#emo!Anakin skywalker??

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౨ৎ oh ! dear diary, i met a boy !

౨ৎ 𝗽𝗮𝗶𝗿𝗶𝗻𝗴 — step!bro anakin x fem!reader

౨ৎ 𝘀𝘂𝗺𝗺𝗮𝗿𝘆 — your stepbrother anakin finds your diary full of all your dirty little secrets

౨ৎ 𝘄𝗼𝗿𝗱 𝗰𝗼𝘂𝗻𝘁 — 6k

౨ৎ 𝘄𝗮𝗿𝗻𝗶𝗻𝗴𝘀 — swearing, stepcest, smut ( masturbation f and m, oral sex f and m, vibrator, degradation, praise, use of the term slut/little slut, unprotected sex, p in v, fingering, overstimulation ) i think that’s all !

౨ৎ 𝗵𝗼𝗽𝗲 𝘀𝗽𝗲𝗮𝗸𝘀 ! — someone call the psych ward immediately !

part two part three masterlist

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anakin groaned in annoyance as he stormed up the steps at his mothers command asking him to fetch his stepsister for some reason or another. he barged into your bedroom not bothering to knock, he always liked seeing you jump, sometimes you were on your bed, phone dropping from your hands as your lips parted in surprise. other times you were perched at your vanity catching his eye in the mirror with horrified delight. but his favourite would always be when he entered your room to find you clad in nothing but a pair of white panties. your face had been painted crimson, eyes clutching your breasts but he could still see your rosy nipples peeking beneath your manicured nails, pert from the cold winter air.

but this time, much to his disappointment he found the room empty, your fairlights glittered along the ceiling and the pink lamp beside your bed cast light on the little book had seen you clutching to your chest every so often, it was hot pink and dotted with stickers of various celebrities that he despised. you had always been protective of it, even your father had once gained a slap to the hand when he tried to touch your book. so anakin knew he had no choice, he slowly entered the room further, noting the sound of rushing water from the bathroom. perfect.

he crossed your room in a matter of seconds and scooped up the book, flicking through a couple pages, the first few he saw held nothing of interest and he skimmed through. there were no dates but he could tell they were from before your father and shmi had bought the house and blended your family, he read a few sentences of you complaining about school, and friend drama and almost called it a bust. his innocent priss of a stepsister was the same in her diary as she was every day. that was until he skipped ahead and found his name appearing. with new found interest he settled down on your bed.

/ anakin came back from college today and he actually looked happy to see me, or he smiled when he got out of the car which is a first. i wish he would smile more, he looks so pretty when he smiles.

anakin scoffed at this, rolling his eyes, this had only been a few weeks ago and he had been laughing at a text just moments before, but of course you would think he was happy to see you. you always greeted him the same, glossy lips twisted in a saccharine smile as you bounced on the balls of your feet, begging for an ounce of attention from him. it was ridiculous, but he had to know more.

/ anakin is fixing up dad’s old car in the driveway so that he can use it, i’ve never been so happy for my father’s hoarding tendencies in my life. i was sat at my window for two hours today watching him. he was wearing that black wife beater, the one that makes his arms look even bigger than usual, so muscly and strong. i wonder what it would feel like for him to pick me up, and feel his muscles against my back, they look so good when they’re tensed. he was so sweaty too, i wanted to run out there and lick it from his skin, how disgusting but wow, i wish i took a picture of him like that. soaked in sweat and oil.

anakin’s jaw was agape, his sweet innocent stepsister wasn’t such an angel as he once thought. his dick twitched beneath his sweatpants at the thought of you perched on your window seat with a perfect view of him working rubbing your thighs together, desperate for his touch, his taste. it was taboo, disgusting, your parents were married and here you were writing dirty little fantasies. he loved it. addicted to the words you had spilled across the page in pretty gel pens.

/ dad asked me why i was so distracted today at dinner, how could i not be? anakin came down in just shorts and i swear i could see everything, he’s bigger than i imagined, i probably wouldn’t even be able to fit my hand around it, but ellen said boys like that. i wonder what it looks like, i’ve only ever seen them in porn. anakin didn’t even notice anything was off with me, didn’t notice me staring. i wish he would.

“fuck,” anakin hissed, his dick was now almost fully hard and throbbing. who knew you were such a slut, fantasising about his cock at the dinner table. if he had known… god he wanted to fucking ruin you. show you how to take his dick, watch as you choked and cried around it as he forced it past your swollen lips. he wanted to paint you in his cum and not stop until you were a shaking writhing mess. he knew you were hot, had thought it the second he saw you, your hair in braids clad in ivory like some kind of fallen angel but had pushed it away, you were his stepsister for fuck sake, but now…

/ he walked in on me changing today, i was only in my underwear and he laughed, but i caught him staring at my boobs, i made sure not to cover them properly and it worked. i got so wet, i don’t think i’ve ever come so hard before. i wanted him to do something, walk over to me and rip my hands away, push me on the bed and fuck me till i saw stars, but instead i just had to use my vibrator. sometimes i wish he could hear me moaning through the wall, maybe he can.

“little fucking slut,” anakin said to himself as he glanced across the page, hand cupping his rock hard cock through his trousers, your words were depraved, desperate. maybe he should walk into the bathroom right now and take you like you were so desperate for, you would have no trouble spreading your legs for him, would probably beg for it, do anything he asked. his perfect little fuck toy. he couldn’t help himself anymore, spitting on his hand and slipping it down his trousers tugging at his cock as he continued to read.

/ i bought a dildo today from ann summers but i’m scared, my fingers are so small compared to it, the woman said it was about average but wow. no matter how much prep i do it hurts. i bet anakin would feel better, the silicon is so hard and cold. i wore one of his t-shirts it smells like him, that helped a little but it’s not the same, i’ve heard his stories when he talks to his friends about the girls he’s fucked. he knows what he’s doing, i wonder how he would take me, on my back nice and slow, or pound into me from behind while i screamed. maybe he would call me angel like he does sometimes, i wish. now my arm just hurts so i’m here alone in my bed playing with my clit wishing it was him.

anakin jerked against his hand at the last sentence, he had never cum this quickly before, but your words had him loosing his shit, he couldn’t even imagine what else you thought if this was only what you choose to write down, what other dirty secrets lurked beneath that pretty facade of pink and glitter. the next page held a collection of polaroids you had taken of him, some from the window as he worked on his car, skin sheened in sweat and oil, shirtless as he drank a bottle of water. another of him laying on the sofa arm resting behind his head a can of beer in hand, and the last was him glaring at the camera. he remembered this one, he had demanded you rip it up, but here it was immortalized with pink and purple hearts surrounding it. but the next page was from today.

/ anakin came home from playing baseball with his friends about an hour ago, he was gross, sweaty and loud after hours with his friends. he slid past me in the kitchen his hands on my hips for just a second i wish he would have bent me over the counter and fucked me there and then. i would have let him, dad was in the living room but i don’t care, god, he’s ruined me. all i can think about is him, his cock, his hands, his lips. i need him. i’m gonna go shower, i was meant to help shmi with dinner but i couldn’t, not when i was soaking through my panties while stood next to her fantasising about her son.

“oh fuck,” anakin hissed as he came into his fist, cum coating his boxers and knuckles. you were insane, and maybe so was he for getting so worked up but he knew he couldn’t hold back now, he had seen those words and there was no going back. a bit shakily he stood from the bed wiping his hands on his sweatpants and grabbing the sparkly pen from your desk and decided to leave a little note of his own in your dirty little diary.

/ who knew you were such a dirty little slut, angel girl

and with that he left your bedroom, cum drying on his boxers, he could only hope you found his note sooner rather than later.

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after your shower you felt a lot better, you had turned the water considerably cooler than usual and taken some deep breaths you had learned from yoga, pushing anakin far from your mind, you let the ritual of getting redressed soothe your mind, slipping into a soft matching set of white shorts and a crop top, leaving your hair loose and applying your skin care. you almost felt like yourself, untainted by the dirty thoughts that seemed perpetually in your mind.

you wished it would stop, you hated yourself for it, your father was finally happy after years of thinking he would never find love again after your mother had passed. if he knew what you were thinking he would be disgusted, he would probably send you off to your aunt to protect anakin and shmi from your sick mind, the thought made your stomach hurt. you wanted to stop you really did, but then you would see him and all those dirty thoughts would slip back in, he was haunting you.

you headed downstairs, an airpod pressed in one ear hoping some music would soothe your guilty mind, finding shmi in the kitchen. the woman smiled in relief when she saw you.

“there you are, i sent ani up to get you half an hour ago,” she said a little flustered and instantly your heart dropped, you didn’t know why she was upset but she had needed you. you hated upsetting people, ‘always a people pleaser’ your mother had used to scold you fondly.

“i’m so sorry, anakin never told me,” you said truthfully and the woman sighed before laughing begrudgingly.

“my son has many talents, listening has never been one of them,” she said with a fond smile before turning back to the stove, “i’m making your dad that soup he loves so much but this recipe seems wrong, think you could help me out?” she requested holding out a sheet of paper to you and you took it immediately, nodding happily.

“of course,” you beamed, “well firstly it’s chicken stock not vegetable stock,” you informed her, “and secondly use heavy cream instead of milk, he likes the taste more. but other than that it seems perfect”

“really?” she asks you, face a little tight.

“yep, we always make it a little different depending on what we have but you have got this down to a t now i would say, and dads gonna love it,” you said and shmi finally smiled again, you hated when she frowned, it made her seem much older, an echo of the struggling woman she had once been and she didn’t deserve that, she never did.

“want to stay and help me make it?” she asked and you accepted. the pair of you worked in tandem, and soon you had a delicious pot of soup bubbling on the stove ready to be served along with homemade grilled cheese.

“okay, i’m gonna go grab your dad from the den do you mind getting, ani,” shmi asked and you agreed despite yourself, bounding out of the kitchen and up the stairs to anakin’s room, knocking once, then twice and then three times before you finally got a response.

“come in,” he called out, so you swung the door open, expecting a scowl or a blank stare but instead he was smirking widely at you, as though he knew something you didn’t and it made your skin crawl. “oh, hey, angel,” he greeted. fuck.

“dinners ready,” you told him, proud that you managed to keep your voice steady and his face dropped a little bit before his smile suddenly widened again.

“and you came to get me?” he asked teasingly, your stomach tightened, twisting into a ball and sending a jolt of heat straight to your core. he was going to kill you.

“your mum asked me to,” you say shortly, spinning around and walking away, taking a deep breath as you did so. stupid, stupid, stupid…

“angel,” anakin said again, and that name was going to send you into overdrive, a flush growing on your cheeks. “not gonna wait for me? that’s not very nice,” he complained and you shook your head.

“are you high?” you asked him as you reached the landing but anakin grabbed your wrist stopping you from heading down the steps.

“what makes you say that?” he asked you, drawing closer to you so that your faces were only inches apart, you could feel his hot breath fanning on your cheeks, see deep into his eyes, so pretty and blue beneath the crystalline lights above.

“your acting strange,” you pointed out with a frown, anakin was never nice to you, he was cordial sometimes, blunt others and sometimes he was simply rude, but never this. never teasing and friendly and chasing you down through the halls of your home to chat. it was as unnerving as it was utterly addictive.

