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bluejutdae · 12 days

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“Oh, let there be hotel complaints” | Chan x you

warnings: nsfw, D/s dynamics, face and pussy slapping, overstimulation, mention of safewords, Daddy kink.

This is just Chan brain rot and my mind gently suggested me the image of first time inexperienced Dom Chan who wants to try some BDSM but he’s too scared to hurt you so he decides he’a going to try on himself all that he’s gonna do to you…

Title from Dinner & Diatribes by Hozier

Chan has had plenty of vanilla sex, but then you introduced him to BDSM, and especially the concepts of Doms and Subs, and something switched in him. He started reading online forums and blogs. And when the topic arose again, he clearly told you he’s interested, but he won’t do it yet. Because the thing is: despite how hard even just reading stuff about it makes him, he has no experience, and he won’t risk hurting you.

So, he does what any good Dom should do in his eyes, he tries things on himself.

One day you turn home to find his face red and a bit swollen, but when you ask about it, he just distracts you with filthy kisses. What you don’t know is that he slapped and slapped and slapped himself until he deemed he had found the right strength to use.

Another day he disappears for the whole afternoon and, when you see him in the living room, he looks flushed and a little exhausted, but giddy. Just like Changbin when he maxes out at the gym and he’s incredibly tired but proud of himself. What you don’t know is that he spent the afternoon edging himself with a vibrator on his shaft and his tip and, after hours of denying himself, he came and proceeded to overstimulate himself, because it’s only logical to pair up the two experiences, right?

What you noticed though, is that there’s a change in him. He’s more assertive with you on some days, makes sure you eat and doesn’t let you go to sleep if you haven’t removed your makeup. Pushes you to sleep more when he knows you have had a bad day at work, and every time you comply and thank him for taking care of you, he kisses a little filthier, holds you a little firmer.

It’s months later when he asks if you can try something kinkier. You’re excited and happy and you start to mentally prepare yourself to be a good teacher without forgetting this is about pleasure. But then Chan shows you exactly how deep the still water runs deep.

“You’re gonna sit there” he says and he’s so commanding yet sexy you melt instantly. “And we’re gonna have a quick talk. Nothing too extreme is going to happen today, but I need to establish some rules”. You nod in response, and he looks at you with his arms crossed and an eyebrow raised. “You’re gonna use your pretty words, baby girl.” That’s it. Not a suggestion, not an option, a rule. Fuck, you knew he would be good at this.

“I understand.”

He’s quick with the rules: you must verbally answer, you’re gonna use the traffic light system for now, you must use the safe word if you need to, and the moment you think something’s wrong he’s gonna stop. You also must ask for what you want, not just take it.

Not too long later you’re on the bed, shirt previously discarded and clad only in your panties. And Chan is completely dressed, hovering over you. He’s been kissing you deeply and touching you just enough to make you want so much more. You’re embarrassingly wet and you’re sure you’ll have to throw away your panties. He’s holding your crossed arms at the wrists and, in doing so, he’s holding you down. You try to buck and raise your ass to relieve some of the dull aching you’re feeling in your core. “C’mon Channie, touch me.”

“But I am touching you…” he replies with a smirk on his lips. His free hand caresses your face, and he tests the gives of your lower lip with his thumb. When you suck on it, though, he takes it away and shakes his head. “What did I say?” You are lost, what happened? Did he say something?

“You’re just a cockhungry whore, uh? You can’t even wait for me to give you something, you’re so greedy you just want to take and take.”

Oh.

The realization in your face makes Chan smile. “There it is… tell me what you did wrong, and I might consider going easy on you.”

“I didn’t ask to suck your thumb-” he knows there’s something you want to add, he knows about your Daddy kink. And it turns him so fucking on, but he’s not gonna press about it. He considers your words and considers just letting it slide, but there’s flames licking at his insides.

“Too bad you didn’t ask, uh?”

Sudden, sharp pain irradiates on your left cheek and it’s less the pain and more the surprise that makes you gasp and, less than a second later, moan. Chan wants to apologize, years of conditioning making him feel guilty and mean and abusive, but he can’t deny what he feels.

