#modern star wars smut au

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this is just a silly little warm up drabble to get me back in to writing but.... modern!anakin as the fun but lowkey deadbeat dad and you, the kids' babysitter after he divorces padme is haunting my brain. this is a little different from my usual writing style so if it's a flop everyone close their eyes ok thanks

warning there's no actual infidelity here but it's a little iffy it's a little close. as per usual minors dni

you know he's not the best dad. really, most of the time he just feels like a kid that never grew up. he's childish, snappy, and if you ask him who leia or luke's teacher is he's got no idea.

but man does he love those kids.

you started off as padme and anakin's babysitter; a bandaid to padme's problems with a marriage that's falling apart. she's exhausted, tired of taking care of two tiny seven year olds that are a little too good at getting into trouble. you'd know, you've seen it yourself so so often.

when anakin comes home, he gets to be the fun parent. always away on business trips or whatever-- and you know he's not cheating, he's too faithful to their marriage to do that-- but it doesn't change the fact that he really isn't doing much around the house.

padme doesn't confide to you often but when she does, over a glass of wine after the kids are tucked in and some thriller from twenty years ago is playing on their flatscreen, she tells you things. about their dead bedroom, created mostly by the fact that she can't stand anakin's touch anymore.

and you sympathize with her, you really do; he needs to do more chores around the house, he needs to stop contradicting padme when she gives a consequence to the kiddos and back her parenting up. he's making her the villain in the kids' eyes, you hear her!

but... you don't fully understand how she's able to keep her hands off of him. if you were in her position, you'd probably feel the same, but you're not and anakin skywalker is really. fucking. hot.

but that's none of your business.

until they've divorced. anakin's moved out but the kids are over there the weeks that he's in town and not on business trips. you come early one day, forgetting that the kids come home later on wednesdays, and anakin's in the garage, slid under his car, fixing something that you don't care about right now.

what you do care about is that he's shirtless, with motor oil streaked across his abs, his skin glinting in the afternoon sun and you want to lick it off of him. you should look away, should feel some type of shame, but you don't.

you only realize that you've been ogling him when he slides out a little more and laughs at your sight glued to his body, putting on a show of gulping down water and letting it fall messily. you can't help it, you watch the beads of water trail down his chest, down to his happy trail, and you have to hold back a whimper because dammit, you want him to bend you over the hood of his car and fuck you.

"d'you wanna come in?" he asks, getting up to turn off his music. some blend of early 2000s rock that fits him a little too well. "kids aren't home," anakin says. you don't have it in you to say no.

you're not sure what exactly started everything, but it doesn't matter when he's got your legs spread, has you leaning on the back of the couch and his face is buried between your legs, sucking on your clit and fucking your hole with his tongue. you can feel his nose drag against your labia, and it feels so good you have to hold back the whimpers and moans with your hand clamped to your mouth.

at this, anakin's just laughing at you, teasing you, "when was the last time you got laid, baby? just seein' a little skin got you this worked up?" and you can't manage a word back, distracted by the feel of him and the anxiety of needing to get this done to pick the kids up from the bus.

anakin's not worried about time, tho. he knows he can make you cum in five mins, that's all. and he does. by the time you're finished, his face is fucking soaked, and you'll be more than lucky if the neighbors didn't hear.

doesn't take much convincing after that to start coming in earlier on wednesdays.

[hopesworlld]

౨ৎ only you, my girl, only you, babe

౨ৎ 𝗽𝗮𝗶𝗿𝗶𝗻𝗴 — jealous!anakin x fem!reader

౨ৎ 𝘀𝘂𝗺𝗺𝗮𝗿𝘆 — you can't leave anakin, you just can't, he won't survive it

౨ৎ 𝘄𝗼𝗿𝗱 𝗰𝗼𝘂𝗻𝘁 — 1k

౨ৎ 𝘄𝗮𝗿𝗻𝗶𝗻𝗴𝘀 — swearing, jealous!ani, arguing, crying, using sex as a means to make up, smut ( dry humping, fingering, unprotected sex, p in v, creampie, mentions of oral f receiving ) think that’s all !

౨ৎ 𝗵𝗼𝗽𝗲 𝘀𝗽𝗲𝗮𝗸𝘀 ! — he's so whiny, i want him

part two part three masterlist

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"baby, please, just tell me what you were doing talking to him," anakin pleaded, his face tight with tension as he followed you though your shared apartment.

"ani, he's my friend i've known him since uni," you groaned, entering your bedroom, "we literally lived together for three years why are you being like this?" you questioned, turning to face him with narrowed eyes, watching as anakin's face dropped, he pinched the bridge of his nose, glasses sliding down as he pouted at you.

“i saw how he looked at you, how he hugged you…” he said and you shook your head, frustration welling in your chest as you watched anakin’s hands twitch, lips trembling.

“oh my god, anakin, he literally just hugged me, we are good friends you are being ridiculous,” you told him, turning around and walking over to your wardrobe, pulling out some more comfortable clothes to wear around the house, you loved anakin with every fiber of your being, but you couldn’t help but feel trapped when he got like this, so possessive and needy, acting as though everyone in the world was against him.

“baby, you know i’m not mad at you,” anakin began but you span around, eyes hard and voice like ice as you spoke to him.

“you’re not?” you spat, “oh, you aren’t mad at me for absolutely nothing? well thank you, anakin, i really fucking appreciate it,” anakin’s eyes went glassy, sniffling wetly, gaze falling to his feet.

“baby, i’m sorry,” anakin whimpered, tears rolling down his golden cheeks, “please don’t be mad at me,” he begged but you simply ignored him, you felt bad, you always did when anakin cried, he was such a sensitive soul, so desperate for approval, for your love, he had never felt like enough, never felt that he deserved you and it made your heartache but you couldn't keep feeding into his jealousy.

you went about doing what you were doing, tugging your shirt off and replacing it with a soft t-shirt, an old one you had, had since you were a teenager belonging to your father, before tugging down your skirt and slipping on a pair of shorts, the motions were soothing to you as you listened to anakin cry, something to distract yourself.

“baby,” anakin whined, “don’t ignore me, please, please, talk to me,” he came up behind you, wrapping his arms around your waist, burning his wet face into your neck, “i love you, i love you so much, please don’t ignore me,” you sighed, relaxing slightly in his hold. “baby?” he whispered, planting butterfly kisses along the side of your neck, paying extra attention to your sweet spot just bellow your jaw.

“ani,” you said gently, “you can’t keep doing this,” you scolded lightly, heart clenching when anakin sniffled, clinging to you tighter, arms a secure weight around your hips.

“i know, baby, i’m so so sorry, i don’t wanna hurt you, please, just don’t leave me,” he begged and you could feel his cock hardening against your back as he began to grind on you, short little thrusts that brought a swell of heat into your stomach.

“ani,” you sighed, “i’m not gonna leave you, angel, you just need to stop getting so upset every time i talk to another guy, i only want you,” you told him and anakin melted.

“yea?” he asked you, beginning to grind against you harder, little gasps falling from his lips, “only me?” he whispered.

“yes, ani, you i promise,” you said, a small groan escaping you when anakin pressed himself harder against you, cock brushing against your clothed cunt, “fuck, ani,”

“am i making you feel good, baby? tell me, baby, do you like it?” he asked, rutting harder against you, exhaling harshly against the back of your neck, he was still whimpering, tears flooding down his cheeks as he pleaded with you.

“yes, so good, ani,” you promised him as he began to tug at your shorts with needy hands, pulling them down along with your panties exposing you cunt to the cold air, you shuddered but it wasn’t long before anakin was sinking his fingers into your sopping heat, opening you up for him. you hissed at the sensation, cocking your hips back against him.

“i’m the only one that can make you feel like this,” anakin said, “only me, promise me,” he begged, thrusting his fingers harsher, and you moaned at the stimulation tilting you head back to rest on anakin’s shoulder.

“i promise, angel, only you can make me feel this good,” you stammered out and anakin sobbed, you heard him shuffling behind you, pulling his cock free from his jeans, he hardly gave you a second to think before he was tugging his fingers from your pussy and replacing them with his cock, he didn’t give you time to adjust, thrusting into you harshly, groaning at the feeling of your cunt cleanching around his throbbing cock.

“baby, oh fuck, feel so good wrapped around me,” anakin told you, gently pressing at your back so that you were bent over, one hand secured around your waist holding you in place while the other was holding you down, you hissed at the new position, the angle allowing anakin to sink deeper into you, cock head brushing against your cervix.

“fuck, ani, just like that,” you praised and anakin’s hips jolted, “doing so good for me, just like that,” you said, eyes fluttering shut as anakin continued to fuck into you with needy whines, chasing his relief as well as yours, one of your hands fell to your clit, swirling your index finger around the bundle of nerves in a figure eight pattern, you knew anakin wouldn’t last long when he was worked up like this this and it would break him if you didn’t cum, last time that had happened he had eaten you out until you were sobbing, tears streaming down your cheeks and hips shaking with overstimulation.

“fuck, baby, so wet,” anakin said, “god, this pussy was made for me, we fit so good together,” anakin told you, “no one else could get your pussy this wet, make you feel so good,” his words were becoming mindless blabber as he drew closer to his orgasm, you could feel his cock twitching inside of you, “mine, all mine,” he said, and you nodded along, mind becoming fuzzy from pleasure.

“yours, ani, all your’s,” you promised, cunt cleanching as you drew closer, the sensation of anakin pumping deep inside if you and the stimulation on your clit enough to send you over the edge.

“yes, yes, fuck, never leave me, never ever, never,” anakin commanded though his voice was squeaky, high pitched as you felt his hips stutter, “i’m gonna cum,” he cried out.

“that’s it, come for me, ani, wanna feel you cum, angel, fill me up,” you told him breathily, thrusting you hips back to meet him and anakin was gone, his thrusts were erratic before he spilled into your pussy, filling you up with his seed. you moaned, the feeling of his hot cum flooding your insides enough to send you spiralling, a scream falling from your lips as you clenched around anakin’s cock, milking him of every last drop before going lax in his hold.

“i love you,” anakin whispered, “i love you so much,”

“i love you too, ani,” you replied, letting him tug you towards the bed, collapsing down together in a mess of limbs.

“don’t ever leave me, okay?” anakin said, and you nodded.

“never, i’m yours,” you promised.

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i kinda hate this but i wanted to write some whiny ani so hope you enjoyed !

tags: @johnbassplayercutie

[queenie-official]

photos of Hayden and cars i’ve collected that i think give off modern car guy Ani🤭

nobody asked for this but i needed to share 🫶🏼

[mistress-amidala]

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𝙿𝚛𝚘𝚕𝚘𝚐𝚞𝚎. 𝐖𝐡𝐞𝐫𝐞 𝐈𝐭 𝐀𝐥𝐥 𝐁𝐞𝐠𝐚𝐧

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TROPE Nerd Anakin x sister’s best friend reader.

NOTES set in modern au.

WARNINGS I’m not an American so writing the school stuff might be a little shitty.

Puberty affects everyone different, some people get breakouts and hormonal acne. Other’s suffer from voice cracks and lower voices. Overall, it’s a time of significant change.

And changed it did…

At least it did for Anakin, he noticed himself developing certain feelings. For a certain… someone. Crushes weren’t terrible right? Perfectly naturally, except this one. Happened to be on his sister’s best friend. The term ‘crush,��� seemed too little to describe his feelings towards y/n l/n.

He’d watched many movies and had read plenty of books and he knew. It was love. True love. Not puppy love, not a fling, not a crush. But love. Unrequited… at least he thought. But love nonetheless.

It was obvious, the lingering glances. The blushing cheeks, the pure adoration in his puppy dog eyes. Unconditional. To truly love someone is to care for them more than yourself, and he did. He would lay down his life for her without hesitation. He would climb the highest mountains, he would swim in the deepest seas. Every breath he took was for her.

And he was alright with that, because it was you. His angel. Perhaps you wouldn’t understand the depths to which his feelings towards you were. But that was okay to him, because you were in his life. And he would take your presence in any capacity he could get. You understood him effortlessly in a way no one else could manage to do. And he wouldn’t trade that for the world.

