#scott barringer

[klizzie93]

Hayden absolutely killed it in his portrayal of Scott Barringer in Higher Ground; his touching performance completely gutted me. As someone who is a huge fan of Highway to Heaven, this show feels like someone plucked an episode from that and expanded it into a series of its own. Joe Lando, Ann Marie Loder and the entire cast are incredible. Such a treat to discover.

[starrdream]

Anakin Skywalker x Padme's sister!reader summary: Anakin can't seem to control himself around Padme's younger sister includes: SMUT, praise, small age gap

Despite being Padme's bodyguard for years, Anakin couldn't bring himself to take his eyes away from you.

As if the Jedi code forbidding him from acting on his feelings towards you wasn't enough, the fact that you were Padme's sister and 4 years younger than him was the dealbreaker.

He was already 22 and you were barely 18. It made him feel guilty for thinking about you like that, especially when he was basically following your sister around half the time.

Padme was also very protective over you-always making sure you were okay, never letting you get in trouble, no leaving the house without bodyguards. She really wasn't taking any chances with you, even though she was usually in far more danger than you..

He'd never admit it but it made him so jealous.

He wanted to be the one to care about you like that. He wanted to be the one you'd kiss and hug every time you came to visit, not the one you'd acknowledge once in a blue moon.

It's not like the two of you never talked, you did..occasionally. Quick glances, shared laughter while you were with your sister and a rare smile when passing by.

But it wasn't enough for him. He wanted you and your attention completely and utterly to himself. The mere sight of you made his resolve weak.

He didn't know what he liked about you more. Your eyes? Your laugh, smile? The way you carried yourself? How smart you were? Was it the more reckless part of you?

Once, Padme insisted on sending Anakin to ensure your safety while you were out in the city. You claimed you'd 'hanging out with friends'..Poor Anakin had to watch and listen to you flirt with a boy for 2 whole hours.

It was the fact that he was nothing like the young boy that bothered Anakin. He was blonde with shorter hair and looked like he was about your age. Seemed like he wasn't a part of the Jedi order, considering the fact that he was publicly flirting with you..or the fact that he had any time to spare at all. Overall, Anakin and him were polar opposites.

He still wasn't over that even though 3 years passed since that day.

Though, he'd much rather watch you pining over a guy than not see you at all. The truth was, you hadn't come to Coruscant for a while. At least, not when he was there.

Because the war was slowly subsiding, Anakin's missions became longer-helping the galaxy recover from the damage it's people brought upon it.

Lucky for Anakin, Padme insisted you move to Curoscant to live with her. He, of course, had no knowledge of this-he was on a mission when Padme discussed this with you.

So now, not even 3 days after he returned from a mission-he was staring right at you as Padme cooed over you. He froze mid step, breath hitching and heart racing.

Anakin hadn't seen you in, what? 6-7 months, yet you looked so different. More mature, responsible..He wasn't sure if it was his mind playing tricks on him but to him, you looked like an actual angel.

You were so much beautiful than he remembered. Or maybe it was because he was starting to forget you which he silently cursed himself for as he walked over.

Anakin’s boots echoed in the hallway as he made his way closer, his mind a whirlwind of emotions he didn’t want to face. The light around you seemed to shimmer differently now. There you were, sitting next to Padmé, laughing softly as her sister lovingly fussed over you, tucking a loose strand of hair behind your ear.

But it was the way you held yourself—like you didn’t need anyone—that got to him the most.

The pull toward you was undeniable, raw. He’d tried to ignore it before. He’d convinced himself that it was just the stress of the war. That it was just the loneliness. But now? Standing here, seeing you like this, he couldn’t deny it anymore

"Anakin." You greeted, your voice warm but with an edge of something more. It made him pause.

"Hello m'lady." He said, his voice sounding a little too hoarse, a little too soft. He tried to force a smile, but it felt like it cracked before it fully formed. "I just got back."

Padmé looked up from you, a smile forming on her lips. "Anakin, it’s good to see you. I wasn’t expecting you up so soon."

"I uh...wasn't really tired last night" He shakes his head, standing behind Padme with his arms crossed.

"Well, let me go find something for us to eat and drink, yeah?" Padme smiled at you expectantly.

"Sure." You chuckle out a sigh.

As soon as she's out the door, you can't help it.

"Ani? My goodness you've grown" You chuckle, leaning your face on the palm of your hand.

"So have you... grown more beautiful, I mean...for a Senator, I mean."

Anakin tries to keep his cool by throwing you a sheepish smile, but in reality-he's mentally facepalming for his nervousness and stupid choice of words.

You chuckle, shaking your head as Padme comes back. She's holding a tray with 3 cups, a teapot and some cookies.

Adapting to seeing you around all the time was agonizing for Anakin. Not a second passes by without Anakin thinking about you. It seems like you are embedded in his soul.

He'll never get used to you smiling and greeting him every time you walked by. Nor eating meals together. Nor catching you staring at him, seemingly zoned out.

It was late, maybe 2 AM. The whole apartment was quiet, the only sound the hum of appliances and the occasional ship passing by.

He had spent too many nights like this-sitting on the couch, staring at the view before him, unable to turn off his thoughts. It was getting ridiculous, really. He was a Jedi. He was trained to control his emotions, to let go of attachments.

"What the-" His head snapped towards the source of the sound. It seemed to be coming from your room.

An intruder? No—he would’ve felt a disturbance in the Force.

Anakin was on his feet before he could think, instincts kicking in as he rushed toward your door. His heart pounded in his chest as he reached for the handle, only hesitating for a fraction of a second before pushing it open.

"M'lady?!" He called out as soon as the door opened. Anakin stepped into the room just in time to see a shadow slipping toward the window. His jaw clenched.

"Where do you think you’re going?"

You froze.

Slowly, very slowly, you turned around, caught like a thief in the night. Your eyes were wide, lips slightly parted, as if you were scrambling for an excuse.

Anakin crossed his arms, leaning against the wall with an unimpressed look. "Well?"

You exhaled through your nose, muttering something under your breath before forcing a smile. "Anakin! What a surprise. I was just-uh. getting some fresh air."

"At two in the morning?”" He arched his scarred eyebrow.

You cleared your throat, straightening up and taking a few steps away from the window. "Best time for it."

He huffed out a dry laugh, stepping closer. "Try again."

You shifted on your feet, eyes darting toward the door, then back to him. "It’s not a big deal."

"If it wasn’t a big deal, you wouldn’t be sneaking."

That shut you up.

"I wasn’t going far," you argued. "Just—meeting my friends."

Anakin sighed, pinching the bridge of his nose. "You do realize that Coruscant isn’t exactly safe at this hour, right?"

"Oh, please," you scoffed. "It’s not like I’m wandering into the lower levels. We’re just going Nothing’s going to happen."

"That’s not the point." His jaw clenched. "You shouldn’t be sneaking around in the first place."

You rolled your eyes. "I’m not a child, Anakin. I don’t need a lecture."

"No," he agreed, stepping even closer. "But you do need to stop making my life harder."

"What?" You scoffed, arms crossing over your chest.

He sighed, dragging a hand down his face before looking at you again, frustration laced with something deeper. "Do you have any idea what it’s like to worry about you all the time?"

You stared at him, caught off guard. "Anakin, I'm not 12, I'll be fine."

Anakin exhaled sharply, his patience hanging by a thread. "Either you stay, or I’m coming with you."

"You don’t get to make that decision for me, Anakin."

"Someone has to," he shot back, voice rough with frustration. "Because clearly, you don’t care how reckless you’re being."

You scoffed. "I’m not reckless. You're just like Padme. I don’t need you hovering over me like some overprotective-"

"Maker, do you even hear yourself?" He took a step closer, whisper-shouting now in order to not wake up your sister. The intensity in his eyes making your breath hitch. "I can’t just let you walk out of here because it would kill me if something happened to you."

The words hung in the air, heavy and unshakable.

"Anakin-"

"No." He shook his head, stepping even closer, until he was barely a breath away. "I can’t do this anymore. I can’t act like it doesn’t tear me apart every time you walk away. And I sure as hell can’t sit here and let you slip through my fingers again."