He grabs your face, fingers splayed where he slapped mere seconds ago, wet thumb digging into the opposite cheek and kisses you messy and filthy, sucking your tongue in his mouth. Chan removes the last piece of clothing you have on and sits on his knees, with his thighs slightly spread apart. He holds your legs open with firm hands, one on your calf and the other clamped around your knee. He’s just… staring at your pussy. You try to squirm away and close your legs, but his eyes are suddenly on you. There’s a warning in his face that accompanies a displeased sound. “Sorry, sorry, I’m sorry” you blurt out trying to repair something before you do too much damage. You can feel wetness dripping down your folds, and Chan can too. “You’re so wet. Fuck, you love being on display for me…” He has never felt this. There’s a power rush, a shiver starting from his spine and moving towards opposite endings: towards his brain, making him lose words and making him want to act up, want to deliciously destroy you, making a mess of you and then put you back together; and on the other ending, traveling south towards his cock and balls. He’s been ready to cum the moment he sat you down and you agreed to do this.

“Love, are you just going to stare at me?” You ask when you grow too impatient to keep sitting still, a bit embarrassed too by his too focused staring. He shakes his head, and there is a quiet chuckle that can be heard in the room. His lips raise in a slow smirk, like he’s just been made aware of a secret, and you didn’t. And maybe he did.

Chan made plans for tonight. Plural. You told him you like not knowing everything in advance, so he planned different plans based on your responses to his actions. It was harder than organizing recording sessions. But since he saw your reactions earlier, he decides to stick to a precise plan. So, he acts in it.

Quickly and hard he delivers a slap on your inner thigh, the pain is a delicious sensation, hot and cold at the same time. A moment later the skin reddens to show Chan’s handprint and if possible, his cock gets ever harder. It twitches a little from where it’s hidden, head flushed and red, slowly but constantly leaking precum, forming a wet stain on his slacks .

“Fuck Chan!” You cry to his direction, eyes closed shut and brows knit in pleasure. You can feel heat where he hit you, and you want to press your fingers into it, wanting to feel the warmth and the pain and the pleasure. The moment you are ready to ask him for something, he delivers another slap in the same place. This time, though, Chan doesn’t let you breathe it out, doesn’t let you take your time to recover from it, no. He rakes his nails on your hot skin, watches as the skin quickly goes from red to white and to an even redder red where he scratched you. Digs his digits into your skin and revels in your gasps, feeling hot and ready to lose control, if a wind would blow in the room, he would cum in an instant. He’s ready for your next moan, your next gasp, but you’re quiet and your legs are trembling, and he’s scared he’s gone too far. He’s on the verge of apologizing, carrying you to the bathroom for a warm bath and cuddles and more apologies when he realizes he read you wrong. He didn’t give you too much, he gave you exactly what you needed, because -unbelievably so, for him- you’re coming. Clit untouched and your sopping hole twitching and throbbing around nothing, but you’re clearly coming. This is a different one, though. You’ve never been quiet while having an orgasm, but watching you with more attention calms him down, you look fine. He kisses you from your thigh to your cheekbone, stopping to nibble at your nipples, tongue lapping at your skin and sucking quick marks on you. “My pretty slut” a kiss on the nose, “you’re so greedy” a kiss on the right cheek, “your little pussy came untouched” a kiss on the forehead, “now I must give it some attention” a kiss on your chin. “Tell me your color?” He adds, tone sweeter and a hand caressing your face like you’re made of the finest glass.

“Green”. A smile appears on his face and he manhandles you to straddle his slacks covered thigh. Your wetness is seeping through the fabric, you squirm and he can see you’re embarrassed. “I told you I was gonna give it some attention. I want my baby girl to feel good.” He grabs you by your hips and forces you to move and grind your pussy on the fabric of his slacks. One of his hands sneaks into your hair and he pulls, stopping you from hiding into his neck. “No hiding. And stop hiding all your pretty sounds from me.”

The pleasure mixed with the overstimulation are overwhelming, and Chan’s new role is playing a big role in the moment and your arousal. His fingers are probably going to leave bruises in your skin, and you can’t wait to stand in front of a mirror to see them. Chan hands guide you back and forth and soon you’re clenching around nothing, “m’close Channie”, too desperate to control your movements.

“It’s okay, my baby. Just ask for it.” His hard cock is begging to be touched, still in the confines of his underwear and trousers. Yet, he has never been this hard and close to coming untouched. Your moans, the redness on your cheeks, the sweat matting your hair to your forehead and your incessant moans and cries of pleasure are making him lose his mind.

“Please Channie, can I cum?” You pant. “Let me cum, Daddy.” The last word is whispered, muffled into his shoulder but he hears it anyway. And he understands why you like it, the name giving him power, giving him a specific role, giving him the chance to give you exactly what you need.