[princessbrunette]

Thinking about modern!Anakin about to go down on you and he stops to adjust his hat so it’s backwards instead of just taking it off…

anon u have my heart. oh my fucking god.

the thing is, this is a reoccurring thing. the first time it happens, he can’t help but smirk — which then turns into a chuckle when you burst into giggles, which only intensify when he says some shit like “putting my hat in sports mode.” he laughs heartily, dropping a smile-infused kiss on your inner thigh when you tip your head back with uncontrollable giggles, thinking you’re the cutest lil thing in the world.

but then it happens in a less goofy scenario, and god is it hot. you’re leaving him for the night to go out for drinks with your friends— and anakin, being clingy like he is, is feeling absolutely devastated, wanting to spend the evening with you. infact, he’s willing to do just about anything to get you to stay, especially when you look that good. and he looks good too, i mean really good — naturally, standing there with the black baseball cap, black tshirt that fits him just right, the grey sweatpants, big puppy dog eyes when he says “don’t go.”

as soon as he sees you hesitate, just a little bit, he swoops in — knowing time is crucial. he’s backing you against the wall, staring pleadingly into your eyes before nudging your jaw with his lips so he can mouth at it, hands sliding down the wall and then grasping your shoulders, a silent plea to stay put. the side of his cap digs into your cheek from the angle and he’s whispering “don’t go.” again when he feels you melt, a soft whimper leaving you as he tongues your neck— and then, god he’s dropping to his knees softly right there in the hallway and delicately pulling your skirt up to your stomach and pulling your panties all the way to the side. he turns his cap backwards. “c’mon baby, stay.”

whatever he says next is muffled, his face in your cunt. you don’t go out that night.

[adorbzliz]

𝙁𝙖𝙢𝙞𝙡𝙮 𝙗𝙚𝙖𝙘𝙝 𝙩𝙧𝙞𝙥

·:*¨༺ ♱✮♱ ༻¨*:·

Pairing: Emo!Anakin x Reader

(enemies to friends to lovers)

PART 1

✧˖° A/N: this will include y/n (i’m new to tumblr and never see people referring to a y/n but idk i came from Wattpad 😭), this is basically just Sam Monroe with Anakin’s clinginess and and backstory (modern), this is my first fanfic so pls excuse me if it’s horrible 🙏😓

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𝖸𝗈𝗎𝗋 𝗆𝗈𝗍𝗁𝖾𝗋 𝖻𝗋𝗂𝗇𝗀𝗌 𝗁𝖾𝗋 𝖻𝖾𝗌𝗍 𝖿𝗋𝗂𝖾𝗇𝖽 𝗈𝗇 𝗒𝗈𝗎𝗋 𝖿𝖺𝗆𝗂𝗅𝗒’𝗌 “𝗒𝖾𝖺𝗋𝗅𝗒 𝖻𝖾𝖺𝖼𝗁 𝗍𝗋𝗂𝗉”, 𝗎𝗇𝖾𝗑𝗉𝖾𝖼𝗍𝖾𝖽𝗅𝗒 𝖻𝗋𝗂𝗇𝗀𝗂𝗇𝗀 𝗁𝖾𝗋 𝗀𝗈𝗈𝖽 𝗅𝗈𝗈𝗄𝗂𝗇𝗀 𝗌𝗈𝗇 𝗐𝗂𝗍𝗁 𝗁𝖾𝗋.

“Y/N!”

She hears her mother call, groaning as she trips over her feet while slipping on some pj shorts.

“Comingggg!” She yells back, grabbing her phone and earbuds before tumbling down the stairs messily.

She grabs her bag she packed the night before-probably the only part of the trip she had panned ahead-as her earbuds and phone hang off of her arms uncomfortably.

her mom clears her throat with a glare, motioning to a woman sitting nearby with a gentle smile. Y/n assumes this was the friend her mother had told her about, so she try’s not to spill everything out of her arms as she clumsily introduces herself.

“Hello i’m-“ The woman cuts her off calmly. “i know who you are, dear. your mother has told me many great things about you.” The woman nods her head. Y/n, feeling silly in the kind woman’s presence, smiled back. “Right, sorry.” Y/n stuttered out.

“You’re Shmi, correct?” She asked, trying to rekindle the conversation. “Yes, mother of Anakin.” She introduced. Anakin? She didn’t hear anything about an Anakin. She dosen’t have to energy or confidence to mention it as she just politely greets Shmi, exchanging more kind words before she stumbles out the door.

Y/n gets to the car, blasting her music as she pops open the trunk while moving her hips to the music. She throws her things in, grabbing a energy drink and blanket out of her bag for the trip.

She walks over to the back door, swinging it open only to be met with a blue haired boy. They both looked a bit surprised to see each other, y/n more than the mystery man.

“Who are you??”

They both ask in sync, their tone of voice annoyed and confused. “Wait.. are you Y/n?” The boy asked, looking her up and down.

“Yeah? What about it?” She asked catiously, trying to sound intimidating. The boy just laughs, slipping on his headphones before shutting the door in her face. Rude much?!

She then realized that the boy was most likely Anakin, annoyed she’d have to sit in the car with him for seven hours on top of sharing a room with him for two weeks. Oh god, she won’t make it.

✧˖° sorry this was short! i have like 3 other drafts so if this gets decent attention ill start updating it regularly. i have a lot of cute but angsty stuff planned for this series if i continue so lmk if you’d like me to continue!

[cillivnz]

TRICKSTER

pairing. anakin skywalker x f!reader

trope. best friends decide to fuck? idk.

synopsis. when you decide to flex your tricks with a keg-stand on anakin, he decided to drink with you, but not the liquor— your pussy.

warnings. NSFW. 18+. modern au. porn without plot, alcohol consumption, brief dubcon (turns consensual), cunnilingus, brief ass-eating (return of analkin), outdoors, cursing, mention of alcohol poisoning, pet-names, slight degradation, vaginal fingering, breast-play, cum-eating.

a/n. i need both things incorporated here; a keg stand and anakin eating me out. i’ve used a picture of sam monroe here, i just felt like it fit the au better, let me know if you guys maybe would wanna read something for him? twirls hair, bats eyelashes at you.

“ANI, WATCH THIS,” you ask him, for the third time in a row to watch you cannonball into the lavish pool. anakin feigns faux pride in you, clapping sarcastically when you swim up to the surface to see his reaction.

the clear poison coursing through your veins, the bittersweet smirnoff that you’ve been chugging neat, had began working its magic into your senses.

you were home alone, your parents’ place left to you all by yourself as they left for business outside of coruscant. with the sun shooting heatwaves directly at your city, you decided what better way to make peace with your solitude than to invite your childhood best friend over to drink the day away?

ANAKIN SKYWALKER WAS MORE than happy to oblige to your “pretty please’s,” pulling up to the house in nothing but black trunk shorts, while you were in a black, skimpy bikini.

he’d been ogling at you the whole time, too.

you pretended not to notice the bite of his lip when your cleavage would come into sight, and shrug away the feeling of his eyes devouring your ass whenever you had your back towards him.

with his help, you had set up a keg-stand, eager to impress with some tricks up your sleeve.

“hey, anakin,” you called out, a mischievous half-smile tugging at your lips. “hm?” he looked up to you. the liquor trickling down his stubbled chin, his brows furrowed at the feel of his tastebuds dying at the hands of the alcohol. using the back of his large hands, he wiped off his face.

you squirmed at the sight.

he was your best friend, but you had eyes.

anakin’s always been a gorgeous boy, the perfect man to have. easy on the eyes, funny, attentive, possessive, and just so, so good to you.

and only you, it seems.

nobody else gets this princess treatment, none but you.

you smiled triumphantly, you were fawning over a man that wasn’t even yours, but you’d be damned if you cared to stop.

“check this out!” you raced over to the stand, getting in position to start chugging.

WAS THIS A BAD IDEA? probably.

would you care to stop? fuck no.

anakin looked over at you, amused. he raised a brow at your current state; ass in the air, tits flopping in the barely covering bikini top, your form slightly wavering, causing him to walk over to you.

“very impressive, trickster.” he tried not to chuckle. “need help?” he asked, snaking his hands around your waist to steady you. your heart skipped several beats at the gesture, now realising how awkward this position is.

his face so close— too close to your ass— that you felt his hot breath on your wet skin.

his hands began to roam, kneading the flesh— whatever flesh he could touch, massaging your waist and hips, before making his way to your chest. you nearly choked on the beer shooting up your mouth when he untied the strings of your bikini, letting the top fall to the ground.

“hey, sweetheart,” he mocked your earlier tone,

“SWEETHEART, WATCH THIS!” he grinned devilishly before shifting your thong to the side and shoving his face between your folds.

your legs instinctively wrapped around his shoulders, trying so hard not to choke on the relentless liqueur shooting through the pipe.

anakin was cruel, what if the liquid went down the wrong hole and you choked to death?

speaking of the wrong hole, his tongue now licked the tight rim of your ass, smirking to see you writhe in discomfort.

“anakin, what the f—” you gasped for air as the pipe left your mouth.

“shh,” anakin spoke against your drooling slit, sending shivers down your spine (or up, since you are hanging upside down?) “don’t waste, and show me all the tricks you’ve been talking my ear off to show.” his arm wrapped around your slim waist to steady you, while the free hand traveled down to your chest to pinch and pull at your nipples.

you moaned, gushing around his face. his little stubble pricked at your skin, while his tongue sent sharp jolts of pleasure through you when he taunted your clit with the tip; the sensation, delicious, much like the taste of you for anakin.

“such a sweet cunt, i can’t believe it took just one bottle of vodka to get you laid out for me.” he slurred against you, sucking harshly on your clit, easing a finger into your walls.

you moaned pornographically, gagging on the pipe.

for your sake, and his, he better finish what he started before you die of alcohol poisoning.

but with the fervency with which he was assaulting your poor pussy, you ought to rest assured.

“cum on my tongue, slut. i wanna taste you in my mouth, not the booze.” he grabbed you by the hips and began grinding your entire body on his face; drenched in your juices, but not once stopping, he sucked the soul out of your swollen clit, while his fingers curled against your g-spot.

you clenched your thighs around his head, not that anakin minded, struggling to drink beer while anakin was doing just fine drinking your juices.

with one final lick on your clit, and one final thrust of two of his fingers, he had you coming undone in his mouth, like he wanted.

he helped you down, but wouldn’t leave you alone. he groped your breasts roughly, shoving his tongue into your mouth. you weren’t even given a jiffy to yourself to breathe.

when he broke the kiss, he had that mischievous look on his face; the one that gets you into the best kind of trouble.

“ani—” you said his name in a cautionary tone, but it was too late; he swept you off your feet and headed indoors.

“anakin, let go of me!” you chuckled, flopping around like a fish out of water on his shoulder.

“not a chance,” he tsk’ed at your request, like it was the stupidest idea ever.

“unless you want me to fuck you outdoors?” he looked over at you, a hopeful glee in his eyes.

your tricks have come around to bite you in the ass, little trickster. now, brace yourself for a hell of a pounding.

main masterlist. more of anakin.

[ofstarsandvibranium]

Dangerous Games: Part 3 (Final)

Fandom: Star Wars - The Acolyte (Biker AU)

Pairing: Qimir x F!Reader

Summary: A stranger on a motorcycle arrives in your small town and you can’t help but be intrigued by him and this mission that he’s set on.

Warning: smut - oral (m & f receiving), fingering, p in v

Part 1 | Part 2 | Qimir Masterlist

As soon as the door shuts behind you, Qimir is on you. He holds your face in his hand as he fervently kisses you. You slowly walk him back to your bed, until the back of his legs hit the edge. He falls back onto the bed and you stand there hesitantly.

He sits up, "It's okay if you want to stop," he looks up at you in concern and it's a little surprising. His demeanor is much different than the cocky, flirtatious man you saw earlier.

You shake your head, "No, I-I want this, it's just...this is so unlike me. It feels...weird."

"I know I was coming on strong, but we don't have to have sex, if you're uncomfortable. We can just makeout or you can tell me to fuck off. I'll get dressed and sleep in the guest room like you offered. No harm done."

You narrow your eyes at him and groan in frustration, "Okay you being considerate and understanding makes you so much hotter and I kind of hate it."

Qimir chuckles and shrugs, "Sorry?"

You blow out some air and let a beat of silence pass before you say, "Fuck it." You immediately unhook your bra, tossing to the side and pushing down your underwear.

Qimir smirks at you, "I find it very hot when a woman is after what she wants."

You roll your eyes as you straddle him, "Shut up."

"Make me," he murmurs before you press your lips to his again. You rock against him, your wetness spreading along his clothed bulge.

As he pulls away to catch his breath, he asks, "Can I taste you?"

You nod and immediately climb off him. You lay on your back and he pulls you by the ankles as he kneels at the edge of the bed.

You let your legs fall open for him and he kisses his way up your leg, your thigh, and on your mound.

He spreads you open with fingers, thumb making slow circles around your clit, "Fucking pretty pussy," he mumbles before delving his tongue into you.

You gasp at the feeling. You've had people go down on you before but they never made you feel the way Qimir was making you feel. His tongue was definitely talented at riling you up, with his words and like this.

"Fuck," you moan, fingers weaving into his black locks, gripping and pulling.

