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𐙚 Sub!James Kelly x Dom!Fem! 𐙚 || 18+ MDNI
Summary: Stroking the plumber's pipe. (basically)
Warnings/contains: Original AU, James + Frankie are phony plumbers, smut, hand jobs, blow jobs, sexual teasing, dominance kink, denied orgasm, implied robbery, illegal driving, speeding etc, there is probably more I am missing, NOT proof read-- english is not my first language!
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James dropped the cigarette from his forefinger and stepped firmly on the bud. “Why here?” His brother pushed hats onto their heads, “This neighborhood’s too nice, Frankie.” James looked around at the large homes, foreign cars and already felt out of place.
“That’s why we need’ta hit a lick here.” He chuckled and fixed their maintenance uniforms.
“I could’ve done this alone.” James sneered at his brother’s touch and pulled away. You’re too ambitious, it’s reckless. The man thought.
“Alone? No, no.” Frankie shook his head and gave James a clipboard. “Mind taking off those gloves? You’re drawin’ attention.”
“I’m not going door to door with bloody knuckles, Frankie.”
“Whatever, you’ll do the talking, Jimmy. I’ll give them these.” He flashed a stack of sketchy business cards.
“I’m telling you: those won’t work on people who have brains, Frankie.” He pressed a finger to his temple to emphasize his point.
“I already put them in the mailboxes down this block the other day.”
“…that’s fucked.” James whispered as they walked up the steps to a well-kept Tuscan-style home. It was large, very large, and the two Porshe’s in the driveway only made James more nervous. The front door was ajar, and the two men could hear dogs barking. “Frankie, I’gotta bad feeling about this.”
“Relax, fuck, you’re making me tense, Jimmy.” Frankie knocked on the door and James pressed the hat lower on his face. A feminine voice loudly scolded the barking dogs, some words foreign, as they listened from the door. “Spicy.” Frankie wiggled his brow.
“Shut up.” James quickly said before the door was pulled open by your hand.
You flipped your hair, an annoyed look on your beautiful face. A small and well taken care of puppy in the tuck of your left arm. “Can you read?” The two men stared blankly at you. Tan lines lay on your skin, a slight redness to your features as dark curls dressed your shoulders and framed your face. You raised a pink nail to the sign by the door. ‘NO SOLICITING’ “So, can you read?”
“Listen—” Upon hearing the immediate lust (masked by attitude) from his brother’s mouth, James interrupted him---
“We are with Ace plumbing and,” He stuttered and looked down at the clipboard in his hands. “We were called out here to, uhm,” He shut his eyes to avoid the sight of your swerving curves and perfect features. “To fix the dishwasher and two clogged sinks!”
“Eh? How did you…” The obedient dog in your arms looked up at you, “Grandmama!” You yelled into the house; two large dogs began to bark again at the sound of your voice. “Did you call these men here?!” You got no answer back from the old woman and figured she was sleeping. “Whatever, come in.” You waved your hand and the two stepped inside.
“Did you say grandmother?” Frankie asked without thinking as he admired the luxurious home. James flared his nose and nudged his brother behind your back.
“Yes, she’s forgetful, Mama.” You said with a sigh as you guided them to the kitchen. “There. The dishwasher and first sink. The other is in my bathroom---” Interrupted by barking, you turned to the disobedient great Danes, “Shut up!” Two great Danes of tall stature stopped their barking and the room fell silent. You let the dogs out into the backyard with a curse under your breath.
“Miss, we’ll get started down here.” James said quickly. You held your hip as James lowered under the sink. His shirt rode up some as he assessed the clog; dark hair crowded his midsection.
“Right away.” Frankie salutes two fingers from his temple.
You left the men to their work and wandered up the wide staircase. James immediately rose up, whispering firmly. “You’re lucky I know what the hell I’m doing!” Frankie rolled his eyes and pressed a piece of gum onto his own tongue. “Be useful. Get the tools from the truck.”
“Alright, boss.” He muttered and left the house but not before taking an expensive looking candle holder into his pockets.
James checked the inside of the dishwasher and noticed how it connected to your sink’s garbage disposal. However, it was connected to another that filtered out food from the opposite end. “Shit.” If I fuck up this job, I’ll be in debt. This damn thing is expensive.
“What’s the matter?” You asked as you leaned over his shoulder. James jumped like a frightened pet and kept himself from touching you in any way. “Did I scare you?”
“Kinda.” His voice cracked as he rubbed his hands on his jeans. “Uhm, it should be an easy job. My partner is just getting our tools…”
“Right.” Your judgmental stare was enough to make him sweat. Could you tell their real intentions here? Even so, was it enough for you to call the cops? Would you? “How long do you think this will take?” You were close enough for him to inhale the sweet vanilla scent from your neck, maybe incense too; something from the West indies perhaps. In those wedges, you’re taller than him, your glistening eyes bore into his.
“Maybe an hour, give or take.”
“I don’t like your partner.” Frankie struts into the kitchen with the toolbox, unaware of your comment.
“Frankie? Why? He’s a good guy.” He looks between you and his brother.
“He took something of mine.” Frankie paused and gulped, “Didn’t you?” You lifted your phone. “It’s the twenty-first century. Assume everyone has security cameras.” The two were quiet before James broke the silence.
“I’m so sorry for his behavior! I’ll fire him right now, is that what you want? I’ll drag him out myself.” He spoke quickly to keep from choking his brother.
“Are you his boss? How do I know you’re any different?”
“I’m nothing like him!” James quickly defended himself; Frankie bit the inside of his cheek as the words left his brother’s mouth. His chest throbbed with the pressure of his beating heart. You could have them both sent to jail for this, if not worse for conspiracy. “Please. Let me stay. I can finish this and be out of your hair.” (Your beautiful hair that smells like flowers he’d never laid his eyes on before.)Even if he couldn’t steal anything from your house, at least he could get some good money from fixing shit.
“Fine. You stay. He leaves.” You turned to Frankie, “Make sure to return that Dior candle holder before you leave.”
James turned to his brother. “We need to speak outside.” Frankie didn’t like this new tone his brother took with him but chose not to argue. “I will return your candle holder myself, Ma’am.” You waved a dismissive hand, and the two men went back to the truck. “You motherfucker!” James grabbed his brother by the collar and pressed him against the truck.
“Hey! I thought she wouldn’t notice!”
“Well, shit, she did! You’re lucky she didn’t call the cops on your ass!” James kept the keys to the truck in his pocket as Frankie reached for them. “No.” He warned sternly and let go of his collar as to not cause a scene in the middle of the street. “Walk or call someone to get you.” James said as he turned his back to Frankie and grabbed the candle holder from the open window.
“James! C’mon!”
“Go home, Frankie.”
When James entered the house again, you sat on a barstool by the kitchen island. “You’re quite protective of your…employee.”
“No, he’s just a fuckup.” The words slipped from his mind without much thought. “Excuse my language.”
“You’re excused.” You placed your puppy on the counter to sit. “I thought you were brothers but…you don’t look alike. Maybe the same mom.” James said nothing as he unscrewed the pipe beneath the sink and began to clean it out. “I’m speaking to you.”
“I apologize, Ma’am but I’m busy.”
“I’m paying you.” He nodded. “So, he is your brother.” A pause. You whispered something in a language he couldn’t identify nor understand before you came closer to him. “Look at me.” James turned his head up to you and placed the pipe down. “That’s better.” He was still nervous you’d call the cops, turn them in, and keep his tools! “I’m not going to hurt you…you’re like, uh,” You pointed to your small dog. “Rough but obedient.” He didn’t like being described that way, but he enjoyed the idea of you watching him, giving him the time of day. “I’ll pay you for the job if it’s well done but I won’t call you here again after your brother’s stunt.” His shoulders dropped just slightly. “Finish.” He gulped; the tension was palpable as you stared him down. He was unsure to cream his pants or work on the sink--- fine with either.
James began to work on the dishwasher after cleaning the pipes of any leftover food. He found a bent spoon in the pipe that kept water and anything else from going down. After cleaning the sink and screwing everything back in place, he loads the dishwasher with any stray dishes he saw and let it run after adding dish soap. The dishwasher hummed proudly as water began to slosh around and drain out of the pipes correctly.
There you were once again, behind him. He stumbled back before he managed to calm himself and speak to you, “I’m all done here. Could you show me to the bathroom sink?”
“Hmm, follow me.” You led him upstairs; Although he tried to get a few good looks at your ass, it was hard to let his desire take over with your dog looking back at him. The dog growled, its small body in the tuck of your slim arm. “Stop it, Peach!”
Peach. “She seems lovely..” James said as you opened your bedroom door.
“She is. Aren’t you?” You asked the puppy and placed her onto the rug.
James couldn’t say that he’d been in many women’s bedrooms, but this was different. Everything about the space made sense; it screamed you. As he stepped deeper into the room, he felt like he were violating some sacred space. Along the walls were framed photos of many landscapes: perhaps from your home and other places you’ve traveled. He spotted a whole desk of cameras, scattered notes and sketches. Burning frankincense and sage rest on a ceramic dish by the bed, filling the room with a lovely scent. Unburned incense cones rest above the fireplace.
You stood beside him inside of the massive bathroom, “I think it’s just hair in the drain, but nothing will go down.” He enjoyed your presence as you sat with him while he unclog the pipe--- taking his time. After a while, you mentioned, “My husband isn’t the biggest fan of me having guests over. Especially my grandmother’s guests. He gets paranoid.”
“Is he away?”
“Overseas, yes.”
“May I ask why? Is it for work?” James pulled stands of your hair from the pipes and threw them into a bin.
“Yes. He works for Ferrari.” There was a trill in your voice as you rolled the r’s.
James’s eyebrows raised, “That’s amazing!” He tried his best to contain his excitement, but it was damn near impossible. The idea popping the hood of a Ferrari and inhaling the scent… “What does he do for Ferrari, if you don’t mind me asking?”
“Tsk, you think I care that much about his career?” You asked with a laugh.
Trophy wife. “Sorry for asking.” He leaned on the counter as he thought of ways to keep the conversation going, “Do you work?”
“Work? No.”
That’s embarrassing. I shouldn’t had asked her that. “I like to work on cars.” He said softly, somewhat hoping you’d ignore him.
“Cars, domestic repairs…you’re a technician?”
“You could say that.” He said as he moved closer to you.
“Take those off.” He looked down at his gloved hands and pulled the black plastic off. James turned over his hands. You ignored the tattoos, your focus on the swollen and skinned knuckles. They were red and purple due to the bruises with a singular, long cut along the back of his left hand. “Knife fight?”
“Yes.”
“It’s not my business but what happened?”
“I don’t want you to think differently of me.”
You spoke with a smirk while retrieving a first aid kit, “You haven’t a clue what I think of you.”
“That’s true.” He paused as you found white gauze and rubbing alcohol. “I got jumped.” He said softly. “I shouldn’t had been there anyway; it’s my fault.”
“At least they didn’t cut your handsome face.” You held his chin and turned his head. He was still as you admired his features, “What did you have that they wanted?” he didn’t answer you immediately and you poured alcohol over his wound. He clenched his jaw as you wrapped his hands in gauze.
“Nothin’ important.”
“Well, it isn’t everyday a technician get jumped.” He turned his head up, “Follow me.”
James stood frozen as the garage door opened. In a beautiful sunny yellow, a 360 Spider Ferrari with an impeccable pale-tan interior rested soundly. “I’ve had dreams about this car, Miss…” He said under his breath, looking into the two-seater convertible.
“Mhm.” You hummed rather disinterested with the car, your gaze on the curious young man. He hesitated by the front of the car, “Would you like to take a drive?”
“M-me? Drive?”
You laughed and climbed into the driver’s seat, “Not in a million years, but you can sit here.”
With a manicured hand, you rubbed the passenger side seat and James chuckled, “You are very kind. I appreciate it.” The engine hummed, his hands to himself while you left the driveway to the main road.
“Shift the gears for me.” James nodded, simply excited. He couldn’t believe his luck, sitting in his dream car with a sexy woman to his left. He shifted gears and you took off down the road with gusto. James gasped, holding onto the car door as the wind pressure made his body feel a hundred pounds heavier. You sat up, wearing a bright smile as you grabbed the wheel and hit a left turn.
“S- shit!” James’s heart raced in his ears as you neared eighty-seven miles per hour on the residential road.
You drove the car with ease, effortlessly flawless with a euphoric look in your eyes. He could tell you liked cars, probably more than him. Maybe not the technical aspects but the speed. You’d never put yourself above others but how could you be the fastest going the same pace as ordinary people?
You pulled into a gas station lot and stepped out before James could offer. You stood at the pump with your back to him as if he weren’t even there. James enjoyed these feelings you evoked; they felt new and without a doubt, made him hard. You continued to ignore him as you bent down and opened the gas cap. Don’t fucking do it…don’t look. He look a glance into the side view mirror, hoping to see the curve of your ass, maybe even a good view of your tan thighs. Instead, he caught your gaze on his body.
For sure, no woman has ever given him a look like that. He couldn’t read you, but this look was clear. You’re hungry, starved and beyond willing. James never felt like a piece of meat before, never felt “easy” but in that moment, his face flushed and, like a bitch in heat, he made his erection obvious.
Who knew it could feel so damn good? The attention of a woman.
You washed your hands before stepping into the car. “Are you ready?” He held a gauzed hand over his mouth and agreed. You chose to ignore his erection, as a married woman, but after all, it’s only human nature.
He shifted the gears and felt the purr like it never ended. You took the avenue that ran alongside the lake, his eyes shut to the scent of sand. Perhaps he was too distracted to notice or maybe your touch was seamless as it ventured past his waistband.
His eyebrows knit tightly, lust stained his features; the touch of a woman is unparalleled, but James isn’t familiar with that. You gently soothed the erection in his pants with a few strokes, your other hand expertly steadied the car. He wasn’t sure what to say or how to feel about your married hand inside of his pants, but it felt good as fuck. “…dammit, you’re big.” You said under your breath as your fingers slipped lower to cuff his tight balls.
James inhales sharply, his hips jerking involuntarily as your hand squeezed around his hard, aching cock. He knows he should stop you, should push your hand away and put an end to this before it goes any further. But the feeling of your soft fingers stroking his sensitive skin is too pleasurable to resist. “Miss~”
James's breath comes in short, sharp gasps as Ada continues to pump his shaft, her touch growing bolder and more confident with each passing second. He can feel the heat building in his core, the urge to thrust his hips forward into the soft feel. You pressed your thumb over the head of his cock as you stroked the top; You naturally eased the precoma from his cock like a machine. “Shh- shit, Miss, please.”
But James knew you were holding out. You could give him more. If only you weren’t driving… “Can we pull over?” He pleads; his hand overlaps yours.
For a second you glanced at the mess of a man and rolled your eyes. You took the nearest exit and drove until you found an empty lot. “What is it?” He bit the inside of his lip, staring at his disheveled pants, the head of his cock rests in his waistband. “Speak.”
“Could you keep going?” A look of confusion, maybe disgust rid your face, “I’m sorry for asking.”
“Shut up.” You rolled your eyes and lowered your head to his lap.
James lets out a squeal as your tongue wrapped around the head of his cock, your fist in his pants, squeezing the base of his cock. It felt amazing but like the worse kind of torture. The sensation of those full, soft lips wrapping around his sensitive flesh, and your tongue swirling skillfully along the underside, is almost too much for him to bear.
His legs sprawled in the passenger side; his head leaned over the shoulder of the seat. You could hear him fighting the intense feelings in his groin. His fingertips twitched as he kept from touching you--- “Don’t cum in my mouth.” You warned, sure to squeeze his cock harder. But the pleasure is too intense, the temptation too great. James is teetering on the edge, ready to give in completely to the bliss you’re offering him.
“I won’t. I won’t cum.” He said through deep exhales; his hips rose just slightly off the seat as he chased what you’re denying him. James feels his balls tighten, the pleasure cresting as you suck him off eagerly. With a strangled cry, his hips stutter. You quickly tucked his cock back into his boxers as he came, his thick load like syrup in his jeans. “F- fuck~” James hissed as you continued to squeeze his softening shaft, collecting every drop of cum from his manhood.
You rose and licked his ear, “That’s a good boy.”
“Thank you, Miss.” He could feel his cum stick to the inside of his boxers, the mess was impossible to ignore.
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a/n: My best fics happen to always be about james...I fear he's topping Anakin for me. Not in that way...
𐙚 James Kelly x Fem! Reader 𐙚 18+ MDNI
Summary: A man from your past stays at your inn.