“Then cum for Daddy.”

He watches you as cum, hands guiding your movements and his muscles flexing to give you as much pleasure as he can. He loves you like this, unabashed and free, vulnerable just for him.

But having you moaning and screaming his name is not enough. He doesn’t stop when you try to take a moment to collect yourself, he fixes his hold on your hips and forces your movements again. Back and forth, back and forth, again and again and it doesn’t matter how loud you whine, it doesn't matter your overstimulation, what matters now is making you cum another time. Anytime he pushes you towards him, he also pushes you down, setting an unforgiving pace that is torture on your sensitive clit. He’s relentless, but after just a few minutes you’re both rewarded with your legs clamping down on his thigh as you cum again. Unbelievably so, watching your second orgasm triggers his own orgasm and he moans your name loudly. He kisses you, messy and hungry, lips demanding and tongue insistent, claiming even your breath.

You’re gripping his shirt so hard, your fingers hurt. He delicately lays you down onto the bed and kisses you softly. As soon as his breathing comes back to normal, his worries come back too.

“Are you okay, baby? Did I hurt you? Was it too much? What do yo-“ you interrupt him with silly, quick kisses, trying to diminish his worries.

“I am more than okay.” A kiss. “I feel perfect.” A kiss. “You were perfect.” A kiss. “You’re always perfect, love.” A kiss. “I love you.” A kiss.

You kiss some more and he insists on showering together so he can take care of you and make sure you drink water and eat some fruit and chocolate. He tells you all about trying on himself what he did to you, and you’ve never loved him more.

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chaethewriter · 1 year

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You're dead to me [7]

dad!Jake Sully x human!daughter!reader

In which Jake Sully leaves his life on earth to settle down with the Omatikaya people as Toruk Makto. Having a family that consists of four kids with Neytiri, everything seems to work out just fine, but what if the past comes back for him? And his babygirl is right there in front of him?

warning: english isn't my first language, angst, fluff.

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You babbled to yourself as you ran through the park, well, if you could call it a park. What should be green and full of life looked so dead and sad. But that didn't stop you from visiting with your daddy. You loved the park. You had enough space to run all about and you played on the little amount of grass it still had. With luck, you could find a flower or any other interesting things you could take home with you. You loved exploring, you were a curious kid. Jake wheeled after you with your bag resting in his lap. You were fast, insanely fast and he had a hard time keeping up, "princess, wait for daddy." You turned around at the sound of his voice as you babbled his name, "daddy! Daddy fast." Your babbling made him laugh. It was something you developed as a kid, whenever you were excited about something or concentrating, you babbled. You ran towards him and stood behind the wheelchair, trying your best to push him forward with all your might. The gesture made him chuckle, "baby this won't do, go up ahead, but stay close to me. Got it?" You ran up in front of him as he put his hand on your head, patting your head before leaning in and giving you a small kiss on your lips. You giggled at his peck and nodded your head in agreement, "yes daddy!" And off you went. He wheeled after you as he enjoyed the sight of you. So carefree, so happy. It was a reminder of how he didn't deserve you. You crouched down as you dug your finger into the mossy grass.

"Baby, what are you up to?" This was the time he could catch up with you, now that you weren't moving so fast. When he finally stopped next to you, he removed his hands from the wheels to move one to your head, rubbing your head as you still crouched down, "what's wrong baby?" You removed your fingers from the mossy grass before he saw that you were holding something in your fingertips. "I have this?" You kept it up for him to see. It was a leaf, a dead one that is. It was slowly withering away with each touch, but that didn't matter to you. You liked it. A chuckle leaves Jake's lips as he opened your cute little bag on his lap, digging his hands into it as he took your purple-decorated map out. It was covered in purple stickers and your messy handwriting, with a picture of you and Jake on the cover. The map was filled with transparent file folders, some filled with interesting things you found in the outside world while others were empty, waiting to be filled. He opened it and flipped to an empty page. You gave him the leaf to him at its stim and he carefully slit it inside an empty folder. You watched in excitement as he did so, getting on your tiny feet as you held onto his leg. Once the leaf was secured into your map, he turned it around for you to see and you jumped in the air, clapping in your hands.

