missgirlnoname

[missgirlnoname]

AUTHORS NOTE: OH. MY. GOD. Hiii! I can't believe I actually managed to finish this two part-imagine. I genuinely had such trouble figuring out where to go with the plot. I knew what I wanted, but I just couldn't figure out how to write it out. But! its finally done. I can definitely say I am not disappointed. It's very much on the long side though. So I am so sorry for anyone who doesn't wish to read ALL DIS BAHAHA. If anything, just skip to the part in which I write  (SMUT AHEAD) ;) Enjoy!

“YOU’D LIKE THAT WOULDN’T YOU.”

Park Joong-Gil x Reader

series (TOMARROW)

Warning ⚠️: Female OC, Park Joong Gil, sexual tension, Dub-Con, groping, talk of sex, talk of cunnilingus, telepathy, possessive behavior, vaginal sex, vaginal fingering, overstimulation, multiple orgasms', rough foreplay, Dom Joong Gil, Sub/Dom OC.

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Summary: it gets wild. That's all you have to know ;)

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2nd/3rd POV

Now, just exactly what did he mean by that? You thought.

'So that's what this is about'

What is what about?

Did he-could he....hear my thoughts?!!!

I hope that isn't the case because god would I. be. fucked. I mean, what would I do; what could I even say.

Hey, I enjoy making your job a living hell and will continue to do so until your sorry ass can manage to catch me; oh and by the way, if you ever do, would you mind fucking the everlasting shit out of me before putting me away in a box for good?

Yeah, didn't think so.

Though you physically faltered for a second, you tried your very best not to appear that you did. But that would not bode well for you, as your hands began to tremble slightly, while your heartbeat quickened. While your breathing hitched, and your pupils dilated ever so quickly.

His smirk was now most evident. Joong Gil could indeed for a fact notice the most minuscule of changes within a human beings demeanor. And he definitely caught on to yours.

"Spitfire? You seemed to have lost your spark." He said, with artificial concern. Though sarcasm was etched heavily within his words. At his evermore obvious mocking of you, your eyes grew wide in disbelief. He'd never been so...playful? If that was even the right word to use. When it came to you; anything about you, even the light hairs on your head would bring forth distaste.

But, none of that seemed apparent in his voice nor in his stature at this very moment. Why? What was he getting at?

Whatever this was, you'd never felt this uneasy of just who possessed the upper hand role in, what you could call your situation-ship.

You were at a loss for words, which only made you grow more anxious by the minute. And this only proved to be more open access for Joong Gil and his nit-picking. It was beginning to agitate you, but you had no clue what to do or say in a tense moment like this.

Then, with no warning. Joong Gil began slowly walking your way. You stiffened at the sight, you wanted to seem your unaffected and confident self, but you just couldn't swing it.

"Oh, I see. Cat finally got your tongue. Huh?"

"What's with all the analogies." You finally managed to find your voice, though your self-assured attitude was something to be lacked. You wanted desperately for him not to see you in this light. Vulnerable. Submissive. It was nauseating.

And yet, something about the way he began to loom over you, had a part of your wandering soul aching for him to put you in your rightful place.

He was just within reach, if you were to take a deep breath in, both your chests would collide together. Hearts beating in synchronized motion. The air was filled with such tension you could cut it with the tip of a blade. His eyes wandered over the entirety of you. Taking in each and every inch. His gaze felt scrutinizing though apprehensive. Almost as if he wanted his examination of you to last longer than it should. For the sight of you had some kind of hold on him. And it would seem particular parts of your body would not let go.

"Your whole façade is wearing thin. You make it so obvious, don't you." Joong-Gil said.

You tried your hardest to look him in the eyes, stand your ground. But, in doing so it would only make it easier for him to see right through you.

"Tell me, what is it that could be so abundantly pleasant of keeping jumadeung on your ass 24/7, hmm?" he asked.

You still couldn't muster a sentence, a word, a sound. Anything! He had you.

"Do you..take delight in being pursued. Wasting the teams valuable time because you wanna play hardball."

nothing.

"Or is it..you enjoy wasting my precious time. Mine alone. You like having me after you? My desperate need to have you and put you where you outta be. Where you need to be." joong-Gil added, bluntly.

Your in the palm of his hands now.

"I mean it's the truth isn't it. Taking up my time is your specialty." He grinned.

Grinned. The stone-faced, cold-hearted, all too serious, "can't take a joke" reaper grinned. Something he'd never done, and certainly never in your presence. Your nerves were shot; you could feel your heart pounding against your ribcage. Boom. Boom. Boom.

He was so close. So very very close.

"What is it you want? Are you looking to be reprimanded at my hand. To be taught a lesson? Never fuck with the reaper?" he asked, rhetorically of course.

You backed up the slightest bit hoping to create some space between the two of you; your breathing had quickened even more rapidly. A searing hot sensation you hadn't noticed at first, was coursing through your veins. Your fingertips tingled. Your mouth slightly ajar; the one facet joong-Gil seemed the most fixated on right about now.

"Never fuck with the reaper." He repeated.

"That's just it, isn't it? Never fuck with the reaper."

Joong-Gil took another step forward, invading your space. Though you didn't really mind, you knew deep down within your soul, or what's left of it that is. You loved every second of this, more than you'd like to admit.

Without warning, he placed both his hands on the wall you'd backed up into, surely to keep you in place.

"But god you'd like to fuck him, wouldn't you?" He said, nonchalantly.

He's got you.

You now managed to stare into his eyes, yours wide as saucers. Utter disbelief was all you felt in this moment. He'd figured it out, and yet he confronts you like nothing. No disgust, nor repulsion seemed visible on his beautiful face.

He was neutral.

"Look at that, just the reaction I was looking for. I've got you now, (y/n)." he snickered.

As soon as that victorious smirk had graced his extraordinary features, it only took a millisecond and it had vanished.

With the blink of an eye, you were no longer in the outside world; but a room. A dimly lit room. One with walls that bled of a dark red velvet and black mixture. A king sized bed positioned in the center of the room, with sheets of the finest black silk.

"Where-why are." —-

"Don't act so fucking naïve." Joong-Gil says, cutting you off mid speech. His voice held what seemed like agitation, but still possessed a husky undertone.

Without much words having to be said. Joong-Gil began removing his long black coat; proceeding to then undo his silk tie. Whilst you could only stare in awe. What did he think he was doing?! What did he expect to happen?!

"Okay, but seriously! What in the fuck do you think you are doing!." You ask once more, a much more affirmative tone taken the place of your previous faltered one. Eyes wide, chest heaving, palms sweating; joong-Gil noticed it all. But this did not cease his actions; he wouldn't fall for this show you seemed to be putting on. Although, was it a show really?

You were genuinely perplexed. Quite fearful of what was to come, nervous even. The sincerity behind your eyes said it all; you were truly puzzled.

Joong-gil had gotten down to his black vest, a vest that which sat itself atop a white fitted button-up. He reached for those buttons, when he stopped himself briefly, looking into your eyes intently.

"Why so nervous? I'm giving you what you long for. And in return I expect your ass to obediently pass over." Joong-Gil said, his voice remained deep, utterly monotone yet seductive in a peculiar way. He began to walk over to were you stood, almost limp; weak in the knees from such a sight. This man-this angel of death, was truly a beauty to behold. A face so endearing, a voice so suave; a body so delectable it'd be a shame not to see it in all its glory, just once. But, you just couldn't bring yourself to give in so easily.

"I don't know, what you think I want. But this isn't it. I'm n-"

"Oh Please, spare me the high and mighty discourse." Joong-Gil says, as he sighs dramatically; walking around you slowly before coming to a complete stop. Your back to his broad chest, in dangerously close proximity. You could feel the heat that exuded from his tall figure. It was so unbearably hot, scolding almost; if that were even possible? Could one's body temperature rise to such an extent.

Without deterrent, joong-gil brought his still gloved hand up to the hem of your blouse; lifting it slightly above your belly button. Your heart rate quickened once again, this bringing you back into the reality of the situation.

" hands off reaper, I mean it." Your command comes out a shaky query. Your ears must have deceived you in this moment, it couldn't be possible that he- was he chuckling?

Did he find your discomfort a mockery.

You did the unthinkable

The utterly unthinkable

You quickly turned to face him, without a single thought left to accumulate; the palm of your hand collided with his cheek. Such a force that was; the red hand print made that quite evident.

No outrage. No shock. Not even a flinch.

He gave you nothing, but the same cold and collected stare he has always given you; everyone really. This only irritated you more. You knew he wanted to get a reaction out of you. And he did.

Tears began to well up in your eyes; blurring your vision. You felt as though he won. Won the game you didn't know you were playing. A game you didn't know was a game.

Was this what he wanted? To break you?

You bawled your fists as they found themselves gripping at Joong-Gil's hard chest; pushing and pulling at his vest.

"GOD! I HATE YOU!" You hissed. Finding yourself lifting your hand once again, in hopes of feeling and hearing that satisfying collision of flesh once more. But he wouldn't allow you a second time. No way in hell.

His hands gripped your wrist, pulling you closer with such aggression. So close to your face, he uttered words of such unbelievability.

"NO, YOU HATE TO WANT ME." Joong-Gil says through gritted teeth.

Your angry tears cease. Your struggle in his arms went limp. A silence so profound filled the room.

As it had countless times before, This time, you were sure you'd never find the right words to say, a good comeback to throw at this infuriating man. One thing was for certain; two actually. Your were beyond furious, and beyond horny. And if you were sure about one other thing, it was that he too felt the same. You could practically feel the physical evidence of that against your lower body, as it pressed against Joong-Gil's.

A few more seconds overtook the both of you; staring so very intently into each others eyes. Eyes filled with hate, eyes filled with a burning lust.

Their had been a bridge between the two of you for so long, and it was about to snap.

The silence in the air most deafening, was broken for a mere second as you uttered two words. Words, that for the grim reaper before you, were of affirmation. You brought your face a few inches closer to Joong-Gil's, staring deeply into his eyes, then down at his luscious lips, then once more into his eyes again.

"Fuck you." it was an angry whisper, but their was something sultry about it.

"Gladly."

