glistening folds. “Keep going sweets,” His voice was strained, cheeks flushed. “Like that - shit, just like that.” You whine softly, back arching up off the bed as you throw your head back. “Wan’ you to cum in me,”

He wastes no time in getting up and making his way to you. He grabs your ankles and snatches you to the end of the bed, taking the dildo out and away from you, discarding it on the bed next to you. “Fuck,” He guides his cock into your entrance, knees nearly buckling at the sensation of your gummy walls enveloping him. It’d been so long since he’d been inside a woman.

“Inside you,” He repeats after you, leaning down to cup your face. “Inside you?” You nod eagerly, reaching up and tangling your hands in his curls. Both of your faces were flushed, sweat dampening your foreheads. “Nowhere else.” You whisper. Neither of you broke eye contact - refusing to. Unable to.

Hayden’s hips stutter as his eyes flutter closed. His seed spurted into you, the most he’s ever cum in months. “Ohhh…” he swallows, trying to catch his breath. You play in his curls, both of you basking in the afterglow of a dream come true.

“My little girl,” He murmurs, pressing a soft kiss to your sweaty forehead. “Always giving the best gifts.” His voice is now a whisper as he gently rubs your red cheeks with the pads of his thumbs. “This is the best one so far, I think.”

He stands straight and looks down, slowly pulling his softening penis out of you. A shaky exhale along with a shudder is his reaction at the sight of you pushing his warm load out of your hole. “Good girl,” He whispers as he runs his hands through his hair. “The best girl.” You smile brightly as you lay your head back. 

“Happy Birthday, daddy.”

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SAM COMING CLEAN TO READER THAT HE'S SELF MEDICATING/IS A JUNKIE. and being all sad and pathetic and scared she is gonna leave him! Stoooooooop i have a savior complex and also want him to cry fuck me

-exam girlie

i was JUST writing sam and dealer!reader, oh gosh. as you wish! <3 (had to add a line break bc it's kinda long, not proofread oops)

𖦹 drug mention, whiny crybaby sam, he is such a good boy and eager to please, angst, make up sex ig, reader is NAWT happy!

𖦹 accompanied by Great Big White World ⋆ Marilyn Manson

"just- hear me out, okay?" Sam asks, rubbing his arms up and down while he paces your living room. you lean back into the couch, "i'm listening." this was the first time you'd seen him in a week. he was hospitalized after taking a speedball with Corey and Josh.

"i... i've been- it's 'cause-" he groans in frustration, tangling his hands in his hair and tugging. you watch, letting him do his thing. "i just.." he once again trails off, then sniffles. his voice wavers too - was he crying? you'd never seen sam cry. not once. ever.

he comes over and plops down onto the couch, elbows resting on his knees. he was going through a withdrawal - his eyes were bloodshot, he was shaking uncontrollably, and he looked like he hadn't slept in eons.

"i know you're gonna be mad at me, okay? i already know!" he whines. you sigh. "Sam, just tell me, alright?" you were getting sick of him beating around the bush. he always did this shit - whines and stomps his feet and flaps his sweater paws and shifts his weight and shimmies around and pouts. and you ate it up every time. because he was your boyfriend. and it was adorable.

his hand comes up to fiddle with his labret. "i use..." he murmurs softly, and you can't do much but blink at him. you knew he smoked weed, but hard drugs? then you're filled with irritation.

"Corey and Josh did this, didn't they? put you up to this?" you stand, and cross your arms. Sam immediately follows suit, now looking down at you. "wait! wait, listen okay?! you gotta listen, please!" he takes a shaky breath. "i- you don't understand! please, listen- don't leave me, don't leave me, please."

you just stare up at him. "you lied to me, Sam." he huffs and stomps his foot like an angry bunny, squirming around. "i didn't!" "you did! you told me you weren't going to get into any trouble with them, Sam!"

the look in your eyes made him want to cry. you were pissed, and it was all his fault. everything was always all his fault, wasn't it?

"just forget it!" he yells, tears spilling down his cheeks. "you never listen to me! never! you're just like my parents!" and that really pissed you off. in a swift motion, you reach up and grip his face, making him look down at you. "i never listen to you, Sam? who's always been there for you, huh? who's always supported you? let you stay over when you run away from home, when you need someone to talk to because your parents don't want to be bothered? huh? but i don't listen? i don't care?"

oh he most definitely fucked up. you were completely right - he went to you for every damn thing. every minor inconvenience, and you always entertained him and helped with whatever it was. his shoelace was knotted? you got it undone for him. he wanted you to do his homework because he was busy getting high? you did it. and he had the nerve to imply you didn't give a fuck about him.