“i just learned something new today, something that’s changed my perspective a little bit,” he crooned, hand coming up and resting on the wall beside your head, you blinked at him. what the fuck?

“what did you learn?” you asked him curiously and anakin grinned, a beautiful blinding thing that took your breath away.

“you’ll see,” was all he said before withdrawing from you and heading down the steps leaving you flabbergasted where you stood, heart racing and core throbbing. “come on, angel, don’t wanna be late for dinner,” he called up to you and you followed soundlessly, wondering if you had accidentally fallen into a different dimension while in the shower.

dinner was normal, or as normal is it could be with anakin acting so out of character, he was chatting like he hadn’t seen anyone in years, some kind of newfound zest for life that even had his mother seemed confused about but accepted with open arms. it was nice to see anakin talking, usually, he would mutter a few words before disappearing back to his room.

“yea, i was thinking of working at the garage next term to get a little extra cash, you know where you’re going to colleague next year, angel?” anakin asked, you looked over at him a little wide-eyed at the nickname in front of your parents, but glancing at them you saw that they both seemed… pleased.

“um, i have a few options actually, still not sure,” you murmured, still lost in what was happening, but it was making your head spin.

“she’s been looking at your school a bit,” your dad cut in, “it’s got a great program for what she wants to study,”

“oh really? maybe i could set something up for you, or maybe just give you a show around of the school next term, let you see what it’s really about,” anakin suggested with a smile and shmi beamed.

“oh that's a lovely idea, ani dear,” she exclaimed, “what do you think, sweetheart?” she asked her eyes darting to you and you pulled your lips into a smile.

“yea that sounds great,” you agreed, glancing back at anakin who sent you a wink. you almost groaned, rubbing your thighs together, you thought anakin being mean to you was enough to send you spiraling, spilling dirty fantasies into your book but him being nice was going to send you into a whirl of delusions that were going to be detrimental to your mental health if it continued.

once dinner was finished you rushed to your room, ready to spill your guts into your diary, you grabbed it from your bedside table and flicked to the next open page, your heart dropping to your stomach when you saw the words scrawled on the page.

\ who knew you were such a dirty little slut, angel girl

“oh my god,” you whispered to yourself, tossing the book down onto the bed, horror-struck. you knew that handwriting, had seen it many times before and now here it was taunting you in a book full of your sick twisted fantasies that all featured him. you felt nauseous, bile rising in your throat, is this why he was so happy, some sort of twisted revenge? had he taken pictures of it? did he plan on showing your dad? “this can’t be happening,” you whispered to yourself.

“i see you found my note,” a cocky voice echoed from behind you, you span around, lips trembling and anakin’s brows furrowed slightly.

“please don’t tell my dad, i’m so sorry anakin. i know it’s wrong and disgusting but please he will never forgive me if i ruin this for him, he loves your mum so much and i…” the world were tumbling from your lips so quickly you could hardly process them, not even noting as anakin shut the door behind him and crossed the room so that he was stood before you, “i’m sorry,” you practically wailed, “you were never supposed to see that, it was just somewhere to put down my thoughts,” tears were streaming down your cheeks now, “please don’t hate me,”

“you gonna be quiet now?” anakin asked you once you finally stopped rambling and you nodded through sniffles, vision blurred by your tears. “good,” he whispered, reaching up and cupping your cheek, “i’m not gonna tell your dad, angel,” he said soothingly, “not when i know how much fun we can have now,” anakin said with a smile.

“what… what are you saying?” you asked him. this couldn’t be real, this couldn’t be happening right now. no way.

“i’m saying, that i wanna see just how dirty you can be, angel,” he cooed, “i wanna know the darkest parts of that fucked up little mind of yours,” your breathing hitched, raising your hands to wipe the tears from your ruddy cheeks and staring at him in disbelief.

“anakin…” you whispered, “this is wrong,”

“oh i know that, baby, but it didn’t stop you from burying your fingers into your cunt and imagining it was me. from laying in bed only a room away from me and moaning my name while you tried to use a dildo on yourself wishing it was me,” he hummed, “and what was it that you wrote earlier? that you were picturing me bending you over with your dad in the next room, that you couldn’t be with my mother in the kitchen because you were dripping down your thighs thinking about me,”

“oh fuck,” you moaned, hearing him depict your fantasies, the things you had said were driving you wild, something stirring within you, it set your veins alight with molten flames, spreading through your body and stirring your aching cunt, you could feel your arousal flooding your panties, sticky and wet, you didn’t know what to do, what to think but you needed him, more than you had ever needed anything in your life.

“that’s it, angel, i wanna hear every pretty sound you can make fall from your pretty lips,” anakin prompted, one hand falling to your hips and pulling you in so that your flush was pressed against him another moan falling from your lips when you felt his half hard cock press against your stomach. “what is it you want, tell me, what dirty secret are we sharing tonight?” he asked you.

“kiss me, just kiss me please,” you begged, and anakin obliged crashing his lips to yours, it was messy, all teeth and tongue and spit. immediately he was diving in, tongue prying through your lips and plunging into your mouth, he tasted of smoke, mint and sugar and instantly you were addicted. your hands rose to his shoulders, tugging him closer you wanted to feel every part of him. your hands tugged at his t-shirt wanting to taste his skin, to see him everywhere.

“so eager, baby,” he muttered against your lips before reaching behind him, tugging his t-shirt over his head revealing the planes of his chest and his toned stomach to your awaiting eyes, you had seen him shirtless many times before, but now you could touch him. “take what you want,” he grinned and you did just that, fingers dipping into every crevice, you explored him as though one would a fine piece of art you wanted to memorise the feeling of his skin, the taste, you hardly thought twice before leaning down and kissing the middle of his chest, running your tongue along the unblemished skin, moaning at the taste of salt and skin. “god,” the boy murmured, reaching down and grasping your hair, yanking your head back harshly, “take my sweatpants off,” he commanded and you were not one to disobey, not now, not when you had him.

you wrapped your hands around the waist band and tugged, gasping when his dick sprung free, unrestrained by any boxers beneath, he was already hard, really hard, his cock flushed a deep red, the tip weeping milky precum and gods were you right, he was big, long and thick, far bigger than the dildo you had purchased. you salivated at the sight.

“can i…” you whispered, slowly trailing off, a wave of embarrassment washing over you.

“tell me what you want, angel, this is your dirty little dream, i’m just helping make it come true,” anakin said and you nodded, taking a deep breath.

“wanna taste you, ani, can i?” you asked him gently, batting your lashes at him and the boy hissed through his teeth, jaw clenching in a way that made your entire body sing.

“fuck me, go ahead, pretty girl, show me what that mouth is actually good for,” his words were disgusting, a sick way of calling your words worthless and it made you go fucking feral, you sank to your knees, eyeing his cock a little unsurely before carefully wrapping a hand around his thick length, anakin groaned, watching you, eyes alight with interest.

“look at that you were right,” he told you, “your hand can’t even fit around it,” he said, and you shuddered, ingjerking your hand slightly, letting itit glide along the velvety skin of his cock, admiring it, and the sound he made was worth it, so much so that you leaned in, licking a stripe along the side of his cock, stopping once you reached the tip and suckling it gently. a.nakin’s hands fell to your hair gripping it, but not forcing you, he was letting you explore first, you bobbed you head, sinking deeper on his cock, the sensation was strange but not unpleasant. so you took him deeper, the salty taste of him drawing you in further, you pulled back, sucking in a deep breath before taking him deeper until it hit the back of your throat. you were hardly halfway down his cock, so you tried again this time more forcefully, choking when his cockhead rammed into the back of your throat.

“easy, baby,” anakin cooed, pulling you off of his cock, you looked up at him with glossy eyes, spit spilling down your chin.

“you’re so big,” you whined at him accusingly making the boy laugh, stroking your cheek with his thumb.

“poor little slut, so desperate for cock but has no clue what she’s doing,” he patronised, thumb trailing down and hooking in your mouth, parting your lips for him, you let your mouth fall open. “gotta take it slow, you aren’t gonna take it all the first time, okay? probably not for a few times, gotta train that throat of yours to take cock, huh?” he asked and you nodded at him, unable to speak with his thumb in you mouth. “try again, huh,” he prompted and you nodded eagerly, this time letting anakin guide your mouth to his awaiting cock, you followed his instructions going slower this time, starting at just the tip suckling it, savoring the taste of his salty cum in your mouth but eventually anakin began to push you further with a groan. you swallowed around him, trying to remember to breathe with the heavy weight on your tongue, your mouth felt stretched, lips stinging, and jaw aching but you couldn’t stop. you needed this, needed him to cum, to know he was enjoying this as much as you were.

“good girl, that’s it,” anakin praised you and you preened, moaning around his cock and making the boy chuckle, “oh you like that, huh, pretty girl? wanna be my good girl?” you couldn’t move, couldn’t speak so instead you locked your eyes with his and this time it was anakin’s turn to moan. “you look so fucking sexy like this, should have known you made for it,” you bobbed your head faster in agreement, it felt wrong to agree, to accept that you were just some sort of object that was made to take dick and love it, but you couldn't argue. not now when you had tasted his cock and you knew you would never be the same again, this was it for you, a springboard into a world that would drive you insane.

“you keep going i’m gonna cum, you ready for that, angel?” he asked you, but you didn’t respond, only forcing him deeper, spluttering slightly but you didn’t pull back, instead taking a settling breath through your nose, spit was dripping down your chin, tears streaming but you couldn’t stop, continuing to choke on his cock, only pulling away when you absolutely had too and it was barley for a few seconds before you were on him again. it was only about a minute before anakin’s hips began to twitch, his cock heavier in your mouth.

 “i’m gonna cum, fuck, baby pull back a little you don’t wanna choke,” he prompted and you did as you were told. lips suctioned around his tip, using your hand to jerk off the rest of his cock and with that, he was cumming down your throat in thick hot spurts. it was disorientating and everything you had ever dreamed of. you swallowed as much as you could of the salty liquid, but some escaped the corners of your mouth, dripping down your chin and onto your plush carpet, you kept suckling until anakin pulled you away, his lips parted and cheeks flushed.

“that was…” he trailed off voice hoarse, “you did such a good job, angel,” he cooed, reaching out and helping you stand up, your knees ached and you felt a little shaky but you couldn't ignore the heat in your core and the sopping wetness between your legs.

“i liked it,” you said bashfully, voice scratchy.

“of course you did,” anakin mocked lightly but there was no malice behind his words, instead he reached down and grabbed his shirt using it to mop your cheeks and mouth, “come on i wanna try something,” he said, grabbing you hand and leading you over to your bed, “lay down, pretty girl,”

“what are you doing?” you asked him softly and he grinned.

“just lay down, okay, i’m gonna do the work for a bit,” he said, so you followed instruction and laid down on the bed, looking up at him with such innocent trust that it made his heart stutter slightly, “i’m gonna take your top off okay?” he said, climbing onto the bed with you and hovering over you, his legs stradling either side of your hips, he looked so big like this, tall and strong, body on show as he looked down at you.

“okay,” you agreed, letting anakin tug the crop top from your body leaving your chest bare to him.