(SMUT AHEAD)

Their was no clear warning of just how fast

You found your body crashing onto the silky mattress, though a sharp gasp escaped your lips as you did. With not a single second to spare for any of your usual bickering; Joong-Gil immediately claimed your lips with his. It was a rough but slow and sensual kiss. You found your hands going to grip at his wondrous black locks, but this he wouldn't have. As he grasped both your wrists in one large hand, pinning them above your head. You attempted to break free, refusing to be the submissive one in this situation. As you were anything but. What kind of man would Park Joong-Gil be if he allowed himself to be overtook by a woman; a woman who wasn't even entirely alive either. You continued to squirm beneath him, doing the best you could to release your wrists from his grip, to no avail. You pushed your hips up into his, in hopes he'd falter, you'd only earned a low groan from the reaper, and one veiny hand grabbing harshly onto your hip; squeezing and massaging it, such a simple thing had your panties drenched, and he hadn't even removed them yet.

After what seemed like a lifetime, joong-Gil had finally released your lips from his, swollen and red. Such a pretty sight, he thought.

You both stared into each others eyes for the 100th time, trying to catch your breaths. Your eager hands found themselves once again reaching for Joong-Gil, wanting so desperately to rid him of his attire. But as you tried, he snatched your hands away once again, pinning you against the bed, one hand pressed against the flat of your stomach.

"You can't have your cake, and eat it too." He says. Such an odd thing to say.

He grinned down at you, slowly moving above you once again. "You want all of me; you'll have to earn me, pet" he added, a voice unlike any other. So deep and course, it made your loins weep. With no warning, as with many other previous situations; he gripped the hem of your blouse, tearing it from your upper body. You gasped once more, in disbelief this time.

"You didn't need to do that, asshole." You say, attempting to sit up again, only to be pushed down harshly...again.

"Tsk tsk tsk."  was all you heard, before you felt his fingers caress the exposed skin, dragging them along the canal of your cup-covered breasts. Before reaching your jugular; joong-Gil wrapped his large hand around it, forcing you upward this time, making sure not to hurt you, of course.

Ever the gentleman.

"If theirs one thing you should know about me, (y/n), is that I don't take orders from anyone. I enforce them." He said, his voice much raspier than before. Lower even, if that were possible.

Your pupils dilated entirely, inhabited by your craving of him.  Joong-Gil moves his face closer to yours, lips centimeters away from touching for a second time. You as eager as ever, ready to embrace them anew. He could see just how in need you were, such a desperate little girl.

This would be utterly pathetic if it were anyone else beneath him. But you, you made it excruciatingly difficult for him not to rip off the rest of your clothes and fuck you into your next life.

He'd take his time with you, whether his dick liked it or not.

His grip still around your throat, as he leaned over you, pressing you further into the sheets beneath you. He found his lips latching onto the delicate flesh of your collarbone. Nibbling and sucking feverishly. You whimpered softly, the heat in between your legs growing hotter by the minute.

"How badly.." Joong-Gil murmurs.

"hmm."

His hand gave your throat a light squeeze, before slowing dragging that very hand down the valley of your breasts once again; though passing much further down than previously. The tips of his fingers grazed your pelvis, daring to slip into your panties.

Slowly, very slow. Joong-Gil allowed but one finger to break the barrier between flesh and undergarment. You shivered in anticipation. This taunting was driving you mad. You didn't know how much longer you'd be able to hold out. Even if you pleaded with him, joong-Gil wouldn't oblige so quickly. He truly enjoyed this torturous game.

The one problem with that debacle; you were not one for such games.

Without hesitation, you gripped the hem of your panties and slid them down, mid thigh, just enough to access the area that which needed such utmost attention. Though skeptical, the reaper before you, watched carefully. Awaiting your next move. Surely he'd cave at such a sight. You laying there; a whimpering mess while your fingers worked feverishly in between your legs. But no, not Joong-Gil. He just wouldn't have it.

You felt so close, so very unbelievably close, but before you could reach that incredible high of ecstasy; joong-Gil grabbed hold of both your wrists and pressed them against your sternum. Almost leaving you in some what of a 'praying' position, though flat on your back of course.

You looked up at him in confusion, though with pleading eyes. You needed that release. You longed for it ever so hopelessly. Joong-Gil knew that, he could see it. It truly satisfied him just how needy you were. He wanted to go on with this game of his; taunting you so mercilessly, but it seemed he too couldn't help himself for so long.

"I know your not one for rules, but listen to me when I say this, pet." Joong-Gil, began.

"No matter how much you want it. If you implore me, even if you fucking weep for it. You are not allowed to cum, without my say so." He delineates. You lay beneath him, eyes staring into his as you grow even wetter, merely from his words.

What if I can't handle waiting, you thought.

"You'd better hope you can." Joong-Gil advised.

His large hand still lay atop yours, holding them in place against your breastbone. Then, without further questioning, Joong-Gil began lowering himself along your body, until his beautiful face aligned with your entrance. He was in such close proximity you could feel his breath against your dripping mound. You tried not reacting to the slight sensation, so as not to make him stall any longer with this his wantonness. Thankfully, he didn't. His free hand gripped your right thigh tightly, so as to keep you in place, while he still continued to hold your hands up against you with the other. With not another second to spare, you felt Joong-Gil latch his lips onto your soaked core, immediately devouring you while you groaned in delight. Such a touch-deprived little thing you were. Although the reaper held you in place, you wriggled from side to side, while your breasts heaved up and down. The amount of pleasure this man was giving you was insatiable, for the fact he was only using his mouth on you at the moment. The thought of him actually fucking you excited you even more.

"Joong-gil, p-please-I- need you to-oh my god!" you found yourself being cut off as joong-Gil took attention off your clit, and dove passed your lips, now ferociously tongue-fucking you into oblivion. You were a whiny mess by now; feeling that all too familiar hot coil tightening in your abdomen. You were ready to cum; somehow joong-Gil knew too.

Don't do it, (y/n)

You could hear Joong-gil say, physically no. He was too busy consuming your vulva. He was in your head. what can't this man do.

I can't hold- please let me c-

You don't want to upset the reaper now do you, darling

Darling. Oh my god.

Joong-gil please! I'm begging you. I'll do anything!

Fine. Have it your way, baby.

SNAP.

A white wave of rapture washed over the entirety of your being. Utter euphoria was all you felt in this moment. It enveloped you from head to toe, as you attempted to calm your breathing. You hadn't felt that good in...well.

You never have...

You hadn't realized until now, but your eyes had been closed for the last few minutes. Though they quickly flew open as you were jolted further up on the bed. You turned your attention down towards Joong-Gil; you watched him climb on top of you. Quickly he pinned your arms above your ahead this time around, still using one hand. While the other forced your legs open wider than before.

"You can't ever listen to a word I say, can you?" Joong-Gil asks, though rhetorically. A throaty chuckle escapes his lips. He looked almost menacing. It would have scared you had you not been still so very aroused in the moment. Your breathing had finally come to a reasonable pace. While you fumbled for the right words to say.

" I-its- I was-."

"Ah ah ah, it's fine. No need to explain something so obvious." Joong-Gil interrupts. His voice sounded almost reassuring, somewhat nurturing. His facial expressions seemed soft too. Only a few seconds more, before his face appeared to darken slightly.

It wasn't a look of anger or disappointment; but one of raging lust. It was almost frightening, but you were too amorous to care. Joong-Gil lowered his head to the side of yours, lips grazing your ear as he said a few words; words that had you trembling under him.

"You wanted to cum; I'll make sure you do for the rest of the night."

As abruptly as he said it, their was no further hesitation before he had removed his trousers, aligned his painfully hard length to your sensitive cunt, and rammed into you with such force you were pushed even further up the bed again. You gasped in a mixture of pain and pleasure at the sudden intrusion. He stretched you out completely, filling you up immensely. Your breathing had intensified rapidly for a second time tonight. Tears brimmed at your eyes. The bliss you were feeling was indescribable; it surely made up for the sharp aching.

"Joong-Gil- it feels so good!" You yelped, in between heavy breaths. Joong-Gil growled at the feeling of your heat swallowing him greedily with each thrust.

"Yeah?-fuck you feel so good," He grunted, his free hand dug beneath your waist, lifting you slightly upward, this allowed him to fuck into you deeper. " Oh god-oh m-my god." You all but yelled into the air, head lolling back and forth. At this point, joong-Gil had released your hands from his grip. Allowing you to grab hold of his shoulders, practically digging your nails into them. The pleasure was almost too overwhelming; you knew you'd be cumming for the second time tonight, very soon. Joong-Gil could feel how your cunt throbbed and tightened around him, it drove him insane.

It'd been who knew just how long since the last time he had a chance to fuck someone with such fervor. To fuck at all. What reaper has time for that? Especially one of his occupied high stature.

He continued to pile-drive into your soaked core, as you held on to him for dear life. Joong-Gil dug his face into the crook of your neck, nipping at the tender flesh. You could hear his groaning and grunting directly in your ear now. It drove you nuts. He was something else.

"I'm gonna-"

"Do it."

You came once again, harder than before if that were possible. Harder than you ever have, really. Pure bliss coursed through your veins, spreading throughout your entire body. You were gasping for air, when you felt Joong-Gil wrap his hand around your throat; something he clearly enjoys doing a lot. He looked into your hazy eyes, blown out with libido. He then looked you up and down, inspecting your sweaty figure. Then, right back at your eyes. As he did, he began grinding into you at a slow pace. You hissed at the feeling. Your cunt throbbed profusely. "T-too sensitive, I don't-"you whimpered. He let out another low throaty chuckle," Oh-mm- you can't?" He asked, feigning concern. Before that one famously stoic expression reappeared on his irresistible face.

He squeezed the hand he had around your neck, not too tightly, but just enough to leave you in a daze, before allowing the other to caress along your hipbone gingerly. Then dip down into your sopping folds once more, rubbing soothing circles around the little nub. Your eyes rolled back, body arching up off the bed, whilst your chest pressed up flush against his. He gazed down at you, a grin on his face. He applied more pressure to your sensitive area, which in turn made you squirm. He then ceased his assault on your p*ssy, bringing his drenched fingers up to your lips, signaling for you to taste yourself which you complied to eagerly. You sucked on his fingers , tasting a mixture of both your essence and his. It was bitter, but sweet. Joong-Gil slipped his fingers out of your mouth and wrapped them into your hair, pulling your head back lightly. "I think you can." Joong-Gil uttered. With no warning, as per usual; Joong-Gil slammed into your swollen core for a second time. Such force had you bouncing on the bed. It was so intense, tears quickly brimmed at your eyes again, from such exertion. "Jesus christ!" you cried out. Your p*ssy clenched around Joong-Gil greedily. The pleasure was undeniable, their was no doubt about that; but it was too overstimulating you felt as though you might black out.