"wait!" Sam cries, wrapping his arms around you. "i didn't mean it, i didn't. i just feel like you're getting mad at me, and i hate when people are mad at me, 'cause i feel like i'm gonna get yelled at, and-" he stops his ramble and sniffles. "'m sorry."

and there goes all your resolve. he was so precious (and pathetic), you couldn't stay mad. if you were mad at anyone, it was his bitchass friends you would be having a talk with soon. you sigh softly and rub his back. "it's okay Sammy, i'm sorry for yelling."

he hiccups, and pulls away, wiping his snotty nose with his sleeve. "really?" he asks, and before you nod, he pouts. "you're lying!" you raise an eyebrow. what was he on about now? "you're just saying that to get me to shut up, aren't you?" here comes the waterworks. again.

and your resolve was back. "Sam-" "no! i'm so sick of you all! you never try and listen to how i feel!" you sigh and put your hands up in surrender. "fine." you don't want to argue. you turn to walk off, making Sam stop and look at you. "...babe?"

you begin walking, and he steps to you, tugging you back by your shirt collar. "babe! where are you going?!" with a roll of your eyes, you turn around and glare up at him. "to give you some fucking space, because you're pissing me off and i'm not in the mood to deal with you."

he'd never heard such harsh words from you before! you'd never told him off, you always coddled him!

"w-wait!" oh, he was stuttering now. how pathetic. "i can make it up to you! please! let me, please." he shifts around nervously, then cups your face and leans in, smashing his lips against yours. you reluctantly kiss back, but his desperation made him so aggressive that you had to hurry up to keep pace, his tears and snot getting onto your face.

"hmm, mmph," he pulls away, a string of saliva that connected your tongues snapping once he licks his lips. "lemme make it up to you," he once again wipes his snot away with his sleeve. "i can, i promise." when you just give him a look, he takes it as a yes and begins to frantically undress himself until he's just in his plaid boxers and socks and shoes. he guides you to the couch and pushes you down, tugging at your jeans as if he was running out of time. "gonna make it up to you, promise," he murmurs, pulling them (along with your panties) off you.

he takes himself out and spits down onto his hand, then rubs it over his cock. as soon as he pushes inside, he lets out a bitchy whine and nearly collapses on top of you. "wait, i got it, promise-" you noticed he always said that. he promised. you had yet to see him keep one, though.

Sam's eyes begin to well with tears again, his nose getting runny. "wai- wait wait wait," he exhales shakily then swallows. "i can do it..." he sniffles, his hips slowly moving forward until he bottoms out inside you. "hnn," he sniffles, warm tears falling onto your face.

he was dead set on pleasing you. he thrusts his hips against yours, tears continually falling onto you - your face, neck, and shirt, depending on where he was. "din' mean to make you upset," he murmurs, trying to focus on not cumming prematurely. "always- hhhuh- do that," his arms were shaking, he could barely hold himself up. "hate making you mad, y'know,"

finally losing his strength, he falls forward, his weight now pressing into you, drawing a huff from you. "oh god, Sam-" he lets out a low whine, nuzzling against your cheek, smearing tears onto your skin. "please don' be mad anymore babe, don't," you wince, trying to push him up by his shoulders to no avail. he was a heavy thing. "alright, i'm not," and him fucking you wasn't really making it up to you. he was just sobbing pathetically and using you as a goddamned tissue while he rutted his hips like a virgin.

he did cum prematurely, surprise surprise. he was so fucking pathetic it was laughable. but he was your pathetic laughable boy nonetheless. it took him an entire ten minutes to recover, all his weight on you as he laid on you with no care for crushing you. he was silent besides his panting, and you could do nothing except stroke his hair to hopefully coax him to sleep. you would have an actual productive conversation with him sometime soon, not able to handle another fit from Sam.

ᝰ.ᐟ @102hannah

[erosmutt]

☆ thinkin' bout . . .

. . . hayden and reader with an oral fixation

you both were laying on the couch, your back against his chest. his pretty, slender middle finger was in your mouth as you suckled calmly, reading on your phone. hayden on the other hand was lazily pressing the 'down' button on the remote, searching for something to watch. it was all so boring. the news, the bachelor, the news again, infomercials, then he finally settled on QVC.

