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when i finally find a fic thats so accurate i re-read it every chance i get
me and the actor who's older than my father against the world
a long time ago, in a galaxy far, far away,
Your jedi master Anakin's got his head between your thighs.
It took some begging—from his side, not yours, and quite a few days of him warming you up to the idea before you finally allowed him down there.
But the sensation is unlike anything you’ve ever felt before.
You’ve had your own hand, and, well, his hand—but there’s nothing quite like his hot, wet mouth sliding over your soaked underwear.
It’s too much, seeing your master face first in your pussy, and your arm moves almost involuntarily to cover your eyes.
“Aht-aht,” he tuts, and you can hear the smile on his voice as he grabs each of your wrists to hold them to the bed by your hips. “You need to see what I’m doing.”
“Why,” you groan, embarrassment flooding your body at the way his voice hits a deeper register it never does outside of the bedroom.
“So you can tell that little boyfriend of yours how to do it right.”
“He’s not my—!” you start to object, losing the end of your sentence into nothing as he penetrates you with his tongue. You try to wriggle away, but his grip on you is steadfast, pinning you in place with your legs thrown over his shoulders.
The look in his eyes is all too familiar from your lessons as his Padawan: Quit, and you’ll never get to the good part.
But it’s like he’s tongue kissing your pussy, and you still don’t know how to feel about it.
You wish he was up here, nose to nose with you like usual, your knees pressed to your chest as he breathes into your mouth. It’s a small loss, easily forgotten, when he brings his hands back into play.
“Look at you,” Anakin croons, a smile on his lips like it’s all some joke you’ll never learn the punchline to. “So wet for me.”
And you’re still not quite sure if he’s talking to you, or to the part of your body he’s been giving all his attention to for the better half of an hour. You’re sure you’ve soaked the sheets below you at this point, not just because of the mixture of fluids he’s created between your thighs, but because of the sweat gathering at your lower back. Every time your legs begin to shake and you start babbling nonsense, Anakin pulls away, pulls you farther away from your orgasm. It’s a full body workout at this point.
“Please, Master,” you whine, asking for it like he’s not going to give it to you.
“So impatient,” Anakin replies, his eyes flashing as he raises his head, spitting back onto your folds.
“You’re teasing me,” you pout, yet Anakin’s indifferent—he’s done nothing but tease you for the past two years. He’d think by now that you’d be used to it.
“If you didn’t clearly like it so much, I’d stop.”
You open your mouth to argue, but Anakin’s not going to let you have the last word. Not now, not ever. His middle and ring fingers push into your entrance at the same time he tongues your clit, and the stretch, the overstimulation—it’s all too much.
Your back bows off of the bed as you come, your muscles spasming as pleasure positively fries your system, your hands now clenching at his, needing something, anything to hold onto.
He’s silent, watching you fall apart under him, and it’s not until later, that you’re half asleep with your head on his thigh that he mutters:
“Trust me next time, won’t you?”
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Multiple character x fem!reader | 18+ MINORS DNI
you guys really liked the first twt link, so I made a pt.2 <3
cw: fingering, vaginal sex, creampie, breeding, masked men (ghostface), 'making a sex tape', dry humping, car sex, riding, angry sex
You knew the consequences of what would happened to you if you stepped out of place. Who can blame you? Maybe acting out of line will force him to treat you like the whorish little slut you are~
Just before he was about to leave he decided he needed to give you...a small reminder of him~
streaming was something you really liked doing on the weekends...you decided to bring a special guest for a special collab~
having a man is nice...but having a man who knows how to use his fingers to (actually) make you reach orgasm??? Thats a rare find...
You went to his house with the intention of watching movies. well...you did end up watching some random ass film-but 20 minutes in you guys decided to make your own homemade movie~
your boyfriend was such a gentleman-took you out to a nice restaurant, payed for dinner and treated you like a princess! You were spent, all you wanted to do was go in bed and stay up all night...lets just say the 2 of you were way too excited to wait~
live laugh fucking LOVE dry humping.
It doesn't take a lot for your boyfriend to get jealous. Today you found out that it's actually really fucking easy-laugh and playfully hit another guy and your bf will be FUMING.
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anakin who's soso sweet and gentle all while having you folded absolutely gutting your insides out 😕😕😕 !! he's soo attentive and understanding cus that's his baby !!!!
warnings: explicit sexual content, vaginal sex, intense dom!anakin, mention of belly bulge/fullness, tears & overwhelmed crying from pleasure, praise, rough but gentle dynamic (he’s careful but still fucks her deep), overstimulation, established relationship.
you’re soft under his hands, bare skin warm as your breath trembles out your chest. he looks at you for a second, dark eyes warm and wanting all at once.
he’s gathered you up gently, your knees folded up toward your chest, so pliant it almost hurts. he’s careful, but he isn’t shy about it: the stretch burning in that dizzy, perfect way, your chest arching up into him— he’s nestled so deep inside it steals the words right off your tongue.
“you’ve got no idea what you do to me,” he grits, voice full of that aching intensity only he could carry. he braces his gloved hand against the mattress— the other, warm and calloused, ghosting over your cheek.
it spills a trembling sound from your lips, your nails digging uselessly into the hard muscle of his shoulders. he doesn’t flinch, doesn’t stop, just keeps you there: folded open, your body twitching under the weight of him.
the length and thickness of him sinks through you — the drag of every thrust giving your belly the faintest swell each time he bottoms himself out.
“do you see that, my love?” his voice roughens, almost hushed, like he can barely believe it himself. “how full you are… stars…”
your lashes dampen with tears, breath catching in little sobs that melt into moans. it knocks something raw from your chest — a half formed “a‑ani…” whimper when his hips roll deeper, itching a spot inside that makes your vision blur.
he leans closer, forehead nearly touching yours, curls damp at his temple. “too much?” he whispers, so close you feel the words against your mouth. his forehead almost rests on yours, sweat beading at the hollow of his throat. even asking, he doesn’t quite stop — hips still pushing himself slow and deep.
you shake your head, barely — your voice catching in your throat. his thumb brushes your cheek again, softer than anything, and you swear you could cry from it alone.
“that’s my girl,” he murmurs, voice breaking gentle and low. his hand traces down, fingers pressing light against your belly, feeling the way he’s filling you so deep it aches. “taking me so well…”
he watches it all, gaze dark and warm, so full it makes your heart feel too big in your chest.
and the way he keeps you folded, so careful even when it’s overwhelming, makes you feel breakable in the sweetest way — like he’d die before letting you slip away.
“my sweet love,” he rasps again, hips rolling deeper, your breath hitching sharp. “always so good for me… always…”
it lingers like that— your heartbeat skittering under his touch, everything else falling quiet around the steady, aching closeness. and in that hush, it feels like he could keep you right there forever… ♡
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