"Oh no, its just me baby." Joong-Gil, grinned. He held your hips tightly, impaling you with his pulsing member, grunting obscenities into the air. One of your arms wrapped around his neck, while you placed the other over your mouth, in an attempt to conceal the scream daring to rip itself from your throat. By now, you should know better than to keep anything from Joong-Gil.

You didn't know how; it happened so fast. Suddenly, you found yourself in an upward position, hovering over the reapers lap.

"How did y-."

"I work in mysterious ways; now fuck yourself on my cock, angel." Joong-gil cut you off, for what might have been the 100th time today.

angel?

That shouldn't have made your heart flutter nor your face hot, but it did.

Joong-Gil seemed to notice this too.

He smirked, looking up at you while he leaned back on his muscular arms. " What? don't get shy on me now, angel. Is that too intimate for you." He taunted, all while you continued to stare at him quietly, cheeks still tinted a bright pink. The smirk that had graced his godly features had dropped quickly as it came; he brought both his hands up to your waist, gripping it firmly, and planted you roughly right back on to his still unbelievably hard cock. You inhaled harshly, swiftly placing your hands on his broad shoulders. "Don't think to much of it; its just a word. And your just a quick fuck." He says, sternly. You faltered at his choice of words, but he was right. This was a quick fuck, nothing more nothing less. This shouldn't mean anything to neither of you. So why did it bum you out. You were too in thought; that was until you felt Joong-Gil thrust up once into you roughly. You cried out at the force, digging your nails into the flesh of his shoulder blades.

" Snap out of it and bounce, pet." He sighed, almost bored with the situation. But you didn't. Instead, you grabbed hold to the nape of his neck, pulling him somewhat closer to you; and began grinding onto his length teasingly. You fixed your eyes on him innocently. As if you had no idea what you were doing. You could feel his cock twitching inside you. You sped up your pace the slightest bit, feeling his length graze your g-spot a few times. You threw your head back at this, sighing heavily. Continuing your torturous tempo. The reapers patience was wearing thin.

"Don't play with me, (y/n)." Joong-Gil warned. His voice sounded much deeper than usual, if that were even feasible. You only giggled at his injunction, halting your movements. Which only agitated him more. You lifted yourself of his cock slightly. Bringing your forehead to his, while gripping at his raven locks. Still giggling like a dope, you slipped your cunt on and off his pulsating member. He glared up into your eyes, your defiance was loathsome but still managed to keep his cock yearning for your greedy cunt. "Why not? this is all one big game isn't it. Hmm?" you ask naively. You pressed further down onto his length again, earning what sounded like the most guttural noise you've ever heard escape this man's lips. You brushed your lips against his lightly, swiping your tongue against it the slightest bit. You had now completely removed his cock from your entrance, still hovering. Still looking into his eyes, ones ablaze with something you weren't quite sure of.

"I think we've had enough, don't you?" You say.

A small grin found its way onto Joong-gil's lips, and then. Gone.

Just as last time, you were truly stumped as to just how fast this man was able to have you on your back. He had slammed you down near the edge of the bed, your head hanging off the tiniest bit. Probably the most stunned gasp had emitted from your lips, at just how forceful the impact was. Joong-Gil was atop you once more, wrapping your legs around his waist .

Head tilting to the side, he closed in on your face; you could feel his heavy breathing against your cheek. "I say we've had enough when this swollen little cunt of yours drains me dry. Let's get that done shall we?" Joong-Gil grunts.

"How long til then, huh?" you tease.

"As long as it takes, angel." He grinned.

Before you knew it, that familiar coil in the pit of your stomach wouldn't take to long to reappear. for a fourth, and a fifth, and sixth time. Park Joong-gil was right about one thing. It would seem he was indeed going to fuck you into your next life tonight. Quite Literally.

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YOU’D LIKE THAT WOULDN’T YOU

Park Joong Gil x Reader

series (TOMARROW)

Warning ⚠️: Female OC, Park Joong Gil, sexual tension, fantasy, Dub-Con, talk of sex, talk of cunnilingus, possessive, Dom Joong Gil, Sub OC.

Summary: Y/N was a runaway spirit who continuously found ways to dupe the escort team and not get caught, to be taken away to wherever they saw fit. This was beginning to become tiresome for the team, especially their leader, who was not one but pleased with your behavior.

This was starting to get on your nerves, you’d done anything and everything to get them off your back. But they just wouldn’t budge. They were like bubble gum you’d gotten stuck to the bottom of your shoe. You can’t shake them off. You knew it was their job to take you to heaven or hell, or wherever they had to! Because you were dead, and you knew it. But, you weren’t ready to leave the human world behind just yet.

And with the escort team constantly tracking you down 24/7, it was hard to catch a break. Running was all you had been doing. Running away from them. From him.

If he wasn’t so intent on getting rid of your soul, you’d think he was actually…sorta cute. Forget cute, that reaper was an absolute dream. Of course, you’d never let him know that. But, it still didn’t stop you from toying with him from time to time. That is, when he managed to catch you, all alone.

“You really are such a troublesome brat aren’t you. A nuisance.” He seethed.

the reapers hand runs through his thick black and slicked down hair, disheveling it.

That one strand hanging down on his forehead drove you to insanity. His jawline was sculpted by the gods it seemed. His skin was like porcelain glass. And his eyes were as cold and as dark as his character. Why must he be so beautiful yet so hideous at the same time.

“Am I really? Oh stop it now, you’ll hurt my undead feelings.” You said, feigning sorrow. This only earned you a spiteful glare, a glare from his gleaming eyes.

“I don’t care how many times you try to escape, your fate is sealed. So, please…” he responds as his voice begins to fade away soothingly. That is until of course.

“CUT THIS CHILDISH BEHAVIOR THE FUCK OFF!” the reaper shouts. You had never gotten a reaction such is this one out of him before, it startled you. But only the slightest bit.

“If I could get rid of you. You wouldn’t be sent to heaven or hell. Nor would you be endowed to the company. I’d be damned if I allowed anything like that to happen. One more second of your presence is enough to make me ill.” He said, gritting through blazing perfect pearly whites.

Although, it hurt you for some reason, to hear him say all this, you remained expressionless.

And where he stood, he looked you straight in the eyes and continued on,

“If I had it my way, I’d send you to a place where you’d be absolutely nothing. You’d mean absolutely nothing. No second chance, no reincarnation. A floating waste of space with no purpose.” He reiterates, through venomous undertones.

“That’s where you’d be going. That will be where you go, and I’ll make sure of it, if you continue to defy me.” The reaper warns.

And by him? He means the entire escort team and the underworld, correct? Oh what did it matter anyway, you’d continue to put up a fight no matter what.

“That was truly insightful, really. It’s helped me rethink my choice. My choice, of having stood here long enough to hear you bitch and moan about not being able to have me.” You responded, smirking.

Crap! You thought, that came out a little off. As soon as you had realized what you said, your eyes blew wide as saucers.

“ I-I mean, like have me as in to get rid of me- You know what I mean!” You shouted, a blush began sprouting from your cheeks. He seemed to notice it too. In turn, it seemed as if he were suppressing a smirk of his own. He couldn’t be though, could he?

“No, I don’t actually. I don’t know what you mean. What do you mean (y/n)?” He asked, in what seemed as if almost a teasing manner. The slightest presence of a sly smirk graced his face, and as quickly as it came, it went.

“ I- it- well- I mean- .” You stuttered profusely.

His stoic expression, hard and mean had once again returned.

“Enough!, the more time I spend conversing with you, the more brain cells I begin to lack.” He spat. Rude.

“Now, be a good girl and let’s get you the fuck out of my hands.” He adds.

I’d like to be in your hands very much, but I’m not now am I? You thought.

Oh my god, shut up! You scream externally.

You stared into space for a brief moment before snapping out of it, you looked up at him, ready to hold your ground as you have countless times. But he doesn’t seem ready to pounce on you and drag you back to jumadeung.

If anything, he did seem ready to pounce on you. But in more ways then one.

“Is that what this is about.” He asks, curiously. That devious smirk once again began to crawl onto his face.

What?

Authors note: okay sooo! We’re gonna be getting to the ✨smexy✨ time now, but I’ve decided to split this into two parts, so I’m hoping to post the second half of this imagine sometime this week! Stay tuned 😉

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//okok Anakin has made his return. 😏//

DON’T YOU DARE LOOK AWAY

Dom¡ Anakin x reader

Warning: Daddy kink, rough play, overstimulation, Hair pulling, fingering, Choking kink.

(Y/n's) POV

"I think it's safe to say the little stunt you pulled earlier today was not okay. Don't you think?"Anakin asked, his tone eerily calm, yet sounding like that of an almost patronizing father scolding their child. A firm hand found itself resting upon your right shoulder. While the other lay atop your head, gently caressing your (h/c) tresses, Anakin's fingers were threading through it lightly, in a nurturing, almost loving fashion. But you knew better, this was anything but a lovers warm touch. There was a captivating, controlling notion behind it. He felt his relatively passive outlook towards your foolish actions were what scared you the most. His ability to assert his dominance over you in a properly mature manner; this was the one thing that ever truly concerned you, made you feel that you'd much rather prefer an outburst of rage and seething jealousy. To elicit a common reactor of most men and women, that normal blinding ascendence, anger and or feeling of deceit. Any of these factors were a hundred times better than Anakin's ways in coping with your negligence, disrespect, and flirtatious being. Your insubordination never ceased to go unnoticed by him. You were like a map, Anakin could read you every which way. He could see right through you, although Anakin could sometimes never anticipate your every move. For you, he was like a time bomb; and you knew just what made him tick.

"(Y/n) when I ask you a question, I expect an answer. I always expect an answer." chided, Anakin. Rather timid, actually. Attempting to respond, you could never find the proper words. It was infuriating  how he made you feel tongue-tied without having to do much. Always at a loss for the right thing to say.

While in deep thought, you had not noticed Anakin's hand slide further up and around your neck, his fingers gripping lightly, so not as to suffocate you. A startled gasp escapes your lips as you feel him crank your neck backwards, giving you an upside down view of his gorgeous features. His perfectly chiseled face looked down on you. His eyes, once a crystal blue, were now a pitch black sea consumed of darkness. A dark hunger, a lusting.

You began to tremble in slight fear beneath him, your steady heartbeat quickening. He could feel it. Hear it, what with your continued state of absolute silence.

"Oh little dove, don't go mute on me now." He cooed, mockingly. "You know what you did." More and more, your anxiety grew; heavy breathing now turned into light panting that would surely continue to increase by the minute.