“been waiting a while to see these again,” he murmured, finger pinching your nipple lightly, you gasped, jolting upwards at the sensation and anakin laughed, “sensitive girl,” he teased, pinching your other nipple, using his body to keep you pinned to the bed. “what was it you said in that dirty little book when i saw your tits for the first time?” he asked you, “hm, let’s have a look shall we?” he said grabbing the book from where it lay only a few inches away from you. your cheeks lit up in shame, shaking your head.

“ani, no,” you pleaded with him but the boy shot you a harsh stare.

“what was that, baby?” he questioned, tone stern, “i thought you wanted this? want me to leave you to deal with this alone like you always do, seeing my cock should do you a good couple months, and you even got to taste it,”

“don’t leave” you begged, “i’m just embarrassed,” you whimper, this brought the smile back to anakin’s face.

“you don’t need to be embarrassed, pretty girl, without this little thing you would probably still be downstairs watching tv with your dad trying not to think about me, isn’t that right?” he asked, leaning in to plant a soft kiss on your swollen lips.

“yes,” you said quietly, “just don’t be mean, i really… i needed you. i need you,”

“oh, baby, but you like it when i’m a little mean don’t you?” he snickered, “but back to what i was saying, where is it?” he asked flicking through the pages of the book before he found what he was looking for, “ah, here it is. you wanted me to push you onto this bed and fuck you till you saw stars,” you whimper at this, “and look how proud you were that you caught me staring at your tits,” he grinned, “pretty things aren’t they,” he leaned down, capturing your right nipple between his teeth, nibbling slightly before sucking it into his mouth. the sensation was too much, you gasped, trying to jerk against him but anakin was too strong, he bit down on your nipple, a warning before soothing it with his tongue, moving and doing the same to the other one until you were a panting mess.

“good girl,” he praised, “now this wasn’t what i wanted to do actually, just had to get a taste,” he told you with a wink and you blinked at him stunned. “where do you keep your vibrator, angel?” anakin questioned you.

“um, my bedside draw,” you murmured and anakin nodded, leaning over and opening up and pulling out your pretty pink vibrator.

“cute,” he said, “now, baby, i want to see you use this, okay? wanna know what you look like when you are playing with yourself and thinking about me,” he crooned.

“ani, i’m… fuck okay,” you said reaching out and taking the vibrator from him, anakin climbed off of you and you immediately missed the weight of him atop of you but ignored it was you yanked your shorts and panties down, revealing your throbbing pussy to anakin, the boy groaning in apprecation.

“holy shit, you’re fucking soaked, angel,” he crooned, “look at your clit, all puffy and red. all from sucking my cock?” anakin asked and you nodded, cheeks crimson. “you are a dream, pretty girl,” your clit pulsed at his words and quickly you pressed your vibrator to it before switching it on. your body writhed at the contact, you had been desperate for this for what felt like hours, every inch of your being aching for relief as you trailed the toy down, soaking it in your wetness before bringing it back to your clit, moaning at the feeling.

“fuck, anakin, feels so good” you cried out, tilting your head to look at him and seeing him gazing at your pussy in awe.

“i bet it does, angel, you were so sore, so desperate for this,” he said, reaching out and trailing a finger along your dripping slit, your hips jerked, heart pounding, “gonna come that quick, fuck, do it, baby,” he prompted. you pressed the toy harder to your clit gasping and crying out, the sight of anakin before you, the months of waiting, wanting, it all built up and before you could even react the coil in your stomach snapped and you came with a sharp moan, the vibrator still pressed to your cunt as you twitched through the aftershocks of your orgasm. then you felt it, something wet and warm trailing through your fold, you looked down to see anakin now lying between your legs, his tongue buried in your cunt.

“ani” you sobbed, switching the vibrator off and tossing it to the side, anakin taking this as his chance to wrap is lips around your clit and suck. you all but screamed, still strumming with pleasure and overwhelmed by the feeling of his mouth on you, it was hypnotic.

“did i tell you to stop?” he asked pulling back and grabbing the vibrator and flicking it on, pressing to to your abused clit, you gasped, looking down at him with wide eyes, “you are gonna hold this while i eat you out okay, you move it and i’ll stop,” he commanded.

“but, ani, it’s so sensitive,” you told him and anakin simply scoffed.

“you can take it, sluts like you can come as many times as you need to, bet you are still aching for relief,” he said pressing it down harder and you screeched, “take it,” and you did, grabbing the toy from his hand and holding it there as he burried his tongue back inside of you, licking into your sopping walls.

“oh my god, oh my god, anakin please,” you begged one hand slipping down to his hair, tugging on the dark strands with a sob. the vibrator on your clit was brutal, stirring up another orgasm in quick sucession to the last but anakin didn’t stop, he continued to lick and suck while you trembled, slick pouring from your slit as you jerked violently, cumming twice before anakin finally let up.

“you taste fucking divine, angel,” anakin said, his face glossy with your cum, you couldn’t move, couldn’t think as he switched the vibrator off and tossed it to the ground. “fuck me, i’ve never seen such a pretty girl before,” he crooned, wiping his mouth on the back of his hand before crawling up your body and pressing a dirty kiss to your lips. he tasted of salt and your release and it made your body ache once more.

“ani, ani, please,” you begged against his mouth, you werent sure exactly what you were begging for but you needed it, needed him.

“sh, angel, its okay,” he said gently, running his hands down your hips sothingly, “tell me what you need” he prompted and you wailed, he looked stunned, “hey, come on talk to me, too much?” he questioned but you shook your head violently.

“need to feel you,” you said through heaving breaths, clumsily reaching out and grasping his cock that pulsed in your hand, he spluttered out a moan, rocking his hips into you, head of his cock catching your clit with such delicious pleasure that you swore you almost saw stars. “inside,” you demanded, words failing you in that moment of utter want.

“need to prep you first,” he said, gently removing your hands from his cock before sliding his fingers through your throbbing heat finding your slit with ease and slowly sinking one finger in.

“more,” you begged almost instantly, hands clinging to his shoulders and anakin complied, sinking another finger inside of you, pumping into your wet heat as you babbled and cried.

“never imagined i would have you like this, so desperate for me,” anakin panted, “wanna know a secret, i’ve wanted this for so long, have pictured taking you so many times,” he whispered, “i came reading your diary, seeing how much you wanted me,”

“anakin,” you said, hands coming to his cheeks cupping them so that he would face you, you could see the raw desire that danced behind his pretty blue eyes, “i’m ready, please,” and he complied, slowly lining his cockhead with your swollen hole slowly inching in. the burn was intense, a tearing feeling consuming your cunt even as you leaked more slick onto his sodden cock. you gasped, more tears streaming down your cheeks as anakin slowly inched deeper.

“you can do it, baby, doing so well for me,” he praised as he sunk deeper, inch by inch before burying himself at the hilt and staying there, “look at that, angel, you did it,”

“oh, oh fuck,” it was nothing like your dildo that was all solid plastic and cold feel, instead it was warm and hard and sending your body into overdrive, it took a few moments to adjust to the feel of it, the intrusive weight uncomfortable but not unwelcomed, and it was all worth it to see anakins face. his eyes screwed up in pleasure, bottom lip pinched between his teeth as he tried to stay still for you. “move, you can move, please,”

“you sure, baby,” anakin gasped, voice tight.

“yes, please,” you agreed, he started slow at first, gentle shalow thrusts that allowed you to get used to the feeling of it, but soon he began to speed up, sinking deeper inside of you with each thrust until you could feel the tip pressing against your cervix, the pleasure was indescribable, you never knew it could feel like this, so all consuming. “yes, yes, harder,” you pleaded with him.

“you sure,” he gasped out.

“yes, i’m okay,” you nodded, and anakin listened, suddenly there was nothing between you but the heat of your skin and the slick of your bodies, a mix of sweat, cum and spit. it was disgusting, a sick merging of your bodies, anakin’s face was burried in your neck, sucking crimson marks onto your sensitive skin while you clawed at his back, manicured nails cutting into his golden skin.

“shit, you feel fucking amazing,” anakin said against your skin, grinding deeper, “such a good little pussy for me, taking me so well,” he told you, “you need to come on my cock again, wanna feel you cleanch around me, okay?” he said and you nodded frantically.

“please, ani,”

“that’s it, good girl,” he cooed, thumb coming between you to circle your clit, you could feel your orgasm building as he jerked into you, his thrusts getting sloppy and you knew he was close, could tatse it on your tongue, you needed it, needed him. “i own this pussy now,” he hissed, “gonna make every single one of your dirty fantasies come true and then we can try some of mine,” anakin told you, thumb speeding up and pleasure exploded behind your eyelids, everything went white and you were gone. when you came too anakin was hovering over you still cock in hand jerking himself off frantically.

“ani,” you whispered, hand coming up shakily and grasping his cock jerking it lightly and anakin came in thick hot spurts all over your chest and face while you took it happily. he collapsed down beside you, pulling you in so your face was pressed against his chest, leg cocking over his hips. “wow,” was all you managed to say.

“better get ready baby, this was only the beginning,” anakin smirked, pressing a kiss to your sweaty forhead and you couldn’t wait to see what else he had in store for you, and you thanked the stars that you had made that little diary.

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part 2???

[catnipaddictt]

hi! i was wondering if you could write something like where sam and reader have been best friends since forever, and the reader’s parents decide to go on a family roadtrip with sam and reader. the reader’s parents didn’t know they were dating but find out cause sam and reader fell asleep while cuddling/hand-in-hand

it’s totally ok if you don’t want to write it and sorry if this looked weird but i REALLY like your posts 💓

sam monroe x gn!reader

wc: 0.6k

cw: none this is just fluff!

comment: I LOVE LOVE LOVE THIS REQUEST SO THANK YOU ANON!!!

The early morning sun cast its rays across the nearly empty street. It would be deserted if it wasn’t for your family. Every year for as long as you could remember, your parents had done an annual road trip down the coast, stopping at small towns along the way. You look forward to it every year, counting down the days till summer break arrives. 

However, this year was going to be different to most. Your parents had agreed, no offered, to take your best friend, Sam, with you guys this time. What your parents didn’t know was that you and Sam had been dating for the better half of the year now, and you were both looking forward to spending this time together. 

You had known Sam since you had started school together all those years ago, and you had become attached at the hip ever since. Your parents like to recount the days when the two of you were 4 ft tall and a lot less trouble than you were now. As Sam got older, he took on a more alternative look, something you admire about him. He was just so…cool. You didn’t know how else to describe it. His black hair (which you dye for him) and selection of piercings suited him and his personality perfectly. And when he asked you to show him how to do eyeliner when you both turned 14 you happily obliged. 

You throw your bag into the back seat before climbing in and buckingly up your seatbelt. Your parents were going to drive the 3 minutes to Sam’s house to pick him up before beginning your road trip. The sound of the car’s engine excites you, and when you pull into Sam’s driveway a few minutes later you are ecstatic. You hop out of your seat, and walk swiftly to the door before knocking twice.

Sam’s hair appears before you see the rest of him and he grumbles out “It's too early for this sort of carry on, your parents are crazy.” You laugh at him. He was never very good at early starts. “You can sleep in the car, come on!” 

You pull Sam and his bag to the car and you both climb in, settling down for the long trip ahead. Your parents greet Sam and make some small talk before turning on the radio. The sound of rock ‘n’ roll fills your ears and you nod your head along in time to the beat. Sam just looks at you like you are insane. 