He moans into your pussy as you hold him there, grinding up into his mouth. You can't help but laugh, "Guess this is one way to shut you up."

He rolls his eyes and raises his head, "Oh it's like that?" He takes a finger and slowly inserts it into you. You clench your jaw to prevent you from giving a reaction.

"No? Should I add another?" he slowly inserts his middle finger and you gulp. He chuckles, "Stubborn," he mumbles before wrapping his lips around your clit. His fingers pump in and out of you while his tongue draws circles around your nub.

"You're so fucking annoying," you grit out, gripping the sheets with your hands.

With his free hand, Qimir reaches up and tweaks your hardened nipple for added pleasure. You let out a loud moan, not caring anymore if you wake up Osha or your neighbors.

Qimir's fingers and tongue work together bringing you closer and closer to the edge. Your hand close to his hair again, gripping onto him for dear life as you grow closer and closer to oragasm.

"Shit-fuck-fuck-Qimir!" you cry out his name as you cum on his fingers and tongue.

He watches you arch your back and writhe in pleasure because of him. It's an arousing sight.

When you fall limp on the bed, legs and arms going slack, he pulls his fingers out of you, licking up the remnants of your pleasure.

He stands, getting a good look at your debauched state. He looks proud and it annoys you.

"Fuck you," you tiredly hold up the middle finger to him.

He snorts, "I'm getting there," he says before pushing his underwear down.

You groan in frustration, "Even your dick is pretty. What the fuck."

He laughs as he crawls onto the bed, kneeling between your legs, "Never had someone call my dick 'pretty' but thanks. Condom?"

You reach over to your bedside and pull a pack, tossing it to Qimir. He quickly tears it open, rolling the rubber over his cock. He throws the wrapper to the floor and lines up with your entrance.

His cock in hand, he rubs the tip along your clit and entrance. He teases your hole, slipping the tip in and pulling out. You grow frustrated, so you hook your legs around his waist, pulling him closer to you and, ultimately, pushing his cock further in.

You moan at how full you fill and he smirks down at you, "Greedy thing, aren't you?"

"I don't care that you have your dick in me, I will punch you."

Qimir laughs and shakes his head, "You're something else."

Before you can respond, Qimir pulls back and snaps his hips into yours. Your words getting caught in your throat by how good he feels. He continues to thrust into you, holding himself above you, "That's it. Good girl, take it."

God fucking dammit, did you like hearing him call you a "good girl", but it also frustrates you. You're frustrated that this singular man has made you throw out everything you knew and lived for out the window and you've only known him for about a day.

He's so wrong for you, but right now as he's fucking you, you've never felt anything so right.

You pull him down by the back of his neck, kissing him again as he ruts into you.

He hits you in a particular spot that pulls your lips from him to let out a string of curses. He snickers as he fucks you, resting his forehead against yours, "Didn't think this would happen when we met, huh?"

"Thought about it," you mumble against his lips.

"That so?" he asks with a teasing smirk and presses a kiss to your cheek and then jaw, moving down to your neck where he kisses and nibbles your skin.

You let out a sigh, just relishing at how good Qimir is making you feel in the moment. Your arms wrap around his shoulders, holding him close to you.

He gives a sharp inhale and he grunts out, "Fuck."

"Close?"

"Fuck, yeah."

"Stop."

He pauses and pulls back to look at you, "Huh? You okay?"

You nod, "Yeah," you slowly push him back, "Lay on your back."

He pulls out and rolls over. You sit up and lay in between his legs. You pull the condom off his cock and toss it into the trash bin under your bedside. You take his length in your hand and lick up from the base up to his tip, sucking the precum into your mouth.

"Shit," he moans, throwing his head back into your pillows.

You feel a sense of pride and confidence as you fully take him into your mouth, bobbing your head up and down his length while your hand fondles his sack.

"That's it, baby. Fuck, that's it. Close. Gah-fuck!" his eyes roll to the back his head and his back arches slight off the bed. You pull your mouth off him, hand still pumping his length as he cums on your hand and his length.

"Shit," he groans as he rests against your bed.

You giggle as you stand, walking over to the bathroom to grab some wipes. You come back, cleaning him and your hands off. After tossing the wipes, condom, and condom wrapper away, you grab your underwear and bra to dress up again.

Qimir sits up, "No round two?"

You look at him in surprise, "You want to do that again?"

He shrugs, "Only if you want to. I mean, I kinda wanted to make you cum on my cock but it's fine." The idea of doing so made you bite your lip. Your logic and reasoning was slowly creeping in and you didn't feel like listening to them yet.

"How long will it take for you to be ready again?"

Qimir licks his lips and smirk, "Ten minutes maybe, but I can definitely make you cum more in the mean time."

And just like that, he's reeling you back into bed, bra and underwear back on the floor.

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You wake up with a groan, sunlight peeking through your curtains and into your room. You rub the sleep from your eyes and roll over to see that you're alone in bed.

You check the time and it is well past the afternoon. You'll admit, Qimir fucked you to the point of exhaustion all night, but you didn't think you'd sleep in this long.

You sit up, looking around to see that your floor has been devoid of all the condom wrappers as well as you clothes and Qimir's.

A large part of you expected he wouldn't stay, but the small part of you hoped he would. Honestly, what did you expect? Dr. Sol did say he was no good.

You sigh, reaching over for your phone on the bedside and seeing an onslaught of notifications and texts. Classmates and friends were all bombarding you with questions about Dr. Sol and you weren't sure why.

You then get a text from an unknown number. It was an article about Dr. Sol going on administrative leave due to his involvement in an unethical study that took place years ago that was covered up by school higher ups.

The next text that followed immediately notified you who was texting you:

Unknown: Like I said, corruption is everywhere. Hope you slept well. See you again sometime. -Q

You fall back into your bed in shock.

It seems Qimir was definitely a force to be reckoned with. He came into your life so quickly and upended it just as fast.

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The college was shut down for a a bit due to the investigation with Dr. Sol as well as few other professors and staff. Classes were online and you were assigned a different mentor to go over your work.

You were walking towards the cafe when you heard a familiar rumble. You immediately turn to see a motorcycle approaching you. You stop as the bike slows to a halt right beside you. The rider pulls off the helmet to reveal Qimir.

"Need a ride?"

You look to the cafe and then back to Qimir, "To where?"

"Anywhere," he holds out a second helmet to you.

"Fuck it," you take the helmet and slide it on. Qimir is smiling wide as you climb onto the bike behind him, arms wrapping around his waist.

He revs his bike and you both speed down the street.

He was mysterious and dangerous...but goddammit did he bring some thrill into your life and maybe, you'll start living a little more dangerously now.

[xzaddyzanakinx]

I Crybaby I final part

Mean Punk/Grunge Anakin × Naive Femme Reader

18+ MDNI

Warnings: hurt/comfort, pure smut, absolutely no plot just porn. Oral, unprotected PinV, praise, breeding kink if you squint.

Info: Anakin was an ass, it’s okay tho cause he’s recovered. Pierced and tatted Ani, he plays the drums, annoying rude neighbor, modern AU (90's), cocky and super arrogant Ani

I will not apologize for how out of hand this got, I got carried away oops

He whispered, his voice low and husky. "I've made so many mistakes with you. I haven’t been kind, and I know that. I’ve been a fucking jerk.”

“But if you’ll let me, I’ll make it up to you. Please?” His gaze intensified, his eyes locking with yours.

You opened your mouth to speak and he quickly stopped you, “wait, wait. Just let me show you?”

“Oh-okay?” You gulped, looking up at him with a new curiosity.

“Please don’t punch me.” He hesitantly moved to close the space between you, his hands shaky as he gently touched the exposed skin on your stomach. Settling his warm palms on your waist.

“I like you for you. Cute little stuffed animals, pepto pink and frills, all of it. I promise.” He whispered, thumbs brushing against the softness of your stomach.

You heart pounding in your chest as desire sparked between the two of you. Anakin slowly allowing his lips softly to brush against yours. The kiss was gentle at first, a tender exploration of each other's lips. But as the heat between you grew, his kiss deepened, and your fingers instinctively tangled in his shaggy hair.

He pulled back slightly, his breath mingling with yours as he spoke. "I’ve wanted to do that for so long.” he murmured, his voice dripping with desire.

His hands slid up your sides, his fingers grazing the curves of your breasts, teasing you with their touch. His cheeks flushed an even deeper shade of red than yours as his lips descended on yours once more, his tongue sliding against your plump lower lip, seeking entrance. You eagerly welcomed him, your bodies molded against each other, his firm chest pressed against your softness, the heat between you intensifying so much that he gripped you in his arms with such strength that you stumbled backwards, hitting the wall behind you.

He laughed against your lips, feeling you smile beneath them. Hastily he opened up your front door, urging you inside.

“Anakin?” You whispered, “I’m not all that experienced, I don’t want to embarrass myself.”

“No need to be embarrassed, alright? Just be yourself, that's all I want." He reassured you with a peck to your forehead.

Anakin's touch paused for a moment, his gaze softening as he looked into your eyes. He cupped your face gently with his large hands, his thumb brushing against your soft cheeks.

"We don't have to do anything you're not comfortable with. I won't push you into anything you're not ready for." His words washed over you, bringing a sense of relief and reassurance.

“I know, I trust you,” you smiled, leaning into him. “But, I’m not complete prude despite your prior beliefs.”

“Oh c’mon, baby” He rolled his eyes and tutted, "I want this to be special for you.”

“So then make it special.” You challenged.

“You’re sure?” He asked, pierced eyebrows raised. “I don’t want you to regret this, I don’t think I can handle it if you do. I know I won’t.”

You nodded, feeling a tinge of relief. Anakin's touch on your waist tightened and felt comforting. The nervousness that once consumed you now mingled with excitement as he backed you into your room.

His breath ragged as his hands moved to the short hem of your shirt, slowly lifting it up, exposing your bralette to his hungry gaze. His eyes roamed over your body, a fire burning within them, and you felt a surge of confidence swell within your stomach. You shed the rest of your clothes, leaving you in just your panties.

A wicked grin spread across his face, and he wasted no time. His hands eagerly roamed over your body, leaving a trail of heat in their wake. His touch was electric, setting your skin ablaze with desire. And as his lips found your neck, kissing and sucking on the sensitive skin, you gasped, overwhelmed by the sensation.

Heat pooled between your legs, body aching for his touch. You hesitated for a moment, overwhelmed by the intensity of the moment. But with Anakin, there was no room for hesitation. He pulled back slightly, his eyes locked with yours, waiting for a response.

“Anakin?” You asked tentatively, reaching out to brush your fingers across his bare stomach.

A low groan escaped his lips, and without another word, he quickly kicked off his jeans, the sight of his toned body sending a shiver down your spine. His lips claimed yours once more, his hands exploring, his touch sending you farther and farther under his spell.

The room felt charged with desire as the soft lighting cast gentle shadows across the walls, creating an intimate ambiance. His body was a work of art, revealing the contours of his muscular form. The sight of him stirred a deep longing within you, and you couldn't help but admire the tattoos that adorned his skin, each one a testament to his journey in life.

Now that you were so intimately entwined, your hands trailing over his pecs you realized he had something you’d never noticed before. It’d had been dark outside, you were too caught up in your emotions to notice before, but now it the dimly lit bedroom the tiny metallic bars were easily visible and warm to the touch.

“You pierced your nipples?” You giggled and he waggled his eyebrows.

“I’m offended that you just noticed.” He chuckled licking his lips and descending to your breasts. “want me to do yours?”

Nipping sharply before letting his lips close around one hardened nipple, sucking gently as he teased the other with his fingers. A gasp escaped your lips, and your fingers found their way to his hair, tangling in the shaggy strands as you arched into his touch, yearning for more. Anakin's touch was skilled and attentive, the neediness that coursed through your body was almost unbearable.

He kissed his way down the expanse of your stomach, leaving a trail of wet kisses until he reached the waistband of your panties. His fingers hooked into the fabric, pulling it down your legs with agonizing slowness, exposing your dripping heat to his hungry gaze.

"God, you're beautiful," he murmured, his voice filled with adoration as he positioned himself between your legs.

Anakin guided you to the edge of the bed, his eyes filled with a mixture of desire and adoration.

"Be a good girl and lay down for me baby." He cooed, his voice silky smooth.

You immediately complied, laying down in the center of the bed and watched him crawl up and lay between your legs, his head dangerously close to your cunt.

"W-what're you gonna do?" You asked nervously as he kissed and licked and sucked the plush skin of your inner thigh. His fingers still toying with your peaked nipples.

“You’re joking.” His head jerked up in shock. “You’re telling me no one has ever eaten your pussy before?”

“No?” You said confused.