"don't we need a springform pan?" he asks, tossing the remote onto the coffee table. you look up and watch as the host talks about the non-stick pan. pulling off his fingers, you smile, eyes heavy with sleep. "yeah, i do actually. i've been wanting to make a cheesecake."

hayden smiles and strokes your cheek with his thumb. "raspberry?" you shake your head. "blackberry." he nods. "sounds interesting. i think it'd be good." you part your lips. getting the memo, he slips his middle and ring fingers into your mouth to the first knuckle. "relax sweets, i'll be here when you wake up."

ᝰ.ᐟ @102hannah

[erosmutt]

☆ thinkin' bout . . .

. . . baker's assistant anakin who is an absolute sweetheart! PART ONE

"what do you mean i have to close up by myself?!" Anakin whines as he stands before you, a bowl of freshly whipped chantilly in his hands. you look up at him, your hands behind your back as you untie your apron. "i told you this last month, Ani."

oh. you did tell him a good while ago that you were going to be gone for your sister's bachelorette party that you were sure would last into the ungodly hours of the night. the bakery closed at 8pm - there was no way you would be back in time to close up considering the party started at 5pm.

he shifts his weight squirming around. "but- but, i need you here! i can't close up by myself!" he complains, setting the bowl down. "who's gonna be here to make sure i don't mess anything up?"

you sigh and take your apron off, then hang it up on its designated hook. "you aren't a child, Anakin. you can manage without me." you try to mask the irritation in your voice, failing, making Anakin wince. his worst fear was coming true - making you mad.

"wait!" he steps forward and gently tugs on your sleeve. "i'm sorry, can- can we just take the day off together?" he gives you a meek smile.

there was no way you could say no to him when he was looking at you like a kicked puppy. then, you got an idea. why not just bring him along? he could be your plus one!

"fine, fine. how about this, do you want to come with me tomorrow?" you smile softly. Anakin perks up and gasps. "really?!" he smiles brightly. in a swift motion, he wraps his arms around you, hugging you tightly. "you're the best!" he pulls back and looks at you, hands on your shoulders. "i promise i'll be the best plus one!" he winks, making your smile brighter. "alright, alright, i believe you. the best plus one."

[erosmutt]

☆ thinkin' bout . . .

. . . jealous corporate team member anakin (snippet ooo)

𖦹 modern!Anakin, milf!reader, based off '내가 먼저 너희 엄마 먹을게 (naega meonjeo neohui eomma meogeulge)' / 'I'll Eat Your Mom First'

Ever since the day Anakin found out that his team leader was someone he could get revenge through, he’d started plotting it.

You were the sweet, charismatic team leader. Looked out for everyone, did frequent check-ins, even hosted extravagant team outings. Everyone adored you; there was no reason for anyone to not like you!

it all started the day you were in a hurry to leave the office, bumping into Anakin. your eyes lit up when you saw your youngest team member! "Anakin!" you greet, giving him a wave as you both step into the elevator. "how was your day today? i saw you were working hard!"

you were always so sweet and bubbly. it was so unfortunate he would have to break you down.

"was fine." Anakin replies dryly, feigning disinterest. you pout up at him. "come on, nothing interesting happened?" you smile and place your hand on his bicep, giving it a reassuring squeeze. "just so you know, you can tell me anything Ani."

once the doors open, the two of you step out together. "i'm supposed to be meeting my daughter for dinner, but i think she might be running late." you tell him. you begin rambling, and he gives you a smile.

he knew exactly who your daughter was. she was the worst bully his high school had seen when he was a teen. she was ruthless, and the reason Anakin had tried to end his life numerous times. it was almost too good to be true. his pretty team leader was his former bully's mom!

"team leader," he begins. "there're so many people," he puts his hand on your lower back. "stay close, okay?" you look up at him and nod. "thank you Ani,"

and so it began! Anakin could see her - Anais - standing outside waiting for you. Anakin knew she wouldn't recognize him right off the bat. he'd grown so much since high school. grown out his hair, gone to therapy, learned how to work through things without resorting to extreme methods.

when Anais saw Anakin for the first time in years, she most definitely did not expect to see him with his arm wrapped around her mom's waist as if he owned her or something.

[erosmutt]

☆ thinkin' bout . . .