The air between you was electric, charged with something you’d both been avoiding for far too long.

You swallowed hard, your voice barely a whisper. "Then don’t."

Anakin froze. His breathing was uneven, his hands trembling at his sides.

And then-his lips were on yours.

It wasn’t slow. It wasn’t hesitant. It was desperate, messy, like he had been holding himself back for far too long and had finally snapped.

You gasped against him, but any protest died the second his hands cupped your face, pulling you deeper into him. His lips moved against yours like he was afraid you’d disappear, like he needed to memorize the way you felt.

Stars, you were drowning in him. In the way he kissed you, in the way his breath hitched when your fingers curled into his tunic.

He kissed just like he fought-passionate, relentless, as if the very idea of stopping was unbearable. His fingers curled into your hair, deepening the kiss, stealing every breath from your lungs.

A low groan rumbled in his chest when you let out a soft whimper, and suddenly, you found yourself backed against the wall, his body caging you in.

His thumb brushed over your jaw as he pulled away, gaze flickering between your eyes and your mouth. "Tell me to stop," he rasped. "Tell me, and I will." He mumbled, face barely an inch from yours.

You didn’t even think twice before your arms wrap around his neck, pulling him closer. Every part of you felt alive, a rush of heat and electricity coursing through your veins.

His lips left yours briefly, both of you gasping for air, but he didn’t give you a chance to fully process what was happening. His mouth was on your neck now, pressing soft, heated kisses against your skin, sending shivers down your spine.

"Anakin..." Your breathless voice cracked as your fingers dug into his shoulders, pulling him even closer.

He groaned your name, his lips trailing upward to your ear. "I’ve wanted this for so long," he muttered between kisses, his voice raw. "I can’t stop thinking about you. It’s... it’s all I ever do."

You closed your eyes, overwhelmed by the sensation of his words and his touch. Everything in you wanted this-wanted him. It was all too much, and yet, you couldn’t pull away.

You felt his breath hot against your skin as he pulled back, his chest heaving. "Tell me you want this too," he said, voice thick with desire. "Please, just say it. I need to know you want this."

You looked up at him, eyes clouded with the same urgency, the same need. "I want this," you breathed out, unable to hide the truth any longer. "I want you."

"Please…" He whispered your name like a prayer, his hands moving to the small of your back, urging you closer. He pushed you back on the bed, crawling over you.

You welcome him with open arms, wrapping one around his neck while the other one runs over his back and arm. His arm is steadily holding you up by the waist, caressing and squeezing your skin while the mechanic one is holding his weight up.

"Ani" You whimper as his hips involuntarily grind against you, rubbing his thick length against your thigh.

"I'm sorry m'lady" He teases, lips latching onto your jaw and neck. "You ever done this before?" He mutters against your skin as he trails kisses down your neck.

"Yeah.." You mumble sheepishly, although you do your best to hide it. For some reason, that felt worse than saying you weren't. You couldn't tell why.

He hums, nipping at a sensitive spot on your neck before he pulls back slightly, slipping his Jedi robe off and letting it fall to the ground.

"I couldn't wait to get my hands on you.." Anakin brushes his nose against your neck as his hands trail from your thighs up to your waist, slipping under your shirt and taking it off.

You waste no time in tugging on the remaining clothes he has, which he complies with immediately-pushing his pants down as you fumble with the buttons of his shirt.

Withing seconds, both of you are naked and his tip is teasing your entrance as he adjusts himself. "Tell me to stop if it gets too much, okay?" He whispers.

"As if.." You chuckle, swallowing thickly as he parts your legs with his knee, accidentally brushing against your wetness.

He shakes his head in amusement before bottoming out, drawing a loud gasp from you.

"Shh...can't have none of that when your sister's sleeping in the next room.." He warns you

"R-right.." Your voice weavers.

"Good, good.." He nods tauntingly before starting to move again. His hips snap against yours in a firm pace, filling the sound with various but muffled noises.

Your hands run up and down his back and arms, grounding yourself against the almost punishing sensations. To refrain from making noise, you bit down on your lip. Hard. To the point where you could swear it was bleeding.

Still, soft and desperate noises managed to make their way to Anakin's ears and gosh, he was enjoying them, but no way is he gonna let himself be caught before he destroys your pussy thoroughly at least once.

"I told you to shut up." He mutters breathlessly, hand coming up to cover your mouth.

That, mixed with his precise thrusts makes you moan into his hand, and arch up, taking him deeper. His tip had no problem in kissing your cervix repeatedly..

"Damnit.." He huffs "No wonder half the Senators trip over themselves for you."

Your eyes roll back, fingers digging into his skin desperately as your body recoils against the bed with the force of his thrusts. Anakin's eyes keep wandering over your half covered face and body-taking in the way your tits bounce.

"Anakin-oh, Maker" You breathe out, tightening around him as if to pull him deeper and further into you.

"Too loud.." He shakes his head, smashing his lips against yours in a sloppy kiss. It's messy and desperate, as if he never kissed anyone in his life. His tongue delves in your mouth, lapping over yours hungrily.

"Mhm, that's right." He encourages "I've got you."

His voice alone sent shivers down your spine. Heat started pooling in your lower belly, the familiar sensation making you more aroused and excited.

Your hand grips the sheets, back arching further into him as you cum. Your walls are basically suffocating his length and boy, does it feel good.

Your breathing is labored and you're babbling nonsense quietly as Anakin ruts his hips into yours repeatedly, groaning above you. His breath fans your neck and jaw, making you feel even hotter and vulnerable.

"Fuu-where do you want me?" He prompts, voice strained. "Hm, pretty girl?"

"Mmmh.." You whine "Anywhere you want..I don't care I just need you."

"Correct." He teases, giving a few rough thrusts before spilling inside of you with a soft whimper of pleasure, painting your insides white.

[starryskyangel]

bye guys my ride is here

[hearts4sammonroe]

Could you do something with Scott watching reader sleep and just thinking how greatfull he is for her and he’s just tracing his finger all over her face and whispering how much he loves her

You could do whatever you want with it in the beginning or end I just desperately need some fluff for Scott

pairing: scott barringer x f!reader

contains: fluff!

a/n: that’s so cute, anon! hope you like it <3 sorry it’s so short!

divider credit: @aquazero

Scott Barringer was cuddling you happily and sleepily. You two were taking a nap together, and he woke up first. You were still knocked out. He actually woke up because you kicked him in your sleep, but he didn’t mind. He was just admiring you right now, one arm wrapped around you tightly, the other tracing your beautiful features while he stares down at you.

Gosh, he’s so grateful for you. He’s so glad he’s got you. Without you, he would have fallen into a dark hole that was too hard to crawl out of. He was falling into that dark hole when he met you, but you pulled him out.

“So, so beautiful.” Scott whispers, his fingers gently tracing over your brows and down your nose.

“Beautiful… you make me so happy.”

“I’ll never let you go.”

He starts counting your freckles, that soft smile staying on his face.

“I just love you so much.”

“I love cuddling you… even if you kick me.”

His fingers traced the curve of your cheek and that’s when you woke up, groaning sleepily but cuddling into him further.

“Have a nice nap?” He grins.

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[skywalkoverme]

𝐁𝐢𝐫𝐭𝐡𝐝𝐚𝐲 𝐒𝐞𝐱

a/n: Request made by @skywalkershootme Enjoy!

𐙚 Anakin Skywalker x Fem! Reader 𐙚 18+ MDNI

Summary: You try breaking up with your DILF boyfriend.

Warnings/contains: dom! male, sub! fem, raw sex, multiple orgasms, creampie, overstimulation, rough sex, oral sex (f reciv), choking, lots of dirty talk, hair pulling, teasing, reader is in her early 20s, Anakin is in his mid 40s, proof read-- english is not my first language!

Word Count: 2k // More soon on my Master list! + follow & reblog pls

You swung the front door open, a hand on your hip as you looked the man up and down. From behind his back, Anakin revealed a large bouquet of colorful peonies, lilies and tulips. “Happy birthday, baby.”