“That’s a fucking crime.” He groaned, spreading your cunt open with his thumbs. “What kind of guys have you been with?”

“Is that an actual question or?” You laughed.

“I asked didn’t I?” He said, not looking at you, just mesmerized by the slick covering you.

“I’ve only ever been with one other guy.” You shrugged, “he never even tried, I mean I didn’t really ask but-“

“What a fucking idiot.” He interrupted. “Lemme taste you, lemme give you what you need baby.”

His gaze locked with yours, seeking permission that you eagerly granted, body pulsating with anticipation. And as he leaned in, his tongue tracing circles around your aching core, the world spun.

You clung to the sheets, breathing erratic as you got lost in the feeling of him eagerly nuzzling into you. Anakin was relentless in his pursuit of your pleasure, his tongue skillfully flicking against your clit. Time seemed to lose all meaning as pleasure washed over you in waves that threatened to consume you entirely.

Your body writhed beneath him, moans growing louder and more desperate with each passing moment.

"Taste so good. So fucking sweet." Anakin’s husky voice muffled by your thighs.

His hands caressed every curve, every dip and swell of your body leaving tingles in their wake as he devoured you.

"Every inch of you is perfect." He moaned.

Anakin's eyes darkened as he gazed up at you, a mischievous glint in his eyes. His tongue left you momentarily, leaving you breathless and wanton. His teeth grazing your thigh as he bit down, marking you as his while his middle and ring finger breached your entrance.

You couldn't tear you gaze away from Anakin, his intense stare, he parted your legs even further, his warm breath dancing over your soaked core.

His tongue teased along your folds flicking gently before delving deeper, exploring the depths of your slick desire. A moan escaped your lips, the sound of your racing heartbeat pounding in your ears.

Unable to resist the urge any longer, Anakin's mouth claimed your clit, his lips encasing it in a delicate embrace. The world around you faded as a wave of pleasure crashed over you, rendering you a trembling mess. His tongue danced skillfully over the sensitive bud, alternating between soft flicks and firm licks that elicited sweet moans from deep within your chest.

Hands in his shaggy hair, pulling him closer, desperate for more. As his mouth worked its magic, his fingers gently curling and pressing against that spot that made you see stars. Each movement sent sparks of ecstasy radiating through your body. The white hot lighting coiled tightly within you, spiraling higher and higher as Anakin's ministrations pushed you closer to the edge.

Sensing your nearing climax, Anakin intensified his efforts, his tongue and fingers working in perfect sync. His sloppy lewd noises that filled the room, mingling with gasps and moans of unadulterated bliss.

Finally, unable to hold it any longer, you shattered into a million pieces, a powerful orgasm capturing you. Your body convulsed with pleasure, Anakin never stopping despite the crushing pressure of your thighs against his head.

Once you’d released him he crawled up beside you holding you through the aftershocks, his touch a grounding force amidst the blissful chaos. His lips found yours, kissing hungrily, savoring the taste of your juices of his tongue.

“Well?” He asked, actual concern in his tone.

“Well what?” You gulped down air, trying to regulate your breathing.

“Was it- did you like it?” He asked nervously, toying with his lip rings.

“Are you serious right now?” You giggled.

Anakin's eyes softened as he looked down at you, his fingers gently brushing strands of hair away from your flushed face. His lips curled into a tender smile, tinged with a hint of mischief.

“Guess I just like to hear how great I am at everything.” He shrugged.

“You’re full of it.” You laughed, smacking his arm before getting serious again.

You looked up at him, skin flushed and sweaty in the after glow of orgasm. Your fingers tracing the waist band of his boxers.

"Let me see... please?" Your fingers slipping beneath the elastic and feeling his hard length.

It was thick and long… With something hard at the very end that made him groan when your fingers brushed against it. You pushed his boxers down, getting on your knees in front of him, watching in awe as his cock bounced against his stomach.

"What? Oh my god did you pierce your dick?" You squealed, shocked and curious.

Anakin smirked down at you, his eyes burning with desire. He enjoyed the way you looked at him with a mix of curiosity and excitement.

"Yeah, babe, got a little something extra in there. It’s a Prince Albert. You wanna play with it, huh?" His voice was low and rough, filled with anticipation.

He leaned back, spreading his legs wider, giving you full access to his throbbing cock. Anakin's breathing hitched as your fingers trailed lightly up and down his length, slowly inching closer to him.

"Fuck, yeah," he groaned, arching his hips forward, encouraging you. "It's all yours, baby. Take a good look at what you've done to me."

His grip tightened on the sheets as you delicately placed a kiss to his tip. Your lips igniting a surge of electricity down his spine. Anakin's cock twitched in response, it was clear he was extremely sensitive and you planned to exploit that.

"God, yes," he hissed through clenched teeth.

Anakin couldn't help but let out a low growl of anticipation, his hand instinctively reaching out to rest on your head. He pushed lightly, hoping to spur on your movements. Your sloppy kisses down his length were torturous, he needed your mouth around him now.

"Go ahead babydoll. Show me what you can do." He challenged you, voice rich with desire.

He hissed, gripping your hair gently, his eyes closing tightly as you finally took him into your mouth. The metal ball of his piercing clicking your teeth before hitting your tongue. His breath hitched at the feeling, you could see his stomach tightening. His eyes now open, locked on your face, wanting to savor every moment.

"You like that? You like playing with my pierced cock?" he murmured, his voice a husky whisper.

Bucking up into your mouth causing your eyes to water. His other hand reached out, caressing your hollowed out cheek, his touch tender despite the raw intensity of the moment. A slow, satisfied grin spread across his face as he focused on your tongue sliding the metal hoop back and forth each time you dragged your lips back up his length. Each time as you bobbed your head down you tried forcing him all the way into your throat.

His voice grew darker, filled with a mixture of awe and playful arrogance.

"Fuck, baby," he murmured. "Look at you, taking it all in. Such a dirty girl, showing me how well you can handle me."

Anakin's fingertips grazed along your stretched lips, his touch electric against the soft skin. He bit his lip, fighting back a moan, as your fingertips danced along the length of his shaft, marveling at the ridges and veins that pulsed with his arousal. The combined sensations of your touch and the way you were suctioned around the head of his cock, viscously flicking the metal hoop with the tip of your tongue sent shivers of pleasure cascading through his body.

His gaze never left you, he couldn’t bare to look away the sight of you on your knees, your attention focused entirely on him. The way you were so dedicated to showing him what your pretty mouth could do only intensified his arousal. His length throbbed against your tongue, savoring the taste of his precum that coated your tongue. The weight of his cock sent a ripple of need through your core.

With each slow and deliberate suck, Anakin's hips rocked forward, matching the rhythm you had set. The intensity of his desire grew, building like a raging fire within him. His grip on your hair tightened slightly, a mixture of possessiveness and a silent plea for more.

"Fuck," he groaned, his voice filled with a raw need. "That's it, babygirl. Take me deeper. Suck me just like that."

In response to his plea, you took him deeper, your tongue lavishing attention along the ridges of the pulsing veins beneath the thin skin.

“Don’t stop. Don’t you fucking dare.” he growled, his voice laced with desperation. "I'm close. Gonna cum right down that pretty little throat babydoll."

You nodded, both hands trailing up his thighs to his stomach. Splaying your fingers across the taut and tattooed flesh. His large hand guiding your movements, his piercing grazing the back of your throat as your nose nuzzled into his pubic hair. You hollowed out your cheeks and gagged around his thickness.

He kept moving you, faster, harder down his cock and you responded by digging your nails into his abdomen as tears pricked your eyes. Just as you though he couldn’t make this any more difficult for you, he did. Rutting up into your mouth and bruising the tender flesh of your throat.

“Say my name, beg for my cum.” He growled, his voice getting weaker.

You mumbled, trying not to choke as you hummed nonsense around his twitching cock. You looked up to meet his gaze as he forced you to deep throated his cock. He doubled over at the sight of your disheveled face, legs tensing while he came in heavy spurts down your throat.

He instinctively bucked his hips, thrusting into your mouth as his orgasm overtook him. The intensity of his release washed over him and he groaned through gritted teeth.

"Fuck, princess," he managed to utter, his voice strained "Take it all. Swallow it. You're doing so fucking good."

His grip on your hair tightening almost painfully, as he watched, captivated, as you eagerly drank down every drop. Anakin's breathing steadied as his orgasm subsided, his body slowly relaxing. He gently released his grip on your hair, his fingers smoothing it back into place behind your ears.

"You tasted good." You whispered against his thigh, licking his tip playfully, his cock jumping in response.

Anakin chuckled softly, his eyes sparkling with amusement as he pulled away slightly to meet your gaze.

"Is that so?" he replied, his voice tinged with arrogance.

He regripped your hair gently, a mischievous glint in his eyes as he pulled you up into his arms and pressed his lips against yours. His tongue teased at the seam of your lips, seeking entrance as he deepened the kiss. The flavors of him still lingered on your tongue and he savored the sensation of tasting himself on your lips.

His tongue danced with yours, exploring the depths of your mouth with a hunger that matched the desire simmering between you two. The kiss was filled with a fiery passion, a sweet exchange of intimacy that left both of you yearning for more.

Anakin's hands roamed your body, his touch both possessive and tender. His fingertips traced tantalizing patterns along your skin, eliciting shivers of anticipation from deep within you. His touch left a trail of goosebumps in its wake, a testament to the effect he had on you.

Pulling away for a moment, he smirked and trailed a trail of heated kisses along your jawline, his lips leaving a trail of fire in their wake.

“Lay back down.” His words were a low, gravelly whisper against your ear.

You were quick to comply and you could see that Anakin enjoyed how willing you were to obey. He wasted no time in gripping your hips, hands trailing down your thighs to wrench them apart.

“Shit, you’re this wet from sucking my cock?” He moaned, sliding his finger through your soaked folds.

“Mhm.” You mewled, arching into his touch.

He bit his lip, pressing his nose into the junction of your thigh and pussy, breathing you in deeply. The action was so dirty yet so sexy, watching his eyes flutter as he committed the scent of you to memory. You couldn’t help but buck up against his face, needing something, anything.

“Please?” You whined, pawing at his idle hands on your waist.

“Please what?” He smirked.

“I need you Ani.” You moaned, his fingers digging into your thighs.

“You sure babydoll?” He grinned widely, “s’not gonna be too much for this tight little cunt?”

You were willing to do or say whatever he wanted at this point, your desire reaching a boiling point that threatened to spill over into feral neediness.

“Please!” You groaned, pulling him up by his hands. “Anakin please I need you.”

“Tell me how you want it sweet girl.” He mumbled against your lips.

“Want you inside, please.” You responded, shamelessly wrapping your legs around his waist.

“Fuck me, need you so bad it hurts.” You whined, pulling him down with the strength of your legs so that his cock would graze your wet cunt.

Anakin's eyes darkened with desire as your words pierced straight through him. The raw need in your voice, the desperation in your plea ignited a fire within him that burned with a white-hot intensity. He couldn't deny you, not when you begged so readily, matching the undeniable want that radiated from every pore of his own body.

A low growl rumbled in the back of his throat as he surrendered to the craving, the hunger that consumed him. He crashed his lips against yours once again, his kiss filled with a hunger that mirrored yours. His body pressed against yours, his hardness evident against your heated core, a delicious friction that made your head spin with delirious pleasure.

His hands roamed greedily across your body, aching to feel every inch of your skin beneath his fingertips. He cupped your breasts, teasing your hardened nipples between his fingers, drawing out teasing gasps from your trembling lips. With a primal need coursing through him, he broke the kiss and positioned himself between your legs, his eyes locked onto yours.

Anakin's eyes darkened with a mix of lust and adoration as he entered you slowly, savoring every inch of the exquisite tightness that enveloped him. A shiver of pleasure ran through his spine, his breath hitching at the overwhelming sensation of finally being enveloped by you.

A low, guttural moan escaped his lips as he began to move, each thrust sending waves of pleasure surging through both of you. His pace was steady and deliberate, expertly angling his hips to hit every sensitive spot within you. The room filled with the symphony of your moans, unfiltered pleasure that echoed through his ears and spurred him on.Anakin's thrusts grew harder, faster, rocking your bodies together with a primal rhythm.

"You feel so fucking good," he groaned, his voice husky and filled with a mix of desire and possessiveness.

His hands squeezed your hips, his grip possessive yet gentle as he guided you to meet his thrusts, intensifying the euphoric feeling that consumed you both.

You could feel yourself clench around him, his thick cock almost visible through your stomach as it pumped in and out of your soaked cunt. His piercing dragging along the sensitive walls in a way you’d never experienced. Each languid movement was bliss, you were reduced to a moaning mess beneath him, pussy gushing slick arousal.