"wan find another one! Is us!" You babbled and immediately ran off to find another treasure to add to your collection. He chuckled in amusement as you just compared the two of you to a pair of dead leaves. He put the map back into your bag as he took something else out, your favorite drink. He took the straw off the side as he pushed the sharp end into the foil-covered circle on top. He quickly once took a sip of your drink before he again wheeled after you, "baby come here. You have to drink something." But you were yet again in your own world, crouched down as your hands were in the grass. He came up to you and stroked your cheek with his index finger, "baby?" You flinched at the touch, but leaned in once you felt the familiar warmth, "mhh?" You hummed as you tried to take something out of the grass. "Come drink something, I also brought you a snack." He tapped on his lap, indicating that you should rest up right on his lap. "Daddy help take flower safe if I rest?" You pointed at the small flower tangled in the grass. He nodded his head, "yes I will get that for you, alright baby?" He hung your bag on his armchair and took you in his arms to put you down on his lap. He passed you your favorite drink, which you took in your grabby hands with a satisfied grin. You took a few sips as you watched your dad going through your bag, "ah there it is." He pulled out a small bag of fruit cookies for you to eat. Your eyes sparkled as he opened the plastic for you and held it in his hands. You positioned yourself, sitting sideways now as your legs were dangling onto his right thigh. "Thank you, daddy," and you dug in: with one hand popping your fruit cookies in your mouth while the other was holding onto your drink. With his free hand, Jake repositioned the wheelchair, now sitting next to the place you were digging in. He put his hands around you to secure you while still making it easy for you to grab your snacks, as he leaned to his side.

His claw dug into the mossy ground as he touched and searched for the flower you were talking about. He relied on his touch as he couldn't see what he was touching, because of his current position. It all felt the same, mossy rough grass until his fingertip brushed against a texture he didn't feel before. Gentle, soft. He carefully wiggled it around and once it came to loose, Jake sat back up straight and held the tiny flower into his palm, showing it off to you, "is this what you meant?" You nodded in excitement, "thank you papa love you!!" He chuckled and pressed his nose into your hair, taking in your scent before pressing a kiss against your ear, "I love you too princess." Your findings of the day were ironic in his eyes. A dead leaf and a pretty flower. He thought back about your words.

This us daddy.

He smiled at the accuracy.

It was them, the dead leaf that found his flower.

Your mind felt foggy as you tried to wake up from your slumber. The last thing you remembered before dozing off was munching on the fruits Kiri gifted you. You must have eaten a lot, considering you needed to take your mask off every time you wanted to pop a piece in your mouth. Did you pass out because of the lack of oxygen? You didn't know. A groan left your lips as you slowly opened your eyes. A bright light shone into your eyes, making you squint your eyes to block as much light as possible. For living in a cave, it sure was bright. Is this what a healthy planet was like? You didn't complain. "Babygirl? Are you awake?" You felt one of your hands getting caressed. It actually felt nice, warm, and comforting even. You decided to bathe in the warmth against your skin until it dawned on you. That familiar voice, that familiar touch. Your eyes shot open in surprise as you looked to your right. Much to your dismay, you met the gaze of Jake Sully who was staring deep into your soul as he held your hand into both of his, his lips pressed against your skin. You hissed at him, like you learned during your classes, as you harshly pulled your hand away from his, earning a sad expression in return, "that is very inappropriate to do to your acquaintances, Jake Sully." You spoke through gritted teeth, venom laced in your tone. You wanted to get up and walk out, but you couldn't get up against the height and size of Toruk Makto, since he was most definitely stopping you from exiting the tent and he definitely wasn't planning to let you go anytime soon. You were responding calmer than usual, probably because you already cried, screamed and punched your feelings out to him, now barely anything left to show him. What he saw in front of you wasn't his daughter crying because he left, but a warrior trained to fight. Your gaze was hardened and almost expressionless. He didn't like this, not one bit. He wanted to get punch, insulted, anything, but this hurt so much more. His lips are pursed before he spoke up, "I know I wasn't a great father, but I promise you, I will show you that I cared, and still care, about you." A low chuckle left your lips, "Don't make promises you can't keep, Sully." The sentence had so much more meaning, to both you and him. You believed his promises as a child, the promise that he would stay with you forever. Now that you're older you knew promises were just empty sayings. The guilt resurfaced in his body once again as he thought of the many promises he broke. "I'll show you, no, I'm determined to show you that I always cared for my little girl." He held your hand again. You tried to pull away, now getting more aggressive because of the touch. He squeezed your hand one more time before he finally let go of your warmth, heading towards the exit of the tent. The loss of warmth made you as you looked after him, now back in your laying position, "You were always good enough of a father to me, if you thought you weren't." His back was turned to you as his eyes widened at the confession. He looked back at you as you spoke the words of reassurance he always needed. When he looked back, he didn't meet your gaze. Instead, you laid there as you watched the ceiling, not paying a mind to Jake Sully at all.