“Yeah, you’re late.” You folded your arms and blocked the doorway.

“I’m sorry! Leia had softball practice, and she left her stuff with her mother. And—“

“It’s fine.” He could feel that it wasn’t. You let him inside and sat on the couch. Decorations from the surprise party your friends threw scattered around with the essence of a good time.

It was late. Very late. One in the morning. “Penny is asleep in the studio. Don’t wake her.” You muttered and turned back to the television.

Anakin placed the flowers on the dining room table along with the other bouquets and presents you received. “Baby, baby. I’m sorry.” He sat beside you, elbows on his knees as he leaned in.

“You didn’t even call.”

“I lost my phone.” You rolled your eyes; he did this often seeing as how his memory wasn’t the best. But you didn’t want to hear that! “Baby?”

Frustration fumed within you. “You embarrassed me in front of my girls! This is the last time.”

He took your hands into his. “You know I love you.” He said calmly, “look at me.” Your eyes flickered to his, but your head was still turned away. “You’re the best thing to happen to me, ok? You’re the center of my universe.”

“It’s one in the morning.”

“I apologize. If you had let me finish, after I dropped off Leia’s belongings, I was headed to you, but Luke broke his nose in his rocketry class. He stayed late and was tinkering with the upper-class men’s work.”

“Is he ok?”

“He’s fine but I was at the ER until about…” He turned his left wrist over and read the watch, “twenty minutes ago.” Your head lowered, “You have every right to be angry with me. I understand that communication isn’t my strong suit but, Doll, you can’t leave me.”

He was right, like always, you can’t. Never had you met a guy so perfect for you. Your fingers brushed the grey hairs in his stubble; red-ish dark hair filled your hand as he leaned into you, his arms crossed behind your back, and he pulled you closer. His voice was gruff but as gentle as it could be, “I love you, sweetheart.”

You found it hard to pull your gaze from his eyes, “I love you too.” You said softly so only his ears could hear.

“Happy birthday.” He said as of reminding you and placed a kiss between your eyebrows.

“Thank you.”

“I have a few gifts for you, Can I show them to you?” You nodded and kept your arms around his neck, your ass on his lap. He opened a small bag by his feet and retrieved a maroon, velvet box. He turned it to you and showed the gold necklace with a butterfly pendant. You lifted a bundle of your hair away from your neck and he leaned into you; clipped the ends of the necklace and let it rest above your breasts. “And…I know you like to take mine, so.” From the bag, he gathered another velvet box and revealed a watch to match his. “This one actually fits you.”

“Thank you.” You said softly as the quartz face of the watch gleamed in the light of the television. “I apologize for being rude earlier.”

“You know I’m used to your attitude.” His hands cuffed your cheeks, thumbs ran over the corners of your mouth. “You still seem tense.” The man noted as you sat comfortably on his jeans. “Let me help you.” A callused hand ran down the sides of your birthday dress and rest on your hip, the other on the back of your neck.

The tension was palpable as you avoided his gaze, “I feel bad asking for sex after…treating you that way.” You could feel his exhales on your face, a firm look was steady on your face.

“This is a first.” He chuckled deeply and took a breath of your sweet perfume. His hands roamed over the curves of your breasts and back down to the perfect curves of your hips. “Lay on me.” You rest your lips on his; his grip hardened on your body. Your delicate skin against him as he deepened the kiss with a groan. His lips moved against the sweet seam of your mouth, enticing it open for his tongue.

“Penny is in the other room.” You said through breaths.

“Then you must be quiet.” The hand on the back of your neck brought you back against him. Your body flush against him, he could feel your soft breasts and hard nipples. Without a doubt, you’d be sore from his grip alone in the morning. His hand moved from your hip to your ass, gently tugging your pink thong to the side. “Fuck.” His fingers slipped around your wet heat, “Did I do this?” He asked as you raised your dress higher.

“Yes, Daddy.”

He slapped your ass; he took your bottom lip between his teeth. “It’s that sorta’ night?” You blushed as his firm cock pressed on your pussy through his jeans. With a sway of your hips, you rubbed your clit on the bulge, back and forth, “You have no idea what I’m thinkin’, Sweetheart.” He said through rough kisses. Your chest rose and fell against his body, his hot breath fanned over your ear as he whispered. “I’m going to fuck you over this couch. Try your best not to wake your friend, alright?” You nodded quickly as he pulled the clothes off your body. His cock throbbed under you as his mind raced. It’s been days since he’s spread you out and fucked you right.

You managed to pull his cock from his jeans; memories flooded your head at the sight of it. He applied pressure on his kisses, a hand on the front of your throat. The man guided your body, your pussy rubbed against the length of his cock. Your thumb brushed the precum and swiftly, you sucked it off your thumb. “Quit teasing me.” You sighed.

He squeezed your throat until you stopped whining. He rubbed his thick cockhead against the slick folds of your pussy. Anakin groaned from the overwhelming warmth, his need for you clouded his thoughts. Your eyes fluttered shut as he thrusts his hips upward into you. You bit his finger that pressed over your lips. He buried himself to the hilt in your heated walls.

Anakin paused for a moment and let your body adjust to his size. You squirmed in his grip as he chuckled, “You feel heavenly, sweetheart.” His voice deep as he felt your deep bite on his finger. “…so fucking tight and hot around my cock.” You nodded as he slowly stroked inside of you. “Don’t I fit so nicely in this pussy?” You gave him a drunken nod; his hips rolled in a deep grind against yours. Each thrust reached a new nerve, shockwaves of pleasure sent through your beautiful body as you wadded over him.

He pulled his finger from your mouth, “Shhhh.” He reminded, his tongue found your mouth again started stroking, twined with your own. He swallowed your sweet moans and whimpers down his throat. “That’s it, baby. You’re taking every inch.” Before you could reply, his tongue swirled inside of your mouth, panting kisses shared between you two. “You’re so precious.”

He hooked your legs over his elbows and turned you on your back. You pressed onto the soft couch cushions as he loomed over you. Soon, his hand found your neck again and his cock drove deeper into your pussy. A helpless squeal left your lips as his heavy cock fucked you harder. With each deep stroke, his cockhead kissed your cervix. Your eyes fell back into your head, twitching fingers reached for him desperately. He could feel it when you came on his cock, your sweet pussy clutched him tightly, and your cum dressed his cock in sweet cream.

Anakin leaned closer to you until your soft fingers met his cheeks. “I’m here, baby. I’m here. Baby girl.” His rough and lustful voice made you cling tighter to him, “I’m gonna fill you to the brim, sweetheart.” He panted, his hot breath mixing with yours between the small space. It was a miracle you weren’t tearing holes into the couch cushions from the stretching pleasure.

Anakin snarled as you gripped around him tighter. The feeling of your soft cervix kissing his cock with each thrust, your body submitting beneath his relentless strokes, was enough to drive him inside. “Fuck yes,” Every time he pulled from you, your pussy pulled him right back. His heavy balls slapped against your ass, “Fuck, take my cum.” He could feel his release close to the edge of his cock.

Your breathy moans were soft, mindful of the woman that lay asleep in the bedroom down the hall. His hand tangled in your hair and brought your neck to him. He latched onto you as if trying to draw blood from your system. He sucked on the skin as he fucked you relentlessly. “I- I’m gonna cum, Baby!” His voice strained as he tried to hold back. “You want my seed?” You nodded, holding a hand over your mouth to keep your loud moans from escaping. Anakin pressed his hips against yours and emptied himself deep inside of you as you came with him. “M~ ngh~” Each stream of thick, hot cum flooded your womb.

His hands were gentle as he pets your cheeks, working you through your own trembling orgasm. He tilted your chin up with callused fingers and wiped away your tears. Anakin gazed down at you with sweet adoration; he could feel your swollen and tender flesh quivering around his thick cock, still aching from your first round. “How’d I do, baby?” He asked, softly stroking inside of your well-used pussy. Your eyes twitched closed as your fingers fell from the overstimulation. As he pulled his hips back and forth, your sorry clitoris taking all the pressure. “Should I stop?” You twitched and shook your head. He leaned down until his elbows rest of either side of your head, his biceps enclosed your head. “What a greedy cunt…you aren’t leaving me anytime soon.”