"Don't. Don't stop, please please don't stop."

You clutched onto him tighter, wrapping your arms around his shoulders to anchor him to you. One hand fisted in his hair to tug gently at his locks. You rocked against him, trying to get some extra friction on your neglected clit.

Anakin's eyes bore into yours, his own desire mirroring yours as he thrust into you with an unrelenting fervor. Each deep and powerful stroke sent shockwaves of pleasure cascading through your body, leaving you breathless and craving more. His groans mingled with your moans in a way that only served to drive him further into a frenzy. Feeling your inner walls clench around him, he couldn't help but let out a feral growl of satisfaction.

"Fuck, you're tight," he grunted, his voice husky and strained. He gripped your hips tighter, his fingers digging into your skin as he maintained a commanding rhythm, his thrusts becoming more urgent and desperate.

The room was filled with the heady scent of sex, your slick arousal coating his cock as he plunged into you again and again. A sheen of sweat glistened on his forehead as he fought for control, his focus solely on bringing you to orgasm. Anakin ground himself against your clit, providing that extra friction that ignited the fire within you. The fire burned at the base of your spine, growing hotter and hotter.

His voice was barely a growl as he spoke, his breath hot against your ear. "You're close, baby. So fucking close, I can feel it. Let go for me."

The words were the trigger, pushing you over the edge as an eruption of pleasure consumed you. Your body tensed, your walls clenching around him in a vice-like grip as your orgasm crashed over you like a tidal wave.

Anakin's own release wasn't far behind, his rhythm faltering as he neared his tipping point. The room was filled with the heavy sounds of your ragged breaths as you came down from the heights of ecstasy, now completely at his mercy.

Anakin's body tensed as he felt the pulsating grip of your tightness around him. His movements grew more urgent, his thrusts deep and relentless as he took you past the point of pleasure and into the torturous grounds of ever stimulation.

Feeling your hand in his hair, the gentle pull sending sparks of pleasure through his body, he moaned against your neck. The sensation of your slick arousal coating his cock, the sound of your desperate cries and the way your teeth sank into his shoulder in blissful pain fueled the fire within him.

“Anakin, I can’t.” You whined, hiding into him for dear life.

“You can, I know you can baby.” He nodded, cupping your face with one hand as he rose to kneel between your legs, the position allowing him to move quicker, more aggressively.

“Just give me one more babydoll, just one more.” He panted, reaching between your bodies, “Fuckin’ love it when you cum on my cock.”

His fingers danced skillfully over your throbbing clit, expertly applying pressure in all the right places.

Anakin growled, pulling one of your legs up over his shoulder, sloppy kisses placed along your ankle. It was then that you heard him make a new noise, a whimper. His eyebrows knit tightly, his grip on you was bruising. His fingers relentlessly rubbing your clit in tandem with his cock bullying your walls.

Your cunt squelching with lewd wetness, unbelievably soaked with slick all from his touch. Clamping down on his leaking cock once more.

“That's it, princess. Come for me. Show me how fucking good I make you feel." He grunted.

Your body quaked, pleasure seizing every inch of your being. The sounds of your muffled cries of his name beneath your hand only further fueled his own pleasure, bringing him closer and closer to the edge.

With a possessive grip on your hips, Anakin's thrusts became more urgent, his cock throbbing with need. The sound of skin slapping against skin filled the air, mingling with your moans. His eyes locked onto yours, a swirling with passion and possessiveness.

"You want it, baby girl? You want me to fill you up? To make you mine?" His voice was husky and laced with a raw hunger.

As he felt the familiar tightening in his balls, the impending release building within him, he was desperate to hear you.

“Please, please.” He let out a high pitched whine, “let me cum in your pretty pussy please.”

“You can, you can cum Ani.” You nodded, clutching his sweaty locks of hair.

He couldn't hold back any longer. With a deep, guttural groan, Anakin gave in to the inevitable. He pressed himself deep inside you, his cock pulsating as he spilled his seed, claiming you as his own. His body trembled against yours as he rode out his orgasm, his grip on your hips firm and possessive. The warmth of his cum filled you, leaving you with a delicious sense of fullness. The primal act of marking you as his in this way would be etched into every fiber of his being from now on.

Anakin's gaze softened as he looked into your eyes, affection shining through.

“Mine, all mine.” He mumbled, his lips attacking every inch of your soft skin.

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Trick Or Treat

Halloween Special~based off this vote

Ghostface Anakin Skywalker x Nerd Reader

Summary: his blood lust intensifys

Warning: modern day au, knife play, marking/carving into skin, wall sex

Yn/3rd person pov

The thumbing music made my ears ring, and the close proximity of people made me feel dizzy I don't know why I'm here but here I am dressed up for the occasion.

"Are you new or something" my eyes flickered over to one of the cheerleaders I think her name was charlotte as she stumbled towards me her speech slurring from her drunkenness, "um y-yea sort of" I murmured nervously fumbling with the plastic cup I had in my hand.

"What shit are you drinking" she muttered giggling to herself as she grabbed it and downed it in one gulp I grimaced as she almost choked slamming the cup down.

"Your drinking the fucking punch" she yelled out laughing to much for my liking "y-yeah" I whispered she quickly put her hand on my shoulder and leaned in, my nose crinkled as I smelt the alcohol on her breath.

She only stopped a few inches from my face her drunkly wavering as her eyes wondered over my face "I'mma tell you something if you want boys..... you gotta be more out there.. not like that bitch what is her name" she paused racking through or nut brain trying to remember my name.

"Yn" I murmured she nodded her head furiously "wait how did you know" she questioned tilting her head in confusion I shrugged my shoulders "just a hunch" I didn't fear affected by her words well not anymore at least.

She quickly turned to the fridge and opened it up, a shiver ran up my spine making me to look around my surroundings I felt someone staring at me, my eyes flickered around seeing a glimpse of white outside the window 'must be the reflection' I kept going till the landed on the jock and coincidentally charlotte's boyfriend 'jake'.

He smirked as he saw I caught him staring and he licked his lips as his eyes wondered over my body, my stomach churned in disgust "i-i think I'm gonna go" I mumbled leaving the room before charlotte could protest.

I wondered through the rooms trying to get away from people after a while everything seemed to quieten down "police" someone screamed and everyone started to bolt out the door.

I tried squeezing through but it was mer impossible "come follow me" I was grabbing buy someone and pulled in the opposite direction of the doors "where are we going" I yelled out but didn't get an answer, the person who was dragging me was in a black robe with the hood up and a ghostface mask.

I didn't recognize the voice because of the voice changer he was using, I tried pulling away as i heard the police starting to bang on the door he tugged me towards him pulling me into a room I haven't gone into yet "we have to get down there" he pointed at the basement hatch as he locked the door.

'I didn't know houses still had these things' I felt uneasy "i-i think I better go" I tried pushing past him but he caught my wrist "do you want under age drinking on your application for college" he stated tilting his head as he spoke.

I shrunk back pulling my wrist out of his hold as i was thinking about it he does have a good point, I let out a sigh "your right" I murmured and slowly started making my way down into the basement with him close behind me.

He flicked on the light to reveal a big room which was only lit by a dim flickering light I walked a little ways from him looking at the surroundings it wasn't much to look at "who are you" I asked looking back to the man.

He straightened up as I asked the question "ghostface of course you like 'do you like scary movies' he murmured pulling a knife out his robe I stepped back out of fear "I think the police s-should be gone now" I said backing away from him as he slowly came towards me.

"Oh they won't be" he chuckled darkly as he backed me into the corner of the room "h-how would you know" I asked as my heart beat quickened he chuckled again and put his arms on either side of my head using his body to cage me in as he leaned down to whisper into my ear.

"Because charlotte and jakes bodies are in the shed and I left a good amount of a blood trail to lead the police there" my breath hitched as he spoke it felt as if my throat was closing up "w-why" I panted as tears started to well up in my eyes.

"Aw your to cute" he chuckled moving one of his hands to grab my chin forcing me to look up at him as if on impulse I slapped him across the face making him stumble and curse in pain.

I gasped in shock and tried to run past him but fall as he grabbed my ankle "l-let go" I screamed trying to kick him but he grabbed both my legs hard his nails digging into my skin "don't make me kill you too little bitch" he spat as he hold slowly moved up my body in till he could reach my hands.

He grabbed both of my hands in one of his and held them down above my head "fuck your going to pay" he muttered my eyes widened as I saw apart of his mask was broken "a-anakin" I whispered out of shock he grinned widely.

He huffed taking off his mask letting his curls loose "your always to smart for your own good" he muttered tightening his hold on my wrists as his other hand brought up the knife to my face softly pressing the tip against my cheek.

I let out pants and crys of fear "please no" I cried and he cooed down at me and dragged the knife from my cheek down to my neck "you'll look so pretty covered in blood" he whispered and slowly started to dig the knife into my skin drawing a little bit of blood.

I screamed in pain pushing my head back into the concrete floor "perfect like I always imagined" he murmured laying kisses on my neck "please stop" I cried "but I only just began".

The knife slowly lifted from my skin making my body shiver "see yn your already shaking in anticipation" he grinned and slowly used the knife to cut away the dress I was wearing, he let out a shakey breathe and placed more kisses on my stomach and chest.

"Anakin stop please" I tried to wiggle my way out his hold but he held fast and let out a low growl as he moved back up my body to look into my eyes his eyes were dark and full of lust.

"Why don't you just let me have you" he moved the knife to cut off my bra and panties leaving me bare "just let me take care of you" he whispered I held my breath as I felt the knife against my stomach "let me mark you" he breathed out happily as he slowly started to drag the knife against my stomach carving his name into my skin.

"Stop" I cried he sighed pulling the blood aways fron my skin showing me the blood that dripped from the tip he then threw the knife to the side and leaned down kissing away my fallen tears "no one else can help you make you feel like I do your mine" he voice was low and deep as he spoke.

"Stay still" he said slowly letting go of my wrists I was petrified and to scared to move my eyes followed his movements as he slowly moved his way down my body in till his head was by my core "let me taste you".

His eyes locked with mine as he moved in closer opening his mouth and dragged his tongue up and down my slit my legs shifting and my soft breathes turned into silent moans he wrapped his arms around my thighs bringing me more onto his tongue.

"F-fuck" I whispered biting my lip hard as to not show him how he was making me feel he sucked on my clit harshly making my legs tremble and tease underneath him, he pulled away with a pop, licking his lips to collect all my juices "your so sweet baby" he praised kissing his way back up my body making sure to avoid the wounds he inflicted on me.

His hands on my thighs slowly started to move me against him as he slowly started to pick me up "there you go baby" he smiled and pressed me back up against the wall I tried avoiding his gaze and tried to escape his hold but I just didn't have the energy.

I felt him maneuver some of his clothing in till I felt his hard cock pressed up against me "be good for me baby" he smirked and slowly lifted me up to sink me onto his cock "fuck" we both cursed breathlessly "your so tight for me" he groaned.

He pressed he against the wall hard as he started to thrust up into me my moans started to gradually get louder as he increased in speed his thrusts making me body jerk, anakin moved his head into the crook of my neck attaching his lips to my skin sucking harshly.

"Everyone better fucking know your mine" he grunted against my skin my breathing started to quicken as I felt myself close to climaxing I slowly moved my hands to clench down on his shoulders "c-cumming" I moaned arching my back into him, "that's it baby let go for me" he growled as he continued to thrust into me, cursing at how tight I was getting.

I cried out in pleasure as I cam on his dick and my moans only began to heighten as he continued his thrusting "fuck I'm cumming to baby" he groaned as hid cock began to pulse and his thrusts began to fulter in rhythm "s-shit" he growled out as he released inside me coating my insides in white I started to feel light headed and dizzy making him coo at my half lidded eyes.

"Don't worry yn I'll make sure your right as rain by tomorrow because your mine now and I look after my things"

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౨ৎ got to love me harder, baby

౨ৎ 𝗽𝗮𝗶𝗿𝗶𝗻𝗴 — jealous!anakin x fem!reader

౨ৎ 𝘀𝘂𝗺𝗺𝗮𝗿𝘆 — anakin doesn't make you cum, so then he does again, and again, and again

౨ৎ 𝘄𝗼𝗿𝗱 𝗰𝗼𝘂𝗻𝘁 — 1k

౨ৎ 𝘄𝗮𝗿𝗻𝗶𝗻𝗴𝘀 — swearing, insecure anakin, anakin kinda scares reader for a sec, smut ( unprotected sex, p in v, creampie, spanking, oral sex f receiving, fingering, pinching, over stimulation ) think that’s all !