. . . brothers Scott and Sam x teacher!reader (PART ONE)

𖦹 age gap, teacher!reader, reader has a mida rana complex, sub!scott, sub!sam

"you two have repeatedly gotten yourselves into trouble. acting out, being caught with drugs and alcohol, skipping class. what do you two have to say for yourselves, hm?"

the two students - Sam and his brother Scott - stand before you in your classroom. you had called them after school, at precisely 5 o'clock, knowing no one would be around. "i should send you to the Dean tomorrow, shouldn't i?"

the two immediately perk up, but Scott was more in a panic than his brother. "no! no, Miss, please! if he finds out, i could get kicked off the football team!" he pleads, tugging at the hem of his sweater anxiously. you look over at Sam and raise an eyebrow. he just looks away, shoving his hands into his pockets, making the chains on his shorts jingle. he gives you a shrug. "whatever, i don't care. tell him."

this sends his brother into a worse panic. so, you intervene.

"how about this, boys," you begin, getting up out of your chair. your heels click against the floor, making Scott step back. "i'll let you two off the hook, if, you come to tutoring sessions after school." that earns you a groan from Sam and a whine from Scott. "no." they say at the same time.

"oh, but yes! or would you rather i tell the dean about your little escapades during passing periods?"

Scott, desperate to save his ass, nods his head frantically. "yes! yes, fine! we could start now if you want! just please don't tell!" you smile and reach up, gently pinching his rosy cheek between your thumb and forefinger. "good boy! you're setting an example for your brother, aren't you?" he nods, looking down at you. "mhm, example."

Sam rolls his eyes and looks at you and his brother. "you're such a fucking pushover." he tells Scott, drawing a scoff from him. "no i'm not!" you just smile, gently stroking Scott's bicep, tracing the contours of his muscle with your fingertips. "well Sam?"

he sighs heavily, then rubs his hand over his face. "fuck it, fine."

The next day, you and Scott were sitting across from each other in the classroom. you thought it'd be nice to arrange the desk a different way and sit at one with him to make it more comfortable, and to not make him feel as if he was getting talked at, but mentored 1-on-1. also to lull him into a false sense of security.

"i think Sam flaked, Miss." he murmurs, rubbing the sleep out of his eyes. you lift your leg, resting your foot on the chair between Scott's legs, teasing his crotch with the toe of your black pump. he shifts in his seat, and just as he opens his mouth to speak, the classroom door swings open. it slams against the wall then closes as Sam walks in. he slides into the desk next to you.

"sorry," he murmurs. you give him a smile. "no worries Sam, your brother and i were just chatting." he shrugs and pulls his notebook out of his bag, slapping it onto the desk. meanwhile, Scott was biting his lip as you rubbed your foot over his now half-hard cock.

Sam opens his notebook to a clean page, clicking open his pen. he titles his paper, completely oblivious to what was happening to his brother underneath the desks.

[erosmutt]

In a crowd of cool alt kids that deem you a 'normie' Sam chooses to hang out with you 🥹

EEK the fact that this has happened to me (being deemed a 'normie' and getting kicked out of a friend group lmao. ONLINE TOO.)

it'd totes be because of your music taste. you don't dress the part, but you love metal and goth metal. of course to keep up appearances, in front of your 'friend group', Sam will be like, "yeah, you're pretty lame." but when you two are alone, more than likely because you have the same class, he's just kinda like,

"i think you're pretty cool, fuck those guys." and as soon as you get home you're all giggly and jumping around your room. and you text the groupchat and ask if they want to get coffee in the morning and they all agree.

but everyone flakes except Sam.

and he feels like he got punched when he sees you all normal looking in your jeans and t-shirt and boots, hair back in a low ponytail. he sees you sitting alone at the window of the cafe and your nose is red and your eyes are puffy and you've most definitely been crying, but when he asks you about it you just brush him off.

so he orders like, a black coffee and sits down next to you.

"sorry about them, i know how it feels. sucks." he sips his coffee then makes a face cause it's gross, and you giggle and give him your white mocha and he ends up liking it.

so then everyday after that, you two go for coffee together in the morning and both get white mochas.

whether he wanted to admit it to those other assholes, Sam really could be sweet, as he showed you many times.

[erosmutt]

౨ৎ SAM MONROE.

⋆ SAM'S PLAYLIST ⋆ ♱ SAM'S SNUFF FILM COLLECTION ⋆

౨ৎ DRABBLES.

ᯓ★ two-timing teacher (starring Scott Barringer)

ᯓ★ two-timing teacher PART TWO (starring Scott Barringer)

ᯓ★ sam confesses to using

ᯓ★ sam w/ a tyler, the creator gf

ᯓ★ footsies with sam at dinner

౨ৎ FICS.