Slowly, Anakin bent forward, bringing his face directly next to yours; his plump lips brush against your earlobe, sending goosebumps all over your body.

"You. know. what. you. did." He repeated, punctuating every syllable" And (Y/n), I want to hear you say it." Anakin whispered, in an almost menacing tone, as he then proceeded to nibble along your cartilage. This little action brought upon a muffled moan from you, one which you had so desperately been trying to suppress as he scolded you. Why did you like it. Love it. You didn't want to like it. He shouldn't have this affect on you. But somehow he did, it enraged and excited you simultaneously.

After what feels like an eternity of frozen time. You feel large hands grip your forearms tightly, bringing you to your feet. Without warning, your small body was shoved forward; now roughly pressed up against the vanity, one that stood quite tall in the shared bedroom Anakin and yourself had been occupying. The only thing louder than that Furniture piece thudding back against the wall from your tiny frames forceful impact, was the uneven intake of breath coming from the both of you. It was not only that of an exertion, but an inhabitant of a voracious hunger, of anger. The panting of desperation.

Anakin held you in place with his left hand, while his right made its way up the valley between your breasts, until it once again reached to wrap around your neck in a possessive embrace.

"I'm not one to repeat myself (Y/n).

So tell me. why is it that your in the position you are right now?" He said. Right as his face found shelter, nestled along the curve of your neck.

His body pressed firmly against yours, you shuddered faintly at the feel of Anakin's hard member. That too, made itself quite known. Not another word was said as he began trailing wet kisses down the side of your throat. Fingers press harshly into your sides 1..2..3 times. This was his signaling a warning to you; speak when spoken to. And right now, he demand you explain your every foolish action of the day.

Where would you begin?

"I'm-I just-I wanted-." Was all you could muster. Anakin did not tolerate the fumbling of words. Even though he found your incoherent babble precious, at other moments amusing. This was not one of those times. At the speed of light, his hand clamped around your jaw forcing your head to the side, both of you finally making direct eye contact. As you expected, the windows to his soul were still a pitch black abyss of lingering lust; an eager dominance swam in those captivating irises. One you had been all to familiar with, staring it down numerous times as the man before you had thrust in and out of your sacred walls.

Mocking a defeated sigh, Anakin's eyes held yours in a deadlock through the vanity mirror. Although he enjoyed watching you shrink back quietly, not able to speak. His patience for such behavior, had its limits. "Alright then...I'm sorry my dear (y/n). Truly I am." says Anakin, a fake sincerity evident within his voice. His eyes, that which held very little playful undertones; had now been swallowed up completely by the endless abyss. His ocean blue orbs, now ink shaded, had become thin slits peering at you from the smallest of crevices. "You brought this upon yourself, little dove. You've forced my hand." He adds, cynically. Before you knew it, the top layers of clothing you had on vanished in an instant. In nothing now but your (f/c) lingerie. vulnerable and in somewhat of a sedated trance, you continued to stare Anakin down through the vanity, not once letting your eyesight slip away from his, then again you were unable to look away even if you so desperately desired to. He held you in place with not only his hands or lean body, but his gripping gaze. It just wouldn't let you go.

His hands began caressing up and down the curves of your body, now and then he'd reach around to feel your supple breasts behind the thin lacy material. You could feel your heart pound against your rib cage, as tingles shot throughout your entire being. Anakin's lips brush along your neck, feeling the delicious thrumming of your pulse. He could sense your fear and delight. "Your enjoying this aren't you? All of it." He cooed. His hands traveled down towards your lower region, fingers skimming at the hemline of your panties. Shivers. An electricity ran up your body like never before. You did.

"Please..."

"What was that? I couldn't quite hear you, little dove?"

"T-touch me..."

A deep, throaty chuckle escapes his lips. Retrieving his hands, Anakin leans closer to your ears.

"Why..give me one good reason?" He replies, taking a pause at each word. With no shame, no humiliation; you grabbed hold of Anakin's hand, clinging to it tightly while dragging it back to the one special place you found needed it. Only this time, you pushed his long, hard fingers passed the brim of your undergarments, sliding it across the silken wet folds of your most precious gem. At this, you shudder pleasantly; a fire set a flame within you as a clouded haze consumed your entirety.

You needed him, and you needed him right now.

"I deserve to be taught a lesson, don't I? Teach me a lesson, daddy. One I won't soon forget." Your voice had stopped shaking, now possessing a new found confidence, a sultry sweet essence. You knew it'd drive him crazy, then again. Was that not what you wanted in the first place?

(SMUT)

Before you knew it, Anakin had released himself from the confines of his trousers; aligning his member at your entrance, quickly ramming himself within the drenched vulva. A serious of groans stumble from anakin's lips, all the while you whimper in pure ecstasy.

“I-that f-feels so-.”

“You can never finish a proper sentence, can you dove?” Grins, Anakin;

his hands hold your curvy hips in place. Tightening his grip. Harder, rougher, faster he went. Their were no signs of stopping, he’d go on chasing his delicious release, ever so desperately. Certainly that did not mean he’d cease his attempts at driving you towards the edge, so close, simply to pull you right on back.

You’d never felt such an excessive amount of pleasure in your whole life. No one. Men nor women, would ever be able to bring you the gratification Anakin never abates to give you. Minutes pass and their it is. The stirring; a sensation your all to familiar with. A pressure increasing oh so rapidly in the pit of your belly. You feel as though your body is straining, fighting to latch hold of its sexual liberation. It grows and yearns until it is absolutely unbearable.

“Oh-g-god ye- please l-let me.” Again, your abilities to form a sentence are rendered incomprehensible. You find yourself pushing back hard onto Anakin’s long, swollen cock. At this, he grunts in a pleasurable anger. One hand finds its way into your luscious locks, the other clasps around your neck squeezing lightly. “What exactly are you asking of, pet?” He, scoffs; then proceeds to pull your head back against his broadly defined shoulder. You were so painfully close. Then suddenly, you weren’t.

Anakin halts his fierce movements, his aching manhood still deep inside your Blessed cavern. Gazing at you through the mirror, a smirk expands across his face; eyes still dark with an insatiable need. As you manage to control your heavy breathing, you turn your head to look at him. He could see a pleading look on your face

“I w-want t-to cum, sir. Pl-ease let me.” You beg. As pathetic as it was, you had not a single care left for your dignity to stay intact. Nothing was of importance, except feeling Anakin pummel into your soaking cunt.

“Tsk-tsk”

“My sweet little girl, do you think I’m doing this to please you? No, not at all. If anything, only one of us will come out of this fully satisfied.” Anakin, hisses. His one hand releases it’s hold on your neck, only just enough to push you closer against the vanity. Spreading your legs wider, arching your back further. “You’ve yet to explain yourself, young lady.” He growls, his fingers threading harshly between the strands of your hair. “I just wanted your attention, daddy.” You whimper. All the while, you attempt lowering a free hand down between your legs, wanting to brush your petit fingers along your engorged clit. You needed to be touched, fucked, anything.

However, this little action had only irritated Anakin all the more. Another growl emits from deep within him. Hastily, he grabs hold of your sides once again, pushing past your slippery walls. You scream out in delight while grabbing hold of Anakin’s biceps, nails digging deeply enough to break skin. Low guttural moans spill past his lips here and there.

“My attention, huh?” He grunts. His hips now ramming viciously into yours, it feels as if though you might break. Did you care? Force, no! He could ruin you completely for all that mattered. As each second passes, his thrusts quicken rapidly. Low groaning and loud whimpers were all that could be heard within the enclosure of the large bedroom. Sweat beaded both yours and Anakin’s hot skin. His hands groped your breasts, pinching the hardening nipples beneath the thin fabric of your brazier; your hands reached up to yank his hair harshly. Something you knew drove him insane. Although you hated to admit it, watching him fuck you senseless like this through the vanity, turned you on more than you could ever imagine. Still, you did not wish for him to know such a thing. You turned your head away from the sight of you two in the reflection of the mirror. Anakin, however, was simply not having it.

“Oh no you don’t.” He says, harshly gripping at your chin, forcing you to look back at the bare figures through the looking glass. “Don’t you dare look away, little girl.”

Over and over again, just as you were about to approach your orgasm. Anakin would pull you back from it. This frustrated you immensely. Tears began to brim at the corners of your eyes.

“Whatever is the matter, precious?” Asks Anakin, mockingly. He knew what.

“Pl-ease d-d-daddy! I need to cum. I’m s-sorry.” You cry out, right as you feel him brush against your g-spot. A fast interaction, but it still shot nerves throughout your body. The tears now streamed down your face. Still, as he notices this, not an ounce of guilt travels through Anakin. Well, perhaps a there might be a sliver of regret. Yet, he still maintained his ground. Another few seconds pass, when he finally stills within you, pulsating violently before coming inside of your needy Canal. You follow not to far behind, ready to quell the aching sensation between your thighs. It never comes. You never come. You tremble, not from an outpouring of orgasmic aftershocks, but of complete overstimulation. You look Anakin dead on, a dangerous glare so fierce washes over your beautiful (e/c) eyes in a silent rage.

He pulls out of you rather quickly, making you weak at the knees from such prominent sensitivity. Though seeing this, he grabs hold of you, hoisting you up to a standing position. Your legs wobble incredibly as you try to find your balance.

Another sly smirk finds its way upon Anakin’s deceitfully stunning face.

“There are other ways of getting my attention, darling.” He starts to say. Leaning the both of you closer to the vanity mirror, gradually pushing aside the tuffs of hair that clung to your face from pure perspiration. Before walking away. He looks back at you with just as much intensity as you did him.

“Purposefully flirting with the Jedi’s in training, is not one of them.” He adds, grinning maliciously.

AUTHORS NOTE:

Jesus Christ! I’m son sorry this took so long to post. I wanted to do it sooner, but I was swamped over with school assignments and work. I really hoped this would come out nicely, but it’s really bad. I’m so sorry! I tried, I really did. 😭

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ALL IT TAKES

Warnings: slight choking kink, kissing, rough necking, vulgarity, toxic relationship, possessiveness, not really smuttish?

-I’ll just leave this here 😳👉🏻🍿

3rd POV

______

"Tell me you want me."

"I don't need you"

"Please, you can't live without me"

I'd be fine if you died"

"Your breath has quickened. Do I make you nervous, pet?" He mocks her ever so wickedly.

"You suffocate me." She whispers, a harsh rasp in her voice.

"And you love it."

Slam!