Each grind more delicious than the last as his cum spilled out of you and on the couch. Your tender folds and clit pulsed, “Doesn’t my cock feel nice?” He asked, his breath on your lips. “Say it.”

“Y- your…” He turned your head back to him, “Your cock feels so…n-nice.”

“Daddy fucked your greedy cunt so well, didn’t he?” Your forehead rests on his as you nod. “All red and sore, isn’t she?” He slid a hand down to your breast, kneading gently. He pinched your nipple and rolled it between his fingers. “Poor baby…” He whispered, thrusting harder as he fucked you into the couch.

“Daddy~” In an almost punishing pace, Anakin rocks himself into you. “A~ ah!”

“Shhh.” His lips pressed down onto yours, capturing the swell of moans in his throat. “Let me finish you off, baby girl.” He thrusts deep into you, punishing your clitoris endlessly, “What’s wrong?” He cooed and pushed tears away from your cheeks. “Is this too much?”

Anakin pulled out of your cunt; your hole stretched and oozing your shared orgasm. “You are so beautiful, baby. Such a pretty pussy…” He gazed at you between your quivering thighs, “You don’t believe me?” He asked before dragging his tongue over the seam of your cunt with a slow, deep lick. He could taste himself on your sensitive skin. Your legs spasmed from the pressure while he enjoyed the feel of your swollen clitoris.

Anakin focused on your throbbing heat and sucked on your tender nub. Your heart raced as he held your thighs open, circling and flicking your clit until tears ran down your soft cheeks once more. “A~ Ani~” You whimpered helplessly from the strums of pleasure. You were completely undone beneath him, conflicted and heated.

A hand rose to your face, gently caressing your cheek. You leaned onto his hand and let your eyes shut. “It’s ok, baby.” His tongue dove into your center, eating your soft pussy. There was a glow about you, an orgasm heat on your cheeks from the lovemaking. He couldn’t care less about your friend in the other room nor the sounds you both were making in the living room.

After all, it’s your big day. Well, it was yesterday. Now it’s 3:47AM and you lay in your shared mess with his kisses up and down your throat. He took your wrist into his clutch, careful of the gold watch, and kissed your fingers.

a/n: Happy (early/late) birthday to anyone reading this!

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[haydensheartt]

No one can tell me that this man doesn’t whimper..

[awhhayden]

GOD BLESS YOUR DADS GENETICS ⋆˚࿔ [PT.1]

CONTAINS : [ fem!reader x dilf!james x son!sam ]

DISCLAIMER: I do not condone cheating, this is fictional and all characters are 18+ [ NO INCEST ]

꩜.ᐟ You had been dating Sam kelly for six months now. You were always over at his house lounging around in your tiny pjs and skirts. Sam lived with his father James kelly, Sam’s mother left when Sam was very young. James had always enjoyed teasing you and poking fun at Sam. You couldn’t help but enjoy both of their companies…

꩜.ᐟ Sam Kelly, who’s house you have practically lived at for the past Six months, who would give you soft kisses in bed, and would rub your back until you fell asleep. Sam Kelly who would show you his favorite comic books and let you play Taylor Swift as loud as you wanted on his brand new stereo set.

꩜.ᐟ James Kelly, who’d wake you and Sam up with pancakes and bacon, who’d carry you upstairs to Sam’s room after you fell asleep on the couch whilst Sam was at work. James Kelly who’d let you pick out a cheesy romance on movie night and act like he wasn’t interested but was secretly invested, James who’d roll his eyes and smile and hand you his credit card to go grocery shopping for the house.

꩜.ᐟ Tonight you lounge on their couch, Your legs dangling off the edge as you lay your head in Sam’s lap, Sam munched on a bag of chips whilst you both watched the TV, Suddenly the front door clicked open and James walked around the corner into the living room and tickled your feet, you yelped and snatched your legs up “James!” you squealed, he laughed his deep hearty laugh and wiped his dirty hands on his work jeans “I ordered pizza kiddos” he said. James always ordered you guys pizzas on Fridays, “Sausage?” Sam asked rasing his eyebrow, “You know it” James winked his eye.

30 minutes later the three of you were sat in the living room, Pizza and soda in hand scrolling on Netflix. “Oh! can we watch That one?” you asked excitedly pointing to yet another Romance movie. “What?! No! you picked last week!” Sam objected. You gave him a pouty look. James cleared his throat, “How about this one? we will meet in the middle” James suggested. “Fine by me” Sam shrugged, you nodded.

Torwards the end of the movie you were dozing off, Sam got up from the couch “I’m gonna go smoke real quick” he leaned down and pecked your forehead before walking out the back door. You snuggled into the arm of the couch sleepily. James sat in the recliner sipping his beer, eyes on the TV screen. You yawn and stretch, James glances over at you and laughs “Tired Princess?” he asks raising an eyebrow. You stand up “Yeah Yeah,” you wave him off as you head up the stairs “Goodnight James” you yawn once more, He looks up the stairs “Goodnight sweetheart” he calls after you.

꩜.ᐟ late in the night James woke up. He yawned and stretched before standing up and stepping into his slippers. He rubbed his eyes before lazily walking out into the hallway and towards the bathroom. Halfway through the hall he stopped dead in his tracks. Was that?…he thought to himself. “Oh Sam mhm” he heard you moan quietly yet softly. James took a step forward to Sam’s bedroom door.

the bed was creaking slightly. Your soft moans and whimpers could hardly be heard, but James heard them. His face reddened and he took a step back. His palms were sweating and for the first time in a long time, James Kelly was flustered. He hurried to the bathroom and quietly shut the door. It wasn’t enough. Your soft moans could still be heard. James leaned forward palms on the sink trying to ignore the betrayal in his pants. He looked in the mirror and saw his flushed expression. He splashed some cold water on his face.

James’s mind was racing he flipped the seat down and sat down on the toilet. The growing tent in his pants was obvious and he groaned. James hesitated before he reached his hand down in his pants. He wouldn’t be able to sleep like this. He leaned his head back and palmed himself. Another moan could be heard from behind the wall and James sighed as he stroked himself again.

Before he knew it he was stroking himself in time with your moans. Faster and faster. He imagined your pretty face, your soft skin, your concentrated face as you chased your high. He imagined it was him on top of you with you withering and moaning beneath him. It only took a few more strokes before James quietly groaned as he released himself onto his stomach.

as he cleaned himself up your moans had stopped and he assumed you guys had finished. He splashed some cold water in his face once more and looked at his reflection ‘what the hell is wrong with me?’ he thought in shame and disgust. You were his son’s girlfriend for crying out loud. You were 20+ years younger than him. You were to soft. Too sweet and innocent for someone like him.

꩜.ᐟ the next morning you awoke to the smell of pancakes and the bed next to you empty, You scurried out of bed and hopped down the stairs. “Hmm yummy” you commented as you walked into the kitchen. Sam was at the table eating a plate, “Sammy, why didn’t you wake me up?” you pouted at him. He grinned “I know better than to wake sleeping beauty” he teased. James was at the stove flipping pancakes.

He quickly plopped them down onto a plate before turning around and handing it to you without a word. His expression was something you couldn’t place. You took the plate before walking past him to the butter and syrup. Your shoulder brushed his arm and he quickly stepped back and cleared his throat, “I..um- I’ve got to get to work. See you later Sammy” James said patting Sam’s shoulder before walking out the door without another word. You arched a brow “What’s up with him?” you asked Sam as you poured syrup on your plate. Sam shrugged “I guess he didn’t sleep well” he said taking another bite.

and indeed he didn’t….

ahh kinda nervous about this series! not sure where it’s going yet but let me know what team ur on so far…

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[fredswrite]

Anyone saying he didn’t age is wrong, but anyone saying he’s not attractive anymore is a LOUD INCORRECT BUZZER

[speaknow-sw]

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Got me feral tbh 🫠🫠

[scottsbarringer]

HAYDEN CHRISTENSEN as Scott Barringer

Higher Ground 1.16 — Innocence

[ysrjune]

@prettiestmini requested this about her bot on janitor aye eye 😿

Here you were in Scott's car in the middle of the night at some random hill. Sat on his lap and grinding against each other, you were also making out. His hands roamed all over your body. You pull back for air and cup his cheeks in your hands. "What are you doing?" He asks with rasp in his tone.