౨ৎ 𝗵𝗼𝗽𝗲 𝘀𝗽𝗲𝗮𝗸𝘀 ! — i was possessed by some sort of smut demon and wrote this in a haze in about 30 minutes and i kinda love it. so thank you for requesting this i loved writing it !

part one ( kinda ) part three masterlist

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“holy shit,” anakin hissed, burying himself deeper inside of you, his hips twitching with the force of his thrusts, the sick squelch of your juices echoing around the room as anakin chased his relief, glasses askew on his face in such a way that it could have been endearing had his cock not been bullying your cervix. “feel so good, baby,” he told you, eyes meeting your, piercing blue stained onyx with lust. 

“ani, just like that, oh my god,” you cried, lifting your hips from the bed to meet his thrusts, grinning at the way anakin gasped, eyes rolling into the back of his head, he was sheened with sweat, golden skin glimmering beneath the dull lamplight, he looked ethereal, lips red and flushed, tongue lolling to the side as he hammered into you, closer, closer… 

“i’m gonna cum,” anakin told you, words babbled, as he sank into you once again, you could feel your own phantom relief curling up your spine, sinking into your core in white hot flashes, but as quickly as it had started it began to ebb away as anakin let go, a cry escaping his lips as he came flooding your gummy walls with thick hot spurts of cum, he continued to thrust for a few moments, fucking you through the oversensitivity before going still and collapsing down atop of you. 

“good boy,” you whispered, brushing your hands through his amber curls, “did so good for me, angel,” you murmured, planting soft kisses along his hairline, the taste of salt lingering on your tongue. 

“you… did you cum?” anakin asked, pulling back, his eyebrow pulled into a firm line, you smiled at him gently, leaning in and pressing a gentle kiss to his pouty lips. “you didn’t… i didn’t feel you?” his lips trembled, tears welling in his pretty blue eyes. 

“it’s okay, ani, i’m okay,” you told him with a reassuring smile but anakin shook his head, he pulled backward, tugging his cock free from your soaking core, looking down at the mix of your juices and his cum spilling from you with glaring hatred. 

“no, you think that's okay?” he growled out, “think it’s okay that i can’t make my girl cum?” he demanded, searching your face for answers but he didn’t seem to find what he was searching for, “you think i’m pathetic don’t you? can’t give you what you need,” you quickly shook your head, pushing yourself upwards on the bed and reaching out, cupping anakin’s cheeks between you palms but he pushed you off, anger flashing in his teary eyes. “don’t,” he ground out, voice trembling.

“anakin, calm down,” you said soothingly, “lots of girls can’t just come from penetrative sex, it's not your fault it was just a bit fast tonight, you always make me feel so good, okay, a one-off doesn’t matter,” you told him, but your words fell upon deaf ears, if anything your words seemed to upset him more as he grasped your shoulders and shoved you back down onto the bed, your head slamming against the pillows, you gasped, looking to anakin with wide eyes but he was gone. you had never seen him look so… feral, his chest was heaving, tears staining his pretty face but he looked mad, more angry than you had ever seen him and you couldn’t help the little burst of panic that flared in your stomach. “ani,” you whispered unsurely. 

“you think i can’t make you cum?” he asked, words like ice as he stared down at you. 

“i didn’t say that,” you argued helplessly but anakin didn’t seem to care what you had to say right now as he grasped your thighs with both hands and wrenched them open, spreading you out before him, his grip was harsh and you were sure if he continued like this he would leave bruises along the delicate skin. 

“i’ll fucking show you,” he muttered and you were unsure if he was even talking to you anymore or himself, but you didn't have time to overthink it as anakin buried himself between your thighs, plunging his face into your cunt and sucking your clit into his mouth, a surprised moan fell from your lips as anakin suckled on the bundle of nerves with vigor. anakin had eaten you out many times before, but usually, it was soft, gentle licks and caresses with his tongue before he delicately entered his fingers into your sopping hole and opened you up for him, but right now, he was fucking devouring you. he switched between sucking on your slit and licking large stripes from your core up to the top. 

it was messy, the sticky sounds of your release coating his tongue and him slurping as he took every little thing your body gave him. it wasn’t long before you came for the first time, completely mesmerised by the sight of anakin between your thighs, and the way he ate you out like a man starved. you thought that was it as you finally came down from your high, body tingling, but anakin didn't pull away, instead, the spill of juices that escaped you seemed to encapture him more, he greedily sunk his tongue into your gummy walls desperate for more. 

“anakin,” you moaned, hands falling to his curls and tugging slightly, trying to pull him away from your sensitive cunt but he yanked your hands away and planted a firm slap on your thigh that had you screaming, pain mixing with pleasure as anakin went down on you. you had never seen him this worked up, so dominant with you, usually he liked your guidance, and whispered words of assurance as he kissed your cunt to release, but right now he was pussy drunk. completely lost in your taste as he went back to your clit, slipping two fingers into your cunt and pumping, a cry fell from your lips as you jerked against him, but anakin didn’t stop, instead curling his fingers inside of you hitting that spot that made your toes curl. “fuck,” you screamed as another orgasm crashed over you, your vision went white and everything around you seemed to spin, but still anakin wasn’t done. 

“anakin, please, i can’t,” you gasped, once again trying to pull him away from your swollen cunt but anakin scowled at you, eyes rasing from your cunt for only a moment and the look he sent you worked almost immediately as you fell silent. he began lapping at your clit, little kitten licks before switching to larger drags of his tongue, his face was soaked, a mess of cum and drool, you whimpered as he began to pump his fingers faster, slipping a third one in to continue the stimulation as he played with your clit. 

“oh my god,” you shouted, “ani, i don’t know if i can cum again,” you hissed as he harshly suckled your clit back between his lips, grazing his teeth over the most sensitive part and you were falling once again. this orgasm even more powerful than the last, it crashed through you, welling in your stomach and coming to a crescendo, and you screamed, tears spilling from your eyes as you thrashed against the pillows, face soaked with sweat and sticking stray hairs to your forehead and temple. 

“ani,” you screamed hoarsely as he once again locked himself between your thighs, arms warped around your ankles like a vice so you couldn’t escape, your hips writhed against him as he suckled your lips, tongue sliding across your sopping hole, slurping and swallowing you whole. you had never felt such intense pleasure in such a short amount of time in your life, your legs were aching, tears spilling down your cheeks as you cried out, begging for him to stop, or never stop, you weren't sure what you wanted. all you knew is that anakin had ruined you for anyone else, he has always been it for you, from the moment you met, but now, you knew you could never leave, not as he sank his tongue back inside of you and pulled one of his hands free to pinch as your clit, it was hard, his blunt nails sinking into the sensitive skin but it was enough to send you spiraling. 

you couldn’t be a hundred percent of what had happened next, all you remembered was tears spilling down your cheeks and screams pouring from your lips as you hit the peak of pleasure and your entire body went rigid, but when you managed to tear your eyes open once again anakin was hovering over you, a bright smile twisted on his cum soaked lips. 

“ani?” you whimpered, sobs ripping from your throat, your entire body was trembling and your legs felt numb, your mind fuzzy from pleasure as you looked up at him with wide eyes. 

“baby,” he crooned, leaning down and pecking your lips, smearing your face with your release. “did so well for me,” he said happily while you could only blink up at him, jaw slacked. “you’ve never cum that hard before have you, sweetie?” he asked and all you could do was shake your head dumbly. “that’s why you need me, always gonna make you feel good, aren’t i?” and you nodded in agreement, completely blissed out as anakin sank down beside you. 

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feel free to send me more horny asks guys i’m home for two weeks for easter and need some entertainment while i’m here ! mwah !

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More photos of Hayden that scream modern Ani

(UGHHHH HES SO BABY GIRL- I FEEL LIKE IM GOING TO EXPLODE)

[mistress-amidala]

Am I making a bot of Anakin as reader's patient in an Asylum... yes... yes I am....

MWAHAHAHAHA

[upon-a-starry-night]

While We Dream Pt.1

Kylo Ren x Fem! Reader

Star Wars Masterlist Series Masterlist

Word Count: 1.4k

Summary: As Kylo sleeps he finds himself mysteriously transported to your modern world, while you sleep you find yourself following alongside Kylo as he goes about his duties as “supreme leader?” who even was this guy? And why does he keep talking about ‘The Force?'

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You know how in life there are those days that make you want to squeeze lemon juice directly into a fresh cut just to feel something? Well, you were having one of those days.

You’d just been laid off from your job and to make matters worse you locked your keys in your car while you were packing away your desk essentials. It would take the mechanic two hours to arrive so you could either sit there looking pathetic in the parking lot of the job you just got fired from or you could take a walk.

Yeah, you weren’t going to humiliate yourself with that first option, especially not after all your coworkers avoided eye contact with you as you packed up your belongings. 

Running your hands through your hair, you sighed in frustration, looking up at the cloudy gray abyss above you. Well at least the weather matched your mood, you just hoped it would hold off on raining until after you were back home. Maybe then you could cuddle up with your cat and a good book and forget today ever happened.

Walking in the opposite direction as your old office building, you turn around to glare at it in all its boring corporate glory.

“Good riddance” you mutter under your breath as you shove your hands in your pockets and let the sidewalk lead you to something that would hopefully brighten your day.

You’d never really gotten to explore the area around your work aside from the coffee and bagel shop you’d frequent for breakfast and the deli two buildings down where you’d get lunch. You’d miss the sandwiches at that deli but there was no way you would go back there and risk running into your coworkers. It was only noon and today was already one of the worst of your adult life experiences. 

It wasn’t like you particularly liked that job, you yearned for a creativity that would never be found behind a wooden desk in a cubicle. Still, you’d made a few accomplices and had started growing used to your routine.

You didn't know if it was bad luck or the universe telling you to finally do something more adventurous with your life but either way, you’d need to find a new job soon.

So lost in thought, you don’t even realize where you are until you stumble over a stray tree root. Only then do you notice the gorgeous park you’re in. It’s roughly the size of a large backyard but it’s filled with so many plants and tall trees that you could nearly forget you were in the middle of a city if the honking of traffic didn’t give it away.

Flowers of every color blossom all along the brick pathway and all sorts of pollinators flitter around the garden. It’s a wonder they can find their way to this place through all the buildings and construction around but if you lived here you’d probably never leave it anyway.

It would feel like a segment pulled straight out of a forest if it weren’t for the fountain in the middle of it all. It’s a beautiful circle made out of white marble with a woman in the center holding some sort of pot where the water is flowing from. 

It’s nothing but a simple statue but something about the woman's eyes is warm and motherly, whoever carved them must have spent a lot of time on them to get them to feel so inviting. They don’t look directly at you, however, they focus just to the right of where you're standing and you follow the line of sight till you notice something in the bushes.

Curious as to what could be so important that they’d face the statue towards it, you move to investigate the mysterious object and are pointedly surprised to find a coin machine buried amongst the leaves and vines. It reads:

“Wish coins. Hold the coin in your hands and make a wish then toss it into the fountain. The Universe is kind to those with pure intentions. Only one per person!” 

From the looks of it, no one’s used it in a long time and it makes you sad that humanity has seemingly given up on simple things like making a wish in a fountain. You remember doing it once or twice as a kid, although your wishes never came true- it was probably for the best that you didn’t receive 15 puppies and all the toys in the world at age 8.

It only costs a penny to get a coin from the machine so after a few minutes of digging through all your pants pockets you manage to scrounge up one dirty penny made in 2003 from your back pocket. You insert it and twist until your ‘wish coin’ comes out with a clank.

It’s bigger than a dollar coin and looks like something you’d get at an arcade or gaming festival. It’s got a star on both sides instead of anything remotely similar to real currency but it holds the weight of real metal and looks entirely made of copper. Even if you don’t throw it in it’s a pretty cute trinket to have found.

Checking your watch, you see that you still have an hour until the mechanics can get to your car so you walk over and take a seat on the fountain, admiring the greenery, you think about how you probably never would have found this place if all of the bad stuff didn’t happen. Although you didn't know if this surpassed the loss of your job you were grateful to have found such a beautiful place to rest and wait. 

Taking a deep breath in, you flip the coin in your palm over a few times, staring at it in consideration. It couldn’t hurt to try…could it? 

Truth be told, you don't know why you’re putting so much thought into it but maybe there was a small part of you that still believed in silly things like this. The little girl in you that held out hope that things like magic actually exist somewhere in this world.

Standing up, you turn and face the fountain as you clutch onto the coin with both hands and think of the perfect wish. What is it that you really wanted anyway? 

A job? No, that was something you needed, and it didn't feel like something worth wasting a wish on. 

A partner? Now that would be nice, someone to come home to and cheer you up on days like these, but even that didn’t feel right and you didn’t want to end up in one of those shitty genie situations where they take your words literally and end up screwing you over.