(Y/n’s) back was forced up against the cabin door, pinned and held up by Scott's strong and slight built. His lips meshed with her's forcefully, surely scraping painfully along each other's teeth on impact. Tongues collided with such rage, both fighting for dominance. Hair being gripped and tugged on back and forth, here and there. Bodies grinding onto one another at a ferocious speed, as beads of sweat began to trickle down there skin.

Scott's lips assaulted (y/n’s) swollen and bruised ones for a few more seconds before moving downward to her exposed column. He sucked, nibbled, and kitty-licked her sweet and salty flesh. Animalistic Growls burrow through him at the delectable taste. She was all his. (Y/n) belonged to him. No one could have her, nor will ever have her in the ways that he has.

Gripping (Y/n's) throat, not to roughly as to leave a mark, but enough to elicit whiny whimpers and moans from her.

"Let's make something perfectly clear, shall we?"Scott says, as he drags his lips sloppily along

(y/n's) defined collarbone. Her nails digging into his toned biceps, pushing against him. In an attempt to break free? To intensify their pleasure? This is uncertain.

"I won't be getting out of this place anytime soon. There's no television, not much civilization in sight; no way out." Scott sneered, as he pulled back from (y/n) for a mere minute. Heavy, angry, and ragged breathing was all that could be heard within the four wooden cramped walls.

" So fucking like wild animals is your go to coping mechanism, hmm?" (Y/n) replied tauntingly, glaring daggers at the unstably attractive and disheveled boy in front of her. His golden hair tousled over his forehead, an unbuttoned blue flannel that exposed his tanned, glowing, and lightly chiseled figure. She hated, loathed at the idea of wanting, yearning for him so badly.

He gave her an oh so mischievous smirk. Eyes clouding over darkly with a haze of pure, dirty, passionate lust.

"Precisely."

One word. That one word was all it took to send her barreling towards the edge. (Y/n's) eyes darkened incredibly, just as Scott's did. Reaching outward, she gripped the tank top that lay underneath his flannel, and pulled him rather violently back to her.

Once again, their lips collided with a force so fierce. They had the wind knocked out of them. They went at it, like sex-crazed beasts, those that have been deprived of that sinful and needy hunger. Tearing off each other’s clothes; groping, scratching, sucking, biting.

Would they get caught? Yes. Would there parents be called for the inappropriate disturbance? Probably. Did they care? Not in the slightest.

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\\ hi! I'm back 😈 so I'm sorry it's not too long. I've been busy with school and personal affairs that I haven't the time to come up with any new ✨steamy✨ scenarios for this book. I will be trying to update more though. I don't mean " I'll update soon" as in the next 3 months. I mean " I'll try to update" sometime this weekend or early next week. Until then, indulge yourself with this quick imagine and the other two I currently have. Although it's technically not Anakin, it's Hayden nonetheless. Stay tuned! 😉

P.s this was posted on my wattpad @missgirlnoname

Also credits to @amazinghaydenchristensen for this beautifully made edit ✨

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I’ve just watched the first 6 episodes of true beauty and I cannot stress this enough. I want them both.

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I Keep My Word

Hayden Christensen x reader

Warning: smut, choking kink, daddy kink, vulgar lanaguage, rough sex, overstimulation, cussing.

Summary: Long story short. Hayden decides to teach (y/n) a less on just who she belongs to. And when he is set on doing something, he keeps his word. Absolutely no mercy mo fos😂😳(this all came from my weird imagination)

(Tell me that from this side profile, it don’t SLIGHTLY look like hayden. Look hard! Or is it just me)👀 ☕️

(Y/n) POV

You could feel everyone’s eyes on you as this asshole dragged you through the lobby of your apartment, and up the steep staircase. Rounding a corner, you where now in your section of the building.

“Let go of me. Now, I mean it!.” You shout, while simultaneously doing everything in your power to unleash yourself from his firm grip. You knew for certain there’d be a bruise wrapped around your wrist like a bracelet later on. You pushed and pulled away from him, in hopes he’d ease up on you and let go. To no avail, of course.

“Hayden, your hurting me.” You whined, pulling at his shirt with your free hand. He continued ignoring you, while looking back every once in a while, with an icy glare. His hand seems to tighten over your small wrist the more you struggled against him. You were getting beyond pissed at this point. He had no right to man handle you the way he was.

Who does he think he is? You thought. Certainly not your boyfriend. You two were an on and off again type of thing, there wasn’t any confirmation on your relationship status. Nor do you think he’d want it. You both were simply to toxic for each other, yet you couldn’t keep your distance. Neither of you. Your like an addiction to each other. Equal parts of both pleasure and pain. You would try to stay as far away from him as possible, though each time you did, the stronger the feeling to be near him increased. That went vice versa.

He continued pulling you down the brightly lit corridor; by passers watched on side glancing the whole ordeal. You felt your cheeks glow hot with embarrassment. You couldn’t let him go on with this action. Taking control of you. Nuh uh. No way!

Again, you attempted slipping out of his grasp, thus, only making him grip you much harder. You had quite enough of that. You started swatting ferociously at his broad back.

“Let-SWAT!-me-SWAT!-go-SWAT!- or so help me I will scream bloody murder!-CONTINUOUS SWATTING!.” You gritted your teeth harshly, in hopes you’d scare him off a bit. Again, to no avail. You grew much angrier at this.

“HE’S TRYING TO KIDNAP ME! SOMEONE HELP ME, PLEASE HES GONNA-.” You were cut off swiftly as you felt yourself being lifted off the ground, and thrown roughly over his shoulder like a rag doll. Oh hell no.

“Put me down, Hayden! What is your problem you crazy f- shut the fuck up already!”

He caught you off hissing through his teeth, while slapping you right on the bum into quiet submission.

If you hadn’t already been embarrassed by those passing, watching this dramatic scene unfold. You were definitely flustered at the mere fact he slapped you right on the ass, In front of them. To make matters even worse, the slightly loose fitted dress you were wearing had risen up at the contact. You’d hope he had enough common decency to pull it down over your bottom. You didn’t need anyone, especially your neighbors taking a glance at your rear end. Lucky for you, he did just that.

You felt him come to a halt, presumably to the front door of your apartment. “Give me your keys.” He said with an Erie calm. You once again, wriggled in his arms, attempting to free yourself.

“Put me down. I’ll unlock it myself.” You replied, through still gritted teeth. However, he didn’t plan on letting you down.

“Give me your keys.” He repeated, again with that calmness, that somehow seemed to send a chill down your spine, for whatever reason. “And I said no. I’ll do it myself. Put.me.down.now.” You hissed, hoping he could sense just how furious you really were. Considering he couldn’t quite see your face as you dangled over his shoulder. You heard him sigh aggressively, giving in, he put you down. He still however held you tightly by the hips, his eyes boring into yours. You looked up at him with the same intensity. You went to turn and unlock the door, but he spun you back quickly towards him, grabbing hold of your chin, rather harshly.

“Don’t try anything stupid.” He said, his voice low, punctuating every syllable, of every word. Rolling your eyes, you pulled out of his grasp. Finally unlocking the door, you rushed in, huffing angrily while tossing the keys on the couch.

You turned your body towards his direction in a vicious manner, you felt you could have twisted your neck, from just how fast you swung around. Chest heaving, fists bawling, you were so ready to go off on him!

“Now, I’d like to know just who in THE FU-“again, you were cut off by a pair of strong hands gripping your sides, lifting you off your feet, and slamming you against the nearest wall.

You felt the air being knocked out of you, while grunting at the shear contact your back made with the solid concrete, that is your wall. Your eyes went wide, as you stared into his. They no longer seemed the crystiylized shiny blue they always were. It seemed as if a sheet of pure darkness coated his eyes. Black as night, they became. You couldn’t tell whether it was out of anger or maybe....hunger? Lust? You really couldn’t figure it out.

He then leaned in, wrapping his hand around your smooth and petite throat. You felt his hot breath against your face. It smelt a mixture of wine and scented tobacco. You’d be lying if you said it didn’t make you feel slightly aroused.

He stares deeply into the windows of your soul, intensely. The heat radiating of him was intoxicating. Feeling putty in his arms, you attempt to shy away; his cold stare was to much for you to bare. You tried focusing on anything, but him. He clearly didn’t seem to like that.

He gripped your throat firmly in his hand, jerking you forward, to meet his gaze. His harsh, heavy breathing was the only thing you could hear. A small vein seemed to pop out at the side of his forehead. His perfectly unblemished jaw clenched furiously. He leaned in, dangerously close to you. Turning his head sideways, he lowered his delectable, plush lips to your ear. “You really know how to piss me off, don’t you?.” He said quite calmly. “Tell me? I’d like to know just who in the fuck allowed you to walk out of this apartment wearing...that.” You stared dumbfoundly, jaw slacked. His eyes scanned your body up and down, pupils widening as he savored every detail of your loosely fitted outfit. It was of a silky golden color; the dress accentuated your curvy figure. 

“Who gave you the permission..to parade yourself around, like a whore.” Hayden seethed. As he spoke his viscous words, your body quivered in his arms. He took quick notice of that.

Chuckling, he brought his head back, to face you once more. His pupils, still black as night. “ Why do you tremble, little dove?.” He cooed mockingly. His other hand that held you against him, he now brought up to caress your cheek. He proceeded to place his knee between your legs, keeping you upright and pinned in place; ensuring your inability to escape. A rush of pure panic and delight courses through as you continued to stare at him in silence. Leaning closely in again, his eyes narrowed, and a small smirk that had lingered his lips, was now gone. His hand that once held your neck, dragged upward, wrapping around your chin roughly. Tugging you harshly forward the slightest bit, had you whimpering quietly in minimal pain. Hayden’s heavy yet shallow breathing slowed, as yours quickened in anticipation. Now mere inches from your face once again.

“If you think quivering before me or pleading with me, will get you out of trouble. As if I am not going teach you a lesson?” He said softly. All the while his hand loosened its hold on your chin, bringing it away from your face; you thought he’d have eased up with the manhandling. But you could have never been more wrong.

His hand latched itself to your throat roughly, but surely not as harsh so to induce harm. You gasped in surprise at how fast his reflexes were. His eyes seemed ablaze of fury and passion.