"Nothing. I just like staring at your face. You're just sooo handsome." You tease to which he rolls his eyes. "Don't be stupid." He huffs. Then he pulled you back in to a kiss. After that, things started to get heated. You were moving your hips on him and it was driving him crazy because you already said you wouldn't let him fuck you in a public place. It annoyed him because it's not like anyone was there with you two to see. But it didn't matter. If anything, you just liked to piss him off.

"God damn, it's so hot in here." He mutters, leaning back slightly. He tugged his shirt off over his head, tossing it carelessly into the backseat. His chest and abs were on full display, a light sheen of sweat glistening on his skin in the dim moonlight filtering through the fogged up windows. Your hands run up and down his torso as you kiss his neck softly. "You're such a tease. I hate you." He pants. "Do something. please." He was getting desperate.

You angle your hips better to allow him to feel more. "There. Is that better, cry baby?" You murmur. Scott nods and guides your hips. "Mhm.. fuck." He chokes out a moan. To get him to quit whining, you shed off a few layers. Everything but your panties was off. Scott was completely naked, though. "Feels s'much better.. aah.." He whimpers, feeling the tip of him sliding against your clothed pussy lips.

Just to put him to the test, you guided his dick near your entrance, but before you could even ease the tip in, he came. He was so embarrassed. "You shouldn't have done that!" His voice is whiny and raspy. "Fuck. You're such a bitch." He huffs and throws his arms over his face so he wouldn't have to look you in the eye. "Just ruined the whole moment.." You really didn't. He thought it was kinda hot, but he didn't know if it turned you off or not.

Maybe you'll let me fuck you in the back and forget about this.. He thinks to himself.

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[anakinstwinklebunny]

PAIRING: teen dad!scott barringer x teen mom!reader

Author's note: this a request but my internet was playing jokes on me and it got deleted :// also the baby girl is called ava, as you wanted but I just feel in my bones that scott would affectionately call her mitsy..

FLUFF ❦

SCOTT BARRINGER’s head was half cuddled in a pillow when he felt the first in this hour poke. It was a soft little jab against his exposed cheek, then another, before tiny fingers became more insistent to catch his attention..at 2am. His sleep was already threading through thin ice, causing Scott to easily wake up and let out an exhausted groan, barely managing to crack one eye open. After that, he was immediately met with a pair of wide, bright blue eyes and a messy mop of curls tousled from sleep (or rather lack of it).

“Dada!”

The enthusiasm was off the charts for such early hour

Scott blinked, trying to make sense of the chaos. His brain slow to catch up. “Missy?” he rasped, voice rough.

Beside him, you were half-sprawled over the blankets, one hand fisted in the sheets, still very much unconscious. Your cheek was smushed into the pillow, a tiny snore escaping every few breaths. You were out.

Meanwhile, the little gremlin you two had somehow created last year was squirming happily between you both, chubby hands patting Scott's everything.

He scrubbed a hand over his face. “Babe,” he mumbled, nudging you hopefully awake. “Your daughter’s insane.”

You just grumbled something that sounded suspiciously like your daughter, rolling over with a groan. Scott snorted.

“Dada!” the baby insisted again, more excited this time, little legs kicking wildly against the sheets. Tiny fist closed around the collar of his t-shirt, trying to tug at it to somehow pull him closer, if possible.

“Okay, okay,” he chuckled, sitting up. “I’m awake. Jeez.”

She beamed, gummy smile stretching wide and being all bright, eyes crinkling at the corners—just like Scott’s. His chest ached, although he won't admit it to anyone really.

Another glance at the alarm clock told him it was a quarter past two. Great. Perfect. Just perfect. But then his daughter squealed happily, smacking a tiny hand against his jaw, and Scott couldn’t even find it in himself to think of much bigger complains.

So he scooped her up, pressing a kiss to her chubby cheek. “What’s got you all excited, huh?” he whispered, voice soft and fond. “It’s way past your bedtime, missy.” she just giggled of course, grabbing at his face with both, greedy hands, babbling some kind of happy gibberish that Scott was pretty sure was a baby curse word. He grinned, shaking his head. “You are crazy..but that's okay, it's not your fault you got mommy's genes” he murmured, rubbing a thumb over the soft skin of her cheek.

You whined from your spot on the bed, burying your face deeper into the pillow. “You’re both banned from the bed,” you grumbled, words slurred and exhausted, though your voice was all fondness and sleep. "I love her, but—please. Please.”

Scott just rolled his eyes, scooping the baby higher on his hip. “C’mon, trouble,” he murmured to her, smiling. “Let’s give momma some peace.”

So that’s how he ended up on the living room floor at 2:30 a.m., surrounded by a tsunami of pastel toys and fluffy blankets, a sleepy smile tugging at his lips while the baby girl flailed around like a feral toddler. She had to make it a habit, and smacked a stuffed bunny into his face, squealing happily. Scott sighed, catching her tiny hands in his, watching how she drooled over her own smile. Thumbs run over the pudgy soft skin before he did something bold (for someone like him) and pressed kisses to her chubby fingers until she would dissolve into giggles, wiggling around in his lap. He was tired. So tired. A good amount of coffee won't fix that exhaustion. But damn, was it worth it..

And when she finally wore herself out, tiny fists rubbing rather clumsily at her eyes, head drooping against his arm, Scott melted a little. He scooped her up, tucking her beneath his chin, fingers carding through her messy, thin nest of hair. She let out a tiny sigh, cheek smushed against his skin.

“Yeah, that’s what I thought,” he whispered, pressing a soft kiss to her temple. “Thought you were a big girl, huh?”

She just grumbled something that sounded suspiciously (for Scott who made it his job to analyze her baby language) like ‹dada› and nuzzled deeper into his chest, fingers burying in his shirt, making sure he still will be here when she'll wake up.

Scott smiled, eyes crinkling, thumb brushing over her back in gentle circles. “Love you, little missy,” he murmured, voice low and tender. “Love you so much..”

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[starrdream]

14 minutes in hell

rich kids AU!Anakin x reader summary: A game of spin the bottle with your ex includes: SMUT, head(f receiving)

The mansion is packed, thick with the smell of spilled champagne, designer perfume, and bad decisions waiting to happen. Half the kids were absolutely wasted, passed out—proving the fact that their parents’ money could buy them anything—except self-control.

You should’ve known better than to come to one of these parties. But Ahsoka dragged you, and now, here you are, sitting on the floor, watching as the bottle in the center of the circle spin.

It slows. Stops. Lands on you. Your stomach drops.

Anakin Skywalker stares at it like it personally betrayed him. He’s sprawled out across from you, all dark curls, tanned skin, and that stupid look on his face.

Someone whistles. "Ohhh, this is gonna be good."

"Skywalker, what’s your girl gonna say?"

And that’s the worst part. He has a girlfriend already.

One of Anakin’s friends grins. "Fourteen minutes for the lovebirds."

Your jaw clenches. "It’s seven."

"Nah," Rex smirks. "You two get double."

The room erupts. Laughter, cheers, claps on Anakin’s back. He barely reacts, still looking at you like he’s caught between thrill and sheer panic.

"I’m not doing this." You exhale sharply.

"Oh, c’mon, sweetheart," someone coos. "What’s a little alone time with your ex-boyfriend?"

And that’s the thing. Ex.

Anakin and you used to be everything—what some might describe as a power couple, untouchable, beautiful, inevitable. Then, the breakup happened. You two barely talk. Barely acknowledge the others existence. But here you are.

Before you can argue, someone yanks open the door, and hands are on your shoulders, pushing you both inside. The door slams shut, trapping you in the surprisingly dim light of the room.

It was small and looked nothing like the rest of the house. There was a single chair in the middle of the room, nothing else besides the seemingly cheap light bulb emitting light.