He wanted to speak up again, but then someone entered the room. "Sissy, good morning." He chirped, but when his gaze locked with his father his happy expression soon faltered into a neutral one. The two of them stared at each other, one with a sad expression. Jake wondered, how did he know you? "Good morning, baby bro." You immediately sat up with a bright smile at the sight of Neteyam, who was carrying a lot of stuff in his arms. From food, to fresh clothes and a hair brush. He beamed at you as he put the stuff down next to you. "Lo'ak went to visit the lab once it got light outside and brought you a fresh set of your outfit." He said as sat down to take his hunter's knife out, taking a fruit and cutting the skin off. "Thank you so much Teyam, you shouldn't have." You scratch behind his ears like you would do to a cat, earning a purr from him. You chuckled as he embarrassingly pushed your arm away from him. Jake watched the entire scene unfold in front of him, a hint of jealousy in his body. He felt so jealous of his son, for having a great relationship with you in such a short amount of time. "You can leave now, you know. She's taken care of," Neteyam spoke up as his gaze was focused on the fruits in front of him. He looked right at you, you already staring at him before you turned your focus to Neteyam. Defeated, he left the tent, knowing that him being there won't make anything better.

But he won't give up.

"Ma yawne, what do I do?" Jake was pacing around the pod as Neytiri was folding some laundry, just their different pieces of loincloths. "It's something you should figure out on your own, ma Jake." Neytiri spoke as a matter of fact, her gaze never leaving the task in front of her. "She doesn't want to acknowledge me anymore, do I just give up?" Give up? "Since when does the great Toruk Makto give up?" That nickname made him wince in embarrassment. "You tamed the mighty Toruk, and brought our clan to victory, but you tend to give up because of this?" That was the harsh reality. He was thinking about giving up once again when he thought about his daughter. Now finally having you in his reach again, he can't just sit back and do nothing. He thought about Loak's words. Actions. He had to show you. But how? You weren't his little girl anymore. You probably didn't like adventurous walks anymore. He didn't know you, so how could he possibly do something? "Spend time with her, be around her. You have a great chance for that today. We are getting to work out our plans against the sky demons. Use this chance." and he knew that she was right.

"Are you okay?" Even without eyebrows, you could see the frown on his face as he focused on your fruits. He cut the piece in a size for you to pop in your mouth. "Yes, I guess? Thank you." You ate the piece he put on your palms as you zoned out, "what do you think I should do, Teyam?" You wanted your happily ever after with your father, his wife and your siblings. But was it fair to you? "Are you going to forgive him?" He continued wondering as he asked you these questions, cutting up the last piece of fruit and putting it in a wooden bowl for you to eat. He cleaned his knife with a cloth and put it back against his hip. "I mean, I am sure I will do it eventually. But for now I want him to work for my trust rather than me believing him right away. All he can do is talk, you know how he is." You chuckled softly and threw your arm around your younger brother. You saw how his tail swung from left to right. Was it because he felt happy? He buried his forehead in the crook of your neck as his ears twitched, "yeah.. I know exactly what you mean." His ears drooped to his head as he spoke and you raised your eyebrows. "Do you need to talk about something? Teyam what's wrong?" You wiped your fingers clean to your pants as you brought it to his head, rubbing his braids. His ears twitched again.

"Dad expects the best of me, as I am the mighty warrior and future clan head. He wants me to train from day til night, but at the same time he expects me to take care of my three siblings. And on top of that they will choose my mate, the future Tsahik, but what if I want to find happiness? I never complained about anything before, but I just can't take it anymore. He keeps talking and talking about my future, but I just want to be a kid..." Neteyam spilled his heart out to you, his ear twitching against your cheek as he did so. Your expression turned into a sad one, disappointed in the way your father treats his own kid. "Please stay sissy. I'm never this selfish, but please stay. I need you." Your lips pursed. Founding your family right here on Pandora, you wanted to stay here forever so badly. But what about everyone else back at home? Your lieutenant was probably waiting for your return, as well as other people from the resistance. Seb and Raja will eventually return as well, but what about you? Lost in thought as you rubbed Neteyam's head you realized something. Was this the struggle dad was in as well as he chose between Pandora and earth?