“Think again.” a low growl emitted from his lips, as he claimed yours in a bruising kiss. All you could do in response was kiss back; you whimpered and moaned at the way his calloused, rough hands dragged along your sides. Up and down. He did this for a few moments, until one of his hands rose up to grasp the nape of your neck, while the other worked on tugging at your (h/c) wavy locks. You went on moaning shamelessly, although most of the sounds that erupted from you were muffled. He then slid his tongue across your lower lip, asking for entrance, at this you denied him. He did not like that. He dug his fingers into your scalp, then proceeding to yank hardly at your hair. You yelp in pain as your neck craned back; he took the opportunity to shove his tongue into your mouth, hungrily fighting with yours for dominance. Still you were in a very uncomfortable position, your neck began hurting so with all your strength, you pushed your head forward against his, attempting to move him back a bit. Resulting in him breaking away from your lips. You two swallow as much air as possible; lips incredibly swollen, hooded eyes, and immense sexual tension. You could feel just how damp your panties were, practically clinging to your throbbing mound. His imminent boner pressed painfully against his jeans did not go unnoticed as well. He eyed you once more before stepping forward and reclaiming your lips, with just as much feverency as before. His body pressed firmly against yours; you could feel just how painfully hard he was. He ground his hips against yours, eliciting a moan from you. “You like that. Huh little girl?” He asked against your lips, you nodded violently. His hand slid down your body, pulling back the hem of your dress, and swiftly pushed aside your panties. His fingers immediately plunged into your sopping core. You cried out in absloute ecstasy as he thrust in and out at a rapid pace. You could feel yourself ready to burst, Hayden knew it too. He brought the pad of his thumb to your precious nub, rubbing quick and tight circles. Your breathing quickened like never before, beads of sweat prickled your skin. You were so close..so very close when he stopped. You let out a feral groan of frustration, you were right on the edge and he took it from you.

“When I ask you a question I expect you to answer, pet.” He scolded. He could see your pleading eyes shimmer, with desperation, with need. Chuckling at this, he resumed his touch at your entrance. Painfully slow. You whined, gripping at his shoulders, wanting him to go faster. “Please...” you whispered. “Hmm, What was that?” He teased. His pace quickened, then went back to slow torturous strokes. Cries of pleasure and distress escaped your battered lips. “You know? I cant quite hear you angel. Speak. Up.” He vexed. You couldn’t take this torment, it was too much. If he wanted to punish you, you’d prefer he did it in another way. You couldn’t bare much more of this. Your hips ground into his fingers, looking for some harder friction then what he was set on giving you. His hand pulled sharply away from you. Another whiney sound left your lips. It felt pathetic, you felt pathetic. On the brim of tears, the feeling of agony sweeping over you, just for some fucking release. Hayden closed in on you again, gripping your hair tightly in his hand. His eyes shot daggers at you.

“Look at you...aching for my touch. Aching for me to make you cum all over my fingers, hmm? Do you really think you deserve that, after pulling all that shit earlier! Huh? Well do you! Cause I sure as hell don’t.” He glowered, his fist bawling at your hair much harder then before. You cry out quietly. He only stares at you. Assumingly, wanting a response from you.

What did he expect? You thought. I shouldn’t have to apologize. I didn’t do anything wrong; we aren’t even together anymore..or are we?

You felt such conflicting emotions run through you. However, at this moment whatever the case may be, you couldn’t care less. The only thing on your mind at this moment, was that you were extremely horny, and needed him to make you cum. You decided that you’d say anything at this point, just to get what you wanted. Even if that means loosing your dignity.

“I know I’ve been bad. I know what I did was wrong. And I know I don’t deserve it, but please. I’ll do anything, anything you want. Just please make me cum, I don’t care how you do it. But I need it...your fingers...your mouth...your cock... I don’t care what it is. Just do it.” You pleaded, with everything you had. Hoping this was enough a satisfactory answer for him. A smirk found its way onto his gorgeous face. A very faint sigh of release found its way out of your lips. You thought he’d finally decided to give you what you wanted. His hands began trailing up your thighs again, reaching ever so closely to what needed them most. He could practically feel the heat from between your legs. His face came closer to you as it has done many times before; his lips brushing against yours teasingly.

“Why?” He said curiously, a sly smile dancing along his face. Confusion riddled yours. His fingers began tracing figure 8s that inched closer and closer towards the inner part of your thighs. Your breathing quickened once again, blood rushing to your very center. “What?.” Had been all you could muster up to say. Grinning as his hands slid deeper and deeper in between your legs. Then, just like that, they were gone again!

What the actual fuck! You thought.

The teasing grin he had, now became a solemn expression. “Why should I give it to you? Why do you need me to give it to you? You could simply go and find someone else to- his words lingered,”give you what you want. Since you were willing to do so earlier.” He replied snidely. You felt your cheeks grow hot with embarrassment. You had already said you’d do anything for him, just so he’d fuck you. What more could he want? You thought. You really couldn’t take much more of this; the taunting, the teasing, it was too much. At this point, you just about had enough.

Your eyes narrowed, a dark lust-filled look inhabiting them. Leaning forward, you grabbed hold of his shoulders and roughly pushed him backwards. You both ended up landing on your cream-colored wedge chair. Your legs straddled his waist, his hands automatically gripping at you possessively. You took a few minutes to simply stare into his eyes. You could see everything you were feeling. The same frustration, the same need, the same hunger. All of it. Every inch of your being was consumed by these feelings. And, you were going to act on them. Now.

“Hayden, you have two options here. Either you fuck me or you leave. I can always just take care of myself.” You purred. For the first time, throughout this exhausting confrontation, he was the one left in awe. Jaw slacked, eyes dilated the most they have been all night. You shifted slightly on his lap which drew a long sigh from the both of you. The smallest touch drove you wild, considering he had been riling you up this entire time; the absolute carnal instincts kicked right in. It’s as if you were insane, rabid. Yearning painfully for any sort of flesh to flesh contact. At this pinnacle moment, all guards were let down. The idea of torturing him as he did you was long gone. You once again felt fragile, weak at the knees, and lost in a haze of pure desperation. You’d been devoid of release for too long. You felt toying with him would only further his attempts in denying you, not only of what you wanted but what you needed. And right now, you needed this man to ruin you.

It’s as if he had read your mind, not likely, though it sure felt like it. Looking you deeply in the eyes, eyes consumed with erotic passion. He gripped your hips much harder; he made so that your drenched folds would rub against the rock hard erection growing erratically in his pants. A whiny moan fell from your lips as you attempted to ground further into him. Growling at this, he stopped you and grabbed hold of your chin for the 100th time today; pulling your head to the side, he leaned down to your ear and whispered:

“You could do that...but I just do it so much better.”

(FULL ON SMUT)

Before you had the chance to process his words, he had miraculously slipped out of his jeans, and out sprung his large, thick and throbbing cock. Again, with no time to absorb the situation, he had found your dripping entrance and sheathed himself within you. You quickly arched your body in pure white ecstasy, so far back you actually thought it might break. Of course, in this moment, you couldn’t care less if your spinal cord snapped in two. So long he kept himself buried inside your tight walls. Your chest heaved up and down sporadically, your brazier covered breasts pressed up against Hayden. He grunted into your ear, while he fucked in and out of you. Nothing but shameless moaning, and wet skin slapping against one another was heard.

“You like that don’t you, kitten? You like having your brains fucked out, huh?” Hayden snarled, through his teeth, while snapping his hips up brutally into yours. Wailing like a dog in heat was your response. You clenched around him ever so tightly, feeling every inch of his member pulse within you. You could almost feel it. That earth shattering, toe curling, stomach tightening feeling. So close. “Yes! Ye-oh god yes! I love it s-so much daddy!” You said, Whimpering as you held onto him for dear life. Hayden gripped your sweat soaked hair, yanking it back violently, not enough to hurt you, but enough to have you howling at the intense sensation, your walls began to squeeze him violently, the knot in your belly growing much faster than before.

“Yeah I bet you do.” He growled, mockingly. Pulling out completely, then, with a final harsh snap of his hips, he thrusted right into your g-spot, filling you to the brim, right were you needed him the most. You screamed in indescribable pleasure, throwing your head back even further as tremors shot through your body, shaking you violently. The sight of you coming undone, falling apart for him, had Hayden coming shortly after; a guttural moan flew from his lips. His cum flooding your womb. as your juices coated his still painfully hard member. The both of you heavily breathing, slowly coming down from your high, while still clinging on to each other. The two of you stared at each other for quite some time, while Hayden’s cock still lay deeply emersed within your sensitive and aching core. You winced at the feel of him slightly twitching inside of you, still fully erect. He wanted more. After all he wasn’t done with you just yet.

Without a warning, Hayden gripped your ass and lifted you up, only to bring you right back down onto his cock, impaling you. Immediately, your walls contracted around him and your back would’ve arched, had he not been holding you firmly, while he fucked into you at an upright angle. The pleasure was to much for your sensitive mound. You were a moaning mess as you wriggled in his arms. “What’s the matter, baby? Can’t you handle it?.” Hayden cooed, as his hip thrust into you ferociously. You couldn’t form a coherent sentence, he truly was fucking you stupid. As he held you in place up against him with one arm; his semi-free hand gripped the straps of your bra and yanked harshly. The lacy material tore right off your swollen bosoms. He quickly went to suck one of your sensitive nipples Into his mouth, his tongue swirled around your hard nub rapidly. There was an immense amount of pleasure racking your body, and it only increased as he brought his hand between your bodies to rub viscous circles around your clit. You were a howling mess at this point.

“I-ugh! H-ha-hayden! Pl-lease s-top, I c-can-UGH.” You stuttered profoundly, attempted to speak. The sheer fact he had you fumbling for words, only pushed him to keep going.” Fuck! look at you. Your a fucking mess. What was that? I couldn’t quite hear you.” He mocked. His ruthless pace never ceasing. As much as you wanted to deny it, you loved this. But you couldn’t handle much more, your cunt was beyond sore, and your clit swollen. Tears began to build up, not of pain, but of the sheer cosmic feeling coursing through you. You felt that familiar knot swell up in the pit of your stomach once again; the heat was unbearable. Your nails raked Hayden’s back, digging into his tanned, defined flesh; you were sure it’d drew blood. But you didn’t care, just as he didn’t care about utterally recking your overly sensitive pussy. A loud grown emitted from the depths of his chest, as he spilled within you for the second time tonight. You felt your walls clench, as you were preparing to milk his cock with your sweet nectar once again.