Since you were the first one to walk inside, you wasted no time in plopping down in the chair—crossing both arm and legs as you look up towards Anakin.

Anakin stands before you, arms crossed, staring. Then, without a word—he kneels. He sinks down onto his heels, hands resting on his thighs, and tilts his head slightly. The picture of ease—except for the tension in his shoulders, the way his fingers twitch.

"Maybe I should've kissed you in front of everyone. Probably would've been easier than this."

You roll your eyes. "Does your girlfriend know you hoe around like this?"

"You're jealous." He grins.

"Am I?"

Anakin ignores you entirely. One hand reaches out, palm warm against your calf, rubbing up and down slowly, steadily. The other drifts up, settling on your thigh, thumb stroking over the fabric of your skirt.

He leaned forward even more, resting his chin on your knee. He looked up at you and smirked, his hand creeping even further up your thigh.

"Can I kiss you?"

"You're so pathetic…" You spit. "You broke up with me and now you act like this when you have a girlfriend. Unbelievable…" You shake your head in disbelief.

"You are jealous." He smirks.

You shake your head, glaring down at him, but he only nuzzles against your knee like some desperate thing. Then, a kiss.

Soft. Feather light. Up your thigh. Then another. Then another. Getting closer.

You inhale sharply. "Don’t embarrass yourself, Ani."

He rolls his eyes but doesn’t stop. His lips brush higher, heat trailing in their wake.

"Are you asking me to ignore the fact that I still want you?"

"Yes." You huff "You broke up with me." Feels like that's your only argument.

His hands tighten on you, grip almost pleading. "And? I was stupid."

"Of course you were. Once an idiot, always an idiot." You scoff.

"I’m still your idiot," he murmurs. "I always have been."

Your throat tightens. "Not anymore."

Anakin groans, burying his face against your thigh. He’s so warm against you, all heat and desperation, like he could crawl into your skin if you let him.

"Don’t you want to kiss me?" He repeats. Anakin lifts his head, pouting at you, looking up through half-lidded, stormy blue eyes, voice achingly desperate. "Not even a little?"

"Don’t look at me like that" You shake your head, leaning back in the chair. The heat in your chest is unbearable.

But Anakin doesn’t care. He never does. He tilts his head, curls falling into his eyes, and somehow looks even more pathetic—like some love-drunk fool clinging to whatever shred of you he can get.

"Please? Don’t tell me you don’t like me even a liiiittle bit anymore?"

"Your father will kill you if he finds out you're acting like this. Stop embarrassing yourself, Anakin."

He shakes his head, pressing his cheek against your thigh like a damn cat. "I don’t care..." He mumbles against your skin, pressing another slow, lingering kiss just above your knee.

"My father loves you…He’d probably be thrilled if we got back together." He murmurs.

"Maybe," you mutter, eyes fixed on the ceiling, trying not to feel how his lips graze you. "But he definitely wouldn't be thrilled with you acting like this."

Anakin tilts his head, eyes burning into yours. "Like what?" He squeezes your thighs, spreading them just slightly, watching the way your breath stutters. His smirk is unbearable. "Like I know what I want?"

Your jaw clenches. "Like you have no self-respect."

Anakin flinches, but he doesn’t pull away. If anything, he leans in further, wrapping himself around you tighter. His breath is warm against your skin, his lips just there, hovering like a ghost of something you swore you’d never let haunt you again.

"Yeah?" he taunts, tilting his head, lips dragging up your thigh, pressing another kiss—slow, lingering, like he’s savoring it. "And you still let me touch you like this?"

"Don’t flatter yourself." You snap. His fingers slip under the hem of your skirt, just barely teasing the skin beneath. You roll your eyes, feigning boredom, but your breath stutters as he moves even closer, his shoulders settling between your knees.

"It's hard not to when you haven’t stopped me yet." he muses, nudging his nose against the inside of your knee. Your breath catches.

Anakin hums against your skin, pleased. His hands press against your thighs, pushing them further apart as he shifts between them, kneeling like he belongs there.

His hands slip beneath your skirt, gripping, pulling you closer to the edge of the chair, caging you in completely.

"There we go." He purrs, looking up at you as he hooks his fingers under the hem of your underwear, pulling them down your legs with ease.

Your fingers dig into the skin of your upper arms. Why were you even letting him do this?

"Just like that..." He coos, pulling one of your legs over his shoulder for better access.

"Anakin-" You start but he interrupts you by burying his face between your thighs, causing you to gasp. His tongue immediately got to work tasting every inch of you, licking up and down, side to side. It was sloppy, messy.

His tongue laps over your folds mercilessly causing soft whimpers and mewls to escape you.

"Keep it down, yeah?" He pulls away for a second. "Wouldn't want anybody to hear us." His mouth is back at it, devouring you like a starving man.

You bite down on your lip, one hand reluctantly reaching down to tangle in his hair and pull him further into you.

He sucks and nips on your sensitive skin, pushing his tongue in and out of your aching hole before going back to licking your folds. His nose brushes up against your clit, causing you to arch your back.

He moaned in content, tongue delving into your folds with a new fervor. Ankin happily lapped at your pussy, lips suctioning around you with the filthiest sounds, pulling the most beautiful moans from your lips.

He tightened his grip on you, angling you towards him. Involuntarily, your hips jerk, grinding against his face shamelessly.

In a matter of seconds, you were panting, coming down from your high. Anakin pulled away from you, wiping his mouth with the back of his hand.

"You're fucking crazy, you have a girlfriend." You murmur, not making an effort to move your legs off of his shoulder.

"You didn't seem to mind when you were riding my face, what, a minute ago?"

[alealuvshayden]

scottie appreciation

im his teen baby mama

[cloverina]

HIS JERSEY..

warnings: porn with a plot??, creampie, (soft) dom!scott, sub!reader, tummy bulge and i think that’s it !!

summary: the popular cheerleader stole scott’s jersey off you.. so he got it back and gave you a surprise:3

The stadium lights blazed overhead, casting a warm glow over the sea of faces in the stands. The air had anticipation and the smell of freshly cut grass. You nervously clutched the hem of the oversized jersey that hung from your shoulders, the number 10 proudly displayed across the back. It was the first time you had ever been to a football game, but tonight was different; you were here to support your boyfriend, Scott.

You felt the weight of a hundred eyes as you made your way to your seat, the whispers of the other students trailing after you like a ghostly echo. You had always been a quiet presence at school, the kind that blended into the background. The jersey was your silent declaration of support for Scott, your way of showing him you were there, even if you weren't ready to shout it from the rooftops.

As you took your seat, the cheerleader's glossy smile turned into a sneer. She strutted over with the confidence of someone who had never felt a moment's doubt in her life. "What do you think you're doing wearing that?" she snarled, her voice a knife cutting through the air. "You're not one of us."

You swallowed hard, trying to find the words to explain that the jersey was Scott's, that it was a symbol of your love and support. "It's... it's my boyfriend's," you murmured, feeling the fabric cling to your sweaty palms. "He asked me to wear it tonight."

Her eyes narrowed into slits, and she stepped closer, her breath a toxic cloud of mint gum. "Your boyfriend? Scott? He's mine. He's always been mine," she spat, her fingers wrapping around the material of the jersey. "Now give it to me."

The stands grew quiet as the whispers turned into a hush. Your cheeks burned, and you felt the heat of embarrassment crawling up your neck. You knew Scott had noticed the commotion, his eyes flickering in your direction every few seconds, but you couldn't meet his gaze. You were trapped in a nightmare, and the only escape was to hand over the jersey. You slowly pulled it off, the fabric sticking to your sweaty skin, and handed it over. She took it with a triumphant smirk before flouncing away, leaving you in your t-shirt.

At half time, the cheerleader was signing autographs, basking in the attention she so clearly craved. Scott's eyes searched the crowd, and when he saw you sitting there, shivering without his jersey, something in him snapped. He marched over, his expression a storm cloud of anger and protectiveness. The crowd parted for him like the Red Sea, unsure of what was happening but sensing the tension in the air.