Warnings/contains: Original au, switch! male, sub! fem, overstimulation, semi-public sex, oral sex (f reciv), hickeys, agressive foreplay, trauma bonding, abandonment issues mentioned, fear kink, guns, death and suicide mentioned, reader owns an inn, kind of...proof read-- english is not my first language!
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Note: (Obviously) spoilers for American Heist.
Wet. Soaking. His boots made an uncomfortable squelch on the hardwood floors of your home. The bell from the door rang in the corridor as you lay across the couch. “A customer?” You whispered to yourself before carefully approaching the door. Water dripped from his person, his eyes in the shadow of his hood. “Hello?” You waited by the stairs, squeezing your phone.
He cleared his throat after what felt like days of silence, “I would like to rent a room.” His gruff voice was deep as he pointed to the bed and breakfast sign closest to him.
“O- of course…” You caught yourself stepping backward into a table of flowers. “Shit.” You quickly caught the vases before they could fall. “Ahem. Follow me.” You walked through a short hall to the left and went behind a Cashwrap. Behind you, he trailed, a metallic jingle followed.
There at the counter, in the light of a brass lamp, his features softened. You let your shoulders drop, however still tense. “The rooms are forty bucks a night. Cash is preferred.” With quickness, he pushed a neat stack of cash across the counter. You took a moment to count… “Four nights? Alright. All I need is a form of identification.”
The man hesitated and touched his jacket pocket, “…I,” Of course you needed his ID. What was he thinking? “I don’t have one.”
You uncomfortably cringed, could this get any worse? The bad feeling rests low in your stomach, awaking the bile. “I can’t let you stay if you don’t have one. In case there are any damages, or you leave something behind, we need a way of knowing who you are.”
“Yeah, I understand.” He frowned as you pushed his money back. “…my name’s James Kelly.” You tilted your head…something was vividly familiar about his name, his face like one you recognize. You pushed the thought to the back of your mind, “I’m not from here, ok? I…was evicted and I can’t go get my shit.” Sure, he lied. He had helped rob a bank only five hours ago.
Did he feel bad about lying to a pretty woman? Yes. Of course. You have soft eyes, not unlike a woodland creature. Just you staring at him made him feel bad for wetting your rugs, for wasting your time, for scaring you. “James, I’m sorry that happened but I must keep everyone safe here. That includes me and my guests. If you can’t present a valid ID, I must refuse service.”
“…do I need an ID to order something?” He lifts his eyes to the menu on display.
“Nope.” James isn’t hungry. He’s wet. As he looked over the menu, your long nails tapped on the cash register. “…can I get you a change of clothes?”
“I’d like that.”
You sat across the table from him as he quietly ate from the bowl of stew. Without the hood, he looked approachable, maybe even…vulnerable. In your former-husband’s sweats, he peered up from his bowl. “Do you always eat with your customers?”
“No one should go through something like this alone.” Then, he remembered his lie he told earlier. He winced, “I couldn’t imagine losing my home.”
James took another long look at the space. Curated would be the word. Every aspect, every corner, beautiful and cozy. Not crowded but far from minimal and it smelled amazing. The scent seemed to follow you like a loyal pet, like fresh linens and lavender. “Ehh, my place was ok but losing a home like this would make me go crazy.” He smirked, “You’ve put a lot of effort into it.”
You admired your home after him, “Bought the place only a year ago. Can you tell?”
“Not in the slightest.” He followed your fidgeting fingers to your ring. The twin diamonds shared a place on a silver band. “…I don’t believe I asked your name.”
“Y/n L/n.”
He nods in silence, “That’s a pretty name…” He paused as you searched his gaze. “I ain’t just saying that.”
Do I know him? Maybe from high school? No, he’s not from here. “Thank you, James. I appreciate your honesty.” You turned your mug on its coaster, “You don’t like eye contact?”
He scratched his neck, “Not that. Just, uhm, you’re a married woman. I don’t want to come off wrong.” The man raised his hands before letting them fall.
“I know you mean no harm.” Very few would agree, Miss L/n. James thought as he finished his food. “My husband is dead, has been for five years.” The man swallowed the juices that rest under his tongue.
“I’m sorry to hear that…” She doesn’t look a day over twenty-five.
“Do you like to watch television…?”
His eyes followed your form as you walked into the living room with a controller. “Like tv shows? Not really. I mean, I watch sports.”
“Everyone does.” You turned to James as the news played on the television. “Do you have a niche?” His left eye squinted on its on in confusion, “Like an interest that not a lot of people would know.”
Behind you, news coverage of a bank robbery in the city over was told in detail. His brother’s face, along with the other dead conspirers were shown. James’s jaw clenched tightly as he thought quickly, “I like documentaries.” He blurted over the news anchor’s voice, now in the living room beside you. After what felt like an eternity, you changed the channel. He prayed you hadn’t heard any odd details that might stand out about him.
“…that’s why I left the city.” You muttered more to yourself, “Never a peaceful day.” He remained silent, his hands to himself on the couch as a boring whale documentary played. “You should stay the night.”
Finally. You gave in. He was hoping it wouldn’t take this long but he’s in no position to be picky. “Thank you, Miss. This means more than you know.” He wouldn’t describe you as careless, no, but trusting. You sat on the cushion beside the stranger, legs folded under you, your guard down and your attention on the television.
“It’s no problem.”
His glare went to the hand on your lap, “What was he like?”
You followed his gaze to your left hand. “Oh my,” For a moment, you were silent, as if deciding whether to share this sacred memory of him. “…my husband was all I prayed for.” You lift your gaze to James. Part of him--- no, all of him wanted to empathize. He’d lost many people he loved but he couldn’t say they were “all he ever wanted”. “You lost someone?”
He unconsciously soothed his nerves, pressing the pads of his fingers against his thighs, “Yes, recently.”
“I am so sorry. You have my condolences.” Then you went silent, you studied him with no ill intentions, just pure curiosity.
“My brother, I would say it was sudden but, unfortunately, he had it coming.”
“How do you mean?”
“He couldn’t help himself; it was like he had a voice in his head,” He pressed his forefinger to his temple, “…tellin’ him to fuck up anything in his reach.” You raised your eyebrows and James nodded. “Yeah. He practically killed himself.”
“I understand where you’re coming from.” On the side table past James, a photo of you and your husband rests. You both wore graduation gowns, many honor cords around your necks. “He joined the army after uni.” James’s eyebrows furrowed as he took another look at the man. “Why? I have no idea. My mother told me ‘All men crave excitement’. I know that. But I can’t see suicide being exciting.” You said with a rueful smile.
James took the picture frame into his hands, “This sounds weird, but he looks so familiar.” He clenched his jaw and stared in your eyes. This is a gamble. “…Lucas.”
“H- how do you know my husband’s name?”
“He,” James stared at the photo for another long moment, “Lucas was a friend of mine. We were in the same squad before I…was discharged.”
“Did you know? What happened?”
“I heard, yes.” You stood and from under the coffee table took out a flat box. After a second of hesitation, you placed it on James’s lap. He lifted the lid as you bit you lip and took a seat beside him, your knees to your chest. Some letters, but mostly photos your husband took of him and his friends.
“Find yourself. If you really knew him, y—”
“He never put that disposable camera down.” He said under his breath. You nodded as James lifted a photograph of himself cleaning his gun, an exhausted smile on his face. “…’09 if I recall correctly.” He found another picture of himself in a bed, kicking the top bunk. “If you’d heard the shit comin’ out of that guys mouth at midnight, you’d understand why I kicked him.” You smirked as he offered you more photos, each with their own spill of reasoning and--- James paused on a specific picture towards the middle of the box. In the middle of a punch in the courtyard, James crouched over a man in his service uniform. “That ain’t a good light to see me in.” He chuckled as you took the picture. “That was the day.”
“The day they discharged you?” he nodded, “Dishonorably?”
“Yeah.” He placed the box aside and held his knees. “Damn.”
“May I ask, what’d you think of him?”
“He was a constant when I was there. Always around, always smiling, sneakin’ that camera everywhere.”
“I’m happy to hear that. He loved everyone there. Even that bitch of a commanding officer.”
James groaned at the thought of the old man, “That fuckin’ prick.” He said with only softness in his tone. “…I meant to ask, do you own this place alone?”
“My dad has a share, but I run it myself, yeah.”
“Do you prefer being alone?”
“No.” You shook your head, “But I can’t help it. My subconscious secretly hates me, I suppose.” James watched you ponder, “Are you seeing anyone?”
“No, no, I’m not.” He placed a hand over yours. Does she see me in him? I’m not sure how to feel. This isn’t my wife. What the hell am I doing? “Ahem, I should rest.”
You took your hand from him quickly, “I understand.” You disappeared down a hall for a few minutes. James took a moment to catch his breath before searching inside his bag. The sound of you making the bed was a polite distraction as he accounted for his nine-millimeter and two magazines. You peered around the corner into the living room, “Are you alright?” James tossed his bag over his shoulder and nodded silently.
He followed you into a room with a glass knob and took a place on the bed. “Leave your clothes in the bathroom hamper and I’ll wash them in the morning. If you need anything, I’m on the third floor but call first.” You gestured to the landline on the nightstand. “I make breakfast around 8 every morning. Checkout is at noon. That should be it…do you have any questions?” James shook his head; your unenthusiastic voice saddened him. “Good night, James.”
“Good night.” You shut the door softly behind yourself and blew out any candles before climbing the stairs for bed. James lay on his back, a loaded gun under his pillow. This was wrong. He’s putting you in danger with this on-the-run shit. The wife of his dead friend. All you want to do is take care of strangers, hear stories and comfort others.
So, for the first time in years, James shut his eyes, and he prayed. The prayer felt like a plead rather than a conversation with the almighty. But praying always felt that way, especially when this desperate.
He woke many hours after 8 am, instead around one pm. On the top of the dresser, his clothes were washed and folded neatly next to his bag. On the nightstand, a cup of coffee, now cold and---
James’s eyes flickered to his bag on the dresser, a silent panic rose deep within him as he rushed to the limp fabric. My gun. He searched his bag to no avail and opened each drawer, looked under the bed and flipped his pillows. Upon seeing the silver Glock glimmer, he held his chest, letting each ragged breath flow. Fuck, I’m too paranoid.
James punished himself with drinking the cold cup of coffee. Soon after, he took a shower and changed into something you left out.
In the kitchen, you balanced an open cookbook with a palm on the nose of your mixer. “…two cups might overflow my bowl…” You pondered to yourself before zesting a lemon.
“Good afternoon.”
You jumped with a gasp, “Oh my! Good afternoon! You missed breakfast so I brought you coffee. I hope that was ok.”
He shook his head, “It was perfect. Thank you.” You blushed and finished zesting your lemon. “What’s that for?”
“I’m craving something sweet.” Your nose wrinkled at the tangy lemon zest.
He knew you were neglecting eye contact on purpose. You’re probably embarrassed about last night. He hates to think that he made you feel that way, “I’m sorry about yesterday.”
“No…you don’t need to apologize.”
“I was in my head about everything, and I shouldn’t have pushed you away.” You swallowed your spit and turned to shut off the mixer. James placed the cash for the night stay on the countertop and after a pause, “I’m gonna hit the road.” Your nose flared as you took deep inhales to calm yourself. There was nothing you could do to make him stay. He’s a grown man after all, but dammit, this hurt like a bitch to watch. “I appreciate your hospitality. You’re a good woman, a great one.” After a whisper of a ‘goodbye’, he was gone.
“Fuck!” You whined as lemon juice spilled into a small cut on your finger. “Fuck me.”
James didn’t expect to come back the same day. After all, he took everything he owned but he couldn’t take his mind off you. What you would think, how you would feel. It drove him mad for hours, he could only imagine what it would do over time.
You were on the couch, watching something similar to the boring whale documentary from last night when he walked in. He made sure to step into your view, as to not frighten you before speaking, “Hi.”
You bit the inside of your cheek and moved back on the couch, “Hi. Back so soon?”
“I’m not good leaving.” There he was, in a shirt the color of ash and jeans with stains that wouldn’t wash out, his eyes on the wood flooring. “May I sit with you?”
“You may.”
He took the closest spot to you and held the back of your neck. The man swiftly kissed your lips, biting and embracing them until they were swollen. He reaches out, gently tracing the curve of your bottom lip with his thumb, feeling the tender flesh yield slightly under his touch. You’re still nervous and no amount of kissing would slow that, “You’re precious.” James drinks in the sight of your wide, innocent eyes staring back at him.
In your bedroom, he seemed to dwarf the space with his large frame. Your bed was undone but the space had clear signs of a tidy woman living there. He spread your legs on the sheets, hands settled on the curves of your hips.
He gave your neck a gentle lick before sucking tenderly on the collum of your throat. You’re a sensitive type, too much of anything could make you wet, could make you cum. Your breathy whimpers filled his ear as he gave into you harder. You held the back of his head and kept his body close. Most of him wasn’t enough, you needed everything.
He moved across the map of your throat as your cunt clenched around nothing, craving, soaking wet. You could feel your wet panties move across your cunt as your hips shift. He could feel your hard nipples rub against his shirt, your deep breaths like an all-consuming rhythm.
He suckles harder, leaving dark hickeys blooming across your skin. One hand slides up your chest, cupping the weight of your breast, feeling it overflow in his palm. He thumbs your nipple sensitive nub through the thin fabric of your dress.
You drew your hips up against his, practically begging for his touch at your core. You were gently turned on your stomach, a comfortable pillow beneath your hips; his hand gathered your hair; his lips met the side of your neck as you held the sheets.
Your ass naturally lifts to his hips, but he forced himself to hold out. His teeth sunk deeply into your neck, just nearly tearing skin. James licked the wound before moving down your spine until he met the curves of your ass. He leaned forward into your clothed cunt, his nose pressed into your core as his lips found your clitoris.
James’s tongue pressed onto your clit in between his suckles; James looks up at you, his intense gaze locking with yours as he gently eats your sweet pussy through the damp fabric. The heat of his breath seeps through the thin material, making you shudder.
He hooks his fingers into the waistband of your panties and slowly drags them down, exposing the glistening folds to his hungry gaze. James takes a moment to admire the sight of you, spread out before him, pink and swollen and dripping like a bitten peach.
James's tongue finds your clit once more and he suckles the sensitive bundle of nerves with enthusiasm. He varies his technique, flicking and swirling, before taking it between his lips and suckling hard. All the while, he keeps his blue eyes locked with yours, watching every reaction, committing the way you come undone to memory.
Refusing to let up until you came, he doubles his efforts, his tongue sunk inside of your lovely walls, stroking urgently against your swollen clit with his thumb. “James~” Your fists squeezed shut. With that, he seals his mouth over your clit and suckles hard, at the same time, he slipped one then two fingers knuckle-deep inside your tight channel. He pumps them in and out, curling and stroking against that special spot deep within that makes your eyes roll back without a thought in your pretty head.
A/n: More of James tomorrow (Oct 5th)!!
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I know your asks are closed, and this is no ask, I just had to come and say how much I love your writing, especially for Gladiator. It’s so so hard to find fem!dom fics, and honestly I’m tired of always seeing reader as a naive character who’s always manipulated, so your stories are like a breath of fresh air. Please continue the amazing work 💕🫶
Thank you so much for your kind words!! Fem!dom overall is a very neglected trope, (or it is badly written). However, I am not writing on this account anymore!
If you’d like to still support, I have moved to @skywalkoverme !! I have a variety of fics with different tropes that I think you’ll like. Thank you again!
𝐄𝐜𝐥𝐢𝐩𝐬𝐞 pt2
a/n: Some lore with sub anakin. loveeee him on his knees.
𐙚 𝐍𝐚ï𝐯𝐞! 𝐀𝐧𝐚𝐤𝐢𝐧 𝐒𝐤𝐲𝐰𝐚𝐥𝐤𝐞𝐫 𝐱 𝐅! 𝐂𝐮𝐥𝐭 𝐋𝐞𝐚𝐝𝐞𝐫 𐙚 18+
Summary: Anakin is sent by the Jedi Order to your palace.
Warnings/contains: Cult au, dom! fem, sub! male, Submissive Anakin, Anakin is in a cult, you are a cult leader, manipulation, glorification of leadership/submission, glorification of religion/religious figures, depictions of unhealthy boundaries/obsession, Anakin is in his early 20s, more to come as the series continues.
Note: NOT proof read yet-- english is not my first language!
Word Count: 1.2k // More on my Master list! + follow & reblog pls
Something changed. Perhaps overnight.
You called for mass early this morning, exactly at dawn. You were seated on your plush throne, a braid of dark hair around your finger as the building filled with your devotees. Some were silent, admiring you from a distance, others called out in praise, grateful to see you again so soon.