“Hay-ahh! I cant! I c-can’t! It’s to much.” You wailed, scratching at his upper arms, as you felt your muscles strain. To your surprise, and relief; Hayden had pulled out of you, ceasing his unrelentingly pace. You had not come, but you did not care. Your body was beyond overwhelmed with the mind blowing fucks it had just received. Before you could say a word or react in any way; you felt yourself being lifted into the air, instinctively your legs wrapped around Hayden’s naked torso. Your core pressed against him in the process, causing you to cry out from the slight interaction with your delicate mound. Suddenly, you felt your body had been thrown, Not too roughly, onto what you presumed was your bed. Hayden climbed atop you quickly, meeting your drunken gaze. “How absolutely inconsiderate of me! You didn’t finish, did you babygirl?” He asked, in a childish manner. You could feel your stomach drop the tiniest bit. Eyes wide, at the realization of what he was getting at. “H-ayden, no ple-please. It’s ok, really?” You responded, attempting to sound appreciative, in hopes he’d ease up with this torturous game. He only grinned at your precious pleading, while leaning down toward your body; in which he began peppering kisses down along your breasts, passing your belly, and stopping right in between your thighs. “Hay-daddy! Daddy, please I can’t take much more! I’ll be a good girl I promise.” You went on begging him, hoping that if you told him what he wanted to hear, maybe he’d let you off. “Please, daddy. I’ve learned my lesson, and I’ve learned it well. I won’t ever do what I did ever again.” You say, voice cracking in the process. Hayden stares up intently at you, your glassy eyes stare down right back at him, through the valley of your breasts. His hands stroke gently up your thighs, soothingly. His hot breath fanning you, sending tingles between your weakened legs. His eyes appear to cloud over again.

“Oh sweetheart, I know you won’t. I’ll make sure of that.” He snickers, he then buried his face into your center, you wail in a pleasurable discomfort. His tongue swipes across your folds, before nibbling your clit ever so gently. You grunt, while gripping the sheets. “Ha-ayden! Ohh! God help me!.” You whimper. Hayden’s hands grip your thighs harshly, as he continues flicking at your wet, spent cunt. Stopping abruptly, for only a second.” God can’t help you now, Princess.” Hayden replied, as a wicked grin danced upon his beautifully angelic face. He once again, dove right in between your folds, quickly plunging his long, wet, tongue into your heat. Your hips bucked wildly, as you were fast approaching your release. Hayden fucked you feverishly with his heavenly mouth, while his thumb snaked it’s way up to your throbbing clit, and began stroking it with fast circular motions. “HAYDEN.” You screamed. That was all it took before another orgasm crashed over you like a raging tsunami. You could feel your heart pound rapidly against your rib cage; your ragged breathing filled the room. You soon felt your eyes grow heavy with exhaustion. Hayden stood up, and walked around the side of your bed, taking a seat next to you. Hayden then proceeded to cover your naked form with a blanket. He then reached forward, grabbing your forearm gingerly to sit you upright. His hand pushed aside the wet, messy strands of hair that had clung to your face; his hand now caressed your cheek. It felt nice? Almost nurturing.

“I told you didn’t I?.” He asked softly.

“Told me what?”

He smiled, a prideful, yet adorable smile.

“I keep my word.”

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AUTHORS NOTE: I’m so sorry! Again, I know it’s super long. If you’d like to skip over to the...smut😳 go right ahead! This is quite a lot. I’m slowly getting out of my comfort zone with this kind of stuff. And I’m super sorry if it’s bad, I’m not to good with the whole ✨seggs✨ writing.

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[missgirlnoname]

I DO NOT SHARE WHAT IS MINE

Anakin Skywalker x Naive!Reader

WARNINGS: smutty?, rough Anakin, manipulation, masturbation, forced orgasm, daddy kink, choking kink, slightly young reader¡.

HEADS-UP: This is my first time writing anything remotely...inappropriate, per se. I am sorry if it’s not to great, but I’m trying my best. I feel so wrong for wanting to read let alone write fanfics like these, but I can’t help it! LORD FORGIVE ME

ANOTHER NOTE: I will say with complete honesty, that I have only watched the Star Wars films because I have an unhealthy obsession with Hayden Christensen. So some things I write may seem a little off and I’m sorry for that. Because I don’t have a full notion on everything Star Wars related, unless it’s Star Wars-anakin related.

(If you’d like to get to the “somewhat smutty” part of this story, then simply skip to where it says smut up ahead. This is quite long. I won’t judge you. 😏)

SUMMARY: (y/n) has a heated argument with her Jedi Master: Anakin skywalker, right before dinner time. Upset and emotionally drained, (y/n) leaves him, and heads to lunch on her own, meeting a friendly new padawan on the way. They take quite a liking to each other. Far to much a liking for anakin. He plans to show (y/n) just how much. Nobody gets in the way of anakin and what is his. Nobody.

(Y/N) POV:

“ Are you being serious right now!”

“Deadly.” He hissed.

“Until you learn how to properly yield that weapon in your belt; take my commands and respect me. You will not be accompanying me on any missions, is that understood!” Master skywalker, chided at you.

No response. You only glared intently at him, your fists trembling at your sides. Chest heaving eradically with a blind fury. You couldn’t believe this man!

“I said is that understood, young padawan!” He asked once more, his voice rising. Glaring right back at you with the same intensity.

You continued to stare at him defiantly.

This seemed to only further his anger, he narrowed his eyes as they darkended. You suddenly felt nervous. He began toward you from across the room in a quick fashion. Your heart began to race rapidly.

Would he hurt you? You thought.

No he-he wouldn’t...would he?

Not a moment before you could collect your thoughts, there he was. Right in front you. Towering over your small frame. You could feel the heat radiating off of him. So intense.

“Answer me now, (y/n).” He growled. You’d never made your master this angry. He growled at you like a ferocious beast. Now, all confidence once instilled, had quickly evaporated, you felt very small.

“I understand...” a whisper.

“I couldn’t quite hear you?” Master replied, with an eerie calm, for someone who seemed like they were too burst in a fiery rage only seconds ago. You looked down at the ground, defeated.

“I said I understand.” Loud and clear, he heard you.

But he needed to hear it again.

“I understand, who? (Y/n).” Master skywalker, asked once more. You then felt pressure beneath your chin. His thumb and forefinger gripped it gently, bringing your head upward to face his hard gaze.

Sighing, you finally said what he wanted to hear. How he wanted to hear it.

“Yes. I understand, master skywalker.” You replied gingerly.

A wide grin spread across his angelic face.

“That’s more like it. This little attitude of yours is only a faze, and I realize that. But there is point where it is expected and tolerable, and when it is you simply doing all you can to get on my nerves and defy me on everything I ask of you. I don’t tolerate such insolence little girl.”

As he said this, his grin had completely vanished, turning into a stoic expression. However, his eyes remained dark and dangerous, black as night.

You’d be lying if you said you weren’t afraid of him at this very moment. He’d feel it either way. But as scared as you were, that anger had slowly began to resurface. As you remembered everything he had said on your way back from a meeting with the council. Every harsh dig, every patronizing word. You glared at him once again, holding eye contact for a few more deafening seconds; then ripped out of his grasp, making your way out of the room. You could feel his eyes burning holes into your back as you walked away.

‘Asshole’

You knew he’d heard your thoughts. But you didn’t care.

...

You were heading towards the dining hall, still quite irritable over the dispute you and your master had only minutes ago. As you walked down the empty corridor, you suddenly felt like you were not alone. You turned to your right, then your left. But there was not a soul in sight. Simply, you let it roll of your shoulder. That is until you felt a large hand wrap around your your waist, while another clamped over your mouth.

Yank!

You felt yourself being pulled back by something or someone. All you could do was try to wriggle out of their grasp, your cries of help muffled by your captors large hand. Squealing and squirming against this unknown being. Unknown, that is, until a burst of hearty laughter erupted into the air. The hands that once held you, realeased you from their hold.

You whirled around, anger written all over your face. But as you looked at the stranger before you, it somehow seemed to fade away.

“Oh my stars! You should have seen *panting* you should have seen your face!” The stranger, a boy, possibly around your age; said through gasps.

After a few moments his laughter died down, and he composed himself. Standing straight, and adjusting himself, he then held his hand out toward you. As if expecting you to take it after he nearly gave you a heart attack.

“If that is the way you normally introduce yourself to someone, I’d hate to see how you excuse your self from a conversation.” You commented squinting at the young boy, while still debating on whether you’d shake his hand or not.

He smiled a soft smile. His eyes twinkled in the light. His fair skin quite flawless, and a fluffy nest of golden locks sat atop his head. He looked warm and inviting. Yet you still denied him the pleasure of knowing who you were. Seeing as you were still annoyed that he snatched you up and whisked you away, out of sight from others; to get you alone, as a way of saying ‘hello, who are you’

Huffing, you rolled your eyes, twisted right around, and attempted to walk away. Forgetting all about dinner, you just wanted to return to your quarters.

But of course, that wasn’t to happen. Nope not at all.

“Wait! Look, I’m sorry. I realize that was quite wrong of me to do. I had no right to grab you the way I did. Seeing as to you have no clue who I am, nor I you. But I’d like to get to know who you are.” The boy explained, frantically trying to catch up with you, as you were already halfway down the hall.

“My name is Roman. I’m master yoda’s new apprentice. I arrived here from tattooine not long ago.” The boy called Roman, continued on.

You on the other hand, went treading along quietly, not serving him a second glance.

“Please don’t hold any grudge against me, I’d really like to think I’d make at least one good friend here.” He pleaded.

Nothing.

You heard a defeated sigh, and footsteps beginning to drift away from yours. You couldn’t help but turn back the slightest, watching the disappointed boy walk away, slump shouldered. Taking a deep breath in, you let out a sigh, having no idea you were holding it in.

“It’s (y/n).” You finally said.

Roman turned back around, and a small smile slowly crept unto his face.

————————————

A FEW DAYS LATER...

(Time Skip yes, because I drag)

“We shouldn’t be doing this.” You whispered

“No, I completely agree with you, we shouldn’t be doing this.” Roman replied.

The two of you had snuck into a forbidden area of the Jedi temple. No one was allowed back there. However, the two of you had been doing this for a few days now. You’d both bring along snacks, blankets and pillows; just to lounge around. Away from responsibility, away from everyone.

But it wouldn’t be as great, if it wasn’t a challenge going back every time. What with many droids keeping guard of the place. Pulling little stunts, throwing objections, and creating foolish distractions to get by. And it’d worked each time.

You too had arrived to your “spot” but what you found was displeasing to say the least.

All of your snacks, knocked over and scattered around the floor. Your pillows were slashed right down the middle, with what could only have been a lightsaber. The little lights you had hung up on the ceiling where ripped away, swinging back and forth, the ends brushing against the ground. It was a complete mess. You looked over at Roman, who was just as nervous and as stunned as you were.