When Neteyam left to prepare himself for the meeting, you did the same. You changed into the fresh clothes Lo'ak brought you. You were so thankful he did, now you felt fresh and ready for the hunt. Eventually Mo'at also returned to her tent, as you were staying there the entire night. You greeted her respectfully, as she did the same to you in return. "How are you feeling, child? Did Jake Sully speak to you?" She always was straight to the point, just like her daughter. You could appreciate that. "Yes, he did. I'm in conflict with myself. As I realized I was upset at him to leave me, yet I am in the same position right now." You explained everything to her in detail: from the moment you woke up to holding your dad's hand to the conversation with Neteyam and the dilemma you were in. "So now I feel guilty, but I have a right to feel what I feel right?" Tsahik knew best after all. She walked up towards you and grabbed your hand, holding it with both of hers. "You absolutely have the right for that, 'eveng. But try to give him a chance once you notice how much energy he puts into this and how much he loves you. You can only feel his love through here" she put your hand on your chest, right where your heart is, "listen to your gut, don't let your brain work against your feelings, my child. Don't let the revenge overcome your mind."

Neteyam and Lo'ak picked you up from the tent as it was time for the meeting. You readjusted your katana on your hip as they lead you to the entrance of high camp, right where the speeches and strategies happened. "Soooo, did you talk to grandmother?" Lo'ak started out of curiosity, earning a smack on the back of the head from his brother, "Don't be so oblivious, you skxwang!" You chuckled at the brothers, shaking your head. "Don't worry about it Teyam," you told the Na'vi before you gazed at your other brother, "yeah I talked to the Tsahik, she told me to not let revenge overcome my mind." Lo'ak gave you a look, telling you to continue, "but I don't mind playing with him a bit. He deserves it after all." He smiled brightly at you and ruffled your hair, earning a groan from you, "stop that my hair will go fuzzy!!" Neteyam shook his head at your antics, but a smile couldn't help but slip out. When you got there you heard your name getting called, "(Y/N)!" Seb and Raja ran towards you, bright smiles on their faces. You knew you couldn't hug since this was a professional meeting. Yet you couldn't help but hold their hands with a smile. They looked behind you with curious glances. Behind you stood Neteyam and Lo'ak, awkwardly waiting for you to introduce them. "Seb, Raja these are my baby brothers. Neteyam and Lo'ak te Suli Tsyeyk'itan. Brothers, these are my friends. Seb and Raja." You pointed your fingers as you introduced them to one another. Seb and Raja brought their hand to their forehead, "Oel Ngati Kameie." Neteyam and Lo'ak smiled at their respectful introduction, before doing the same.

"Everyone, welcome. Gather please." A voice rang through the cave. It was one of your colonels. The rest was honestly all a blur for you. You only knew that this was about raiding some transport from the RDA. Meetings like these were so boring to you, you couldn't take it. You dug into the ground with the tip of your shoe and drew a few circles with your heels. "Sully! We need you on the front, right at the direct attack. I expect you to follow the Olo'eyktan's direct orders from there?" Jake almost wanted to answer upon the call of his last name, just like he used to do in the military. But then his daughter answered and the realization hit him.

You're on his team.

This was his chance.

Thank, Eywa.

This was a good thing after all,

right?

A/N: ty for reading! Lmk what you thought. Thank you for all the support. <3

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ddejavvu · 8 months

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Hi!! So I saw your post for Anakin request and I thought of one. Remember that scene where Anakin and Obi wan go in a club? So I was thinking that scene with Reader and Anakin seeing Reader getting hit on and his being a little jelly. Reader gotta remind him that its him that she wants

Debilitating Desire - Anakin Skywalker x Reader (18+)

Summary: Anakin doesn't handle jealousy well. When a sleazy patron of a bar you're investigating decides he's got the right to touch you, and Anakin can't react because your relationship is a secret, he has to save his outburst for later. Unfortunately, he's only able to make it a few steps down the street before he decides he needs you, right here, right now.

Contents/Warnings: jedi!reader, fem!reader, smut (minors dni), p in v, rough sex, biting, overstimulation, semi-public sex (they're in an alleyway), jealousy, reader gets grabbed by the wrist by a creepy guy </3, lots and lots of messy kisses, anakin's a little possessive but is anyone surprised

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feedback is greatly appreciated! comment, reblog, talk in the tags, send me a message, tell me what you think!