Anakin impatiently stood in the hall that led to mass, crowded with others in linen the color of pale pink. He clutched his fists, his nails dug into his hand as time ticked by.
With red rings under his eyes, the only motivation to stay awake was seeing you. Thoughts of loyalty plagued his mind after his odd night with you. What did true loyalty mean to you? How could he prove it? “You quit your job?” One of his housemates whispered as they took their seats in the pews.
“This morning. The prophet said I should.” Anakin said mindlessly, staring up at you. “I’m going to volunteer in the garden now.”
The man nodded and nudged his housemates, “That’d be nice. We could see each other more often.”
Anakin shushed his friend as you began to speak, the entire room fell silent. “…good morning, my little doves.” Collectively, the many said their ‘good mornings’ back. You beamed, keeping a hand over your chest. “Thank you for joining me so early. I had a terrible vision from the heavens as I slept.”
Anakin hung off your every word, practically foaming at the mouth.
“Something is coming, my doves, and I worry that a force plans to take you away from me.” As you walked down the aisles of pews with a mournful expression, the mindless men and women empathized, some reached out for you, others began to cry themselves to comfort. “Yes, I worry.” You paused for a moment, savoring the attention they so simply gave, hands outstretched. “Look around.” Anakin stared around the packed church, walls lined with followers, some listened through the windows and halls.
“We are many but…this isn’t enough.” Your tone betrayed your phony act for a moment. “Ahem, those who do not believe will burn in the afterlife for eternity. Those who leave our commune will suffer. Unimaginable pain in life and death.” The weight of your words sat heavy in Anakin’s chest. He couldn’t imagine leaving you! This is his home! You are his living, breathing Goddess. The young man couldn’t fathom why anyone would leave for that matter.
“My doves, you are gracious people. That means, we must save the damned.” You walked back to your place, above the crowd of servants. “That is why I have decided to send a few of my doves to the inner rim.” There was a long moment of whispers, gasps and even laughter. “We will convert; we will save.” You wore a warm smile, your eyes stilled on Anakin as if you could hear his thoughts.
A warmth ran down his spine, his shoulders tense in an effort to make himself as small as possible. “By the next Eclipse, my precious doves will return with more. Only then will we have enough doves to bring peace.”
“Eclipse.” Anakin’s body went frozen. That word, that one word. A few beads of sweat went down his temples as he lifted his head. From across the room, his eyes locked with you again, a silent mania that only you recognized. For that short moment, Anakin remembered. He remembered the mission, the cause, the threat. You.
He was a Jedi, yes, sent here one, maybe two years ago by men he had long forgotten. He recalled peace meetings, and arguments, yelling and ill wishes. Something about a sick queen, a dying one. Yes, how could he forget? His eyebrows furrowed as he reached for something on his hip. “…my destined eclipse.” You said softly, two hands over your bosom.
As soon as it came, it went. Anakin smile retuned, not able to keep his eyes off you for too long.
Two years ago.
Anakin wasn’t sure why they chose him instead of the skilled Masters whose power surpasses his own. When he got the assignment, he stared at the holotable for a long while, unsure. Watch over a queen. He’d done this before. According to the council, well enough to be admirable.
He held his hands, staring up at the ship that would leave him behind on this planet. Obi-wan was somewhere far, taking care of matters that dwarfed his own. He was never a timid type but here, with no one, nothing but unreliable comms and a lightsaber, he was alone.
Bustling. That was one word to describe the palace. Bustling and never-ending. “Excuse me, I am here to visit the Queen. May you help me?” He asked an official in thick garments before he was escorted to a throne room. Past it, a quiet garden. Although small, it was well attended to. A range of little buzzing insects slept in pods of flowers, others working diligently.
Anakin stared ahead at the woman on her knees, surely the soil was staining her white dress. He hesitated before taking a knee, “Good afternoon, my queen.”
Speaking very softly though aching vocal cords, you managed, “Anakin.”
As sweet as the nectar from the hanging fruit nearby, his name flowed off your tongue. His eyes shut; an unexpected empathy warmed his chest. “Yes. Anakin Skywalker.” He could feel your exhaustion, your pain, your weakness but no worry. It all rested low in your heart, settled right at your core.
A sing came from the bracelet of small keys around your wrist; he figured a family heirloom of sorts. “A jedi? You are just a boy.” You whispered. He sat beside you in the soil, his cheek in your palm. The warmth of your hand was that of sunrays on an autumn morning. Your beauty comparable to the look of infinite serenity. Something about you was so new yet so nostalgic, it nearly brought him to tears.
a/n: I'm going to try to update more frequently but I am a uni student lol. Verrrry busy.
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𝐓𝐡𝐞 𝐆𝐮𝐚𝐫𝐝
a/n: Back with a little somethin...Request from like a month ago...If i find the req, i'll reply.
𐙚 Anakin Skywalker x Princess! Reader 𐙚 18+ MDNI
Summary: Warming up to your new bodyguard, Anakin.
Warnings/contains: enemies to lovers, original au, dom male, dom femme, forced submission, sexual intercourse, p in v, choking, prolonged sexual tension, sexual teasing, proof read-- english is not my first language!
Word Count: 1.7k // More on my Master list! + follow & reblog pls
Anakin's eyebrows furrow as he feels the princess's gaze boring into him; Your eyes narrowing slightly as you appraise him with clear disapproval. He can practically hear your thoughts, see the disdain written across your beautiful features. It irks him more than he cares to admit.
Who do you think you are, looking at him like that? He's a Jedi Knight, not some lowly servant---
“You’re huffing.” You said before raising your novel higher, blocking the unsightly view of your bodyguard.
“I am not.”
“You. Are. Breathing. Hard. Take a run if you’re out of shape.”
"Princess," he says, his voice tight. "I'm here as your assigned protector, not your pushover. I advise you to focus on the threat against your life."
“How many times must I say it?! I do not want you here!”
Anakin's eyes narrow as he stares up at you from your canopy bed. He can't believe your arrogance, every day, like clockwork, dismissing him so firmly. He's not some toy you can send back because it doesn't suit you. He's a Jedi, sworn to protect the innocent, and that includes spoiled royal brats like you. He won't be brushed off so easily.
"Send another?" he asks, his voice tight with frustration. "I'm afraid it's not that simple, Princess. The Jedi Council assigned me to this mission personally. They chose me for a reason - because I'm the best at what I do. I didn't come all this way to be cast aside because you don't like the way I exhale."
You climbed off your bed and stood tall against him. “…you’ve got some nerve.” You muttered bitterly before snatching the lightsaber off his belt. Anakin grinds his teeth as you toss his lightsaber somewhere far. He listened to the loud clatter as it knocked over a vase, shattering it.
However, his expression stayed firm. He was confident his weapon was fine. It was you. You were the issue. “Rest assured, as soon as I get the call back to Coruscant, I won’t hesitate...” He took a step back.
Anakin takes a deep breath, reminding himself of his duty. He's here to protect you, not indulge his own ego. He tucks his lightsaber back into its holster, the familiar weight a comfort. “Princess.” He dismissed himself, going wherever you weren’t.
Later that day on the dry courts, you played some game he had not recognized. With little racquets, you and the ladies of the court drank wine and clumsily swatted at balls. “Ha-ha!” Your obnoxious laugh rang in Anakin’s ears. He couldn’t control how his eyes rolled.
Pets run around the lawn and your puppy, a little tan creature, insisted on biting at Anakin’s robes. “You’re just as bothersome, rodent...” He muttered to the pet before pushing it away.
He can't help but feel out of place, a warrior among the extravagant finery. His black Jedi robes stand out starkly against the colorful dresses and the vibrant greenery that surrounded the few. He stands further from the courts, not wanting to intrude on your revelry, but his eyes are constantly scanning the surroundings.
“It seems my new pet would rather keep his distance.” You chattered, obviously tipsy, to your friends.
Anakin's eyes narrow as he watches you laugh cruelly at his reaction to his alienation. He can feel his face heating up with embarrassment and a touch of anger. "I am not a pet.”
“Am I speaking to you?” You asked firmly. The women’s laughter died as you held a moment of eye contact with the general.
Anakin clenches his fist, his cybernetic hand whirring softly as he struggles to control his temper. The insult stings, but he knows he can't rise to the bait. “No, my Princess. You were not speaking to me. I apologize for any disturbance I may have caused." He keeps his gaze fixed on the horizon, refusing to meet your eyes again.
How dare he ignore you? How dare he brake eye contact after that pathetic apology?!
“Get the dogs off the court!” You spat to the butlers. It was true, you were a brat, entitled and rude at times but Anakin really brought it out of you. “Useless…” You whispered to yourself, stomping off.
After you left, the women began to gather their things. Anakin stepped forward to the court and with a gentle but firm hand, he scoops up your puppy, murmuring a soft calming phrase under his breath. “…you’re alright…it’s alright…”
Some nights later, you sit on your marble balcony, biting your bottom lip. The breeze flowed in your silk robe, and through your hair, letting it whir around your head. Anakin ate from a leftover dessert tray, popping the sweet bits into his mouth. With every new flavor, his eyebrows raised. “…mhh, coconut.” He steered away from the tempting wine bottle that lay in a bucket of ice.
Through his thoughts of soft delicacies, he head you speaking to yourself from the balcony. Anakin startles at the sound of the princess’s voice, his heart leaping into his throat. He keeps a respectful distance, not wanting to intrude upon your private moment. And yet, he can't help but let his gaze linger on the curve of your backside, the way your hair spills down your back, the soft rise and fall of your body as you breathe. There's a vulnerability to you in this moment, a softness that he rarely sees. He wiped his crumbs onto a towel of yours and swallows the last of what he chewed. “M- my princess? Are you alright?”
You looked over your shoulder before turning back to the view of your kingdom. “Fine.”
He found himself stepping closer to you…so close your eyebrows furrowed. “What do you want?” He stared at your red eyes before wiping your face with the sleeve of his night robe. You were still, an awkward and contorted expression on your face. “I am not a child. I need not be comforted by a man.”
He stepped back, taking the far side of the balcony, his back to you. “I don’t think lowly of you.”
“Should we throw a party?” You asked sarcastically before hiding yourself behind your hair. “Leave me be.”
“You’re impossible.”
“I am not!”
Anakin groaned, his cybernetic hand clenched tight, “What do you want from me? What can I do make you happy princess?!”
“Nothing.”
“Nothing?” He took a step closer, “Nothing at all? No one can ever satisfy you. Not me. Not your friends or lovers. Not your pets or meaningless belongings. Nothing. You are a sad woman.”
You sat up, tears in your eyes, “…you don’t know me! You don’t know my kingdom nor my people. You are a stranger. You hold no rank on this planet and when morning comes, I want you gone.”
“That is not for you to decide. Your father-“ You began to walk away from him, strutting back into your bedroom before Anakin grabbed your wrist. “You will listen to me.” Your eyebrow raised as he drew you back.
Swiftly, you clutched the hilt of his lightsaber. The saber ignites in your hand, its blue light hummed. The light was mesmerizing, your eyes on it as he glared at you. Anakin’s hand overlapped with yours, “You don’t know what you’re doing. You’re an entitled child. Let it go.”
“Make me.”
“I won’t put my hands on a woman.”
“Choke me.”
He knows he should refuse, should walk away and report this disturbing request to the Jedi Council. But there's a part of him, a shameful part, that chilled with excitement. A part that craves dominance, the utter control. Just once. Just once he could make you submit. “No.” he said firmly.
“…do it.”
Without another word, he leans in, his large hand wrapping around the slender column of your throat. His fingers sink into the soft flesh, feeling the delicate bones and the racing pulse beneath his palm. He applies the slightest pressure, watching your face intently for any sign of distress or regret. He didn’t need to make contact with your flesh to hurt you but there was something about your soft skin, your throbbing heartbeat, under his clutch that make his cock swell under his night robe.
He keeps a small part of his mind clear, focused on your wellbeing and the need to stop if you asks him to. As he clutch your windpipe, he thought of every condescending moment, every time you yelled at or pushed him away.
Finally, you let go of the lightsaber which he returned to his hip.
Your eyes flutter back into your head as you lay back on your sheets. He stayed above you, watching as you slowly surrendered to him. This was a reckless act, dangerous none the less but how could he stop? You sighed, your hands came to his wrist, keeping him steady.
Anakin's heart pounds wildly as he feels the princess’s body trembling against his robes, your breath coming in short, sharp gasps. The power pulsing through him is intoxicating, the knowledge that he holds your life in his hands, that one wrong move could snuff out your existence was enough to make him moan.
His grip remains firm, not relenting, as he leans in closer, his lips brushing against the sensitive skin of your ear. "Breathe." The man half-teases, his nose in your hair. Your vision grew blurry, breathless whispers he could not understand. A tense moan left your throat as you came, the knot in your core tight and left unsatisfied.
Anakin turned you onto your side, his body spooned yours with a heated passion. He leans in, his lips brushing against your neck, feeling the racing pulse that still hasn't slowed from your climax. His voice is rough, tinged with a hunger he can barely control. "Tell me to stop, and I will.”
He pushed away his robe and positioned himself at your entrance, the thick head of his manhood pushing insistently against your slick, heated folds. With a slow flex of his hips, he sheaths himself inside of you. A shudder left his lips as he grinds into your velvety cunt.
When you whined too loudly for his liking, Anakin quickly places a hand over your mouth, muffling your lewd cries.
a/n: something short...chapter 2 of Eclipse will be out on Sep 17th.
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𝐄𝐜𝐥𝐢𝐩𝐬𝐞 pt1
a/n: I originally deleted this work due to my writers block but since it has been lifted, I plan to finish this series throughout september in prep for Kinktober (or however it is spelled).
𐙚 𝐍𝐚𝐢𝐯𝐞! 𝐀𝐧𝐚𝐤𝐢𝐧 𝐒𝐤𝐲𝐰𝐚𝐥𝐤𝐞𝐫 𝐱 𝐅! 𝐂𝐮𝐥𝐭 𝐋𝐞𝐚𝐝𝐞𝐫 𐙚 18+
Summary: You are Anakin's cult leader.
Warnings/contains: Cult au, dom! fem, sub! male, Submissive Anakin, Anakin is in a cult, you are a cult leader, manipulation, glorification of leadership/submission, glorification of religion/religious figures, depictions of unhealthy boundaries/obsession, Anakin is in his early 20s, more to come as the series continues.
Note: His hair is slightly longer than the photo I added. ALSO, NOT proof read yet-- english is not my first language!
Word Count: 1.2k // More on my Master list! + follow & reblog pls
He fixed his collar and twirled a curl over his forehead. Blue eyes peered ahead at the double doors, somewhat ajar, allowing candlelight to spill into the hall. “Anakin.” He paused for a moment outside the door, his heart pounding in his chest as he heard your voice, that rich, commanding tone that sent a shiver down his spine.
The way you said his name, it was like a reminder of your ownership, like a collar. He grounded himself in the comfort your aura provided. Then, with a newfound sense of purpose, he opened the door and stepped inside. The room was dimly lit with white candles, the shadows dancing on the walls as if beckoning him closer. And there, in the center of it all, you lay across your loveseat. “Welcome, Anakin.”
He shut his eyes as his cock twitched. My name. His sock covered feet rubbed against each other as he finally met your gaze. “Good…” He cleared his throat, “Good evening, my prophet.”
“A beautiful evening. What is that there, in your hands?” Anakin’s glaze switched between the tray of sweets to your face, his face turning pink. “Come closer.” He obediently kneeled below you, holding the tray outward. You gasped, “Oh my!” Chocolate covered strawberries. “That’s a favorite of mine.”
I know. “I read your books.”
“I am eternally grateful for that.” You held a hand over your heart. “Thank you.”
Anakin felt like a fangirl, sweating and salivating in your presence. His effort meant that much to you? He’d never felt so needed, so appreciated before and the conversation just started. “You’re welcome, my prophet.”
Anakin's throat tightened as your allure drew him in with a divine grasp. The perfection of your curves mesmerizing him, the black lace of your dress clinging to every curve in a way that made his mouth go dry. He felt his eyes widen, drinking in the sight of you, the way the fabric hugged your figure like a second skin. It was a sight of pure, unadulterated temptation, a sinful indulgence that he knew he should resist, but couldn't.
He found himself leaning forward towards you, close enough to feel the heat emitting off your skin, to catch the scent of your perfume - a mix of something uniquely you. It filled his senses, clouding his judgement, making it hard to think of anything else but the way you looked at him, the way your eyes seemed to see right through him. “I called for you because I have something for you…”
“Me?” Perhaps it was the diet you put the hive on, but he was weak. Weak in mind and spirit, like a sheep following a beautiful Shepard with a bundle of wheat in her hands. He couldn’t help himself.