ᯓ★ ꜱʟᴇᴇᴘᴏᴠᴇʀ

ᯓ★ 𝖗𝖊𝖆𝖓𝖎𝖒𝖆𝖙𝖎𝖔𝖓 𝖙𝖊𝖈𝖍𝖓𝖎𝖈𝖎𝖆𝖓 [ᴠᴏʟ. ᴏɴᴇ]

౨ৎ BOTS.

ᯓ★ [c.ai - ORIGINAL] Stepbro Sam (and hyper-religious!USER)

ᯓ★ [c.ai] watching Sam and Alyssa break up

ᯓ★ [c.ai] Academic Rival Sam

ᯓ★ [j.ai] Stepbro Sam (and hyper-religious!USER)

ᯓ★ [j.ai] Midwest Emo Stepbro Sam (and southern gothic!country!USER)

ᯓ★ [j.ai] Catholic Preacher's Son Sam (and satanist!USER)

ᯓ★ [j.ai] Vampire Sam (twilight au)

ᯓ★ [j.ai] Yandere Sam

ᯓ★ [j.ai] Stepson Sam (and stepmom!milf!USER)

[erosmutt]

☆ thinkin' bout . . .

. . . the twilight baseball scene, but it's anakin

𖦹 accompanied by Supermassive Black Hole ⋆ Muse

his white jeep wrangler was splashed and streaked with mud as he pulled up to the empty field. you wondered how the hell you'd be able to play ball out in this. it wasn't raining (for once, considering you lived in Forks), but it was nasty from the storm that happened the night before. after coming to a stop, you wait patiently.

your door opened and your boyfriend, Anakin, had an excited grin on his face. "come on princess," he reaches over and unclicks your belt, then lifts you out of your seat, placing you on the muddy ground. "it's not that bad, trust me." he slams the door closed, then takes his baseball cap off and places it onto your head before walking off to the trunk.

you look down and step in place a few times, the squish of the mud making you grimace. the sound of metal clinking together was heard as Anakin retrieves the bats and balls out of the trunk, slinging the bag over his shoulder. "lighten up princess!" he says, a heavy hand coming down onto your shoulder, pulling you into him. "it's a good day to play ball."

"you and i have different ideas for a good day to play ball, i think." you mutter, walking with him. he chuckles. "get rid of whatever crawled up your ass, it's gonna be fun babes, i promise."

it was a wonder he wasn't cold in this god awful weather - wearing only a white pinstripe jersey and some jeans, not even an under shirt. mist gathered in tiny pricks on his arms as the two of you made your way to the middle of the field, his jeep fading out of view due to the fog.

once at his desired spot, he drops the bag and takes out a bat and ball, then walks to you. "about time i teach you how to pitch, princess." he smirks, positioning himself behind you and dropping a baseball into your hand. getting a feel for the weight of it, you make a face of disdain. "i don't think i'll ever get good at pitching, Ani."

Anakin just laughs and gives your hip an affectionate pat. "you got this baby." he urges. "just reel your arm back, and chuck."

you follow his instructions, but the ball doesn't go nearly as far as you hoped. he grins, then wraps his arms around you from behind, resting his chin on your head. "no worries princess, you'll get better at it soon." he leans down to press a kiss just below your ear. "mm, right?" he murmurs, lips soft against your skin. "what do i always say?"

leaning back into his touch, you smile a little, closing your eyes. "practice makes perfect." Anakin hums in response. "yeah it does baby, yeah it does." he smiles against your skin, lips moving further down your neck. "so let's get to it."

ᝰ.ᐟ @102hannah

[erosmutt]

౨ৎ HAYDEN CHRISTENSEN.

⋆ HAYDEN'S PLAYLIST

౨ৎ DRABBLES.

ᯓ★ oral fixation

ᯓ★ emetophobia comfort

౨ৎ FICS.

౨ৎ BOTS.

ᯓ★ [c.ai - ORIGINAL] asking DILF!Hayden for a baby

ᯓ★ [j.ai] asking DILF!Hayden for a baby

ᯓ★ [c.ai] you help Briar find Hayden

ᯓ★ [c.ai - ORIGINAL] model Hayden (and stylist!USER)

ᯓ★ [j.ai] model Hayden (and stylist!USER)

ᯓ★ [j.ai] engaged to Hayden, raising your daughters together

ᯓ★[c.ai - ORIGINAL] Hayden meets the Playmate of the Year - you!

ᯓ★ [j.ai] Hayden meets the Playmate of the Year - you!