Sam lies his head back on the car seat headrest, looking up at the car roof. He is tired and you can tell. You sneak your hand into his, covered by the bags in between you. If your parents noticed, they certainly didn’t say anything. He glances at you, gently squeezing your hand in his ring-clad one. 

As your parents drive down the coast, your hands stay intertwined, even as you both slowly begin to nod off, waking up at the crack of dawn taking its toll. By late morning you are both passed out, Sam’s head resting on your shoulder.

Eventually your parents pull into a small town for a bathroom break and to stretch their legs. Turning around to shake you both awake, your mother shakes her head at the sight of the two of you. Somewhere along the winding roads, the bags concealing your interlocked fingers had fallen to your feet, revealing your hands. 

She laughs to herself, smiling before turning to your dad; “I knew something was up with them.” she whisper-yells, happy that it's Sam and not some other douchebag guy. You dad grins, “should we wake them up?” 

“No, let's let them enjoy their moment.”

When you and Sam wake up, you are both met with two smiling faces and a lot of explaining to do.

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𝐈 𝐒𝐀𝐈𝐃, "𝐍𝐎, 𝐃𝐎𝐍'𝐓 𝐒𝐀𝐘 𝐓𝐇𝐀𝐓."

MDNI! THIS POST CONTAINS MATURE THEMES!

PAIRINGS || venomspiderman!Sam Monroe x fem!reader

SUMMARY || Sam Monroe used to be your boyfriend, but his behavior changed after becoming Venom Spiderman. He became more distant and rude, leading you to believe he was cheating or planning to leave. Little did you know, everything changed when you waited for him in his bedroom.

WARNINGS || slightly angst, angst, curse words, pet names (doll, baby, my sweet girl...), name-calling (brat...), arguing, smut (+18).

Sam Monroe, your boyfriend, had become increasingly distant over the past few months. The once affectionate touches, cuddles, and spontaneous moments of laughter had faded away into something unfamiliar. Where you used to find comfort in his arms, now there was only space. You used to spend hours together, simply enjoying each other's company, but that had all changed. And you couldn't pinpoint why.

You made countless efforts to rekindle what you once had—planning cute dates, suggesting quiet nights in, or even just sending him sweet messages throughout the day. But Sam always had some excuse. He was "too busy" with something or other. Busy with what? That, you didn’t know. His evasiveness began to wear on you, feeding your insecurities. Was he pulling away to leave you? Or, worse, was he cheating? The thought made it harder and harder to breathe, each suspicion like a tightening knot in your chest. And so, after weeks of uncertainty, you decided you couldn't take it anymore—you needed answers.

You made your way to his house, choosing a cute and presentable outfit in hopes that it might help soften the tension. It took you fifteen minutes to reach his doorstep, and when you knocked, there was only silence. No footsteps, no sign of life from within. The quiet was unsettling. You knew his parents were rarely home, but Sam? He never left his room for too long. Something about this didn't feel right.

Determined, you circled around the house to the backyard, searching for another way in. You spotted a ladder leaning against the shed and grabbed it, setting it beneath his bedroom window. With some effort, you climbed up, finding the window unlocked. Carefully, you lifted it and slid inside.

His room was a mess, as usual. Clothes were strewn across the floor in haphazard piles, mingling with discarded headphones and old CDs. Posters hung crooked on the walls, and a familiar, almost comforting chaos filled the space. Despite the mess, it was Sam’s room—exactly as you remembered it.

You took a moment to scan the room, rifling through his belongings, hoping to find something—anything—that would explain his recent behavior. But there was nothing. No hidden notes, no signs of another girl, nothing out of the ordinary at all.

With a sigh, you started tidying up a bit, knowing full well that Sam would hate it. He always teased you about being too neat. Still, the clutter made it impossible for you to sit still. After several minutes of organizing and folding clothes, you finally sank onto his bed, exhaustion washing over you.

His scent lingered on the pillows, that familiar mix of cologne and something uniquely him. You closed your eyes and buried your face in the fabric, breathing him in deeply. For a moment, you allowed yourself to miss him—the real him, the Sam who used to look at you like you were his entire world.

Memories of happier days flooded your mind—your first kiss, the way he used to pull you close in the middle of the night, his laugh echoing in your ears. But the sweet nostalgia was abruptly shattered by a noise behind you. Your body tensed, and you quickly sat up, eyes darting toward the window.

And there he was.

Venom-Spiderman.

For a moment, you blinked, utterly confused. What the hell was he doing here? And why was he entering through the window? He was so focused on peeling off his suit that he didn’t notice you at first. It wasn’t until he unzipped the top half of his suit, revealing his bare chest, that you saw it—him.

"Sam?" Your voice trembled, barely more than a whisper.

He froze, and an uncomfortable, almost suffocating silence filled the room. Slowly, he turned to face you. His eyes widened, and for a moment, he looked just as shocked as you felt. His heart was racing—so fast you could almost hear it—and his hands, which had been steady moments ago, were now trembling.

"What are you doing here?" His voice was tight, laced with anger but also something else—fear, maybe.

You stood, taking a small step closer to him, but his sudden outburst made you stop in your tracks. "I was waiting for you, Sam. I needed to see you."

He ran a hand through his hair, clearly frustrated, and muttered something under his breath before snapping back at you. "You shouldn’t have come. You shouldn’t be here, damn it."

"I didn’t know what else to do," you whispered, trying to keep your composure. His anger stung, but his avoidance hurt even more.

He tried to cover his chest, fumbling with the suit, but his hands wouldn’t stop shaking. He wasn’t just angry—he was panicking. The tension between you hung heavy in the air, thick and suffocating. You took another step forward, your voice softening as you spoke, "Sam, talk to me. Please."

You could see the war going on in his eyes—conflict, guilt, something darker. He let out a sharp breath and ran both hands through his hair, pulling at the ends in frustration. He wouldn’t look at you. Instead, his gaze was locked on the floor, his jaw clenched tight enough that you could see the muscle twitching.

"Sam, please," you repeated, your voice softer this time. You reached out a hand toward him, but he flinched before you could touch him.

"Don’t," he snapped, his voice cutting through the room like a whip. "Just… don’t."

Your heart sank. Whatever was happening with him, it was worse than you imagined. Your mind raced with possibilities—was it another girl? Was he caught up in something dangerous? Did he not love you anymore? But you couldn’t stand not knowing. You needed the truth, no matter how much it hurt.

"I deserve to know what's going on, Sam," you said, trying to keep your voice steady even though your chest ached. "You’ve been pushing me away for months. You won’t talk to me. You won’t even look at me. What the hell happened? What did I do?"

His head snapped up at that, his eyes locking onto yours for the first time. There was an intensity in his gaze that made your breath catch, but it wasn’t anger—it was something else entirely. Desperation. Pain.

"It’s not you, baby," he said, his voice breaking on the last word. "God, it’s not you."

"Then what is it?!" you asked, your voice rising with frustration. "Because I’ve been here, waiting for you, trying to be the best girlfriend I can be, and you’ve just been… gone. I don’t even know who you are anymore."

He winced at your words, as if each one hit him like a punch to the gut. He took a step toward you, his hands still shaking, but there was a look in his eyes that made you pause.

"I didn’t want you to find out like this," he murmured, his voice barely above a whisper now. "I didn’t want you to see me like this."

"See you like what?" you asked, confused.

He gestured down at himself, at the suit that still clung to his body, at the black and white webbing that adorned his skin. "Like this," he said bitterly. "A freak. A monster."

You shook your head, not understanding. "Sam, you're not—"

"I am!" he shouted, cutting you off. His voice cracked with emotion, and for the first time, you saw tears in his eyes. "I’ve been trying to protect you, to keep you safe, but I can’t do this anymore. I can’t keep lying to you."

You felt a lump form in your throat. "Lying? About what?"

Sam took a deep breath, as if trying to steady himself for what he was about to say. "I… I’m not just Sam anymore. There’s something inside me. Something dark. It’s… venom. It changes me, makes me stronger, faster, but it also… it also controls me sometimes. I didn’t want you to see this side of me because… because I’m scared. I’m scared of what I could do to you, of what this thing could make me become."

Your heart raced as you processed his words. Venom? A part of you wanted to laugh it off, to tell him he was being ridiculous, but the fear in his eyes was all too real. And suddenly, things started to click into place—the distance, the secrecy, the way he had been avoiding you.

But despite everything he had said, despite the fear he clearly felt, all you could think about was how much you loved him. How much you missed him.

"Sam," you whispered, stepping closer to him until there was barely any space between you. He looked at you, startled, as if he didn’t expect you to come near him. "You’re not a monster. I don’t care what’s going on with you or what’s inside of you. I just want to be here with you. I love you."

He stared at you, his eyes wide, searching your face for any sign of doubt. But there was none. He exhaled shakily, his hands reaching out to you tentatively, as if he were afraid he might hurt you. But when you didn’t flinch, didn’t pull away, he finally allowed himself to close the distance.

His arms wrapped around you, pulling you tight against his chest, and you could feel the tension melting away from his body. His breath was warm against your hair, his heartbeat erratic but calming as he held you close.

"I’m so sorry," he murmured into your hair. "I didn’t know how to tell you. I didn’t want to drag you into this mess."

You pulled back slightly, just enough to look up at him. "I’m not scared of your mess, Sam," you said, brushing your fingers across his jaw. "I’m scared of losing you."

He closed his eyes for a moment, letting your words sink in, and when he opened them again, there was a new determination in his gaze. "You won’t lose me," he promised, his voice steadier now. "I swear."

And as he leaned down to kiss you, it wasn’t like the kisses you remembered from before. This one was different—deeper, more desperate. Like he was trying to make up for all the time lost, for every moment of distance he had put between you. His lips moved against yours with an intensity that made your knees weak, and you clung to him, your fingers digging into his skin as if you could anchor yourself to him and never let go.

When you finally pulled away, both of you were breathless. He pressed his forehead against yours, his hands still cradling your face.

"My sweet girl," he whispered, his voice low and rough. "I don’t deserve you."

You smiled softly, reaching up to brush a stray tear from his cheek. "Maybe not," you teased lightly, "but you’ve got me anyway."

Sam stared down at you, a mix of relief and adoration in his eyes. His hands, still trembling but steadying by the second, caressed your face softly, as if he was afraid you might disappear if he touched you too firmly. The raw emotion between you was thick, electrifying the air as his fingers traced your cheekbones, memorizing every inch of your skin like it was the first time he had truly seen you.

For a moment, the tension that had weighed on both of you evaporated, replaced by something softer—something that had been missing for too long. He leaned down again, this time kissing you gently, his lips lingering on yours as if to say the words he couldn’t quite speak aloud.

But when the kiss deepened, the gentleness gave way to a desperate hunger that neither of you could ignore. His hands slid from your face down to your waist, pulling you even closer, pressing your body against his as though he was trying to erase every ounce of space between you.

"God, I’ve missed you," he whispered against your lips, his voice ragged. "I’ve missed this—missed you, baby."

You couldn’t respond, not with words at least. Instead, you wrapped your arms around his neck, letting him know through your touch that you felt the same. You’d missed him more than you could ever put into words, missed this connection that only you and Sam seemed to have.