“Yes. You.” You moved the tray of sweets to the tea table and took his cheek into your hand. He leaned into your palm, his eyelids fluttering closed for a brief moment as he savored the contact. It was a gesture of intimacy, of affection, and it made his heart ache. “Am I important to you?” You asked softly as his eyes reflected his fear of rejection or misunderstanding you.
“You’re my reason for living. I…” His lips fell onto the skin of your wrist. Anakin is what you would call ‘easy’. “I love you.” He said through passionate pecks. It never took much for him to give it up; you found that amusing.
“Anakin.” You sung with a laugh as his kisses ran higher.
“Yes, my prophet?”
You lift his chin with your fingers. “Focus. Finish speaking.”
“Everything that I once wanted, I have right here with you. My prophet, I am entirely and completely devoted to you.” He took another inhale of your perfume, “I hope I wasn't too forward.”
“You did just fine, Anakin.” He stammered as you drew him against you. Anakin didn’t hesitate to hug you, his nervousness still in the air but faint. “Your loyalty means a lot to me.” His body twitched in places where your long nails scratched softly at his skin. “I nearly forgot, I have something for you.”
Anakin stared curiously at the pen on the veranda. A small lamb lay asleep in the confines, its pink nose shuddered with each exhale. “It’s cute.” You said softly past his ear, “I want you to have her.”
“Me! U- uhm,” He held the back of his neck, “I work with sheet metal and pipes all day, I can’t take care of her.” He said softly, petting the sleeping animal. It looked so vulnerable yet content.
“If you need more time on your hands to take care of her, you should quit your job.” As the moons began to cross the sky, you were quiet. A rather large distraction in the humble atmosphere as you stood regally against the doorframe, waiting for his ‘yes’.
“You’re right. I’ve been meaning to leave that place anyhow…I just don’t think I—”
“Anakin.” He looked over his shoulder at you. “When the force gives you a blessing, you accept it with open arms. Just as I accepted you.” Your firm voice sent a chill down his spine. Naturally, he bent to your will, your wants.
“Y- yes, Ma’am.” Anakin carefully picked the sleeping lamb up and let his fingers slip through his thick white coat. “I’ll quit and take good care of her.”
Your smile was kind, almost playful as he nervously giggled, “I knew I could count on you, my angel.” Out of the hundreds in your hive, you asked for him. Him! Once a Jedi, then a mechanic, now, yours. Anakin belonged to you, nothing more, nothing less.
A collared pet.
“Come here, let me get a few photos of you both.” You stepped inside to get a camera before holding it up to your face. Anakin holds the lamb to his beating heart as you took a few pictures. He wasn’t sure what you planned to do with them, but he smiled, nonetheless.
With your hands on his waist, Anakin’s muscles tightened, his gaze on the Polaroids of himself. He looked different than when he last saw himself, nearly a stranger. “I’ll keep these safe with me, Angel.” You closed the small box that kept the photos and locked it with a small key; One of many around your charm bracelet. “Well, it’s getting late.”
“Yes! A- ahem. Good night, Ma’am!”
“As for mass tomorrow, I’ll be expecting you.”
“I won’t be late!”
After being dismissed, Anakin hurried across the compound and into his shared house. His sock covered feet pressed on the soft sod, leaving marks of his presence. Moonlight followed his shadow into the house. He took a breath, holding the soft animal in his hands. “I should give you a name.” Anakin whispered kindly as he tucked the lamb in bed, breaths against the top of its head. “’M not that good with names, ’m sorry, girl.” He paused, “Twig. I like that. You’re a bit on the leaner side anyhow.” He kept stroking the top of her head. “I hope I can sit up close during mass. The closer to her, the better.”
“Anakin?” One of his housemates pushed open the cracked door and peeked her head inside. “Where’d you go?” The girl asked while rubbing the sleep from her eyes.
“The prophet called me to the house.” He whispered.
Her eyes widened and she kneeled on the floor beside him, “W- what! Why? Did you do something wrong?”
Anakin shrugged as he started to come down from the high of being in your room for so long. “No…she gave me her.” He said with a nod in the direction of the lamb.
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a/n: thank you to the anon that made me repost this. I actually love this concept soooo much!!
𝐌𝐚𝐝𝐞 𝐭𝐨 𝐏𝐥𝐞𝐚𝐬𝐞
a/n: Anakin is 21-23 here, I just love his short haircut; I liked the idea of him staying on Tatooine after his Mother's death. Knowing him, he would've left regardless but please, let me fantasize in peace. 🤧
𐙚 Anakin Skywalker x Fem! Reader 𐙚 18+ MDNI
Summary: You are Anakin's close friend on Tatooine.
Warnings/contains: smut, p in v, best/close friends, friends with benefits, sexually experienced Anakin, Anakin doesn't leave Tatooine after his Mother's death, hand job, nipple play, alcohol consumption, sexual teasing, characters are 21+, NOT proof read yet-- english is not my first language!
Word Count: 2k // More on my Master list! + follow & reblog pls
“I need aluminum.” You said as you pulled off your head scarf; Grains of sand collected at your feet.
Although Anakin’s back was turned to you, there was no mistaking your voice. “Aluminum isn’t cheap. May I know why you need it?” Sparks flew from whatever he was meddling with, hunched over a low sitting desk. You made your way over to where he was and covered your face with one of his welding helmets.
“I’m…making something.”
He stopped what he was doing and raised his own helmet, “I could barely hear you, what was that?”
You did the same, “I’m making something.” You repeated shyly, picking at the skin around your nails.
Anakin looked about the space, then to the entrance. His jaw clenched at the sight of the sand you brought in. “Your curfew, Y/n.” His tone was set firmly.
“I’ll be quick if you are.” You waved a hand to his piles of scrap metal, messy and ruined, organized, nonetheless.
For years, Anakin has felt an obligation to you, felt as if whatever punishments you had to endure were his fault; whatever you needed, he had to supply. He dug through a pile in the far corner of his space before stuffing a bag full of scrap aluminum, unconsciously picking the cleanest ones for you. “Here.” He offered the bag to you; his bright eyes were wide as you took his cheek into your hand. Smooth, tanned skin glistened with sweat, bits of sand stuck to his person; it would take an eternity to get every grain off his body, but you were willing to do so.
You took a deep breath before pulling back, the bag of aluminum to your torso. “Good night.” You whispered. He smiled; his hands trembled as he slid them down his tunic. “…say it back.”
“Good night.” With that, you turned to leave. “Wait.” He stepped to you with something in his hand and paused, “Blue. I…think it looks very pretty on you.” You looked down at your attire before lifting your eyes to him.
“Thank you.”
The mechanic scratched behind his ear before offering a pendant on a simple silver necklace. “I don’t know what kind of stone it is. Seemed harmless when I got it.” You raised the jewel by its chain; the light of dusk beamed through, creating a few shapes on your beautiful features. “It’s for you.”
Anakin’s jaw went slack as you spoke, “Anakin, it is lovely.” With his assistance, the necklace rest against your bosom. You pulled him into a hug, the linen garments you wore felt cool against his hot skin. He took a breath as he faced the ceiling, trying his hardest not to inhale your scent.
Unaware of his struggle, you left a kiss on his cheek. His eyelids felt heavy as they sat low, stopping didn’t feel like an option as he backed into his desk. His lips were spread as he huffed, your allure intoxicated him. “Your curfew.”
“I am a servant, not a child.”
“They will punish you.” He murmured in the small space between your lips.
“I do not care.”
“You never do.” He pulled the scarf over your head and face. For a moment, you frowned. Anakin gave a woeful nod, “Go on.” The desert around his home began to cool as the sun hid the last of its light.
“Come with me.” He shook his head as you pulled him by the hand, “We can drink, play a game or just talk. They would never hear us in the servant quarters.” That hopeful smile you wore, that cute laugh was enough to coax him into following your lead.
“I will go with you, but I can’t stay long.”
He snuck around the side of the large home, examining the fence before climbing over. You left a candle ablaze in the window which he was supposed to sneak into. When Anakin spotted it, he stared for a moment before climbing into the room. You carried two bowls in your hands before kneeling at the small tea table.
“Are you hungry?”
“Thirsty.”
You ran your fingers over the metal hilt of his saber, each ridge and plating. Anakin was silent as he watched your gentle embrace. He’d never paid that much attention to his lightsaber, never cared enough. He chewed the last of his food before pushing the bowl across the table. “May I know why you…came back?”
“I can’t bring myself to leave her.” He gave a nod to the sand.
“Your mother.” Again, he nodded as moonlight streamed into the room from behind you. “…I’m sorry about what happened.” A pause. “I feel selfish for saying: I’m glad you came back.” He gave a hum, perhaps acknowledging what you were saying or even agreeing.
“Yes, quite selfish of you.” Anakin remarked sarcastically.
“On a serious note, have you thought of going back?”
“To The Order?” He kept his voice low, “No, they don’t need me.” Anakin gave his attention to the hand-woven rug beneath you both, picking at it mindlessly. You pushed the hilt of his lightsaber into his hand.
“Show me a trick.”
“I don’t know many.” Anakin smirked as you begged, your lips pouted. Reluctantly, Anakin raised his saber and watched the blue light ignite. “Ta-da.” You gasped, hugging your knees as you sat beside him.
“Is it heavy?” He shook his head, “Can I tou—”
“No.” Anakin took your hand from reach and guided it to the hilt instead. “Only here.” He gently overlapped your hands, your body between his legs, your back against his chest.
“Why does it hum?”
“Y’know, if I did more of my assigned readings as a Padawan, I’d be able to tell you.”
“Lie to me.” You shrugged, mesmerized by the blue light emanating in the dark room.
Anakin paused to think as you gave him your weight, his eyes on the top of your head. “My lightsaber hums…because it is constantly gathering energy from the force to maintain its power.”
“That’s believable.” You turned your head up to him; dark hair framed your flushed face. “I want you to stay.”
He chuckled, “I told you; I don’t plan on leaving Tatooine again.”
“I meant, leaving me tonight.”
“Why would I stay tonight?” He drew his thumb over the back of your hand.
“Because I want you here. Because I don’t want you to be alone.”
“I’m not alone. I’ve got R2…a- and I’m working on something new.” You put a hand on his thigh to which he soon followed with his. “I should get back before-“
“Before what?”
He let his fingertips run over the back of your hand, “Before I overstay my welcome.”
Your lips lingered by his neck as you nodded. “We wouldn’t want that.”
His breath caught in his throat, “Y- yeah.”
“May I give you a parting gift?” He gave a swift nod before your lips met the side of his neck, gently sucking. Anakin’s eyes shut as a few moans left his pink lips. Your tongue was soft as it dragged up the collum of his throat to the sweet spot behind his ear.
Anakin let the saber extinguish before he turned your body until he could cradle you in his arms; A hand on the back of your head to keep your lips there. “Keep~ going.” The man huffed as he drew you impossibly closer. You continued your breathtaking attack on his throat, leaving plum-colored bruises on his skin.
“Hold still.” A pent-up whine left Anakin’s mouth as time dragged slowly. Each pass of your fingers against his cock seemed to stimulate every nerve beneath his sensitive skin. His fingers twitched in your hair as your hidden palm jerked him inside his clothes.
A gentle bite was left on the shell of your ear, his breath warm against it, “Come closer.” Without a moment to hesitate, your thighs straddled his. “I love you.” Anakin’s arms wrapped around your waist, yours around his neck.
He basked in your scent as the cool desert breeze flowed into the room. He hadn’t recalled when you undressed, perhaps he did it himself, drawing up the linen to reveal your smooth and tanned skin. His thumbs taking a moment to embrace your hard nipples, his hands cuffed the soft mounds of your supple breasts.
Anakin didn’t hear you whisper that you “loved him more”, he didn’t need to hear it, he had felt the unconditional emotion for years.
His skin obsessed over yours, sweat-slickened and clinging to every inch he could find in the dark room. Persistent as he was, the tip of his cock pressed against your sopping pussy, “Take me…please.” Anakin whined once more as your thumb brushed his cheek. He guides your hips down, slowly taking every inch to fill your velvety cunt. “M- mhh!” Anakin leaned into your touch as he rocked his hips beneath you.
The knot in your stomach tightened, a welcoming pleasure. Your dear friend filled your cunt so deliciously, so perfectly, like a perfect puzzle piece. He kissed your neck patiently, each embrace even, countering each pass inside your perfect pussy.
You leaned deeper into him until he lay back on the rug. His paled eyes caught a strip of moonlight as you shyly rolled your hips, seeking the same pleasure he so simply gave you a moment ago.
His hands glide along your spine, you arch your back as goosebumps raised along the skin. Anakin’s eyes shut; his dark eyelashes shifted as he struggled to keep himself from grasping you tighter. The blue pendant around your neck rocked with every grind into your body, its metal glistening.
He wasn’t sure what made him pull you against him, a hand on the back of your throat as he raised his knees. Perhaps it was a primal instinct but that was the last thing on his mind as he bucked into your cunt, relentless and desperate. Desperate to please, desperate to go deeper.
Your gasps and stifled moans ensued an incentive: your orgasm. He couldn’t wait to feel it around his cock. Your perfect nectar would coat his manhood, your walls would tighten as would the rest of your muscles. And when you’d peak, a perfect plea would leave your lips. The sweat on your breasts and forehead would glisten with your exhaustion as your back arched away from him.
When he brought you there, you lay on your back, fingers lost in your own hair as he fit between your body, one foot over his shoulder. Your toes cured as he moaned deep inside of your mouth, his tongue tangled with yours.
“I love you.”
He stared at the ceiling as you lay on your side, your breasts left exposed as your hair decorates the cool pillow. “I’m sorry for leaving you here.” His hand tightened on your hip; his skin still damp with sweat as he lay flat. “Do you forgive me?”
“Was this an apology?”
He nodded stiffly before turning to you. “Yes.”
“Then I forgive you.” The man let out a sigh and let his eyes close.
a/n: let me know if I'm spelling Tatooine wrong. I dont think so...
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𝐎𝐧𝐞 𝐍𝐢𝐠𝐡𝐭 𝐒𝐭𝐚𝐧𝐝
a/n: according to my stats, you all LOVE younger Anakin x 20-30 y/o fem so here you are. Tell me if you all are tired of me writing about parties/digital fun!! it's all I can write with summer being here and all.
𐙚 Anakin Skywalker x Fem! Reader 𐙚 18+ MDNI
Summary: Anakin goes to a rave for his eighteeth birthday.
Warnings/contains: bondage, smut, p in v, Anakin loses his virginity to you, sexually experienced y/n, Anakin is 18, Y/n is 20-30, male nipple play, alcohol consumption, mention of drug use (not Anakin), sexual teasing, NOT proof read yet-- english is not my first language!
Word Count: 2.7k // More on my Master list! + follow & reblog pls
For his eighteenth birthday, Anakin snuck out. Instead of retiring to his room for the night, he hid in the bushes of the Jedi Temple courtyard; when enough time passed, Anakin drew his hood and took his Master’s landspeeder to the nearest skylane. From his pant pocket, he took out a torn page from a magazine. On the page was a messily written address. “…gi’kira…SL7…”
Anakin took a deep breath and kept the vehicle steady as excitement coursed through him. Every second was like an eternity until he reached the club. He placed his lightsaber under the front seat and covered the Jedi insignia on his ID with a blue sticker. Hopefully they’ll believe it. Anakin could feel the bass in his chest as he stood outside with other young creatures from across the galaxy; he couldn’t wait another moment; he stepped slowly to the club entrance as to not draw attention. Sure, there was a line, but it didn’t take long before he stood in front of the bouncer.
The man stared down at the boy who hid his face in the dark shadow of his hood. He grabbed Anakin’s chin and lifted it to the beam of his flashlight. Anakin’s dark pupil shrunk, and his blue eyes turned an icy white. The man glared at the photo on his card. “Alright kid.” He huffed, lowered the flashlight and gave him back his ID. “Come in. I’d ditch the cloak, it’s hot in there.”
“T- thank you.”
“Next, c’mon!”
The club pulses with electricity, a kaleidoscope of color and sound. Neon strobes slice through the thick haze—pinks, blues, and greens flicker like lightning across sweating skin and moving bodies.
People are everywhere, some packed in groups, others grind in couples, some alone—dancing, lost in the music, their faces lit by LED wristbands and the glow of blacklight paint. A mist cannon bursts over the crowd, cooling the heat rising from the mass of writhing dancers.