He grabbed your hand, his grip firm but not painful. "Come with me," he said through gritted teeth, pulling you through the throng of people. You followed, your heart racing faster than the players on the field. The cheerleader looked up, her smile fading when she saw the determination in Scott's eyes. "What's the problem?" she asked, her voice laced with false sweetness.

"This," Scott said, pointing at the jersey she had draped over her shoulder like a trophy. "It's not yours. Apologize to her, now." His voice was a thunderclap that echoed through the now-silent stadium. The cheerleader's eyes widened, and she took a step back, suddenly aware that she might have crossed a line.

You felt a rush of warmth and gratitude flood through you. Scott's hand was still wrapped around yours, his grip a comforting anchor in a stormy sea of emotions. You watched, frozen, as he faced down the person who had just humiliated you. His eyes were like steel, and you could see the muscles in his jaw tensing.

"Apologize." he demanded, his voice a low growl that sent a shiver down the cheerleader's spine. The air around them crackled with tension, and the crowd held their breath, waiting for her response. She looked from Scott to you, then back again, her expression a mix of surprise and something akin to fear.

Her grip on the jersey tightened for a brief moment before she realized she was outmatched. She peeled it off her shoulders, the fabric sliding down her arms like a shed skin. She held it out to you, her head bowed. "I'm sorry," she mumbled, the words barely audible over the murmurs of the watching students.

You took it back, your hands trembling. You didn't know how to feel, torn between anger and relief. Scott's hand didn't leave yours, and he gave it a gentle squeeze. "It's okay," he murmured. "You’re okay.”

And just like that, the moment was over. The crowd dispersed, and Scott led you away from the field and into the dimly lit school hallway, his hand still entwined with yours. The echo of his footsteps seemed to bounce off the lockers as he pulled you into an empty office. The door slammed shut behind you, and before you could process what was happening, he had you bent over the desk, the jersey pooling around your waist.

You gasped as he entered you, his hands firmly on your stomach, pushing you back onto his thick cock. The sound of your skin slapping against his filled the room, punctuated by your muffled moans. You had never been so turned on by a display of dominance, the way he had claimed you in front of everyone, the way he had made it clear that you were his. The smell of sweat and desire mingled with the dusty scent of old textbooks and stale air conditioning.

Scott's rhythm grew more intense, his grip tightening as he watched his cock disappear into your tight pussy. You could feel every inch of him, the head of his dick brushing against your g-spot with each thrust. Your eyes rolled back, and you bit your bottom lip to keep from screaming out his name. The desk beneath you creaked and groaned with the force of your passion, a testament to the power of your love.

As his hands slid up to your stomach, he felt the unmistakable imprint of his cock, the deep indentation it left as it claimed you. The sensation sent a new wave of desire crashing through him, and he began to fuck you harder, his hips slamming into yours with a ferocity that left you trembling. The feeling of his dominance was intoxicating, and you found yourself pushing back into him, eager for more.

He leaned over you, his breath hot against your neck as he whispered sweet nothings into your ear. "You're so tight," he murmured, his voice a low rumble that vibrated through your body. "Like a glove made for my cock." Each word sent a shiver down your spine, and you felt your pussy clench around him, begging for more. You could feel your orgasm building, a delicious pressure that grew with each of his movements.

Scott's words grew more urgent, his breathing ragged as he lost himself in the moment. "You're perfect," he groaned, his voice a mix of wonder and possession. "Made for me." His grip on your hips tightened, and he pushed deeper into you, filling you completely. The sound of your wetness was a symphony in the quiet room, a testament to how much he turned you on. You bit down harder on your lip, the pain mixing with pleasure, creating a heady cocktail that made your head spin.

You put your hands on your stomach, to feel the imprint of his cock for yourself as it stretched and filled you. It was a strange sensation, one you had never experienced before, but it sent a thrill through you. You whimpered again, the sound a silent plea for more. Without thinking, you reached back and grabbed his hand, guiding it back to the spot where his cock was buried deep within you. He responded “I know baby.. i know.” he whimpered in your ear, before a wicked smile spread across his face.

Scott took your hand in his and placed it back on your stomach, his own large hand covering yours. He began to move it in time with his thrusts, showing you the power and intensity of your union. The sight of your hand moving with the rhythm of his hips was erotic, and you could feel yourself getting wetter with each movement. His eyes never left yours in the mirror, a silent communication passing between you that needed no words.

You were so close, the tension coiling tighter and tighter in your core. With each stroke, his cock hit that spot inside you that sent sparks flying through your body. You felt like you were teetering on the edge of something incredible, something that would consume you whole. And then he whispered it, the words like a dark spell. "I want you to cum all over my pretty cock."

The words sent a jolt of electricity through your body, and you felt yourself tighten around him, the walls of your pussy clamping down like a vice. You moaned, the sound echoing through the empty room as you gave yourself over to the feeling. His thrusts grew harder, more urgent, and you could feel him swelling inside you. It was like he was trying to reach deeper, to claim every inch of you. And then you did it, you let go.

Your orgasm crashed over you like a wave, drowning out the world. Your body convulsed, your muscles spasming as you came all over Scott's cock. The sensation was so intense, you thought you might pass out. You felt him tense, his grip on your hips almost painful as he buried himself deeper inside you. And then he was cumming, too.

His warmth flooded into you, filling you up in a way that was almost overwhelming. He groaned, his head thrown back as he emptied himself into your pulsating pussy. His cock jerked and spurted, painting the insides of your gummy walls with his release. It was like experiencing a live porn scene, but it was happening to you, and it was the most erotic thing you had ever experienced. You felt like you were the star of the show, and Scott was your devoted audience of one.

A/N: this is my second time writing, reblogs are appreciated!! thank you for reading<3

[skywalkoverme]

can i please please request a anakin x reader smut where they share their first times with each other, ( they’re padawans still like aotc age) and they’ve been best friends anakins whole time as a jedi and eventually end up catching feelings and becoming each others first kiss and then just cute little things like that for their established relationship yknow. but then anakin and her end up taking one night and end up sharing their first time…with anakin not being crazy dominant or anything like he is having his first time with the girls he’s like since like forever. please please 🙏

a/n: replying to the direct request because this has a longer summary

𝐏𝐮𝐫𝐞

\𐙚 Anakin Skywalker x Fem! Reader 𐙚 18+ MDNI

Summary: Two close friends; two virgins.

Warnings/contains: orignial au, best/close friends, p in v, nipple play, handjob, virgin sex, anakin is a virgin, first times etc, Anakin + Y/N are above 18!, proof read-- english is not my first language!

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“It could be hurt, Ani.” You sighed, petting its feathers gently.

Anakin crouched down beside you on the blue tile and tilted his head, “I know a thing or two about these creatures; this one looks fine to me.” He turned his attention to your saddened expression… “We can take it to the medical bay…?” he suggested softly. It warmed his heart as well as his pink cheeks to see your smile.

“Do you think they’ll be able to help the little guy?” Anakin’s hands cupped yours as you held the bird, palms of his hands gently embraced your skin.

“There’s only one way to find out.” It felt so right. When his skin met yours, his eyes in yours. His gentle hands took the bird from your grasp and held it to his chest. You followed after him without much thought.

You sat beside each other in the medical bay as the bird was being tended to. Anakin tried his best to distract you from the worry in your heart, “You’re starting to fall in her image.” He smirked.

“My Master? No…she’s much more talented than me.”

Distractedly, you took his hand into yours, “You should give yourself more credit. She’d want you to.” You agreed. It was true, “Besides, I’m sure, you could take me in a duel.”

“Maybe but you’ve got more experience than me. After what happened on Xea, I won’t be going on many missions.” He shook his head with a chuckle, your interlaced hands rest on his thigh.

“She’ll take you on more missions!” He wagged his finger, “Y’know, sometimes, you’re more---”

“--Pessimistic than you look.” You both said at the same time. He smiled sheepishly. He’d been telling you that since you first met three years ago and each time, you’d only smile. A nurse walked back to you both with the blue bird in her hands; its leg was bandaged in white. “Thank the force.” You both sighed simultaneously.