His lips traveled from your mouth down to your jawline, then your neck, leaving a trail of soft kisses that made your skin tingle. You tilted your head back, giving him better access, and a small gasp escaped your lips when his hands started roaming lower, grazing the curve of your hips.

His breath was hot against your skin, and when he spoke again, his voice was filled with an urgency that sent shivers down your spine. "Tell me you’re still mine," he murmured against your throat, his lips barely brushing the skin. "I need to hear you say it."

You gasped at the intensity in his voice but managed to whisper, "I’m yours, Sam. I’ve always been yours."

Something shifted in him at your words, a fire igniting in his eyes. He kissed you again, this time harder, more passionately. You could feel the desperation in every touch, in every movement, as if he was trying to make up for all the time he had spent pushing you away. His hands slid beneath your shirt, his fingers tracing the soft skin of your stomach before moving upward. The sensation sent a rush of heat through you, making it impossible to think about anything but him.

"Sam," you breathed, your voice trembling as his hands wandered higher. His name was like a prayer on your lips, a plea for more. And he gave it to you, pressing his body against yours, his lips finding yours again in a kiss that felt like it could devour you whole.

But even through the haze of desire, there was something gentle in his touch—an almost reverence for you that made your heart swell. This wasn’t just about lust or need. It was about reconnecting, about feeling each other again after so much time spent apart, emotionally and physically.

He pulled back just enough to look into your eyes, his breath coming in shallow pants. "I don’t want to rush this," he said, his voice low and hoarse. "I want to take my time with you."

Your heart melted at his words, and you reached up to cup his face, your thumb brushing over the stubble on his jaw. "We have all the time in the world now," you whispered, your voice soft but full of promise.

Sam smiled at that, and for the first time in months, it was the smile you remembered—the one that made your heart skip a beat, the one that reminded you of the boy you fell in love with. "You’re so damn perfect, you know that?" he said softly, his lips ghosting over yours as he spoke.

Before you could respond, he was kissing you again, slow and deliberate, his hands working at the hem of your shirt. You raised your arms instinctively, letting him pull it over your head and toss it aside. The cool air against your bare skin made you shiver, but Sam’s hands were warm as they skimmed over your sides, pulling you closer to him until there was no space left between you.

You moaned softly as his hands explored every inch of your body, his lips trailing kisses down your neck and across your collarbone. The soft fabric of his suit rubbed against your skin, a stark contrast to the heat of his touch. When his fingers finally slid beneath the waistband of your jeans, your breath hitched in anticipation.

"Sam…" you whispered, your voice trembling with need.

He paused, his eyes locking onto yours, searching for any hint of doubt. But there was none—only trust, only love. He smiled softly before leaning in to kiss you once more, his hands skillfully unbuttoning your jeans and slipping them off your legs. When you were left in just your underwear, his eyes darkened with desire, and he bit his lip, taking a moment to drink you in.

"You’re so beautiful," he breathed, his voice barely above a whisper. His hands traced the curves of your body, his touch reverent. "I don’t know what I did to deserve you, but I’m never letting you go again."

You smiled up at him, your heart racing. "I’m not going anywhere," you whispered back, pulling him closer until his body was pressed against yours once more. You could feel the heat between you building, the tension rising as his hands continued their exploration.

He kissed you again, this time slower, savoring the feel of your lips against his. His hands slid down to your thighs, and without warning, he lifted you up, carrying you effortlessly to the bed. You let out a soft gasp as he laid you down gently, his body hovering over yours.

"Are you sure about this?" he asked, his voice filled with concern as he looked down at you.

You nodded, your eyes full of certainty. "I’ve never been more sure of anything," you whispered.

That was all the encouragement he needed.

Sam's lips found yours again, this time with a deliberate tenderness that made your heart flutter. Every kiss felt like a promise, a vow to make up for all the time lost, and a reassurance that he was still yours—still the same Sam beneath the layers of secrecy and fear. His hands slid across your body, his touch light at first, like he was savoring every inch of you.

His lips traced down your neck, sending shivers down your spine, and he paused only to look at you with those familiar eyes filled with so much emotion that it made your heart ache. You could see how much this meant to him—how much he wanted to give himself to you fully, no longer hiding behind lies or fear. He kissed his way lower, his hands expertly removing the last pieces of clothing separating you from him.

As he pressed his body against yours, the heat between you grew more intense, your breaths coming quicker as the need for each other reached its peak. His lips found your skin again, this time tracing down your chest, and you let out a soft moan as he worshiped every part of you with his mouth. His hands gripped your hips, steadying you as his kisses trailed lower, each one sending sparks of pleasure through your body.

You arched your back, your fingers tangling in his hair, and he groaned in response, his grip on you tightening. "You're so perfect, baby," he murmured against your skin, his voice thick with need. "I’ve missed this, missed you so damn much."

You could only respond with a soft whimper as his lips moved lower still, the anticipation building with every second. And then, when his mouth finally reached its destination, you gasped—his tongue moving expertly, drawing out every sound of pleasure from your lips as he took his time savoring every moment. His hands held your hips firmly in place, and the tension in your body only grew as his movements became more intense.

"Sam… please…" you breathed, your voice barely audible over the sounds of your own racing heartbeat.

He groaned against you, sending vibrations through your core, and you couldn’t help but moan louder. The sensation was overwhelming, every nerve in your body alight with pleasure. He didn’t let up, his mouth and fingers working together in perfect sync, driving you closer and closer to the edge.

Just when you thought you couldn’t take any more, Sam pulled back, his breath hot against your skin as he kissed his way back up your body. You could see the desire in his eyes, the way his body trembled with the same need that coursed through yours.

"I need you," he whispered, his voice raw with desperation. He positioned himself over you, and for a brief moment, you both just stared into each other's eyes—reconnecting, reaffirming that this was where you both wanted to be, despite everything.

"I’m yours," you whispered again, your voice full of love and longing.

Sam leaned down to kiss you softly before finally aligning himself with you. The sensation of him entering you was slow, deliberate, and the feeling was like nothing else—pure, intimate, and filled with the love that had been absent for too long. You gasped at the fullness, at the way he fit so perfectly against you, inside you. His name was a prayer on your lips again, and he answered it with a low groan as he buried himself fully within you.

He paused for a moment, his forehead resting against yours, both of you catching your breath, feeling the connection that went beyond the physical. Then, slowly, he began to move, his pace gentle but steady, each thrust bringing you closer to him in every way. The room filled with the sounds of your breathless moans, the creaking of the bed, and the shared whispers of love and need between you.

"God, you feel so good," he murmured against your lips, his voice strained with pleasure. His movements became more urgent, his grip on your hips tightening as he picked up the pace, and you could feel yourself climbing higher and higher toward that peak of ecstasy.

"Sam…" you breathed, your nails digging into his shoulders as the tension in your body reached its breaking point. You could feel the pleasure building, threatening to consume you, and when Sam angled his hips just right, it sent you spiraling over the edge.

Your orgasm crashed through you like a tidal wave, your entire body trembling with the intensity of it. You cried out his name, your voice broken with pleasure, and Sam followed close behind, his own release hitting him hard as he buried himself deep within you one last time. His groan was deep and guttural, his entire body shuddering as he collapsed against you, his breath ragged and uneven.

For a long moment, neither of you moved, your bodies still tangled together, the air between you thick with the aftermath of what had just happened. Sam’s weight on top of you was comforting, grounding, and you found yourself running your fingers through his damp hair as you both came down from the high.

After a few minutes, he lifted his head to look at you, his eyes soft and filled with a tenderness that made your heart swell. "I love you," he whispered, his voice still shaky but full of sincerity. "I’m so sorry for everything, baby. I’m never letting you go again."

You smiled up at him, your heart full. "I love you too, Sam. I’m not going anywhere."

With a soft smile, he leaned down to kiss you once more, the kiss gentle and sweet. You knew that things wouldn’t be easy—there were still challenges ahead, still parts of Sam’s life that were complicated, maybe even dangerous. But in that moment, wrapped in each other's arms, you felt like everything would be okay. Because no matter what happened, you were in this together.

And that was all that mattered.

ANOTHER SPIDERMAN! HAYDEN CHRISTENSEN'S CHARACTER! I JUST LOVE THIS SO MUCH. Anyway I promise I'll write different kinds of fanfiction. (Maybe.)

(wrote this at 3 a.m. 🤫)

@TAGLIST: X

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His Confessional: Sam Monroe

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CW:18+ MDNI!, religious undertones, p in v, smut, dubcon, no use of protection, afab! language, use of pet names, smoking weed

A/N: This is my first time ever writing something with the intent on publishing it so please be kind but critiques and suggestions are appreciated! I apologize in advance if it sucks!

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Sam stands on his porch, leaning against the railing with a cigarette between his lips. A smirk makes its way onto his face as he sees a familiar figure walking on the sidewalk. He takes one last drag before flicking the butt out into the lawn. Shoving his hands in his pockets, he jogs down the steps, coming to a stop in front of you.

“Well if it isn’t my favorite neighbor.” He says looking down at you. Your groan of feigned annoyance doesn’t go unnoticed by him, making his smirk grow wider.

You lift your head up to look at him, eyebrows knitted together slightly, “Favorite? More like the only one who can stand you.”

He chuckles as you step past him, letting himself take in your figure from behind in that plaid skirt and stockings. He feels his pants start to tighten at the site. He clears his throat and catches up to you.

“Where are you off to in such a hurry? I thought we could chill and smoke some.” He shrugs his shoulders casually.

You continue to make your way back to your house that resides right next to his. “The offer is definitely tempting but I can’t, Sam, not tonight at least.”

He pouts at this and clasps his hands together in front of himself pleadingly, “Oh c’monnn,” He drags the last syllable out, “you can’t expect me to smoke all alone on a Friday night.”

You give him a smirk and a playfull roll of your eyes, “Oh but I can. Your right hand can keep you company.”

His cheeks turn a little pink and he looks away shaking his head, trying to play off your comment. If only you knew how often it did just that while he was thinking about you. Languid strokes of his length, bottom lip caught between his teeth, his eyes screwed shut as he pictures your body writhing and squirming underneath him.

Sam is pulled abruptly from his fantasy as you poke his side, “Are you good?”

He blinks at you for a moment as his brain struggles to catch up but quickly composes himself and nods. “Yeah I’m fine, I just realize that my best friend doesn’t actually like me is all.” He teases, sighing over dramatically.

You roll your eyes again at his antics and come to a stop, glancing at your driveway noting that your mom still isn’t home from work. “Alright fine. I guess I can hang out for a little bit.” You give into him.

He grins happily, getting his way. “I knew you couldn’t resist me.”

You shake your head with a laugh, “Don’t flatter yourself. It’s the promise of free weed I can’t resist.”

He chuckles. That’s something else that draws him to you. You might have your mom fooled with the “perfect Catholic school student” front you put up but you aren’t as stuck up as he expected. Oh but he knows you’re a virgin and that in itself is enticing. The plaid skirt and stockings are like the bow on a present.

He happily drags you across his front yard and up his porch steps, into his house. He makes a pit stop in the kitchen while you make your way up to his room like usual. Sam scours through the cabinets for the usual snacks to ease your munchies before meeting you upstairs, arms full of assorted snacks. One bag of chips is held just by its corner in his teeth. You laugh at the site.