Anakin could smell the mix of perfumes, sweat and alcohol in the air as he took off his cloak, losing it to the crowd. At the center, the DJ looms behind a wall of decks and digital screens. A few nude creatures dance on the bar top as well as other platforms around the large club. Anakin smirked; his gaze lingered on the curves of the women. Above the center of the room, an enormous disco ball spins slowly, splintering light like shattered glass, while lasers trace wild geometric patterns in the smoke-thick air.
Although some were nude, other’s topless— Everyone else is dressed like a fever dream—fishnets, faux feathers, small shorts, glitter-smeared skin in the shape of handprints, and glowing pacifiers suckled between mouths of inebriated creatures. It’s a sensory overload for Anakin; Time starts to blur.
He was flirted with, offered sex of all kinds, most with multiple people; From people that looked his age, he was offered pill after pill, sorts of smoking devices and drinks. “N- no, thanks.” He said each time. Some lingered and others went to the next customer. He rejected another advance and picked his head up. Across the room, he spotted you. Your body was coated in a layer of shining glitter, impossible to miss. You glowed ethereally in a bright pink wig and slingshot bathing suit, held perfectly on your nipples by the will of the Force. A headpiece rest on top of it all, which he came to realize meant that you were working here. A bartender.
You stirred the drink inside the glass and slid it over on a napkin to your customer, “For you, my love.” Anakin found himself leaning against the bar, taking glances at you. “You look sober, wide-eyed, that’s why they approach you, baby boy.”
He glanced up at you and pointed to himself. “Me?”
You smiled while mixing a drink in the cocktail shaker, your curves jiggled with every rock. “Yes, you.” You squinted for a moment and spoke softly across the bar, “Are you at least eighteen? I don’t mean to knock your fun if you’re here to explore but I can’t lose my job.”
A beautiful woman, a mesmerizing creature is so plainly speaking to him! Your voice perfectly deep and your eyes are alluring. He couldn’t think. Instead, he said the first thing that came to his head, “I- It’s my birthday!” He couldn’t help but beam.
“Awww, what year are you turning tonight?”
She’ll never be interested in me if I say I’m a baby. “Twenty-one.” You excitedly cheered for him which made the people at the bar clap and whistle as well--- although most were too inebriated to realize what they were celebrating.
“You’ve got sucha’ baby face.” You touched his cheek, “Happy birthday!”
He blushed, holding his chest. “Thank you! You’re very kind.”
“Here, have a drink on me.” You made him something light. You could tell by the way he looked at the arrangements of alcohol on the wall that he didn’t know his drinks. “It’s mostly juice.” He nervously picked up the drink and took an elder-like sip. “How is it?”
“D- delicious. Did you put any alcohol in here?” He joked as he finished the drink in a few gulps.
“Want another?”
Time began to fly. Before long, he leaned across the counter, his forearms on the bar top as you rest your face on your hand. “What’s your name?”
Should I lie? No…I should stop lying. “Anakin.”
“Do you want to come home with me?” You asked as his lips gently embraced yours. His will faltered as the curves of your breasts pressed on his. Even tipsy, he felt bad for lying to you about his age! Beyond that, he couldn’t go home with you! It’s against Jedi code. Celibacy is… You held his soft blonde hair as your lips dominated his. Celibacy is the most important… Your tongue grazed the inside of his mouth to test the waters before you sucked on his bottom lip. Celibacy. It’s so important. Obi-wan said It’s important. Celibacy? Celery? Your opposite hand cuffed his neck, and he moaned into your mouth. Your kiss intensified, tongues tangled inside both of your mouths, the sound of saliva and sweet groans hidden under the sound of the pulsing beat and intelligible lyrics.
“…yes.” Master’s landspeeder. I can’t leave it. “W- we can take my-“ He dangled the keys, and you took the rattling bunch into your hand. He couldn’t lie; this past year has been hell trying to keep his cock in his pants. It seemed every second of the day, he was drowning in his own hormones; his lungs filled with breaths he couldn’t exhale. Would it really kill him? It’s just one night! His birthday!
He lie back on your soft covers as you dangled a bunch of ribbons in your hand. Your thighs straddled his hips, just nearly pressed your clothed pussy on his erection. “W- what’s that for?” Anakin was a different kind of virgin. He’d never known of sex in its entirety. Pornos? No. Masturbating? No. He couldn’t even tell you the name of what’s between your legs, let alone his.
But he had to keep up the act. “Tying you up.”
Tying me up? Why? Are men not allowed to touch women during sex? Is this a female mating ritual? “I don’t want you to get pregnant.” His heart raced as he stared in your eyes.
“What?” You tilted your head. “We aren’t fucking raw.”
“Oh ok.” What does that mean?
You laughed and began to undress him. He felt as though a magnifying glass was put to every cell on his body. His breathing sped as you ran your hands down his toned abs, leaving goosebumps in your wake. “What do you do for work again?”
“Service worker.” All his brainpower was gathered in his cock. Technically, it wasn’t a lie, but he could feel that you barely believed him. Anakin’s eyes ran down your curves, glitter scattered around the bed and on his skin in the dark room. His eyes suddenly locked with yours as you began to tie him to the headboard.
As you began to loop the tight ribbons around his ankles, a glare on your plump ass that rest on his leg. “W- so I can’t move?”
“Preferably.” He looked up at his bound wrists and quickly, his eyes were covered. You leaned deep over him, although he couldn’t see your nude body, he could feel the warm swells of your breasts on him, your hard nipples against his.
He strains against the ropes, testing the limits of his restraints, but they hold fast, keeping him pinned and helpless. The realization that he's completely at your mercy, that you can do whatever you want to his naked, exposed body, sends a shiver of excitement and arousal down his spine.
Your lips met his in a hungry embrace, your pillowy breasts like no other sensation. His cock throbbed beneath you, pre-cum leaked on his stomach and down his shaft. I don’t even know your name. Touch me; taste, lick, bite me…please me. Give me anything, I’m starved, malnourished. He groaned into the kiss, refusing to breathe as the pent-up passion flowed from every pore.
He’s never needed something, someone, more in his life. Your tongue explored his mouth as it did in the club; he tasted the sweetness off your tongue as his tongue lewdly circled yours. His hands clench into fists; something primal that lingered in him needed to feel you in his hands, this wasn’t enough. “Let me touch you…” His voice raspy and dry as he bucked his hips up needily. Never had Anakin felt so desperate, hungry; it was torture that he couldn’t see your beautiful features from this blindfold.
“No~”
His hips jumped at the feel of your sticky, and warm pussy as you grind on his shaft. “W- hmp!” He shuddered as the wet folds slide along his shaft, your juices coating his dick. Instinctively, his hips buck up to the rhythm, “W- what is that?” He bit back a moan, his voice cracked uncontrollably.
You chuckled, and figured the young man was teasing, “My pussy.” Pussy? Is that code for something?
“It feels so good…” He pants heavily as he hears the sound of a condom wrapper tearing. What was that sound? Is she eating? No…The anticipation is killing him, making his heart race and his skin prickle with excitement. His fists clench at the feel of the soft condom that slipped on his shaft. The cockhead caught on your entrance and slowly, your body sank down on his length. “A- ah!” Anakin whined at your pussy’s grip, your hands on his sides. His hands clenched as did his jaw.
“Are you ok?” You cuffed his cheek in your hand.
“Yes, I’m fine. You’re just…perfect.” Your tight walls stretched to accommodate his thick shaft. You felt him fill your insides, engulfed in the heat of your core. “Fuck.” Anakin cried out as you began to ride his cock, his head fell back into the pillow.
Scattered and breathy moans left your lips as you rode him harder, the squelch of your cunt was so disgustingly lewd, he couldn’t help but sink into the rhythm. You turn around in reverse cowgirl, your hips slammed down onto him. This new angle sent shockwaves of pressure to his core. For sure, he’d be limping tomorrow. “Don’t fucking finish.” His body went rigid and tense.
“A- ok!” His nails scratched the wooden headboard, leaving proof of your euphoric sex. Anakin pulled his right leg until the ribbons tore under his strength. He bucks his hips up to meet yours, driving his cock deeper into your perfect, fluttering cunt. “Don’t stop~” You were surprised to hear his plea seeing as how he was already pulsing, ready to cum inside the condom.
You leaned forward; your ass thrown back on him as you took his cock. He was ready to explode inside of you, but you warned him not to cum! The blindfold slipped from his eyes due to the constant movements. Your perfect ass jiggled with each of your controlled strokes. Inside of your wet folds. That’s a pussy! Upon hearing his virgin whimpers, you looked back at him and watched his helpless expression, “I- I can’t~”
Anakin can feel his own climax building, the pressure in his balls growing more and more intense with each passing second.In an instant, you pulled his cock out. “No.” Anakin could feel the pressure he was chasing leave his hot cock and sink back to his core.
“Please, don’t stop.” You pushed the blindfold off his face and straddled his hips. He watched as your head lowered to his chest; your tongue circled his pink nipple. “O- oh!” Such pleasure went straight to his balls as your warm mouth suckled on the sensitive nipple. Your fist began to stroke his cock as you flicked and kissed his other tit. Anakin whined as his climax began to rise once more.
The feel of your breasts on his abs, hand on his shaft and ministrations on his pecs were enough to make him moan like a bitch. “’Want me to finish riding you?”
Yes! “Yes.” You prowled over him, letting your pussy guide his cock inside of you again. Anakin's balls draw up tight to his body, his orgasm building to a crescendo deep in his core. He's never felt so much pleasure, so much intense, overwhelming sensations at once. It's like a tidal wave crashing over him. Anakin cries out in ecstasy as your passionate lips kissed and your tongue swirls around his nipple, the wet heat and sensation sending electric shocks straight to his throbbing cock. His back arches off the bed, pressing his chest tighter against your mouth as you suckle and lick at the sensitive nub.
You swirled your hips in circles and with a final, high-pitched moan, the young man filled the condom with his white load. His eyes fell back in his head while the tense ball of pleasure unwinds ever so slowly.
You chuckled. He faded in and out of the intense moment; he stole a glance at your glittered body, a pearly smile flashed as he gasped for breath.
Morning light began to stream into the room through the open blinds. He sat up in bed, loose ribbons around his wrists and a sheet pulled over his crotch. He felt the heat of your body as you lay over his side, your arm stretched over him. His spikey hair stuck up to the ceiling as he turned to the mirror. His tanned skin was covered in glitter in the shape of stars and octagons covered his body. He slipped out of bed discreetly and tried to get as much glitter off before dressing. He felt around for his… “Lightsaber,…shit! Where did I put it?!” You rubbed your eyes and sat up in bed. His eyes traced your nude curves as he stuttered, “Y…you. Uhm, I had a great night!” From your bedside, you tossed his ID across the bed. “Oh…” When he passed out last night, you found the card on the floor.
“Eighteen.”
“Sorry.” He gulped. “Have you seen my cloak?”
“You didn’t come here with one.”
Anakin felt his throbbing migraine and started to recall the events from early in the night. “I- I’m sorry. For lying and leaving…but I have to go!”
“Where are you-“ Before you could say anything else, the young man left the room and dashed to find his Master’s landspeeder. “Hm. Anakin…”
At the temple, Anakin discreetly walked to his room; there, Obi-wan waited in his room. He froze in the corridor, “Where were you?” A ribbon from his ankle peeks out from under his pants, glitter covered every inch of his body and littered his hair.
“At a surprise party.”
a/n: I plan to start posting my newest series later this week. I doubt many people will read this little spill but it's about if Anakin was stopped during Order 66 and you are his psychiatrist. I loveee red dividers sm!! Any excuse to use them, I jump up and down.
This fic is somewhat Inspired by "Tyrant" by Beyonce.
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Leon is suffering from the heat too 🤭 I'm so hot I can barely draw…
𝐓𝐨 𝐃𝐚𝐝𝐝𝐲
a/n: Happy father's day to Anakin! His canon daughter is Ahsoka idccc what ppl say.
𐙚 HUSBAND Anakin x WIFE Fem 𐙚 || 18+ MDNI
Summary: Father's day morning with your husband.
Warnings/contains: Slight DDLG, Daddy kink, Anakin mid 40s, Reader in her 20s, smut, face fucking, hair pulling, choking, proof read-- english is not my first language!
Word Count: .8k // More on my Master list! + follow & reblog pls
Anakin sat up in bed and rubbed his eyes, met with streams of sunlight on his tanned face. He smiled as you pranced to the bed where he sat with his thighs spread, hands on either one. “What’s this, Sweetie?” He asked as you took a seat on his lap, a glittered, handmade card at your fingertips.
Your pajamas slightly wrinkled and hair still a curly mess from bed as he began to pet you gently. Hesitantly, you offered the card to him. “For you.”
He opened the card with one hand, the other still in your hair, “Oh my…you are very talented, baby.” He smiled at the messy drawings of you both and attempted shapes made with glitter glue. “Your handwriting is beautiful.”
You blushed, holding your hands over your mouth as he finished reading the card. “Happy Father’s Day!” Anakin adored your pink cheeks with kisses, his arms slipped around your waist.
“Thank you, baby.” Your lips met his in a gentle kiss; his forehead against yours as your tongue piercing grazed the inside of his mouth. His eyebrows quickly shot up; eyebrows wrinkled with confusion. You giggled before showing him the new addition to your body. “You have the prettiest little mouth.”
You ran your tongue over the top row of your white teeth. “Would you like to feel it, Daddy?” He nods through breaths as you pulled at his wasitband. Now on your knees, you gazed up at the man who stroked your cheek.
Anakin lets out a sharp hiss through clenched teeth as your piercing grazes the sensitive head of his cock. “Fuck…” You worked your tongue in circles at his opening, pumping a fist at the base of his thick cock. “Careful, baby.” He warned before letting his body relax back on the bed. Despite his warning, he made no move to pull away, instead pressing his hips forward slightly, rubbing the tip of his cock against your soft, plump lips.
You made eye contact with the man, almost admiring his handsome face. Your goal, as it was every day, is to please him. To show him how grateful you are for all his sacrifices; for loving you endlessly and fucking you right. The brawny brute smirked at your distracted adoration.
You inhaled the scent of his cock as your head bobbed on his cock, saliva slipped lower on his shaft with every stroke inside of your tight throat. “Nghh~ that’s it, baby.” He hisses through clenched teeth, his grip on your hair tightening. Anakin’s hips start to rock slightly, pushing more of his hard length into the warm, wet cavern of your perfect mouth. “Keep your head down.” Anakin’s voice is a low growl, his breath coming faster as he loses himself in the pleasure of your skilled mouth.
“I- s- sorry.” Anakin’s eyes narrow at your muffled apology reaches his ears, your words garbled around his throbbing cock. Tears spilled down your face as he fucked your face gently, pumping in and out.
He can feel your throat constricting, can hear the lewd sounds of your gagging filling the room, but he doesn't let up, too far gone in a sea of pleasure. “Show daddy how happy you are to have him home, baby.” He uses two bundles of your hair to pull your head further down, forcing your nose against his groin as he hilts himself fully in your throat.
Anakin lets out a guttural moan as he feels your throat spasm around his thick shaft, your body trembling as you struggled to breathe. "Fuck, you feel so good choking on my cock, baby." he pants, his hips grinding against your face. "This is where you belong.” He holds you there, pinned and impaled on his thick length, until he feels your struggles weaken, your body go limp in surrender. “There you go, baby…”
Your tongue’s piercing swirled around his length and made his cock jump. You twist your head, eyes turned up to him for validation. “T- that’s perfect, baby.” Anakin’s hips buck wildly, fucking your eager mouth as you work his cock with skillful sucks and twists. "Ohhh fuck, just like that you dirty---” He bit back the degrading words that tried so hard to slip from his mouth. “My pretty baby~”
He hilts deep and erupts, pumping thick ropes of hot seed directly down your throat. You pulled your head back with a cough, pumping his sopping shaft until more of his cum spews onto your face and in your dark hair. His body shudders and jerks as he rides out his intense orgasm, panting as he brought you closer.
You rest on your knees as he kissed your lips, tasting himself inside of your mouth. Anakin bit at your tongue and plump lips hungrily, doing his best not to hurt you. He pulled you up by your thighs onto his hips, bits of cum spreads from your face to his as he groped your ass.
a/n: small break starting now lol. I have too many ideas and so little time babes. I'll be back with a lot of fics.
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𝐓𝐡𝐞 𝐏𝐞𝐫𝐟𝐞𝐜𝐭 𝐒𝐭𝐞𝐩𝐬𝐢𝐬𝐭𝐞𝐫
a/n: Hiii, I've been away on vacay!! My birthday is tomorrow!!
𐙚 OLDER STEPBRO Anakin x VIRGIN F! Reader 𐙚 MDNI
Summary: Comforting your heartbroken stepbrother.