What was it that you truly wanted? Adventure? Excitement? Something to look forward to in a world that makes you constantly look back? That felt like the right direction but you had no idea how to phrase it so you just poured everything you were feeling into the coin and then flicked it into the clear blue water.

As it sank to the bottom you held your breath as you waited for something to happen. You don’t know what you were expecting, it’s not like everything you wished for would just magically appear out of nowhere…

You waited a few minutes, shifting anxiously on your feet as you stared at the coin at the bottom of the fountain. There were no other coins in the water and you wondered if someone came to clean it often, even the water was flawlessly clear despite the area being so secluded. You wondered if your coin would soon be cleaned out and debated fishing it out of the water. 

It was pretty cute but maybe you could just grab a second one from the machine? You fisted your pockets for another penny but came up empty so you resorted to searching the surrounding dirt for any lost change. Much to your luck there was a single penny underneath one of the within-reach bushes and you quickly inserted it into the slot and tried to twist.

The machine didn’t budge. Was it broken? You tried twisting again, taking the penny out and putting it back, and even lightly smacking the machine but nothing worked. The “only one per person" sticker staring at you tauntingly. Perhaps that was your sign to stop trying. 

Sighing, you glance at the time and decide you should probably start to head back if you want to make it to your car before the mechanic people do. Before you go though, you take one last look into the statue's warm eyes, letting the tiniest ounce of hope spark through you.

“I don’t really know what I wished for but… I hope it comes true.” You turn to walk away but then hesitate, taking in the scenery one last time “And I hope it makes me happy.”

Pt.2

A/n: Hope you enjoyed Chapter one of my new series! It only gets crazier from here!! ~Starry

[srorgana1]

Angel Eyes

Rock Star Kylo Ren x Reader/Knights of Ren

TW: Rough Sex, Spanking, Dirty Talk, "cheating", Roleplay

A spicy one shot from the Into the Reverb Universe in which Kylo and Y/N change it up on a special day.

I hope you all enjoy ❤️

A huge thanks to my beautiful friend and Beta @mrs-zimmerman ❤️ i love you girlfriend

Kylo grunts as he moves the sander across the wood, careful not to overwork the edges and sides he had just finished. He squints, looking for imperfections in the wood as the afternoon sunshine pours in through the floor to ceiling windows. He stands and stretches his back, giving his aching muscles a reprieve from being hunched over for so long.

He lets out a groan as he raises his arms above his head, further relieving the pressure. They flex and loosen up below his thin company t-shirt. He personally relishes in the burn of a hard day's work, knowing that he will then be rewarded with more pronounced muscles that are quite pleasing to the eye.

Maybe she will like them, he thinks as he fixes his safety glasses. They have been in each other's orbit since the start of the project, a full kitchen reno. He and his company are the top in LA and he is well compensated for his talent and skill as a craftsman. He didn't expect anything different when he came to the in-home consultation, but he was so very wrong when they were disturbed by the most beautiful woman he has ever seen strolling in in nothing but a very sensual sports bra and yoga pants set.

He remembers having to keep his jealousy in check when this perfect female specimen strolled over and kissed that arrogant asshole who he had been talking to for the last hour. But then she looked at him and he knew instantly she wanted him. He could see it in her eyes, how they darkened as they skipped along his muscles and tattoos.

It's been almost two months since then and they are still playing this game. He still catches her at times looking at him, lust clouding her gaze. He chuckles lowly as he turns the sander off. He knows she likes what she sees, that's for sure.

She wants him, he knows it but he has to play this right. He has to let that sweet piece of ass come to him. He can be patient. It’ll be ten times sweeter when she does, desperate for what he can give her. When she does, oh when she does he will defile her so bad and fuck her so hard and deep she will feel him a month from now. Honestly he wouldn’t even care or stop if her husband showed up. He would smile like a madman and go harder just to show him who the real man is around here.

Fuck he's hard now and hot. How did it get so fucking hot in here? He can feel the sweat dripping off him, some of it fogging up his safety glasses. He stands and wipes his face with his shirt. It's soaked through. Damn, must have been working much harder than he thought, totally distracted by his dirty fantasy.

He makes an impulsive decision and removes it, sighing in relief as the air hits his bare skin. He removes his safety glasses and puts them up on his head for safe keeping as he goes to find a towel in the guest bathroom he has been allowed to use. He steps back out when he catches the sound of the front door closing and the sound of small steps heading towards him.

He holds back a groan as her perfume begins to float in the air, an alluring mix of floral, patchouli and vanilla. He doesn’t know the brand nor does he care, but he does know he wants to find all those secret spots that would taste like that. He shivers at the thought as he sees her enter the large main living space.

She is distracted by her phone and bags, unaware of his company. He stares and waits for her to acknowledge him. “Oh I didn’t know you were here” her surprised voice says behind him. He can literally feel her eyes on him, appraising his bare upper body. He fights off another shiver, setting a bored and unamused expression on his face before he turns to face her.

She looks like temptation incarnate. Her curvy but trim figure is perfectly accentuated by her black sheath dress with cropped leather jacket. He wants to take a bite out of those juicy curves and make her squirm and squeal. Her hair is perfectly styled as always in a sleek ponytail, calling him to grab it tight and tug at it as he sucks bruises into her skin.

But it's her eyes, her angelic eyes are his undoing. They ensnare him in their doe like expressive nature, calling him to fall into them and never resurface. Suddenly all he wants is to see how they would look when they are all scrunched up and teary from overwhelming pleasure he and only he can give her.

Even so, he cannot show weakness. If he does, she will know she has him by the balls. He needs to show her he is in charge. He stares her down as her eyes unabashedly take him in, all heavy muscle and tattooed lines. “My truck was outside '' he says in an unamused voice, crossing his arms across his chest.

She takes a step forward, kicking off her beaded sandals and continues her unabashed appraisal of him. “Is that so? Well glad I'm getting my money's worth” she croons out, placing her bags onto the kitchen island. Her eyes never leave him as she further approaches him, shifting out of her jacket and exposing more skin.

He can see that lust swirling in her eyes once more as a mischievous smirk crosses her face. “That's quite a situation you got there Mr. Ren” she says slyly, rounding the island towards him. He knows she can see his erection trapped in his jeans and it pulses and throbs at her attention.

She slinks closer, only an arms length away. “Looks like you could use some help” she says, her eyes heavy as her perfectly manicured hand lightly grazes his thigh, so dangerously close. He tries and fails to hold back a groan, his hips shifting towards her touch.

“Careful sweetheart” he growls, his fingers itching to grab her and feel her at long last. She chuckles, her fingers now tracing his length up and down along his thigh “No I don't think I will. You see, I have needs that often are not met by my husband. Certain preferences you can say. But you Mr Ren, look like you could be a very capable and viable option.”

He meets her eyes, a vicious smile splitting his face. “Well sweetheart, if that's what you are needing, I am willing to provide that service. I am nothing but all encompassing” he says lowly, loving how her thighs squeeze together tightly at his response.

She nods, lightly gripping him through his jeans. He groans again, his hips canting lightly towards her touch. He feels like a caged tiger, just waiting for the time to strike. Just waiting for her to give the go ahead, so he can grab a handful of that pert little ass and let her feel what she does to him.

His patience with her wanes when she starts speaking again. “Hmm I love the power play. I fucking love it when a man takes whats his but also when he is putty in my hand” she says huskally, continuing to pet him with increasingly needy strokes.

He is obscenely hard and can feel his boxers becoming more and more soaked. He never in a million years would have guessed they have such similar wants and needs. He loves it when a woman brings him to his fucking knees just as much as fucking them like the whores they are. God above, he cannot wait to fucking ruin her.

She smiles and takes his hand, leading him over to the large L shaped couch. He swallows thickly as he watches her lower herself to her knees, her short black fingernails tracing his thighs muscles. She looks up at him, keeping eye contact as she slowly takes his zipper down.

He holds back a shudder as he assists her by shimmying his hips to allow his jeans to shift down as she pulls his cock out of his boxers. “Fuck I knew you would be big” she groans, her small hand exploring and giving some experimental pumps. Fucking hell.

“Fucking suck my cock, you little slut” he growls, his inked up hand gripping her hair and pulling her closer. She legit moans at his words as she starts peppering his groin and the length of his cock with teasing kisses. She works her way down to his glans, licking it lightly with her tongue.

He moans outright, overwhelmed by the feeling of her hot little mouth on him. He struggles to keep his eyes open when she turns her attention to the tip, teasing him as her hands explore his balls, thighs and ass. She hums against him, tightening her lips around him as she squeezes a handful of his ass.

“Fuck” he groans, tugging at her hair. She lets out a whine around him, her tongue now doing tight little circular movements focusing every couple turns to dip into his slit. Her hand migrates down again, lightly stroking that special spot behind his balls. He jolts, his pleasure doubling as he rocks his hips harder “so fucking good. Fuck.”

He feels her chuckle around his cock, taking a bit more of him in. He must say her technique is masterful, her mouth and hand working in tandem. She traces the underside vein with her tongue as she bobs up and down, her perfectly pink lips stretched around him. He knows he is probably too big for her to take it all. There have only been a few who have but damn it, he wants to test her limits and if nothing else hear her fucking gag.

He lets out a growl and pulls her all the way down, hitting the back of her throat. She chokes almost instantly and struggles to keep it together. He legit almost comes as he watches her blink back tears as she opens her jaw more, allowing more space for him to do whatever the fuck he wants to do to her. His hips twitch with excitement as he begins to rock into her wet willing mouth.

“Fucking take it” he growls, unable to hold his tongue any longer. “You’re such a whore, letting me fuck your face like this. That feel good sweetheart? Does my cock feel and taste better than that worthless microdick that husband of yours is packing? What would he think if he caught you like this, on your knees with my fat cock stuffed down your throat?”

She moans loudly around him, making the head of his cock to rub against the roof of her mouth. He shuts his eyes in bliss, reveling in the feeling of her. He could blissfully come like this but he needs to focus on his original goal: to have all of her in every way.

He pulls out quickly, admiring the string of spit still connecting his cock to her lips. Her eyes are wide and big as she licks her swollen lips, panting lightly. He pulls her up, turning her around quickly and bending her over the armrest. He takes no time, flipping the skirt of her dress over her hips and ripping her panties down to her ankles.

He growls at the sight of her wet pink folds and her perfect ass as he glides his hands over her curves. His hands finally able to feel that soft skin that has been haunting his dreams since taking this job. She responds beautifully, wiggling in his hold and exposing herself more to him while whining his name.

“What's that? You want this?” he teases, rubbing his cock against her wet folds. He hears her moan out a yes as he smacks her ass hard, catching her by surprise. She jolts and he legit sees her pussy clench. “Fuck” she keens, canting her hips back for more.

“Fuck is right” he growls again, smacking her ass again “gonna smack that cute little ass red and then fuck you so hard you won’t know which way is up.” He lands another, watching the physical representation of his lust bloom upon her skin. She seems to love it as well by the sounds she is making and how she grinds against him.

“He is too much of a pussy to treat you like this isn't he? He would never smack your ass raw and make you beg for his cock. Oh but I will sweetheart, I fucking will” he says, landing another hit. “Fuck yes. Please, Do it, please” she keens, her hips rocking back even more.

“Good girl” he groans, taking the opportunity to feel her now dripping cunt literally weeping for him. He gets lost in the moment, allowing her a small sliver of control. She shifts her ass up at his next rock of his hips, making the head of his cock graze very closely to her entrance. He hisses at the feeling, his lust boiling over. He feels legit feral.

He grabs her hips and thrusts in roughly. She yelps at his intrusion as he lets out a long moan. She is perfectly tight around him and he takes a quick second to relish the feeling before he starts a vicious pace. She sobs in pleasure, her hands scrumbling along the couch for something to hold onto. “Is this what you wanted?” he snarls, looming more over her. “Yes K-Kylo yes” she babbles, her breath shuddering in time with his thrusts.

Something in him snaps in him hearing her say his name. His hips quicken as he grips at her neck pulling her up closer to his chest. He can feel her clench down on him as her breath hitches between her panting moans. “God you are so fucking tight. Like a fucking vice. You like being manhandled like this, sweetheart? You like these big hands acting as a fucking necklace?” he teases, squeezing her airway just so.

She keens, her body winding up around him. She is the perfect height for this, making the angle sublime. Her cunt squeezes him deliciously making him feel slightly light headed. He leans in, rubbing his large nose along her bare shoulder and up her neck, finally allowing himself to taste her skin.

“You feel so good sweetheart. I can only imagine how good your ass will feel as well. God damn, I cannot wait to fuck your ass like this sweetheart” he snarls into her skin. She clenches around him at his filthy words and he knows she would enjoy it as much as he would.