He plops down unceremoniously beside you in the bed and you let out a yelp in surprise, earning a chuckle from him. A smile works its way onto your face seeing how many of your favorite snacks he brought up.

Sam glances down at the (possible) overkill. He reaches a hand around and scratches the back of his neck nervously, “I just wanted to make sure you had anything you could possibly crave. I know how bad your munchies get.”

You happily sit up on his bed, and he tries to ignore the way your skirt rides dangerously high and you are completely oblivious to it. He has to tear his gaze away or he’d do something about it right then. His self control was thinning.

He reaches into his bedside table drawer and rummages around for the tin he keeps his weed in. When he’s successful in his search he emits a soft ‘aha!’, pulling it out. Opening the tin, he plucks out a joint he had already rolled in the assumption you’d say yes like you always did. You watch as he places it between his pink and plump lips. You catch yourself wondering what they’d feel like on your’s. You hurriedly shake the thought from your head.

He sparks the joint and takes a long drag off of it, taking the chance to show off with a ‘ghost inhale’ which unknowingly to him is one of the hottest things you think he can do.

“Close your mouth Princess, you’ll catch flies.” Or his cock. He smirks at you as you snap out of whatever trance you were in this time. Sam passes the joint to you, pinched between two of his long fingers. A smile of approval works its way onto his lips as you accept and take a puff from it.

As you two smoke, his room becomes hazier and he finds it harder and harder to tear his gaze away from you. He watches your soft lips wrap around the tip of the joint and he can’t help but to imagine what they’d look like around his cock. The effects of the weed start to settle in, making both of your heads feel fuzzy. As you sit forward to flick the ash off the joint, the light catches the cross pendant you’re wearing. Something about that makes his want for you grow. So innocent. So pure. He could shape you into exactly what he wanted. An idea pops into his head.

With his pointer finger, he beckons you to come closer, “Wanna try something real quick.” He says, taking the joint back from you.

You nod and obediently shift closer to him. He smirks as he watches, the skirt edging up even further now. He takes a long drag, holding the smoke in, and with his free hand he grips your chin with his ringed fingers and draws you closer, pinching your cheeks so your mouth opens. He leans in the rest of the way and exhales the smoke into your mouth as you inhale it, shotgunning the hit. Sam’s heart feels like it’s about to explode out of his chest. It’s not a kiss but your lips are touching his and god, they feel as soft as he imagined. He feels himself hardening in his pants.

Sam sees the opportunity that’s so easily presented to him, practically on a silver platter. Maybe it’s wrong, maybe he’s taking advantage of you but right now he doesn’t care. He’s going to take what he wants. What he thinks is his. Once all the smoke is exhaled from his mouth and into your’s, he seals it with a sloppy kiss, the metal of his lip stud scraping against your lips.

When you both separate, he’s grinning devilishly. Your bloodshot eyes are wide in surprise. Sure you’ve fantasized about him but that was it. Purity was shoved down your throat for as long as you can remember that even a kiss was borderline taboo. You were able to rationalize smoking weed (it came from a plant, plants were nature, and nature was pure), but not physical intimacy in any capacity. But now as you sat there on his bed a new and undeniable ache was growing between your legs, absentmindedly rubbing your thighs together, an action that doesn’t go unnoticed by Sam. He knows exactly what that means.

He shifts a little closer, like a lion closing in on its prey. “What’s wrong, princess?” He asked with feigned concern.

“I-…Sam…that…you know how I feel about that..” You instinctively reach up ands hold onto the crucifix pendant on the chain on your neck anxiously, “I’ll have to go to confession with this now.” Your nerves are starting to settle in.

Sam scoffs and rolls his eyes, “Oh please. There’s nothing wrong with a kiss. I can promise you that God doesn’t mind. Priests do way worse all the time anyways.” He says in a huff.

You shake your head vehemently, your worry growing but that ache still lingers, only increasing. “That’s not true, Sam.” A pout forms on your lips.

He shakes his head again, “No, it is true..but if you insist…why would another one hurt? If you’re already having to confess, why not make it more worth it? God wouldn’t like it if you wasted his time with something so small..” Maybe he should regret trying to manipulate you like this but his dick is driving his decisions right now, he’ll deal with the consequences later.

To you, he has a point. You wouldn’t want to take up God’s time with something so minuscule like that. You chew on your bottom lip in contemplation, it’s Sam. Your Sammy. He wouldn’t lie to you…right? He’s just looking out for you. Hesitantly, with a sigh you nod your head. He has to suppress a grin at your naïvety.

Scooting closer, he closes the rest of the distance between you two, one of his hands making it’s way to the back of your neck. His eyes flick down to your lips before he leans in, this time capturing your lips in a slow and tender kiss. It doesn’t stay that way for long before he’s shoving his tongue in your mouth. That growing ache for him was almost unbearable at this point.

His lips leave yours to trail wet kisses down your neck and across your throat, savoring every small gasp he pulled from you, and making a mental note of the places that you reacted most positively to. He wanted to go slower for your sake but his cock was becoming painfully hard. He’ll make it up to you later. Nimble fingers make their way to the buttons of your blouse, popping them open so quickly you’re surprised that none fell off. Your head is spinning and you feel all fuzzy as your best friend sees you like this.

Sam nudges you onto your back and your heart feels like it’s in your throat as you look up at him, his pupils blown with lust. He grins down at you while running his hands over the soft skin of your torso. Reaching behind you, he makes quick work of your bra, tossing it aside. He stares unashamedly at your bare breasts, bottom lip caught between his teeth.

“God…so perfect..” He murmurs, kneading the soft flesh. He pinches your erect nipples between his thumbs and pointer fingers, grinning as you yelp. Leaning down, he takes each nipple into his mouth, one at a time, swirling his tongue around the hardened buds. He feels his cock twitch hearing your soft moan.

Once he’s satisfied, he sits up enough to slip his shirt off over his head, tossing it onto the floor somewhere in his room. “You don’t know how long I’ve wanted to do this.” He confesses to you.

Your body is covered in goosebumps, your heart pounding in your chest. You feel your shame and guilt coming in waves. “I-…I don’t know about this Sam.” You whisper and touch your cross necklace absentmindedly.

Sam swats your hand away from it, “There’s no need to worry, sweetheart. Would I ever tell you to do something that was wrong?” He asks innocently. He knows what he’s doing is wrong but he’s already gotten you this far.

You shake your head and his smile returns, “Atta girl,” he reaches a hand up your skirt and teases the crotch of your panties, gasping as he feels the wet patch that’s formed, “Oh Jesus, princess…you can’t say you don’t want this now. You soaked through your panties.” He tuts.

Heat instantly rises to your face and you try to cover it with your hands but he blocks you before you can with a shake of his head. He slips your underwear off from under your skirt and drags a finger teasingly through your slick folds, grinning as you squirm. “Baby…” He murmurs at you. Experimentally he ghosts a finger over your clit, feeling his dick jump again at your soft whimper. He applies pressure to the sensitive bundle, moving his fingers in slow deliberate circles. The soft moans that fall from your lips are immediately committed to memory.

His touch on your body feels so sinful, you feel ashamed as you mewl in pleasure. Just as quick as he was to touch you, his hands are off of you. Your eyes snap open just in time to see him undoing his belt, shimmying his pants down and off. Your breathing quickens seeing the outline of his hardened length in his plaid boxers. He smirks at the expression on your face, letting it fuel his ego a little bit.

Keeping his eyes on you, he slowly eases his boxers down. His cock springs out, slapping below his bellybutton, the tip is an angry red and weepy. The look on your face is a mix of nerves and excitement. He pats your thigh, “Don’t worry princess, I’ll start slow.”

He gets closer, spreading your legs further apart. He grips his length and rubs his tip through your folds, pulling a new sound from you.

Slotting himself between your legs, he grabs them and hooks them around his waist. With a wicked grin he looks down at you. “You know what Samuel means, baby?” He asks, “It means ‘God heard’, but I can promise you, you won’t want God to hear this.” The words were blasphemous to your ears but it’s short lived as he pushes himself into your cunt, groaning as your velvety walls squeeze him deliciously. Your face contorts from the stinging as he keeps sinking all of himself into you.

He tries to give you a moment to adjust but he can’t hold back any longer when he’s finally got you right where he wants you. Sam stars to rock his hips back and forth, his eyebrows knitted together. It’s taking a lot of self control for him to not just cum already from how tight you are. “Fuck princess…been dreaming of this for so long…pussy’s taking me so well..” He grunts out, enjoying the site of you underneath him. The real thing is so much better than anything he ever imagined.

The words are so sinful, but they excite you. Could something that feels this good truly be a sin? The pleasure replaces the pain and your brain blurs the lines of your once cherished religion. In your eyes now, Sam is God.

Your moans fall more freely from your lips, and his thrusts increase. The lewd sounds of his balls slapping against your skin and the squelches reverberate off his bedroom walls. The site below him is enough to make him *almost* believe in God, you’re the closest thing to an angel he’s ever seen, your uniform skirt bunched up at your waist, the crucifix necklace bouncing along with your breasts with each thrust.

Every stroke of his dick in your plush walls drives you both closer and closer to the edge. “Feels-s…so g-good Sam..” You whimper as your nails claw at the flesh on his forearms. Hearing you admit that, he grins again.

“Oh I know it does baby..pussy’s squeezing me so tight..” Beads of sweat start to form along his forehead.

A new type of feeling is building up inside your tummy. “You gonna cum for me, pretty girl?” Sam pants out, “Can feel you getting tighter.”

You nod your head rapidly back and forth, not being able to find your voice as he continues to plunge himself deep into you. The coil was wound impossibly tight, getting harder and harder to hold back.

“Cum for me baby…cum all over my cock.”

It’s like his words open the floodgates, sending your climax crashing into you. Your moans are loud as your walls clamp down tightly around him. After a couple more thrusts, you notice his movements get sloppier. That’s the only warning you get before he’s shooting his hot seed deep inside.

He keeps himself fully sheathed in you for a minute as he catches his breath. He releases the hold on your legs before he slips out, a mixture of both of your creamy fluids oozing out of you. He admires the pornographic site before leaving his room and coming back with a warm rag. He helps you to clean off, a tender gesture after how he’d been moments before.

Sam slips back into the bed, laying beside you and taking you into his arms. Gently he presses his lips to your forehead. “That was amazing sweetheart. You felt so perfect.” He murmurs contentedly against your skin. “Better than I could have ever imagined.”

You turn to look up at him, “You thought about this..with me..?” You ask seemingly shocked.

Sam can’t help but let out a laugh. He just took your virginity and you’re surprised to hear he thought of you in such a way? “Of course I did. Your comment earlier wasn’t too far off. Except it wasn’t just my hand keeping me company. It was the thought of what you looked like under that tiny little uniform. Anytime I saw you in it, I got so painfully hard. I’m surprised you didn’t notice.”

Your cheeks flare a deep pink and he chuckles again, pulling your face closer to press a couple chaste kisses to it.

“I hope you don’t think that this won’t happen again because now that I’ve gotten a taste, I’m gonna want even more from you.”