“Force, we are in so much-“

“Trouble? why yes you are.”

Your eyes widened as you felt your stomach drop. You knew exactly who’s voice that was. Fear had overtaken your body.

I’m really in for it now. You thought.

You have no idea. You heard him that chilling voice speak through the force.

Both You and Roman had slowly turned towards the direction in which, the voice you knew to well, had come from. There, in all his intense glory, stood Master skywalker. Your master. He stood towering over the two of you. You could feel the heat radiating off of his body, if you could cut the terrible tension with a knife, you certainly would.

hell.

You didn’t need a knife, your lightsaber would do just fine; anything to rid yourself of this moment. Master skywalker held a harsh gaze, intently staring directly at Roman. It seemed as if all his anger was directed only towards the poor boy. He continued this painfully one sided staring contest for what seemed like forever. Roman visibly trembling, doing everything he could to avoid meeting the furious dark ocean eyes, that bore holes into him. You could hear romans heavy breathing mixed with yours. You couldn’t handle the deafening silence in the room any longer. You looked directly at your master, and attempted to find the right words.

“Sir?” You quipped softly.

He ignored you, still staring at Roman. All his fury seemed to focus solely on the kid. He payed you know attention. You weren’t even their.

“Master, please look at me.” You tried for his attention once again. Still nothing.

“Master skywalker?”

Nothing.

“Please answer me.”

Nothing.

“This was not all his doing, I was an accomplice. I helped bring us here. I’m just as guilty as he is. And shall except my punishment accordingly.” You went on, hoping he’d look your way and hear you out.

Nothing.

“Master, I’m begging you. Please! Say something, anything. Curse at me, yell at me, tell me how much of an insubordinate childish brat I am. Something is better then your silence.” You pleaded, your voice going a bit hoarse.

Nothing.

You were just about ready to burst. You had enough. If you were childish, he was being as such, going along with this silent treatment.

“ANAKIN! ANSWER ME NOW! DO NOT IGNORE ME. YOUR ACTING LIKE A FOOLISH CHILD, FOR FORCE SAKE. I AM JUST AS RESPONCIBLE AS ROMAN FOR WHAT HAS GONE ON AROUND HERE. AND QUIT LOOKING AT HIM LIKE A MADMAN! YOU ACT AS IF WE HAVE COMMITED A TREASON. WE HAVE NOT! WE ONLY WANTED TO FIND A PLACE FOR US TO HANG OUT. IS THAT SO WRONG?

For the first time since we’ve all been here, he had taken his eyes off of Roman, and now looked over at you. The same amount of anger and intensity as he had with Roman, could not possibly compare with how he felt with you. You could see his eyes glaze over. But, with anger? I’m sure, but their was something else you couldn’t quite describe; as he stared you down. (GIF ABOVE)

“Leave..” he said, his voice must’ve dropped, because it seemed much deeper, much huskier than before.

Confusion was written all over both Your’s and Roman’s face. Leave? Just like that? After everything that has taken place. He’s just going to let us leave? You both look at each other, with equal skepticism. When a low chuckle breaks your thought process. You turn back toward Your Master. He looked at Roman once again with an icy glare, then slowly looked back at you.

“Oh? Did you think I meant you could leave?” He cooed mockingly at you.

“No-no-no! I meant him.” Master, added.

The boy stared bewilderedly at anakin. Still frozen in place, not really sure of what to do. Roman simply could not tell if he were serious or not. But you could.

“Leave now boy! or I’ll drag you out myself.” Master skywalker said, through gritted teeth. His rage quite clear now. Roman jumped slightly at his harsh tone. He turned toward you, seemingly asking you for permission without needing to say it out loud. You nodded. “I’m sorry.” He whispered. You smiled weakly as you watched him slowly walk out of the room, careful not to meet anakins firey gaze. He then proceeded to have the doors slam shut harshly and lock. Finally looking back at you.

“And you. You won’t be going anywhere, anytime soon.”

( SOMEWHAT SMUTTY AHEAD)

“I truly am sorry, Master skywalker. I-.”

“Oh you will be, I’m certain of it.” Anakin cut you off.

Within a matter of seconds, you felt your small body collide against a wall. You groaned at the contact. A searing pain worked its way up your spine. You attempted to move, but were stopped abruptly as a pair of strong hands gripped your shoulders. Slamming you against the wall a second time. You hissed at the terrible pain consuming your body. Your eyes were screwed shut, head lolling back and forth; as you waited for the pain to disappear.

“You really know how to piss me off, don’t you little girl?” Anakin sneered at you. His face inches away from yours. “Who do you think you are, huh? Going around with that boy. Disrespecting me in front of that boy! Not using my proper title?, no such right was given.” Anakin growled. You looked him in the eyes, shaking with fear. They had darkened tremendously, and had once again glazed over. With what? You still weren’t sure of. “I only did that to get you to pay attention to what I had to say.” You attempted to speak through quivering lips. “Well, you certainly have my attention now, don’t you?” He snidely replied; his face even closer than before. You could feel his minty hot breath brush against your face. You needed to get away from him, you attempted to break free, which in turn, had him grab hold of your wrists and pin them at your sides. “Please master, let-let go.” You stuttered. “No I don’t think I will, (y/n).” Replied anakin, with a nasty grin. He then dragged a long finger, sliding it down passed your cheek bone, ever so slowly. Until he placed it on your lower lip, rubbing it gently.

What is he doing? You thought.

A smirk spread across anakins glorious features. “You see my dear apprentice, you’ve been a very bad girl, such behavior must be dealt with. You constantly disobey your master. You must learn to hold me with the utmost respect. Right here, right now. You will follow my every order. Is that understood?”

“Yes.”

“Yes what?”

“Yes, sir-master skywalker.” You corrected yourself.

That devilish grin had reappeared unto anakin’s face. He enjoyed you like this. At his mercy, following his every order. The control he now possessed of you, was exhilarating. You continued to pant heavily, afraid to look him in the eyes once more. He had you under a magnifying glass, squirming. And he loved it.

“One more thing. You will not converse with that boy any longer, do you hear? He will not talk to you, he will not go anywhere near you. Is that understood.” He added, his voice cold and unfeeling. You looked up at him.

“What! But-“ No Buts.” He interrupted.

“You are mine and mine alone. I do not like to share (y/n).” He hissed, one of his hands coming to wrap around your neck, giving it a light squeeze. Your eyes widened. What’s going on? You thought. Anakin laughed, it was as beautiful a hearty laugh as Romans. But it was dark. Nasty. An “up to no good” kind of laugh.

“ these are mine” he rubbed your upper lip, then bottom lip softly. before planting a soft yet searing kiss upon them. Stunning you.

“These are mine.” His hand slid down passed your neck, stopping right at the top of your small, but firm breasts. Giving one a light squeeze, you squeal at the sudden touch. Anakin grinned at this. His hand continued its journey downward, running past your stomach, to your hips; reaching around to grab at your bottom, roughly squeezing it. You continued to stare dumbfoundedly at him. His dark eyes bore into your light ones. His grin had completely fallen into a serious expression, biting his lip, then releasing it slowly from between his teeth.

“this is fucking mine.” Growling, his hand released your ass, reached around the front and brought his hand to cup your mound. Panic set it in, breathing heavily, you managed to push your master away from you. You stumbled forward, a bit dazed and completely confused. You felt heat radiate off of your body, but it didn’t seem to be of anger. It seemed to come from your womanhood. The heat was pooling in your panties?

I-I don’t understand. Force, what is going on?!

“I’ll show you.”

You then felt anakin pull you roughly towards him again. Your back now flush against his lean, well built frame. You could feel his arm wrap around your chest; while the other held your hips, hard. You could feel his fingers digging harshly into you. Even through your robes, you felt his nails pierce your soft flesh. Wincing and whimpering. You wanted to go back to your room, you wanted him to leave you alone. Yet you didn’t want to lose the warmth his body brought to you.

“Please anakin. Leave me alone.” You pleaded softly.

You then felt a strange feeling. A very strange feeling, in your lower abdomen. You felt pressure, a pressure that made you feel good. It slowly stimulated you.

“What are you doing, ani-

Harder

A gasp elicited from your lips. Your hips bucked slightly at the feeling.

“That’s master to you, slut.” He hissed into your ear.

Slut?

Anakin’s deep throaty chuckle in your ear, vibrated along your body. The pressure building up much quicker than before; an odd sound left your lips.

Harder.

Faster.

Another sound, much louder then before, had your face flushing in embarrassment. Why does that keep happening?

“Because your enjoying this. Go on, moan for me baby.” Anakin, cooed. The pressure increased rapidly and you began feeling some sort of knot in your stomach. It tightened, and tightened. You thought something might be wrong with you.

“Master, s-stop, I-I- don’t feel right.” You whined, trying to free yourself once again. But the more you struggled, the more the odd sensation built up. You began squirming, doing everything you could to stop what ever was to happen.

“It’s alright, Come on baby girl. Cum. Cum for daddy.” Anakin growled once again.

“Wha- I- don-.” Your incoherent babble only seemed to fuel whatever had its hold on you further. You felt as if you were hyperventilating, your chest heaving up and down. Gasps and moans fell from your mouth at every second. You then felt another kind of pressure. Around your neck. Anakin had wrapped his hand around your throat.

Is he going to kill me?

another deep throaty chuckle.

After a few more seconds, your legs began to shake, your muscles all seemed to tighten. The pressure was unbearable.

“Cum for me, Angel. Daddy wants you to cum.” He whispered huskily into my ear, giving it a little nibble. His hand still wrapped around your throat, giving it a slightly harder squeeze. And that was it. You felt everything shatter within you. Vision a blur of white light. A sound so unflattering to your ears shot out of you.

“Fuck.” Anakin groaned. Did he enjoy that too?

Your breathing had slowly gone back to normal, beads of sweat glistened along your face. Then, you fell limp. Absolutely numb, weak as if your very life force had been sucked right out of you. Anakin laughed at this, while he ran his fingers through your hair, and planted a soft kiss to your temple.

“You did wonderfully, angel.” He complimented you. You couldn’t help but smile. As for what you did wonderfully, you still didn’t know.

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A/N: oh my god! It was so long, I literally drag and I’m so sorry for that! Again, this isn’t written that well, I know. I don’t know to much about how to write “dirty” nor am I good at dirty talk. I literally stepped out of my comfort zone, adding in a few curse words 👏. But oh well. I hope you somewhat liked this. I really wanted to help feed the thirsty anakin community. 😂

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