“I knew you were a kinky slut. Ughh, cannot wait to ruin you forever. No one will be able to satisfy you like I can and you and I both know you will come crawling every time you need fucked. Now give me what I want” he says, biting into the meat of her shoulder.

She responds instantly, letting out a scream as her orgasm overtakes her. She gushes onto him, her cunt fluttering and squeezing his length. “Oh fuck yes” he groans her skin, his pace lightening up slightly to enjoy her release. The sounds were obscene, music to his ears.

But he needs more. He needs to see her face when she orgasms again and when he fills her up. He lets go of her neck, assisting her back down onto the couch. He watches her pant, her ribs and back muscles moving rapidly in and out. She looks back at him, her dark eye makeup slightly smeared and face flushed. She looks wrecked already and he’s not even close to being done with her yet.

He pulls out, causing her to gasp. He admires her cream coating himself and her puffy cunt. “Kylo please” she whines, wiggling her ass at him as she kicks off her panties. He smiles at her desperateness. Good fucking girl, give it all to me.

He swings her around and picks her into his arms and impales her on his cock. She shouts out, still sensitive from her recent release. “Don’t worry I got you” he gasps, his eyes never leaving hers as he takes a couple steps to his long forgotten work table and laying her atop his construction plans.

In this position, he can now truly appreciate her like he has dreamt about. Of them together in carnal bliss and he all flushed and wild. But this, this is so much better than he could ever come up with in his mind. Her body is alight with pleasure and it’s stunning.

Fuck he wants to see this every fucking day. He’s got to fuck her and he’s already addicted. His eyes follow her perfect form, his eyes stuck on that secret prize peeking out between her breasts. That delicate tattoo he wants to trace with his tongue and make her call out his name.

He wonders what other little surprises she has on her. Maybe another time he will explore her and map all those special spaces out and give them the attention they deserve. But this is not that time. His eyes move down to her exposed cunt, her labia stretching obscenely around him. He groans at the sight, pulling out once more to see her arousal leak out of her.

“Legs up sweetness” he says, tapping her thigh. She obeys, resting her legs on his strong shoulders. The change in position and the angle making them both groan again in pleasure. “Fuck, you are something else” he says between heaving breaths, his hips moving faster with more forceful thrusts, far deeper then before. “Fuck, fuck Kylo. Please. Fuck” she gasps, squeezing her eyes closed to keep her tears from falling.

“Look at me!” he bellows, unable to hold back now. He’s too far gone. Her beautiful eyes meet his in shock. He almost breaks character at the look she gives him, but he is too far gone. It's a primal dark thing inside him and nothing will stop him from taking what is his.

Her eyes begin to overflow with tears as he continues his assault. This is exactly what he wanted - to see her debatched under him, her eyes heavy-lidded and tears of pleasure running down her flawless skin. “I’ve dreamt about this sweetheart so many times. Of you crying while impaled on my cock, f-fuck” he gasps, his warning signs of his impending orgasm licking at the base of his spine.

She gasps and keens his name again, her fingertips reaching and grazing his contracting abdominal muscles. Her touch is electric, spurring his orgasm forward. He can literally feel her pleasure through it and it makes him want to give her the best orgasm of her life. He moans her name, gripping her calves and fucks her harder.

She is tightening and fluttering around him, a tell tale sign of her release. He focuses on her quickening breaths as her jaw drops open between her moans. It’s so fucking perfect. “I feel you baby, you ready sweetheart?” he groans, preparing to allow himself to go over the edge with her.

She nods once before throwing her head back as her body lets go. He cannot believe how tight she clamps down on his cock and how much she drenches him. It immediately triggers his own orgasm. He lets out a filthy roar as he pounds into her, pumping his hot cum into her. It feels never ending. His whole body tingles in pleasure as he continues to fill up her perfect cunt, moaning her name like a needy prayer.

He rides the high and slows his hips down to a gentle rock, finally allowing them both time to recover. He opens his eyes, taking in the aftermath of what they just did. She grins at him as she catches her breath, her skin flushed and shimmering with sweat. He drops a kiss onto her calf and leaning his head against the other.

“Is that what you were envisioning baby girl?” he says, his body spent. He leans against the table, his cock softening inside but doesn’t pull out yet. It’s something you both enjoy after sex, that afterglow and the closeness of being truly one. “That and so much more Ky” you say with a small laugh “thank you.” “My pleasure baby” he says, pushing the hair from your eyes.

“I didn’t hurt you too bad did I? I got a little carried away” he says, focusing on the softness of your hair. “Ky, if it was too much I would’ve used our safe word. I fucking loved every minute and I could tell you did too” she responds, grabbing his hand to kiss his tattood knuckles.

He cracks a full smile finally, overwhelmed with your love. He lets go of your legs, allowing you to move them into a much more comfortable position around his hips. “That I did, it was pretty fucking hot.” You beam at him as he reaches for your hand while the other lightly traces the lines between your breasts. “I cannot tell you how sexy you look in this” he says as he leans down and kisses your breasts.

“Thank you my love but I think your actions definitely showed me more than any words could say” you respond, running your hands through his wild dark hair. You feel his tongue trace your tattoo before leaving soft kisses up your chest, finally stopping right above your heart. “Best day ever” he whispers into your skin.

He smirks as you tug at his hair, a silent plea. He leaves one more kiss over your heart and moves to your lips. “Happy anniversary baby girl, I couldn’t have asked for anything more” he breathes before finally kissing you properly.

He groans into the kiss, loving the feeling of your soft lips against his own. It’s sweet and tender, so different from the rough fucking they just burned through. He pulls back slightly, nuzzling his nose with yours. “How about we get cleaned up and then we can move on to today's other plans?'' he asks. As if on cue, your stomach rumbles loudly at the mention of filet mignon and stuffed portabellos, making you both laugh at the ridiculousness of the timing.

“C'mon babe” he says, shifting his hands under your ass and lifting you into his arms “can’t let the wife starve”. “Damn right sir” you snark, wrapping your arms around his neck. He chuckles and shakes his head. How did he get so lucky to find you and make you his? He still doesn’t know but he thanks his lucky stars everyday. He carries you off to the bedroom, looking forward to an amazing dinner and a life full of amazing love.

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Dating DILF Luke: a relationship's development

🐞modern day AU🐞

A/N: Happy new year, lovely people🩵 this was supposed to be a normal dating headcanons post but apparently I'm unable to do these when it comes to Dilf!Luke, so please take whatever this is instead👉🏻👈🏻

cw: slight mentions of smut but nothing explicit

a very small taglist: @the1sunshine1girl

• a kiss can say more than a thousand words

• it can be a revelation

• it can change everything or nothing at all

• it's possible that a kiss can set something in motion

• and in your case it does, although very slowly

• after so much time of desperate yearning it brings the consoling knowledge that, yes, Luke does, to some extent, return your feelings

• this is what you wished for, dreamed of and imagined in detail during countless nights, and yet the discovery hits you unexpectedly

• it fills you with joy but a sense of reluctance as well, one that you can't quite make sense of

• it's truly remarkable how such a quiet, short moment can leave one feeling completely unprepared and maybe even a little bit scared

• because what to expect?

• how to move forward?

• should you be the one to take the next step or would he prefer to do so?

• are you dating now?

• most importantly: does he even want a committed relationship?

• or are you nothing more to him than a fleeting fancy?

• a nice distraction from his still evident grieve?

• your head feels like it's about to burst with all the unanswered questions getting worse by the minute

• Luke, on the other hand, is elated

• he feels like he's floating, walking on clouds wherever he goes, no matter that already several days have passed since he first kissed you

• unable to think of another way to describe his constant state, he finds himself feeling very much like a horny teenage boy whenever you're around him

• suddenly growing hard several times a day, he's repeatedly forced to leave situations to take care of it, the reasons ranging from seeing you in a bikini to the way you play with your hair

• not to mention the time he had to watch you devotedly licking ice cream off your fingers or when you called him Mr. Skywalker in jest

• if you were able to take a look inside his head you wouldn't think to question his feelings or motivations to be with you for even a second

• he knows what he wants; has known for a long time, even though it took him quite a while to admit it to himself

• regardlessly he's struggling as well; at first his troubles may seem similar to yours but quickly take a rather dark turn

• insecurities about his person have always been there, smoldering at the back of his mind but never was he so aware of them as he is now

• Luke wants to give you the world and more but knows he has some serious issues to work through before he can consider taking things further with you, which, unconsciously or not, puts him under immense pressure

• it's overwhelming and he's at a loss for where to start

• there is so much he feels he needs to fix in order to ever be good enough for you, to be what he feels you deserve

• additionally, turning his gaze inward in order to confront and let go of what no longer serves him, will take time

• lots of time

• time he could instead be spending with you

• he absolutely hates it, sometimes even going so far as to hate his own want to be reasonable

• but how could you be happy with someone in his current state?

• and just why does this have to be so complicated when it could be so simple

• your feelings towards him are genuine and so are his, so why not simply...act on them?

• that is just the point, though

• he can't, shouldn't, if he wishes for your happiness

• a healthy relationship, romantic as well as sexual, is built on mutual trust and communication about what's important to both parts

• you are and hopefully will agree to be a part of this just as much as he is

• so of course you should have the possibility to voice your thoughts, to share with him your expectations

• he can't just swoop in and declare you his when maybe that's not what you're comfortable with

• for god's sake, he doesn't even know any details about your dating life!

• there's so much he could accidentally do wrong

• so many ways in which he could accidentally hurt you

• there's no way he wants to risk this

• so shoving down his desperate need to be with you, he reigns himself back in, silently vowing to take things on at your pace

• from experience he knows he tends to come off strong, too strong for even some of his past partners liking, his love and lust easily overwhelming

• thus, afraid to smother you, to scare you away, he's set on giving you space, as much as you could ever need, to let your relationship evolve naturally

• and he does, he really tries his best, but feels horribly guilty at the same time

• it feels like he's lying to you, like he's pretending to be someone he's not

• because while objectively he knows he's doing the right thing, the reasonable thing, it's not what every last cell of his being screams at him to do instead

• from the very beginning he has had to reign himself back in and apart from a few slip ups always managed to, yes, but now it has become a nearly impossible task

• constantly, and as it seems, without a single break, he is wrangling with his possessiveness

• it tears him apart how much he wants you basically glued to his side while at the same being afraid to be too much

• but surely that way nothing could ever hurt or happen to you, right?

• that way he could make sure of it!

• he'd do everything for you, you wouldn't have to leave the house ever again

• and never would the same horribly fate of his late wife befall you as well

• yes, he'd take such good care of you, provide anything you could ever need

• food, money, a safe and comfortable home...

• then, every day late in the afternoon he'd return from work to lovely you waiting for him

• you'd share a romantic dinner together, with joy he'd listen to you telling him about your day

• and later that night, he'd make passionate love to you until you peacefully fall asleep in his arms

• indulging in those selfish fantasies excites him more than he ultimately would've believed possible

• what started as a way to calm himself, soon escaped his grip to turn into even more fuel for his already escalating explicit thoughts

• and to think you know nothing of it, probably remaining strong in your belief about sharing a rather innocent connection, unaware of the dreams visiting him at night...

• it ashames and turns him on equally

• he, to no avail, wants to put a stop to it

• and yet it's nearly become what some would call an addiction, an obsession, to imagine your shining innocence in stark contrast to himself, sick with lust

• you'd give yourself to him, he knows, and he'd corrupt you, ruin you, deriving his pleasure from it

• from the way he'd make you fulfill every one of his little fantasies he's had since the day he laid his eyes on you

• usually it's at this point that he snaps out of his spiraling thoughts in terror and forces himself to take a cold shower

• everything to avoid having to face the truth

• to avoid the sad fact that, what he wants the most is to simply care for someone and to be needed in return

• from an outside perspective nobody is able to tell what's going on inside of him as he, more unintentionally than not, appears to be a man nothing but smitten, though maybe a little bit withdrawn

• his efforts to make sure you're well and comfortable are just as attentive as the polite compliments he pays you from time to time

• nothing betrays his struggles and when he pulls away it seems to be more out of shyness, a byproduct of his gentle advances towards you

• he remains a mystery

• you can't say you mind awfully much, not when it's what he has always been and especially not now that your feelings are being returned

• instead you revel in his thoughtful approaches and bath in the glow of his recognition

• a fleeting contact of soft skin here

• a smile shared in secret

• his broad hand on your lower back when he passes by

• a careful tug to your braid

• or his fingers under your chin to get your attention

• and even though a slight nervousness on your part stays, it's overshadowed by the sheer admiration you have for him

• if only Luke knew

• his heart would beat easier if only he were able to take a look inside your head and see how much you adore him