You want to say it won’t happen again but you know it’s a lie. You’ve felt heaven and you’ll be damned if you don’t get to again. In your eyes now, the only one you’d get on your knees for is Sam. He was the savior in your eyes, your god. Or perhaps he was the fork tongued serpent, tempting you to live deliciously. Either way, you’d submit yourself to him. Heaven or Hell. Righteous or Sinful. He succeeded in blurring those lines.

The words you speak are practically a vow, “You can have all of me.”

Oh he will.

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it had been a couple of days since anakin had found your diary and your mind had been stuck on him since then, each time you saw him your mind was filled with images of that night, the look on his face as he guided his cock into your mouth, the way he felt filling you up, spilling his cum onto your face and chest. you longed for him again, and he knew that and he fucking loved it. he would walk around the house shirtless, shorts hanging off of his hips with no boxers beneath leaving his cock print visible beneath. it took everything within you not to grab him there and then and tug his shorts down and choke on his cock.

you knew he was playing the long game, seeing how long he could make you wait before you came to him begging, tears staining your cheeks and core aching. so you waited, watching, longing but you had done this before, had been holding those dirty little fantasies inside of you for so long so this, you could hold on. sitting in your bedroom hands shoved down your panties toying with your clit until you came picturing anakin sitting in his bedroom, pumping his flushed cock wishing you would give in. so you decided you were going to play anakin at his own game, wearing short skirts and tight fitting tops, forgoing bras and underwear and purposefully bending over when you knew he was behind you giving him the perfect view of your cunt beneath the frilly fabric, grinning when you heard him hiss quietly beneath his breath.

it became a new sick obsession for you both, anakin brushing past you, hands trailing along your spine, grasping at your hips, playing with your skirt's waistband. while you would creep behind him and run your hands down his chest, or slip past him pressing your ass against his crotch. it lasted for a week before everything collapsed.

you were laying in your bedroom, both your father and shmi out on a date night, and anakin was out with friends so you had the house to yourself, though it was about as fun as to be expected, so you decided to write in your diary detailing the games you and anakin had been playing that day.

/ i really thought he was going to give in today, i wore the tiniest skirt i have, it’s hardly even a skirt, so short i haven't worn it since i bought it but god it’s hard, anakin promised this isn't over but i didn't realise i was going to have to beg for it and i don’t want too. he knows i want him, i creamed all over his fucking cock and still, he’s making me wait. i just want him to give in, grab me and fuck me senseless again, i haven’t been able to cum properly since last week, no matter how much i want to it’s like my body needs him, i fucking hate it. god, why won’t he just do something?

“writing more fantasies there, angel?” anakin’s voice cut through the peaceful silence of your bedroom, you titled your head to face him, taking in the skin-tight black jeans that clung to his legs and band t-shirt, the heavy black liner around his eyes, he looked utterly sinful.

“nothing to say,” you replied shortly, turning your face back to the diary, gaze scanning the page, you could feel him still staring at you but decided to remain silent, if he wanted to play this game you would play it.

“oh, baby’s got bite, huh,” anakin snickered, crossing the room and perching himself at the end of the bed, “feeling a bit worked up?” he asked and you scoffed, raising your eyes, watching the way his gaze trailed over your body suddenly aware that you were wearing only a white vest top and a pair of pink cotton panties, you hadn’t expected him home tonight. usually, he and his friends would be out for hours on end not returning until the sun rose, but it was hardly half past eight.

“you wish,” you said with a small smile rolling your eyes at him, watching as his eyes darkened.

“wanna play like that, baby? okay, why don’t you hand me that book and show me what you are writing,” he offered, hand held out expectantly and a shudder ran down your spine as you met his gaze, he was testing you, tempting you to give in.

“why? you gave me what i wanted. you want me fucking say it,” you bit out, but your facade was fading but anakin… anakin broke.

“think now you’ve had my cock you can talk to me like i’m a fucking idiot?” he seethed, reaching over and ripping the diary from your grip and dropping it on the bed before straddling your hips, using one hand to pin your hands above your head in a bruising grip, “acted like a fucking slut all week, flashing me that desperate pussy, practically begging for it and now you wanna act blase?” he was angry, enraged as he glared down at you and you had never felt so small.

“anakin i…” you began to say but he shook his head.

“shut up,” he sneered, “sluts don’t get to talk, they shut their mouths and listen,” and you knew you shouldn’t, your brain was screaming at you to not give in, but that other part of you, your needy cunt needed this, needed him so you nodded. “look at you, all brave until you think you are gonna get cock, embarrassing,”

“i’m sorry,” you spewed out, and before you could even process it his hand was coming up, slapping you harshly around the face leaving behind a burning sting, you gaped up at him, shocked at his action and he smirked.

“i told you to be quiet but you can’t fucking listen can you, so you know what i’m gonna do?” he asked you and all you could do was stare at him, “nothing,” he replied simply letting go of your hands and climbing down from atop of you off of the bed, “you want me you know where to find me,” he said, sending you a teasing wave leaving you alone with a stinging cheek and throbbing cunt. you couldn’t even bring yourself to get off that night, simply curling on your side and hoping, but anakin never came.

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the following day you were unsure of what to do next, cheek-stained rosy and cunt still aching, what you weren’t expecting was to see anakin the second you entered the kitchen, his eyes widening when he saw your face.

“shit,” he gasped walking over to you and cradling your cheek, you blinked up at him stunned, “i didn’t realise i… angel, fuck” he looked horrified, “i was so fucked when i got home last night and i, god,” anakin didn’t know what to say, pretty blue eyes so heart-achingly pained.

“it’s okay,” you said softly but he shook his head frantically.

“it’s not okay, i didn’t ask i just did it, fuck, i was so cross faded, baby, you don’t have to forgive me,” anakin had never been so nice to you ever, maybe after he had fucked you within an inch of your life, but this anakin was so impossibly soft you felt something with you shift, lust melting into something more malleable, something warm and light and it terrified you.

“ani, it’s okay,” you repeated, leaning up and planting a kiss on his lips, it was confident but you had to try, and anakin wilted, arm slipping around your waist and pulling you in, your bodies pressed so close they were practically one. the kiss was soft, a sweet caress of lips on lips before anakin pulled back and planted a soft kiss on your cheek. “wanna know a secret?” you asked him and anakin looked into your eyes, only sincerity glowing in them.

“always, angel,” he whispered and a small smirk twisted itself on your lips.

“i liked it,” you say watching as anakin’s eyes widen before a grin stretches across his face, his hand still resting on your hips pinching down slightly and making you jump.

“cheeky slut,” he teased, leaning in and peppering kisses along the length of your neck making you shiver in delight, “i need you, angel,” he murmured against your neck, “you’ve taken over my entire brain, can’t think of anything but you,”

“take me,” you whispered, “you’ve haunted my thoughts for long enough, ani,” it was a mess of teeth and tongue as anakin pulled you in again, lifting you into his arms, you wrapped your legs around his waist letting him carry you from the kitchen up the stairs, only breaking the kiss to look where he was going every few seconds before suddenly you were being laid back onto your bed, anakin hovering atop of you.

“i’m not gonna be gentle this time,” anakin told you, hands resting on your hips, “i need to make you mine, ruin you for any other man that tries with you, you are fucking mine,” he groaned out, grinding his hips against yours, the delicious thrill of his half hard cock settled between your thighs enough to drive you wild.

“you’ve already ruined me,” you confess like a sinner would on their knees before the priest.

“fuck,” anakin hissed, he grasped the skin of your thighs hiking them up so that they sat around his waist, “want everything from you, don’t hold back,” he demanded, and you knew that you were gone, this sick story was coming to a close and a new book was already in the making as he reached between your bodied and cupped your aching sex.

“yes, yes,” you pleaded, grinding your hips against his hand, you needed to feel him, to have him explore every inch of you and make you his.

“let’s get you out of these clothes, pretty,” he cooed, hands slipping under your top and tugging it off revealing your perky tits beneath, nipples hardening against the cool air, he groaned, cupping them in his large hands and squeezing, “such gorgeous tits, will you let me fuck them a little, baby?” he asked you and you whined.

“fuck yes, want you to come all over them, ani please,” you said, hands falling to the waistband of your shorts, it was an awkward shuffle of bodied as you managed to push them down and kick them from your legs while anakin grinned, still looking at your tits in awe.

“wanna mark them up, let everyone know whose tits they are,” he said, not waiting for confirmation before sinking down and suckling the tops of your breasts, a jolt of pain shot through your body making you shiver in delight. he sucked until the marks were bright red and lay stark against your skin, running his tongue over them soothingly before moving to the next until your breasts were covered. “holy shit,” he gaped.

“s’ pretty,” you murmered looking at the marks he had created.

“so pretty,” anakin agreed, “the fucking prettiest, along with this cunt, been dreaming about having this again,” he told you, tracing his fingers through your aching folds, “always so wet for me, angel,”

“take your clothes off,” you huffed, hips jittering, “wanna see you,” you pleaded, hands clumsily coming up to his belt and tugging at the cuff trying to unloop the fabric.

“desperate girl,” he smirked but obliged, tearing his shirt over his head in a swooping motion before following suit with his jeans, tugging the belt free as you watched in fascination as his jeans and boxers finally came down and his cock sprang free from its confines, hard, flushed and aching.

“anakin,” you hummed in delight at the sight, desperate for him.

“never meet a girl so needy for cock, look like you’ve just won the lottery,” anakin snickered, dragging his cock through your folds, soaking the tip before slapping it against your clit, you hissed at the contact lifing your hips to meet his but anakin pressed his hand your your stomach holding you down. “not yet,” he told you, “get the diary, i promised you a fantasy,” he smirked.

“anakin,” you huffed, pouting, “you know what i want, you don’t need that,” you said but he shook his head.

“wanna read your dirty words first, angel, come on,” he prompted planting a soft slap to your ass cheek making you squeal, scrambling up the bed and grabbing the little diary from its place beneath your pillow and handing it to him. he flicked the pages open, scanning through some older entries along with some older ones, his smile widening as he read your desperate words. “god, you are fucking filithy,”

“stop it,” you cried ripping the book from his hand and reading the page.

/ anakin stood behind me in the kitchen today and i purposefully bent over so that my skirt would come up, i wasn't wearing any underwear so he saw everything, i’m pretty sure i heard him moan. it made me so wet i wonder if he noticed, i wanted him to grab me and ram his cock inside me. i’ve seen porn where girls get fucked from behind, pinned against a counter or on their hands and knees, hair threaded through their partner's hands, tugging them back. or sometimes the guy had his hands wrapped around their throat. i bet anakin is good at choking, his hands are so big, he could probably fit his hand around my neck easily and choke me out, i tried it myself, squeezed hard enough that it made my head spin, i think even without my vibrator i would have cum so fucking hard from that. i hope he gives in soon.

“wanna feel my hands around your throat, angel?” anakin asked you, “want me to pound you from behind, take you like a slut? should have known you would love that,” you moaned at his words, slamming the book shut and tossing it from the bed.

“yes, ani, you know what i want so please, please do something,” you begged, crawling over to him and straddling his hips, wet cunt dragging against his hard cock, he groaned, grasping your hips tightly and rocking against you, his cock head catching at the rim of your swollen hole.