Warnings/contains: modern au, dom! male, sub! fem, reader is 18-19, Anakin is 23-27, raw sex, multiple orgasms, creampie, crying/tears during sex, dirty talk, NOT proof read yet-- english is not my first language!
Word Count: 1k // More on my Master list! + follow & reblog pls
You crept into his bedroom and shut the door behind you. He was still sleeping, his body warm and still like a shirtless, snoring beast. When you climbed into bed against him, spooning his body, his muscles went ridged. With the familiar touch of your fingertips around his waist, Anakin relaxed, slowly melting into your embrace.
His hand draped over yours and captured it in a tight grasp. The room was quiet as he turned his head to the side, his dark hair brushed against your face. You remained quiet as his blue eyes observed your beautiful face. His eyelids puffy from a night full of tears and exhausted pleads through the phone. His voice hoarse as he spoke, “…she left me.” His cheeks pinked while you traced soft fingers over his nipples, exhaling onto his skin.
“I heard.”
When he spoke, Anakin’s voice was rough with emotion and lack of sleep. The words are pushed out from between clenched teeth, as if speaking them causes him physical pain. “I…didn’t do anything wrong.”
You nodded, kissing his shoulder, “I know…”
“I don’t deserve this.” He rasps, his chest heaving beneath your palm. “She cheated on me! Twice! And I took her back!” He rolls over to face you, his eyes glassy as they search yours. Anakin’s hand comes up to cup your cheek, his thumb brushed at your skin.
“I’m so sorry. You were an amazing boyfriend. It’s her loss, Anakin.”
He nodded and turned over until he was spooning you. Your familiar warmth was enough to make him groan with content. He tightened his arms around your body, and kept you pressed against his chest. When he speaks again, Anakin’s voice is a broken, awed whisper. “You’re so perfect. Everything about you is…all that I could ever want.” He buries his face in your hair, his tears soaking into the soft strands as he clings to you like a desperate pet, “I love you, Y/n.”
“I love you too, Anakin.”
He gasped sharply as your ass pressed back on his morning wood. “I- I’m sorry.!” Your soft curves molded against his thin boxers and nestled his cock between your ass cheeks. “F- fuck.”
“Anakin, I want to make you feel better. Can I do that?”
Anakin’s hands massage to your hips, gripping them tightly as he fights the urge to grind against you. His voice is a strangled whisper, “Y/n, I’m- so fucking horny right now. I’m not thinking straight.”
“Use my body. I’ll make you feel better.”
His hips start to roll, the hard length of his cock sliding back and forth along the cleft of your ass covered only by lace panties. Anakin’s breath grows ragged, his fingers digging into the soft flesh of your hips as he finds a rhythm. “Fuck, you’re perfect.” He leans down, his chest pressing against your back, his lips brushed the shell of your ear. He whispers, “Can I fuck you?”
“Yes.” You said as he began to grind, his cock twitching on the soft flesh of your fat ass.
One of his hands slides across your stomach. It drifts lower, his thick digits dipping beneath the waistband of your panties to tease through the curls at the apex of your thighs. “ Thank you…” He rasps, his fingers finding your slick folds, stroking through them torturously slow. “You’re still a virgin, aren’t you?” You nod, your head on his pillow as he breathed onto your hair.
“Little kitty…” He nips at your earlobe, his teeth grazing the sensitive skin as his hand slips further into your panties, his fingers brushing against your swollen, aching clit.
Anakin’s fingers circle your clit, rubbing the pearl in slow strokes that send shocks of pleasure up your core. “You touch yourself like this, don’t you?” He can feel the heat of your wet pussy coating his fingers, your body's true reaction to his touch.
“Sometimes.” His other hand slides up, cupping the soft swell of your breast, his thumb and forefinger trapped your nipple through the thin fabric of your top. Anakin’s hips grind harder against your ass, the damp spot on his boxers growing with each thrust.
You pull your panties to the side and shut your eyes. Anakin follows suit, letting his thick cock spring free. The crisp blankets fold and tasseled from your movements, your bodies hidden under the veil. “Don’t wake up dad.” As he speaks, Anakin’s hard cock began sliding through your soft, slick folds, not quite entering, but teasing your swollen clit instead. Anakin whispered against your scalp, “Don’t moan…”
He positioned himself right at the entrance of your sopping cunt before slowly notching himself inside of you. His eyes fell back as his wet lips pressed on the top of your head. He begins to move his hips rolling in a steady rhythm as he makes good on his promise to fuck you.
Pull out. Don’t forget to pull out. Anakin coached himself.
Anakin’s hand comes up to cover your mouth, muffling your gasps and moans against his palm. Anakin’s voice is a low whisper in your ear, his words mingled with the sound of skin against skin and the creaking of the mattress. “Take it, take all of me.” His hand over your mouth tightened as tears slipped onto the pillow.
He could feel the bits of drool that left your mouth and seeped between his pale fingers. “Be quiet.” He hushed by your ear; a few hurried kisses were left against your ear. Anakin’s expression strained from the tight sleeve of your cunt; a few open-mouthed pants left him with each exhale.
From the force of his cock hoisted at your g-spot, you cried harder with pleasure. Anakin shut his eyes completely, swimming in your sensitive and spongy cunt. Pull out. Pull out. Anakin reminded himself he felt your walls clench him with a deadly pulse straight from your core. You came on his dick, eyes rolled back into your skull as he clenched your mouth, fingers digging into your soft cheeks.
He buried his face into your shoulder, his weight slumped against you as he bottomed out inside. A deep, choked rumble left his throat as he bit down on the flesh of your shoulder; Fingers found both of your nipples, holding them in a pained ministration. “Fuck me.” Anakin said lowly, his cum coated the inside of your womb.
a/n: thx for reading!! Happy birthday to me!
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𝐇𝐨𝐧𝐨𝐫 𝐑𝐨𝐥𝐥
a/n: Aggghhhh I love dilf anakin with all my heart. Closing my eyes and pretending I found a clear photo of older hayden <3 lol.
𐙚 DILF PROFESSOR! Anakin x GF! Reader 𐙚 MDNI
Summary: Study date with your professor.
Warnings/contains: Student x Teacher, dom! male, sub! fem, reader is 20-25, Anakin is 40-55, established relationship, older man, older anakin, oral sex (f! rec), public sex, library sex, marking, hickies, NOT proof read yet-- english is not my first language!
Word Count: 1.5k // More on my Master list! + follow & reblog pls
Anakin walked through the thin aisles of the silent library. A stack of books from his belt up to his chest rest in his hands. On top of the stack were a few archival newspapers on disks. He approached the study nook you cornered yourself in, earbuds in as you listened to a previous lecture from your phone recordings. A single lamp shone on the table in the dim library. “I found everything off the list.”
You pulled an earbud out and smiled, “Perfect.” He spread the books out on the table and offered the disks to you. You checked your watch, “In record timing too.”
“I’m getting good at this.” He whispered back and sat beside you. “What unit are you on, baby?”
“Seven out of thirteen.” You said softly as he found the corresponding chapter in two of the thick books. “Thank you.” You held his jaw and kissed it.
“Would you like me to bring you food?” You shook your head.
“I want you here with me.” He rubbed your thigh and tucked his hand between the warm clasps.
“Should I just sit here and look pretty?” He kissed your giggling mouth and turned you back to your studies. “I know you’ll pass with flying colors but study…” You bit your bottom lip as his thumb grazed your slit from over your cotton shorts. That was enough motivation to pick up your pen and continue your notes.
Only a few more units and this will be over. Whispering in this library will be the death of me. I suppose it’s worth it…but damn he looks good tonight. You wrote theses mindlessly; your opposite fingers ran over his between your thighs. “Am I distracting you?” He asked softly as he leaned. When he tried to pull his hand away from you, you clung tighter, your nails sunk deeper on his skin.
“No. I’m focused, I promise.”
“How about…” Anakin picked you up by the hips and placed you on his lap. “this?” He gently pats your thigh and rubs it smoothly. You leaned forward on the table and continued your work. The warmth, the closeness of him was surely distracting but you’d never admit it, he’d move you off his lap. His fingers traced the patterns of your sweater, sending chills down your spine. Naturally, you flexed your tailbone. “Relax…” He whispered past your ear, a warm exhale followed. He pushed a few hairs away and rests his head on your shoulder while reading your notes.
UNIT 8
Topic 1: Atomic Structure
Subatomic Particles…Protons, Neutrons, and Electrons; their relative masses and charges…determine the number of each in an atom given its atomic number and mass number...sketch of the atomic structure…Bohr model…
His attention was soon drawn to the vibrant purple and blue bruises on your neck, markings of memories from the nights before. Every few inches, layered on top of each other. Usually, you didn’t mind them but due to the quantity, you decided to wear a sweater that concealed them. He found your attempt to hide his signatures on your skin amusing. You tapped your pen on the textbook as you read.
Topic 2: Isotopes
…isotopes…they differ in neutron number…calculate average atomic mass. Examples of common isotopes of elements like carbon or uranium…
You leaned your head back on him and sighed. “Are you getting sleepy?” His voice soft as his hand overtook yours and continued to write from the textbook; the other enjoyed the feel of your side from beneath your sweater.
Topic 3: Electron Configuration
…electrons are arranged in energy levels and sublevels, using the Aufbau principle, Hund's rule, and the Pauli exclusion principle…of electron configurations for various elements.
You watched his hand as it guided your own, his handwriting was much larger than yours, every word purposeful and just important as the last. He took his time sketching the models on the side of the page; he used the side of his finger to smear the ink and create a shadow. “You’re good at that.”
He smirked without looking up. “Thank you. I usually only sketch landscapes.”
“I didn’t know that.”
He shrugged and began to crosshatch on the electrons, rubbing your side with gentle fingers. “Believe it or not…I am more than a tired old professor.” He chuckled as you kissed the scar over his eye.
“Wouldn’t have guessed.” You said sarcastically, tracing a finger along his soft wrinkles while he finished his sketch. “Don’t you have the answers for the test?”
“No, no, my specialty is astrophysics. This is…”
“Too amateur?”
“I’d never describe anything that you do as amateur.” The man smirked, proud of his own innuendo as he took the weight of your ass on his crotch.
“I’m flattered. Any other talents you want to show me?”
He raised his eyebrows for half a second, a smirk on his lips. “Well, Sweetheart, I think you know all of them.”
“All? Are you sure?”
Anakin wrapped both his arms around your waist when your voice lowered a pitch. “I’m quite sure. Would you like to test that theory?”
“I would like to.” His cybernetic fingers danced against your soft slit through your shorts.
UNIT 9
Topic 1: Ionic Bonds
…ionic bonds…they form between metals and nonmetals through electron transfer…predict the formulas of ionic compounds. Examples of ionic compounds and their properties: high melting point, conductivity…
His head nuzzled against yours as his thumb drew down the fabric, revealing your vulva. "Pretty girl..." You agreed as he kissed your flushed cheeks and blushing lips. “Finish the unit and we can go get something to eat.”
Topic 2: Covalent Bonds
…define covalent bonds… they form through electron sharing between nonmetals, and…different types of covalent bonds (single, double, triple)…covalent compounds and their properties would be useful…
“I’m not hungry, I’m sleepy.” You whispered to Anakin, eyes flickered between both his.
“Really? You don’t sound sleepy.”
You held onto his biceps, using his stubble to scratch your cheek. “I want to be in bed with you. I’ll say whatever to get me there.”
“You know just how to do it.”
Topic 3: Metallic Bonds
…metallic bonds…they result from the delocalized electrons in a metal, and correlate this to the properties of metals (malleability, ductility, conductivity)…
“Anakin.” You mumbled rather to yourself as he buried his head between your thighs. His body was beneath the table as he held your legs. “Fuck…” A moan slipped from your mouth as his warm tongue circled your clitoris. Your thighs tightened and raised in shock.
His head was between your tanned thighs, his hair frazzled from his efforts as he suckled on your firm clitoris. You could feel your womanhood throb with need upon feeling those sensations. “Shhh.” He softly reminded. You held the back of his head, keeping him still. His tongue was quick and skillful as it played in your pussy. His thumb gently held up the hood of your clitoris; barely moving. Your thighs trembled; an unsure panting left your lips as you looked around for students.
Quickly, you dimmed the table lamp and held a palm over your mouth. Anakin moaned back as your warm walls engulfed his tongue. His nose pressed against your clit; his lower face now wet with your mess. Anakin kept his eyes shut, imagining your face, construed with pleasure as two of his digits slipped into your cunt. Your fingers tore into the upholstery of your seat. His tongue lapped and sucked on your clitoris as his fingers curled deep inside of you. The pads of his fingers pushed up onto your sensitive spot with robotic ease.
You felt yourself climax over his fingers, however, he continued. Your cunt pulsed with pleasure. “Study, baby.” The man muttered as he suckled softly on the center of your clit.
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𝐍𝐚𝐢𝐯𝐞! 𝐀𝐧𝐚𝐤𝐢𝐧 𝐱 𝐅! 𝐂𝐮𝐥𝐭 𝐋𝐞𝐚𝐝𝐞𝐫.
Please pick me. You weren’t a scary leader, instead charming and warm. Something like a kiss from the sun or an embrace from God herself. All he could see were your dilated pupils as you cuffed his cheek in your palm. Fuck me.
“Anakin.” His name tasted sweet in your mouth like an inressitable dessert, “Anakin, nothing you’ve done has gone unnoticed.” Praise. His eyelids lowered as he bit his lip. Call me the name. Say I’m yours. “He will be my Angel.”
A/n: Should I make this a series? Might be a long one but comment if so.
𝐓𝐡𝐞 𝐁𝐚𝐜𝐤𝐰𝐨𝐨𝐝𝐬 (𝐑𝐚𝐰𝐡𝐢𝐝𝐞)
a/n: Request is here! This was so fun to write and I think you can tell from the word count! Enjoy!! EDIT: (Only watched Life as a House bc of my moot, @hellokittyyloverrrr thank you love. Mwah.)
𐙚 James x Fem! x Sam 𐙚 || THREESOME || 18+ MDNI
Summary: The Kelly's spend the Fourth of July at your farm.
Warnings/contains: James Kelly is Sam Monroe's father, southern AU, cheating, threesome, public sex, raw sex, smut, p in v, oral sex (f +m rec), sexually experienced y/n, established relationship, Sam Monroe is 19, Y/n is 25-30, James is 40-45, LOTS of alcohol consumption, smoking etc, sexual situations, edging, dirty talk, humiliation kink, slight breeding kink, cucking and more.
Note: proof read but-- english is not my first language!
Word Count: 6.1k // More on my Master list! + follow & reblog pls
You held your hips as you spoke to your husband, seemingly an argument from where James stood. He leaned forward on the hood of his truck across the road. A cigarette between his lips as his knuckles rest in the tuck of his opposite hand. You looked annoyed as you raised something in his face. “…son of a fuckin’ bitch!” You yelled. Your husband pulled whatever it was from your hand and tucked it into his pocket. “I hate you!”
“Ya don’t hate me, woman! Get your ass in the house and stop makin’ a scene!”
“Fuck. You.” You said loud enough for the nosey neighbors to hear before raising a single middle finger.
James exhaled smoke as you climbed into your white truck and slammed the door shut. Your husband chased you down the lawn as you left the driveway with a screech of the tires. James waved towards you. “’Mornin’.” He called towards your husband who looked stressed as usual.
The man sighed, “G’mornin’, Kelly.” You sped off with the wind in your hair before pushing a CD into the player.
“How’s the Missus?” He asked with a smirk while lighting another cigarette.
The two met in the middle of the paved road, “Paranoid per usual.” Your husband sighed and watched the truck swerve around the corner and disappear from sight.
“Is that so?” James took a deep inhale before chuckling, “’Bout time God laid this problem to rest, ain’t it?” Your husband jokingly tapped his watch. “How ‘bout I talk to ‘er?” James smirked, a prideful look on his face while your husband scratched his dark hair.
“I dunno. She’s a bit wild, you know that.” James thought of your sun kissed complexion and untamed hair; those fierce, large brown eyes that seemed to capture the little details of any man; that slick mouth that could gather a girl in seconds.
“One of ‘em rawhide girls, sure is.” James nodded and looked at the house across the street, “M’guessin’ she’s at the mart.” An eyebrow raised as he tilted his head.
“Mhm, talkin’ up her lil’ friends.” James took the keys from his pocket and unlocked his truck door, “Hey,” James stopped in his tracks and turned, “Thank you, Kelly.”