You let go of Anakin’s hand and took the bird back, “Thank you!” Anakin bit the inside of his cheek as he watched your tender touch on the bird’s head. It chirped happily as you walked to the balcony. His eyes followed your hands as you encouraged the bird’s wings to spring open. In a sudden flutter, the blue bird left your hands and took flight in the air above before diving towards the shrubs below. “That’s quite beautiful.”

“…yeah.” He muttered as you stared out at the setting sun. “You…care so much.” He said softly as you rest your hands on the balcony ledge.

“What do you mean?”

“Even when a creature can’t repay you, you care for them just the same.”

“It’s the Jedi way.” Anakin nods once. When he’s with you, he forgets about that sort of thing. The codes, the mottos, any and all of it. You’re the only person that treats him like a human being instead of a prophet. It wasn’t that his destiny meant nothing to you; you were proud that one day, one day soon, he’d be a savior--- “My room?” You took his hand soon after he agreed. Attached at the hip was an understatement. Wherever Anakin was, you weren’t far behind. It’d been this way for years so Obi-wan paid no mind to the sight of Anakin closing your room door behind himself.

Anakin helped take off your boots and you hung his robe on the back of the door. “I learned something last night.” He said excitedly as he joined you on your bed. You curiously watched as he took a glass of water from your bedside. With a tense hand, he studied the liquid in the glass, slowly lifting it from its confinement. Anakin passed you the empty glass and continued to play with the water in its buoyant state. Droplets separated as he spreads the water between you both…

You leaned forward, staring at him through the refracted window. When you smiled, he could feel how proud you were. Your fascination with him wasn’t the kind he was used to: your tenderness and passion, both unwavering since the day he met you. Every word you spoke of him, you meant.

He adores you beyond belief.

Anakin’s heart raced as he thought of that night in the Old Palace grounds. The Old Palace has been long abandoned for many decades, and it was your idea to explore the grounds. You sat beside him near the far cliff as the cool night breeze grazed your skin, your hands on his waist as you kissed his lips. Anakin melted under your touch; his hand cuffed your cheek all the while.

By now, you’d changed into matching pajamas and socks. You lay on your back beside him in bed, your fingers interlaced with his. “…all I know is: you can’t sit beside me for tomorrow’s exam.” He was turned to you as you spoke, facing your ceiling.

“Why not?”

“You’ll make me nervous.” You sighed.

“You have nothing to prove to me.” He reassured while your shifting eyes met his gaze. In your eyes, he could clearly see the doubt you held for your talents. He wished he could tell you of how perfect you are, how you could do do no wrong. Failing is impossible for a person like you. “You know that, right?” He brought your hand to his lips and pressed his lips against your skin.

“I know.” You pushed away the barrier between you both and rest your forehead against his, “I guess we can sit together…”

“Unfortunately, I don’t think Shaak Ti will allow us to be this close in the exam room…” He said as your lips grazed his.

“Woe is me.” Anakin chuckled as your body pressed against his. “...we can’t get any closer.” You said softly. You were unsure if you were speaking to him or reminding yourself of the miserable truth.

“We can.” Your two sweating palms clung to each other tightly. You could feel his body tremble, his breath on your skin. “I want to be closer.”

You regrettably muttered: “We can’t.” He was silent, disappointed to hear you say such a thing. “The purity of the force depends on it.” He shut his eyes. This tension was killing him softly, so softly. Your kiss was sudden on his lips, as velvety as your voice. His eyebrows rose as your tongue slipped between his teeth and ran across his own. Through his long nights of celibacy and awkward sweats, he was practically begging to free himself from the constrains of the Jedi ways. “I…” You swallowed your words. Anakin’s hand planted on your side as he brought you closer. “I love you.”

Anakin’s chest burned in the heat of your body; his heartbeat so fast, he thought it had ceased to move. He could die right now and join the force happily. It’s too late to stop now. Your tongues continued its passionate embrace, saliva shared between you both without a second thought.

His arms wrap tightly around your waist and your embrace became as desperate as you felt. He moaned in your hands as they held the sides of his head. Anakin felt the need to bury himself inside of you until you were one. He lost himself in the forbidden touches as you undressed him.

Beyond that, his curiosity got the best of him; a nervous hand cupped your breast, and massaged the soft swell as small moans left your lips. “Does that feel good?” You guided his thumb and forefinger to the nub of your nipple, and he softly pinched. Your head fell back as he rolled the nipple under his finger. The sight of you melting under his touch was enough to make him perfectly aroused. He unbuttoned your pajama shirt and gently licked your nipple. Your breathing sped up as he flicked the hard nub.

“S- suck on it~” You held the back of his head, your fingers submerged in his sun-tanned hair. His lips engulf your aching nipple. The sensitive skin against his tongue sent a wave of arousal through his body. His cock twitched and leaked pre-cum on his skin in his pants. Her breast fits perfectly in my mouth…her skin tastes so nice. His hands roamed your body, kneading your curves hungrily. He brought you closer, grinding his cock against you as he suckled harder. Inside of his mouth, he flicked his tongue up and down the pointed nub. You moaned into his hair while he moved to the next tit, a shy and lust-stained expression on your face.

You could see his raging boner as it stood proudly in his pajama pants. Anakin followed your gaze and swallowed his mouthful of saliva. “May I?” He nodded eagerly. You moved the waistband of his pants down his hips. The sight of a penis is foreign to you--- aside from diagrams from your studies. Anakin guides your hand around his shaft.

“Squeeze it when you move your hand.”

“Like this?” You squeezed his cock and gently pumped his shaft in your hand. He nods breathlessly and sat back on his elbows. His whimpers filled the small room as his hips buck to the rhythm of the pleasure. I can’t take this for much longer. Anakin’s eyes squeeze shut as his chest heaved with ragged breaths. You watched his muscles as they flexed tightly, a hand rubbed your thigh while he grew harder in your grasp.

“Wait.” His hand covered his mouth, “I- I don’t want to finish yet.” Anakin brought your body under his, careful with his passion, he didn’t want to hurt you in any way. The young man found it hard to think as the nude body of his closest friend rests under him. You looked at his shaft nervously, biting the inside of your cheek. I need to be with her. He positioned himself at your soaking entrance and used your wetness to coat his cock. Anakin holds back as you shook your head. “I heard it…it’ll only hurt for a bit.”

He leaned down onto you and kissed your swollen lips, every curve of your body a new valley for his eyes to traverse. I must be careful with her…I hope this feels good to Y/n. He placed open mouthed kissed along your sensitive throat. “I’ll go slow.” He promised. You took a few deep breaths and hold your arms around his throat. His hips flex forward, his cockhead slowly spreads your pussy lips as he slipped into your virgin cunt. He listened to your whines as his cock stretched your cunt. “I- I’m sorry!”

“Keep going…” He heard your breath hitch and watched as your eyes pricked with tears. Anakin was almost ashamed to admit he was receiving such breathtaking pleasure from this. He slowly pumps in your cunt as you take a few deep breaths. “…it…it’s not bad.” You mutter as he planted a kiss on your forehead.

He grits his teeth as your warm, velvety walls envelop him. This was infinitely better than his fist, better than what he could ever do to himself. “Y~ so tight~” His words escaped him as your pussy cherished the inches he gave you.

He watched your eyes as they slowly shut to his rhythm. Anakin fought the urge to cum as you let him in deeper. “Look at me.” His twitching eyes turned down to you, “Breathe.” The way you spoke to him nearly made him cum. He breathed with you as he pushed his hips into you. He could feel every quiver and spasm of your cunt as he buried himself inside.

We fit so perfectly together…she’s so beautiful. I’m~ “I’m gonna cum, Y/n!” He cried; his arms that supported his body began to tremble harshly. “I- I~” You watched as he weakly pulled himself out of your cunt. Anakin came on your bedsheets and lay across your hot body. Your orgasm spilled onto the covers beneath you.

After changing the sheets, you lay against Anakin as he braided your hair back. “You’re very beautiful.” He said softly as you shyly hid under the covers. “…I love you.” He said as he joined you under the shadows of the covers.  

“I love you too.”

a/n: I enjoyed writing this a lot 😫 felt like a pervert though lol

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