“gotta let you ride me one day, baby,” he murmured into your ear, “but right now i want you on your hands and knees, ass up,” he prompted and who were you to ignore instructions? you quickly moved into place, trying to remember who the girls do it in porn, the position was a little uncomfortable, knees not used to holding your weight like this, anakin ran his hand along your back soothingly, unlocking the tensed muscles that rippled beneath his touch revealing a subtle arch as you dipped down against the bed, breasts brushing against the cotton sheets. “look at that,” anakin said, “fucking perfect,” not seeing him made your skin prickle, every touch seemed to set your nerves on fire, especially when he drew his hands to your rounded ass, grasping at the flesh with keen fingers.

“ani, stop teasing,” you complained earning a sharp slap on your ass, the pressure making you jolt.

“needy little slut,” anakin spat, “just trying to appreciate the view but you are so focused on getting something inside that desperate cunt, want it so bad then fucking take it,” and he was inside you, despite his harsh words anakin was gentle with you, only pushing the tip into your dripping hole and holding it there for a few seconds before pushing deeper, your walls greedily sucking him in, his cock a weclome introusion after weeks of needy fingers helplessly pressing at your gummy walls, clumsily chasing a phantom release.

“yes, yes, yes,” you chanted, head dropping down against the bed as anakin began to thrust, the burn was expected, you hadn’t had him in weeks and with no prep you were bound to be a little sore, but you wanted this, wanted it to hurt, wanted to remember the feeling of him inside of you for days to come. his thrusts were shallow at first, hardly sinking all the way in before pulling out again, he continued this for a few moments, hands grasping at your hips before you began to whine, “ani, it’s okay, i need you harder, deeper, wanna feel your cock in my fucking stomach,” you simpered, dirty words pouring from petal lips, but it worked, you felt anakin’s dick twitch inside of you.

“such a dirty mouth, angel,” he groaned, hand threading through your hair and yanking, the action jerking you backward so that anakin was fully sheathed inside of you and you fucking loved it, moaning loudly at the feeling of being so full, the pressure of his cock head against your cervix and the burn of your scalp would have been enough to make you cum, but then he began to jackhammer inside of you, hips thrusting at a brutal pace, filling every inch of you.

“oh my god,” you screeched, tears glossing your eyes, as you let anakin abuse your sopping cunt. tip pressing against the spongey spot inside of you that made your head spin.

“that’s it, baby, scream for me,” anakin hissed, hands bruising on your hips, as he sank deeper, and deeper, you swore you could feel him in your guts, this angle allowing him to go deeper than he had before, he was everywhere, you vaguely wondered what it would feel like if he spilled inside of you, cum coating your insides, it was disgusting, so, so wrong but you knew you would have to ask him for it one day, maybe leave it in your diary and hope he finds it, but you had little time to ponder as anakin’s hand untangled from your hair and began to creep its away around your throat, just holding it, waiting.

“ani,” you pleaded, his fingertips dancing along your pulse point, palm warm even against your fiery skin.

“you want it?” he asked, squeezing ever so slightly so that you could feel the pressure but not enough to cut off air flow.

“yes, want it so bad, anakin please,” he laughed, a dark mocking thing that made your pussy cleanch.

“come on, angel you can beg better than that,” anakin litled, you couldn’t see him but you knew he was smiling, amused by the pathetic girl wrapped around his cock, so desperate for him no matter what he could say or do, you would still trail after him cock hungry and begging.

“choke me, ani, please, want your hands around my throat, want you to fuck me like a slut, please, please, need it so bad, please, ani,” you didn’t had to wait to see if you begged well enough before anakin’s hand tightened, pressing in all the right places to cut off your wind pipe, a dull aching feeling lingering as the blood rushed from your head, it was hypnotic, something welling inside of you, loving the control he held over your entire body. you were his, whether he wanted it or not. the slick sound of your cunt taking his cock filled the room not that your moans were cut off, it made you shudder.

“baby, baby,” anakin panted, hips stuttering inside of you, “fuck, you are a dream, angel,” he said, voice shaky, “gonna need you to cum soon, you feel so fucking good wrapped around me, don’t think i can hold it much longer and i still need to feel those tits around me,”

“fuck,” you cried at the sound of his shakey voice, words garbled by anakin’s hand around your thoat, he loosened it for a moment allowing you to gulp in a large breath of air before it tightened once again, thumb pressing against your pule point, you whimpered, tears spilling down your cheeks as you let anakin rock against you.

“play with your clit for me, angel,” anakin told you, pace not slowing but you could feel his dick twitching, you did as he said, one hand sliding to the sticky mess between your thighs, you were tempted to feel at the place between the two of you, the connection of his cock deep inside of you but you worried that would set anakin off, so you began to circle your clit, the loss of one arm to balance with make you shaky, body jerking forward violently so anakin grabbed your other arm, wrenching it behind your back and holding it there, other hand still on your throat, his body supporting your entire weight. it was fucking heavenly, you were completely at his disposal, he could do anything he wanted to you and you would let him.

“mmh,” you stuttered out, voice lost beneath anakin’s vice grip, that coil in your stomach welling, you could feel it expanding, coiling down your spine and encasing your entire lower body. you needed it, that lust you had felt for weeks reaching closer to a crescendo, you wanted him to ruin you, to tear you in two a bury himself beneath your skin so you could feel him forever. your heart pounded against your chest, body aching with want.

“that’s it,” anakin cooed, “you can let go, come all over my cock, angel girl,” he whispered, squeezing your throat tighter, white spots danced in your vision, the feeling of his cock head bullying your cervix, the dizzying lack of air in your head and the way he held you, it was enough to send you spinning. everything went dark, you felt entirely weightless, the glow of your orgasm consuming your entire body and you were gone.

when you came too, anakin was hovering over you, your body now laid flat and he looked adoringly down on you, bottom lip pinched between his teeth.

“oh, baby,” he sounded awe struck, you blinked up at him, hazy from the force of the orgasm that had consumed you, “you squirted, angel,” he told you and you looked down, his entire cock and stomach was sodden as well as the sheets beneath you two, you gaped, stunned.

“i did that?” you whispered and anakin swopped in, peppering kisses along the curve of your lips.

“yes, yes you did, so fucking hot, never seen a girl squirt in person before, it was fucking insane,” anakin said, almost giddy, “such a good girl, angel, something out of a dream i swear to god,” he continued too kiss you, along your lips, trailing across your cheeks and you squirmed, hands shakily coming to his shoulders.

“ani,” you say, breathlessly, still taken aback by what you had done, like anakin you had only seen squirting in porn, you couldn’t even imagine that you yourself could do it.

“yes, baby, anything,” he sounded frantic, hips rutting against the wetness between your thighs, still chasing his relief as he praised you.

“my tits,” you gasped out through over sensitivity as he cock brushed your swollen clit, “fuck my tits, ani, please,” he pulled back, a dreamy smile painted on his lips as he shuffled up the bed, hips stradling your stomach.

“you really want this?” he asked gently, and you nodded, you needed this, needed him to come, you watched in bliss as he reached behind him, coating his palm in your wetness and smearing it between your tits until the skin glistened before guiding his cock along the silken channel, “push them together for me, angel, make it nice and tight like your pussy for me,” he instucted, your hands dragged up your sides and too your swollen breasts, pressing them together, your thumbs trailing along the marks anakin had left before.

“yes, just like that,” anakin whispered, rutting his hips, cock sliding between your tits with a squealch. his cock head bumped against your chin and impulsibely you dipped your head, capturing the weeping thing between your lips and suckling, it was a mess of spit, slick and cum and anakin moaned, louder than you had ever heard him moan before. you glanced at him through your lashes and almost lost it, anakin looked wrecked, lips parted and stained crimson, hair ruffled atop his head in messy waves, eyes wide as he looked down at you, and when you made eye contact he cried out, hips stuttering as he came in your mouth. you tried to swallow as much as you could, but some escaped and dripped onto your tits in a milky stream.

“angel,” anakin’s breathing raged as he pulled his spent cock from your mouth and you smiled up at him, body still weak but all you could feel was light, it burned bright within you and extended out like sunlight leaking through the clouds at dawn. “you… i… i have never come so hard in my life than i have with you,” he laughed breathlessly, you echoed the sound as he sank onto you, head pressed against your soiled chest but he didn’t care and neither did you. it was your mess that you had made together, and you loved that thought more than you should.

“same,” you managed to say, exhaustion consuming you as you curl your arms around anakin, relishing in the feeling of his warmth.

“i have no choice now,” anakin said, “you are my fucking girl, i don’t care about what our parents say, this is it for me, i need you,”

“anakin,” you gasped, taken aback by his confession, what was he saying? what did this mean now? how could you ever tell your parents how this sick obsession had bloomed into something more, it was wrong, twisted, and despicable, but you couldn’t ignore what you felt and you knew it was him, he was it for you.

“don’t worry, angel, i’ll work it out,” he murmured against your chest and you nodded, anakin knew what he was doing, or you could only hope he did as he finally came around again and scooped you into his arms to take you to clean up in the bathroom.

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maybe another part…

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tagged people who asked for a part two !

[catnipaddictt]

Sam Monroe being all sad on drugs so he comes and cuddles up on ur chest

sam monroe x gn!reader

wc: 0.3k

cw: mentions of drug use, sam is high, cuddling.

Lying on Sam’s bed you stare at the posters covering his walls. He was supposed to be home half an hour ago, but there was still no sign of him. Reasoning with yourself, you come to the conclusion that he had maybe stopped at a shop for snacks or seen someone he knew. 

Eventually you hear his heavy footsteps climbing the stairs to his room and see the door creak open. He steps into the room, not noticing your figure on-top of his bed. He throws his headphones onto his desk and drapes his jacket on the back of a chair. 

He seems…off. You don’t know what it is, but he carries himself differently. Long gone is the confident Sam you know, instead he is replaced by another version of your boyfriend. Turning around he sees you looking at him, and before you can question him, he is climbing onto you, placing his head on your chest. 

Your hand reaches up, tangling itself in Sam’s hair. Suddenly it clicks in your brain, you realise he is high off his mind and in need of some comfort. You move yourself so you are more comfortable before letting him close his eyes for a bit. You can feel the slow rise and fall of his chest against yours and you are almost certain he is listening to your steady heartbeat. 

Time passes as your hands run absent-mindedly through his box dyed hair, scratching gently at his scalp. It wasn’t uncommon for Sam to become sad after smoking, his mind wandering and in dire need of your arms around him.

You almost don’t notice when he speaks softly “m’sorry” he mumbles. “It’s okay Sam” you respond quietly, rubbing his back soothingly. He nuzzles his head against you instead of replying, moving so his arm wraps around you, pushing himself impossibly close to you.

You can feel him dozing off against you, hair a mess, and black eyeliner smudged. Folding your arms over him, you close your eyes, content with him squashing you slightly in his sleep.

This was super short and probably contains lots of mistakes but oh well

Taglist: @heartsforanakin @qvnthesia @ysrjune @anisscarletstarlet

[cam-ryt]

Do you sometimes think about the crushing loneliness Darth Vader had to endure for a decade when he's unable to be alone, when he hates it so much ? Because I do, often.

[doodlesandbooks]

Sometimes I remember that Shaak Ti owned goth boots. 

[super-oddity]

Ahsoka, part four: Fallen Jedi.

[lunarnightt]

Unpopular opinion but EMO! Anakin Skywalker definitely likes to date the goth girl who actually is secretly a softy