“It’s my pleasure.” He gave a thoughtful look before driving towards town where you likely were. He took his time cruising as he thought of your attitude. Your husband couldn’t handle it most days, but James could. You were quick at the mouth, your words dangerous and rude at times but he loved every part of you. James liked to say you were ‘A whole lotta woman’: body, mind and words alike.
He parked outside of the mart and waited by the ice cooler. When you left the mart, your attention was drawn to the man who smelled of Marlboro reds and engine oil. “James.” You acknowledged him before slowly approaching. “What’d’ya want?” Your accent iced your fast words.
“Y’know why I’m here.” He smiled to your dismay and offered you a cigarette. You weren’t one to turn down free Marlboro reds. You placed the cigarette between your full, red lips and bent down some for him to light the end, “Yer givin’ that old man silver hair.”
You always found it entertaining when James made fun of the age difference between you and your husband. “He’s only 50-somethin''. He can take it.” You shrugged.
“Clearly…” He sarcastically remarked as his eyes flickered down to your breasts as they strained in that white cropped shirt.
“If ya’ came here to calm me down, yer’ late.”
“Really?” You nodded as you exhaled, “I don’t believe you.” He said softly while you looked past him.
“Think I give a shit?” Your attitude that you tried your best to contain, rose once more.
The man groaned as he hugged your waist with one arm as he guided you away from the doors of the mart, “What happened back there?” He lingered for a few moments, his hand on your back as his chest found comfort on your pillowy breasts.
“He came home at nine-fifty last night when his shift ended at eight!” James pulled away and drew from his burning cigarette when you raised your voice. “I know that fucker is cheatin’ on me again! I ain’t no fool, Kelly. I been sayin’ he’s got me bent!” You pointed an accusing finger as if directing your anger at James.
“You really think that?” His voice was happier than it should’ve been upon hearing such incredible news! Well, incredible for him.
“Fuck, yes.” You spat bitterly with a toss of your dark hair.
“Well, he’s insane for cheating.” James muttered as his eyes fell your curves. Even at eight in the morning, you looked stunning. Eyeliner, that he could swear you slept in, stained around your large, brown eyes. One of your husband’s ball caps rests on your head as you lit another one of his cigarettes. A pair of daisy dukes around your hips, the waist band folded over and unbuttoned to make space for your hips. “You should leave him.” You turned your attention back to James.
“Leave him?” A pause. You broke into laughter, holding your own hip. “I can’t leave him, James.”
“Why not? He’s cheatin’.”
“I love ‘em too much to leave. I’ll jus’ get my lick somehow.” You smirked; raspberry red lips stained by your favorite lipstick. James rubbed the back of his neck as you climbed back into your truck. He rests his arms on the open window.
You’d known James for only a few years. Him and his son, Sam, live across the way from you and have grown accustomed to your company. His son was what you’d call ‘a disrespectful, son of Lucifer’ or when you were feeling kind, ‘Lil’ perv.’ Sam kept to himself aside from when his father would rent him out to you for hours at a time. Whether it was working on your farm with the animals or house chores, he’d groan but complete each task given to him.
This weekend would be the fourth of July, and with you being the best baker in town alongside having the largest property, you’d been given many requests to host the celebration. Naturally, James became one of those many people, “So…can I come?”
“Come to what?”
“C’mon, woman, don’t make me look a fool.” You laughed in his face, holding your steering wheel.
“Alright, you can come. Bring that lil’ perv too.” James wore a large grin on his handsome face. Not only would he be given the chance to ogle your figure for a whole night, but he’d get to witness any drama that’s likely unfold between you and your husband and get the chance--- “Yer’ on beer duty. Bring a few cases and not that Busch light shit. This is a Stella Artois household.” He did a fake salute before you took his pack of cigarettes from his hand, “Thanks, baby.”
The man watched as you peeled off towards your house, likely to have some make-up sex with your husband or preoccupy yourself before the next argument. He ran a hand through his dark hair before his attention as caught by a familiar laugh. James tucked his hands into his pockets and walked around the side of the mart. There, Sam sat on the curb with an unfamiliar person, trading back and forth a joint. “Samuel.”
The boy looked up, squinting through furrowed eyebrows. James was close to grabbing him by the collar but held back. Sam stood and wiped his hands on his shirt. “Wanna keep it?” His friend offered the joint to Sam.
“Fuck off.” He murmured before climbing into his Father’s truck. James wiped sweat off his brow and stared down his son, “Grounded. I know, I know, ok?”
“Two weeks.”
“Two weeks?! I'm nineteen!” He groaned as his father started the car and drove back home. “That’s fucked.”
“Stop swearin’! Y’know what’s fucked? You bein’ a lowlife behind the damn corner store!”
The young man watched the fields beyond the window, homes and livestock littered the lot. “There’s nothin’ to do in this fuckin’ town!”
“You watch your damn words, boy. I don’t want to hear you switchin’ at the mouth again.” He took a breath and gripped the steering wheel tighter. “We’re goin’ to the L/n’s for the fourth of July.”
“I don’t want to.” He grunted, “…yer’ gonna make me anyway so whatever.” He slammed the car door shut and made his way up the porch steps.
“Damn right I will.” Sam found his housekeys and his father paused to feel the atmosphere for a moment. “Sam?”
“Yes?” He looked over his shoulder, the screen door between the two.
“No more bullshittin’.”
It took everything within the young man not to roll his eyes, “Sure.”
James held two cases of beer and Sam carried a small box of something be refused to show his father. The two approached your house through the open front door, the scent of smoked barbeque, cigarettes, and grass filled the air. Warm toned lights lit up the inside as well as the outside of the home. The sound of a few kids playing by the far stable, their laughs and giggles were drowned out by music, adults laughing and rushing wind. The Texas sun sat low in the sky, ready to take a dip below the sky within the hour.
James placed the beers on the back porch and began greeting a few neighbors. It didn’t take long before he found you, leaning on the white fence near the grill as your husband flipped ribs. A bottle in your left hand and a lipstick-stained cigarette between your fingers.
*For your attire, reference the header photo.*
Your arms went over your husbands’ shoulders as you smirked, “Welcome, Studs.” Your eyes switched between the father in a faded, black ‘Don’t mess with Texas’ shirt and black cowboy boots and his son in something identical.
As your husband spoke to the two, exchanging pleasantries and catching up, the two were clearly distracted by your body in the form-fitting short overalls. A catholic cross rest between your breasts from a gold necklace. “…yeah.” James loosely followed what your husband was saying as his eyes switched to you every few seconds.
Dark hair cascaded over your shoulders and left eye as you spoke, “I’m gonna get another beer.” James watched as you left; The way your overalls hung open by a zipper, putting your ample cleavage on full display, made his cock twitch in his pants. The shorts hugged your wide hips and the curve of your ass, showing off your shapely legs.
You watched as a few of the older kids placed the beer he brought into the coolers and took one from the very bottom. James couldn't keep his eyes from drifting down to your exposed chest, his gaze lingering on the swell of your breasts. He imagined leaning down and burying his face in your cleavage, motorboating your tits until he couldn't breathe.
“U-uhm,” Sam stuttered as your hips switched with every strut; your ass round and distracting.
James placed a hand on his son’s shoulder, “Samuel.” For a moment, the two froze as you smiled their way. The corners of your red lips lifted as the breeze blew through the dark strands of hair. “Sam, go keep yourself busy. Don't cause trouble, ya heard?"
Sam rolled his eyes, a habit that was becoming all too common. "Yeah, yeah," he muttered, trudging off with the box as his boots pressed in the soft grass. James watched Sam disappear into the crowded backyard, blending into the sea of people. He knew the sullen teenager would likely find a dark corner to hide in, probably with his headphones on, tuning out the festivities.
James stepped inside the house after he grabbed a cold beer from the cooler; he popped the cap off on the edge of the counter and took a long swig, relishing the cool liquid as it slid down his throat. James felt a stirring in his jeans as he watched you move through the crowd, greeting guests with a warm smile and a friendly word; a few unique swears left your mouth as you gossiped with a few friends.
He looked down to adjust his appearance some and in his view, a pair of dusty red cowgirl boots rest on either side of his. James turned his head up, the sweet scent of your perfume mingled with the smoky barbeque and cigarettes. “Need anythin’, Kelly?” He took another swig of his beer, his tongue darting out to lick the stray droplets from his lips.
“’M good for now, Darlin’.” He drawled; his voice low as you spoke closely. “I’ll be sure to come to you if I do.”
“Don’t hesitate. Yer’ ma’ guest after all.” He could feel his pulse quicken, sure that his erection could touch your leg if you moved any closer. You looked like a vision tonight, and he felt the urge to lap your legs up on the counter and spread you like a full course meal.
But he restrained himself. You’re in a house full of people from towns over and it’d be beyond inappropriate. He reached up and tucked a strand of dark hair behind your ear. “This hair all yours?” He wasn’t a stranger to you country girls and your love for extensions: Bigger, the better. But when it came to you, he could never tell.
“Belongs to me if I paid for it.”
“Ain’t wrong.” You smiled. “I got a request. Anything stronger than beer I could drink? I know you got a cellar.” His hand came up to rest on the counter beside your hip, caging you in slightly. The heat of his palm seeped through the thin fabric of your shorts, making your skin prickle with goosebumps. “Now, don’t lie, pretty girl.” You tapped your chin before slipping your hand into the tuck of his waistband. “Careful.” He said softly as you brought him closer to you in the room full of unassuming neighbors.
He was close enough now that you could see the flecks of gold in his blue eyes, could count the dark lashes that framed them. Close enough to see the sheen of sweat on his brow, the way his hair curled slightly at his hairline. He was a rugged, masculine sight, and you felt a sudden flush of heat between your thighs. “What kinda drink are you lookin’ to sip?”
“Whisky, neat.”
“Brown liquor?” He nods once. “Aged for how long?” He only smiled before he finished off the rest of his beer in one long swig before setting the empty bottle down on the counter with a clunk.
James reached out and took your hand, his calloused fingers intertwining with your softer ones. He gave a gentle tug, pulling you towards the side door. "Go on, sweetheart. I’m right behind.”
As you both stepped out into the warm summer evening, the sounds of cicadas and laughter weren’t far behind. James followed close behind you; his eyes glued to the gentle sway of your hips as you walked. The denim of your cutoffs hugged those beautiful curves like a second skin, and he could see the way the muscles of your ass flexed with each step. He felt a twitch in his jeans, his cock starting to stir to life stiffly.
As you descended the creaky wooden steps into the cool, dark cellar, James reached out and placed two hands on your hips, his fingers splaying across the soft denim details. He pulled you back against his chest, fitting your curves to the ridges of his body.
"Careful now," he murmured, his breath hot against your ear. "Wouldn't want ya to trip in the dark."
“What a gentleman.” You could feel the heat radiating off him, could smell the musky scent of his skin, tinged with cigarette smoke and beer. It was intoxicating to say the least. You managed to pull yourself from him and raise a large switch. The large cellar was soon lit by rows of warm, industrial brightness. “My husband’s ‘retirement fund.”
“Well, I wanna taste of what’s his.” He said as your hands wrapped around a bottle of Sir Davis bourbon. Red nails dragged along the top of the cap as you stared up at him with Whisky colored eyes.
“James…”
From behind a shelf aisle, Sam tussled his dark hair with a joint between his fingertips. He adjusted the denim jacket over his shoulders and froze upon seeing you and his father. His face went pale, cheeks slightly pinked. “…am I in trouble?”
“What’re’ya doing in here, boy?” James asked and stepped out from behind your curves.
Sam stuttered for a moment as he slipped the joint into his pocket. “Hell, I was-” He shrugged, “Organizing.”
“Organizing? Lil’ perv, I haven’t had you organize my cellar since December.” Sam sucked his teeth after you spoke. He wasn’t sure how he ended up in here after a few hits from the joint, but he could feel the clear tension in the air. He couldn’t tell if it was directed at him or not---
“I- I didn’t know anyone else was down here.” The young man bit his lip as he tried his hardest to pull his eyes from the model of a woman that stood with a bottle of whisky in her hands. “Just needed a minute alone.”
James snapped his fingers, “Ya had ya minute---”
“Wanna see somethin’ cool?” You asked Sam with a smile. His eyes switched between his father’s annoyed expression to your alluring one. He nodded at you.
James's brows furrowed as he turned his glare onto you, his grip on your hips tightening possessively. "[Y/n]." he warned, his tone low. "Don't go gettin' any ideas about my kid. He doesn't need to be learnin' any of your tricks."
“My tricks?” You laughed and held a hand over your bosom. “Lighten up, Jameson.” You purred and turned back to Sam with a warm smile. He drew closer to the island in the middle of the cellar. “See this here, boy?” You held up the bottle for him to see. Due to the aging, the bottle’s label was worn, some parts unreadable.
“Yes, Ma’am, I do.” Sam swallowed hard, his eyes flicking between you and his Father. He could see the way James was looking at you, could feel the tension crackling in the air between you both.
You opened a drawer behind you and took a drink smoker, aged orange peels and a few pieces of wood. “[Y/n].” James growled, “Ain’t sure this is a good idea.”
“What?” You shrugged and looked at Sam, “You’ve drank before. You let ‘em drink beer.”
“That’s different.” James snapped. He could care less about his son tasting the whisky. James wanted you to himself in this cellar! How did he even get down here?
Sam watched as you smoked wood chips and the orange peel into the drink to enhance the flavors. “I’m gonna drink it, Dad.” He said sure of himself as you poured three glasses. The two watched as you raised your glass and let the amber liquor slosh around in the glass.
The scent of the alcohol was strong in their noses as they both took a glass. The strong scent burned the inside of Sam’s nose as he inhaled the orange, and cherry wood undertones. “Cheers.” You said sweetly as you held up your glass for a toast.
The three glasses came together for a crystal ‘clink’. In the light of the cellar, Sam hesitated before taking a few sips. Each one sweeter than the last. James threw back the bit of alcohol and placed the glass down. “Fuck.” He hissed and glared at you. James, thought og ushering his boy upstairs and leaving you be like a good neighbor and father, and letting things be…but you made it impossible with that smile, those chestnut-colored eyes…
An hour later, you leaned on the wooden island, maybe on your fourth glass. James slumped against the wall beside you; his eyes bleary as he tried to focus on your blurry form beside him. You were laughing, a high, tinkling sound that echoed off the stone walls and mingled with the pounding of his ears. Sam was still there to James’s dismay, his pale face flushed, and his eyes glazed over, a stupid grin plastered on his face as he listened to your chatter.
James's tongue felt thick and heavy in his mouth as he tried to form words, to tell you to slow down, to be careful with his boy. But nothing came out right, his words slurring together into incoherent mumblings. He could feel a growing sense of uncertainty, a prickling at the back of his neck that told him this was a mistake, a huge fucking mistake.
He’d heard about you around the neighborhood. Before you got married, a Jezebel, a hussy, a minx, a slut--- the whole nine. He hadn’t cared too much until it came to his boy. James huffed. Well, Sam isn’t a little boy anymore. Sure, he’s nineteen but he still lives under his father’s roof. My roof. He ain’t goin’ to college anytime soon. Dammit, I’d miss him too much.
You beckoned Sam closer, the rattle of his spurs were heavy as he made his way over. You leaned close to Sam’s ear, your lips against the tanned skin while you giggled, whispering something. James tried his best to make it out but found it difficult with how loud his thoughts were. “[Y/n].” Your eyes flickered to James as your hand rest high on Sam’s thigh. Sam stared down at you with a mix of awe and fear, eyes wide.
“Yes, sir?”
“What’re’ya doin’?” He stepped closer to you; a hard rattle of his own spurs rang as he pushed you both apart.
“Showin’ him somethin’. Ain’t that right, Sam?” False innocence rang off your tongue.
Sam swallowed, his Adam’s apple bobbed in his throat, “Y- yes, Ma’am.” There was a tremor in his voice, barely noticeable as he held your hip.
“None of that.” James grumbled and pushed you both apart. You sighed and pulled off your husband’s trucker hat before tossing it onto the island countertop.
“He’s an adult.”
“You think I dunno that?” Your head tilted dramatically as you stared deeply at the man. “Don’t say nothin’ else.” He warned, pointing a finger at your chest. Your eyes lowered down the digit before you gently kissed the tip. Perhaps you really were a whole lotta woman, too much to handle at times. “Yer’ a slut.” You smiled, taking his finger into your mouth. You left your lipstick stains along his finger, hands on your knees.
Sam’s hand tightened on your hip once more as he watched your relaxed lips along his father’s forefinger. You pulled away and took the son’s belt buckle into your hand as you pulled him towards the back of the cellar. “…Dad.” Sam said breathlessly.
“Mhh, call for yer’ daddy.”
James cleared his throat. He couldn’t deny that you referring to him as ‘daddy’ made his cock jump in his pants. But this, this is indecent. He wanted you like no other. To take you to the floor and bury himself inside of your cunt until dawn but he couldn’t do this with his son right there! He stuttered your name before he managed out, “Y/n. C’mon, now. Yer’ husband’s lookin’ for ya. I’m sure of it.” He rubbed his neck.
You didn’t move from your place as Sam rest his lips on the soft skin of your neck; Instead, you reach for his father’s shirt and pulled him closer. “Kiss me.” Sweet as Louisiana bourbon, your voice rang in his head.
He placed two hands around your head, fingers sunk into the silky strands as he kissed your red lips. He melted onto your body as his whiskey breath mingled with yours. Your back pressed against a few rows of wine as the men pushed up on you. Sam fumbled with his buckle and with a sudden touch, your hand made its way into his jeans.
James’s tongue hungrily lapped at yours, his teeth took small bites of your bottom lip, messily consuming every kiss given. His fingertips pulled at the zipper to your overalls until your breasts left the confines of the denim.
His son's whimpers and moans filled the air as your hand worked feverishly over his cock, stroking and squeezing the hard flesh until Sam was bucking wildly into your touch. “You’re adorable.” You said though gasps as his father pulled you against his body, kissing your nipples.
Sam whined as he followed your expression. His whine dissolved into a low, drawn-out moan as your thumb swiped over the sensitive head of his cock, smearing the bead of precum that had leaked from the tip.
You placed a gentle hand on the back of James’s head, fingers sinking into his dark hair. James could feel his own cock throbbing almost painfully in the confines of his jeans, the denim straining against his aching erection. You pulled your hand from Sam’s cock for a moment and instead guided his head down to your left breast. “Oh wow…” You moaned as the two suckled and flicked their tongues on your nipples. Two is better than one.
"Fuck, your tits taste so fuckin’ good," Sam moaned around a mouthful of soft, pillowy flesh. He sucked harder, his teeth sinking into the tender skin as he bucked his hips in time with the strokes of your hand on his aching cock.
James dragged his tongue over the sensitive nipple before drawing it into his mouth, suckling greedily as his hand continued to knead and squeeze the plump flesh. The sensations of their hot mouths on your tits was enough to make you pant, your focus on their identical, cerulean eyes as they stared up at your dazed expression. Your body writhed between the two as they feasted, “Fuckin’ hell~” You whined dryly as your head hit the shelf.
“Got a lighter?” Your husband asked the man beside him as he crouched in the far pasture with the crowd of people. He offered the man his lighter and watched as the tail of the fuse spark. The few people pushed back as the firework shot towards the navy-blue sky. The sound was loud as it popped red, white and blue colors in the sky. “Alright, easy enough.”
“I’ve got more in the truck.” Your husband began to follow the man to the truck bed.
“Auntie, it sounds like guns!” A kid giggled, making play guns with his small fingers.
“It does, honey.” She nodded, pulling him along.
Your husband paused in the grass, hands on his hips, “Guns. Where’s that woman?” He pushed dark hair from his eyeline and squinted as he searched the crowd for your face.
You bent over an aging barrel, your hands on Sam’s hips as you sucked and slobbered on his cock. James could hear your muffled moans vibrating around Sam's thick cock as he buried his face between your shapely ass cheeks, his tongue delving deep into your dripping cunt. The taste of your sweetness flooded his senses, the slightly salty flavor of your sweat coated his tongue as he lapped and suckled at your slick folds.
Sam groaned, his fingers tangling in your dark hair as he fucked your face with short, sharp thrusts. "Fuck me…your throat is like velvet..."
James could only growl in response, the sound muffled against your fat ass as he feasted on your pussy like a man starved. He could feel your hips rocking back against his mouth, could hear your whimpers and cries growing louder and more desperate as he brought you closer to the edge. He slapped your ass firmly and watched as it reddened under his touch. “You like that, don’t ya’, rawhide?”
You groaned; saliva pooled on the top of the barrel and down your large breasts as you gagged on Sam’s shaft. “M- mhm~”
“Got a mouthful of dick now, don’t’cha, Rawhide?” James laughed as he unbuckled his jeans, boots apart in a firm pose. His throbbing erection had created a large stain of precum in his boxers. “Good girl.” He cooed as your pussy clenched with anticipation for his thick cock.
You whined as Sam filled your throat and kept your head against his crotch. You took deep inhales as your eyes watered. “It feels so good when you choke.” His eyes fell back in his head as you turned your head to the side. “Perfect…”
James held a handful of your ass and spreads your pussy some. He admired the sopping muscle as if it were calling his name. There was no doubt that your body had every curve he desired, he didn’t have time to doubt himself: if he could last in this juicy pussy or not. “You on the pill, rawhide?” You couldn’t get a ‘yes’ out as Sam smirked, bucking into your throat like a machine. James held himself in his own fist, guiding his cockhead along the folds of your hot pussy. He gripped your hips firmly and pushed one of your legs up to keep them spread.
Fireworks popped beyond the open cellar doors. Cheers and yells found their way inside the lower storage as you lay over the barrel.
With a heated thrust, James found his way inside of your pussy. Only half of his length rest inside of you as you whimpered, clinging to the wooden barrel. James started at a gentle pace; his eyes twitched from the feel of your perfect walls around his cock. Never had you been stretched like this, his cock like a punishment and a reward as he bucked his hips into your ass. James leaned over your back, his chest pressing against your sweat-slicked skin as he growled filthy words into your ear. "This fucking pussy belongs to me now, Rawhide.”
He punctuated his dark promise with a particularly hard thrust, grinding his pelvis against your ass as he buried himself as deep as physically possible. Your fingernails dug into the wood, creating sharp cuts along the mahogany. His shaft rubbed your g-spot as his cockhead roughly bucked against your cervix. “Don’t run from this dick, baby.” Your eyelids twitched as he spoke in your ear.
He could feel your velvet walls clenching and fluttering around his pistoning shaft, gripping him so kindly as he slammed into you again and again. James knew he was getting close, could feel the telltale tightening in his heavy balls, the way they drew up close to his body as his orgasm approached.
But he couldn’t cum. He wouldn’t because he refused to let you do the same.
He slowed his brutal thrusts, his hips rolling in a deep, grinding circle against your ass as he leaned down to growl in your ear. "No, rawhide.” You whimpered, your hard nipples brushing on the cold barrel. “Ya’ don't get to cum yet, ya’ filthy mare," James sneered, his voice a low, menacing rasp. "Not until I say you can." He reached around to roughly palm your breast, pinching and twisting your nipple hard enough to make you pull from Sam’s cock and cry out. “There you go, let me hear you.” He pulled your head back with a fistful of hair, his lips on your ear.
“M- mh! James~”
“It’s what ya’ wanted, right?” Your back arched with his thrusts; your pussy clenched in a futile attempt to slow his strokes. “Relax that pussy before I spank it.” You stuttered as you nodded. Dust and old bottles rattled and clattered from the force of his fucking, the nearby shelves creaking ominously. "Look at her, son," James growled, his voice ragged, "Look at this dirty slut, getting fucked like the whore she is." He punctuated his words with a particularly hard thrust, grinding his pelvis against your ass and forcing a sharp cry from your lips. "Getting’ used like a goddamn fuck toy, just like she was made for."
Sam stroked himself quickly as he watched your breasts bounce, your knees buckled, and your eyes fell back into your head. “Tell ‘em what you are, rawhide.”
“I- I’mma whore.” He could see your eyes rolling back, your tongue lolling out as you took the relentless pounding. The sight of you in such a state of desperate, cock-drunk bliss only turned the two on more.
“That’s right, baby.” James could feel his own release building, his balls drawing up tight as he fucked into your dripping cunt with short, sharp jabs. He was getting close, so fucking close, but he held back, determined to deny you the orgasm you were so desperately begging for. “Stop bein’ a pervert and finish this whore off.”
“Yes, sir.” Sam stumbled forward eagerly, gripping your hair and yanking your mouth onto his throbbing cock before you even had a chance to catch your breath. He hilted himself in your throat once more, his heavy balls slapping obscenely against your chin as he started to fuck your face with brutal thrusts. “I…I’m gonna cum.” Sam gasped out, his fingers tangling almost painfully in your hair as he forced you to take him to his dark bush.
You could only gargle as James took your wrists in his hands while you bent over. “Pretty little rawhide. You wanna cum, baby?”
A few whistles were followed by an arrangement of fireworks as they exploded beautiful colors into the sky. At the front of the house, a striped flag waved in the rough wind. Your husband sat on the side porch with a cigar as he listened to the sounds of your needy whimpers and moans.
James could see the desperate, almost feral look in your eyes as you nodded frantically, your throat working around Sam's pistoning cock. He could tell you were right on the edge, teetering on the brink of the most intense orgasm of your life. The way your velvet walls clenched around his deepening shaft told him everything he needed to know - this dirty girl was fucking gagging for it, absolutely aching to be allowed to cum.
"You keep fuckin’ that whore's throat, son. Don't you dare let her catch her breath." Sam groaned in response, gripping your head tighter as he tried to best to hold out his orgasm.
In an instant, James snarled in dark triumph as he felt your pussy clench and spasm around his pistoning cock, your release overtaking you despite his orders. You squirted sprays of your sweetness onto the floor of the cellar, your knees faltered under you, leaning on the men for support. “Like a fuckin’ bunny in heat...couldn’t keep from cummin’.”
“Why do you call her ‘rawhide’?” Sam asked before taking a swig or his beer.
They sat on the porch rocking chairs as the midnight breeze came in, “She’s a hard worker.”
a/n: will be my last threesome fic for a while. They are starting to enter my dreams...anyways, I hope you enjoyed! Thank you for reading.
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a/n: Request made by anon here! This was a fun concept babe. Thank you for sending it in. Mwah! (Didn't want to use a bloody face lol so torso it is.)
𐙚 Anakin Skywalker/Darth Vader x Wife Fem! Reader 𐙚
Summary: Vader's facial reconstruction surgery.
Warnings/contains: Fluff, original AU, relationship dynamics, mentions of death/near-death, mentions of blood/gore, proof read-- english is not my first language!
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Every step you took echoed in the empty halls. The train of your black dress swayed on the ground behind you. Nervously, you picked at the skin beneath your nails, not regarding the fresh manicure. Every breath you took was more stiff than the last; ‘in and out’ you reminded yourself as you stood outside of the medical bay. “…go inside.” You muttered to yourself.
73 Hours Before
You sat beside your husband, slowly feeding him as he faced the window. His eyes surveyed the planet beneath with cruel judgement in his eyes. You faced the opposite way, offering him a variety of fruits from the locals. “Here, honey.” He opened his mouth for your fingers. “Doctor Inu said it would be best for you to try the—”
“I…do not like…their food.” He said sternly through breaths.
“You like the fruit.”
“That’s different.” You stroked his cheek. He’s not fond of warm foods because it makes him feel rushed then disappointed when he can’t finish in an appropriate time. You knew this but every few weeks, you liked to offer. Your thumb ran over his skin; when you felt your eyes prick with tears, you always looked away. It would annoy him to see you cry over his condition-- “My right arm keeps stalling. It was hard to write yesterday.” His monotone words cut through your thoughts.
“I’ll tell the technician.” You lay your head on his shoulder and hold his waist from behind. He always felt neutral about your touches but today, he lay his hand on top of yours. “We are here by the fates, my dear. These Doctors mean well and soon you’ll—”
He shushed you and continued to watch the animals run in their herd on the field below. “Look.” He whispered. You watched with him as the foreign, strange and beautiful animals leaped over the small canals of water and rocks. The minutes ticked by and more animals passed, insects flew past the windows and his soldiers did their rounds around the home. “It’s…quiet.” You nodded, your eyes on his. “How long will we be here?”
“Two moons after your surgeries for proper recovery.” He nods once. Three soft knocks could be heard at the entrance to the bedroom. “I’ll speak to them.” He continued to face the window as he hid his face. You opened the door, your eyes were met with the head doctor of the facility and two nurses, “How can we help you?”
The head doctor smiled, “My Lady.” The three bowed and rose. “I wanted to inform you personally that the last of the emergency anesthetics has been delivered.”
“Thank you for letting me know.”
“May we confirm you and the Lord’s presence at 0800 tomorrow?”
You held the pendant of your necklace, “Yes, we will be there. Please be sure to keep the lights dimmed until he under the anesthesia and after the surgery.” They nodded in sync.
“O- of course, my lady! It’s in my notes.”
You dismissed them and stood in the corridor to observe your husband. Three years. Only three years have passed since you wed the Lord. The pendant around your neck rubbed against your fingers as you began to overthink the future. You wanted to be by his side throughout the entire surgery but even you couldn’t bear the thought of possibly losing him…and so soon. “…my pillow.” Vader looked around the bedroom for his favorite neck pillow. You went through the closet and found it before helping him lay back.
“You should really start keeping up with this thing.”
“It’s the help you hired.” He said gruffly, “They keep moving it.” You smiled and shook your head. “This is serious.”
“I’m sure it is, you grouch.” You lay beside him in bed and held his sides once more. His hand rose and planted on the top of your head. He gently pets you before laying back.
He would never admit it, but he feared death; more than anyone in the galaxy, he feared risks. Tomorrow’s surgery for his facial reconstruction has a risk of death. No greater risk than the other ones he has experienced over the course of the year but still…frightening. You could never place your finger on what it was that he felt. Never in a million years would you had guessed fear. Regardless, you soaked in the moments of affection he gave you; They were always short lived and quiet moments; now more than ever, you appreciated it.
Present
You let the sleeves of your dress fall as you stood outside the operating room. He wasn’t in there anymore, but you couldn’t bring yourself to walk past it and to his room. The nurses at the front desk watched your hesitation however they could never understand the predicament you were in.
You’d never seen his “first” face…of course you heard stories about who he used to be and descriptions of what he looked like, but it all became a blur in your mind; all mushed to one and rolled out.
“It’s room nine.”
“I know!” You spat bitterly at the nurse. She flinched from behind the desk and bowed her head. You didn’t mean to be rude…it wasn’t like you. “…as you were.”
You sighed deeply and bit your tongue, slowly walking into the dimly lit room. His hospital bed rests behind a sheer white curtain, the sound of machinery beeping filled the room. You shut the door behind you and stood on the opposite side of the curtain. You shut your eyes and listened to the sound of his exhales. “…thank the force.” You whispered.
“…[Y/N].” He called out softly with the sound of relief on his tongue. You drew back the curtain and stood beside him. A sad laugh erupted from your throat, “What is it?” You whimpered, holding your hands out to him, confused and unable to form a sentence. “[Y/N]?” His thoughts, and memories clouded by the anesthetics in his system.
“I’ I’m sorry.” Your eyes traced his delicate features… “May I?” He agreed and you lay on the hospital bed with him, your fingers lingered on his jaw, up to his nose…from his brow bone to his temple. His eyes narrowed and his lips pressed, “What is the matter?” You asked. You’re looking at him differently. The way your lips parted, and eyebrows were relaxed… your [E/C] eyes admired his in a warm, nearly sensual way.
“I…I don’t know.” He said breathily and held his forehead. His hand made a familiar creak sound when his fingers clutched.
You sighed and hugged his head to your chest. “I missed you.” Maybe it was because of his fear while being under the knife or something related but seeing your face, hearing your voice…but he felt grateful. For the first time in years, he had a will to live, someone to live for. Your black lace dress drew up your hips, long [dark/light] hair created a veil over you and him as you enveloped him in your arms.
The corners of his mouth twitched.
You missed him. As in, you were thinking of him. Just the same as he was thinking of you. His skin felt the warmth of your bosom and pressed deeper onto you. Your hand held his shoulder, the other on the back of his neck. You didn’t mind the feel of his soft fingers as they clung to your sides, one hand on your left breast. Each of his exhales were released onto your skin as you straddled him.
As he looked into your eyes, he knew you felt something for him that he had yet to feel for you. Gleams filled your eyes as they pooled with tears. A certain restraint you once held released as he held you tighter. “I- I’m sorry…I didn’t mean to.” You wiped your face with two fingertips, dark kohl ran down your cheeks.
“Why are you sorry?”
‘For crying. You hate when I cry.’ You thought as he curiously tilted his head. “Nothing. Are you hungry? You may only have soft foods or liquids.” You muttered against his hair.
“…I could eat. But I’d prefer staying…like this.” He let out a small whine as his nose sunk between your breasts.
a/n: "The Backwoods" is still being edited so I'll post that request June 12th. Thx for the patience!
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