Scouting information from bartenders is next to impossible, but scouting it from their patrons is much easier. Loose-lipped drunks are your targets tonight, and you reconvene with Anakin to corroborate information after gathering intel.

"Okay, I've got a Twi'lek male," You start, and Anakin shakes his head.

"No, no, one of the men I talked to said he was Neimoidian."

"Someone else said Rodian," You groan, "Anakin, maybe we should be asking people who aren't drunk."

"Look around," The man before you scoffs, gesturing to the bar full of nothing but reeling, wobbly drunks, "No one here is sober but him."

"He doesn't have a translator on hand," You drawl, looking at the Ithorian bartender who purposefully 'forgets' his translator whenever someone tries questioning him, "And we don't either."

"We're not getting anywhere," Anakin concludes, a sour scowl on his face as he reaches for your waist to lead you out. "No one's sober, so let's just go, and-"

"I'm sober." A raspy, near-hoarse voice comes from a table nearby, and a hand catches your wrist. Your instinct is to reel back but you don't, even when Anakin's hand tries prying you away with its gloved grip on your waist.

It's a human speaking to you, as far as you can tell, and he's leaning back into the shadowy corner of the bar that he'd been occupying. You're not sure for how long, but if he knows anything about the incident you're trying to gather intel on, you'd like to hear it.

"How long have you been here, sir?" You question, tensing slightly when the man's hand stays firm around your wrist.

"Couple hours," He looks smug, knowing he's holding prized information from two Jedi, "Something you'd like to ask me?"

"You've been here for a couple hours and you're sober?" Anakin questions, pressing you harder into his side in his futile attempt to casually tear you away from the man, "I don't believe that."

"I can hold my liquor," The man boasts, voice far more harsh when addressing Anakin than yourself, "Among other things."

Anakin's had enough. He grabs your hand, stealing it away from the seedy man's grasp and scoffing something unintelligible at him. But you yank him back, a tense smile on your face as you tilt your head towards him urgently.

"I'd like to find out what he knows," You speak forcefully, leaving no room for argument even if Anakin is especially good at creating them.

He scowls at you with an intensity that would normally excite you, though you're not sure you're capable of any feeling other than creeped in the bar you're standing in now.

"You're welcome to go back to the transport if you'd like," You narrow your eyes at Anakin, and the man in the booth leans back smugly at the offer, "But I'm going to do my job."

"Yes, boy," The man disregards Anakin's hands clenching at his sides, "Go back to your ship. You're not needed."

"I'm fine here," Anakin snaps, and the second you sit down across from the man, his hands are on your shoulders as he stands behind you. He grips them tight but the gloved hand clenches just a little more into your skin, and the firm grip grounds you, keeping your voice steady when you speak.

"If you've been here for a couple of hours, you probably witnessed an unfortunate incident a little while ago, didn't you? A fight?"

"There's lots of fights here," The man hums, pretending to think on it, "Can you be more specific?"

"The victim had seven blaster wounds," Anakin seethes, hands only tightening in their grip on your shoulders, "You happen to hear seven blasts?"

"Eight." You mutter, pointing at a singed hole in the wall, "One missed."

"Ah, blaster fight," The man in front of you strokes a hand thoughtfully along his stubbled jaw, "Yeah, 'think I can remember something like that. Some incentive might help jog me a bit, though."

You're not sure whether he means money or sex, but you can't rule either out with the way he's staring. You'd have expected the modest Jedi robes you're wearing to deter any wandering eyes but evidently, some people can't be discouraged.

"We don't have any incentive to offer," You narrow your eyes at him, and Anakin takes over.

"Unless by incentive you mean your life. Tell us what you saw, or you'll envy the target of those blasts."

Your annoyance boils just beneath your skin at Anakin's threats, but you know he won't listen to your urgings to be more careful with his word choice. This man doesn't exactly seem like he'd file a formal complaint with the Jedi Council, but if word ever got around that Anakin was threatening unnecessary violence, you're sure it wouldn't go over well.

Despite Anakin's words having been nothing but a bluff, the man changes his tune when he notices the saber clipped to Anakin's belt, your own hidden beneath the edge of the table. He straightens in his seat, sighing in annoyance, "It was two Neimoidians. Dressed real fancy, stood out like sore thumbs in this place. They cornered some unlucky human over there," He points to the corner of the bar where the singe mark hangs over the cheap decor, "She tried to run, but a Rodian shot her down."

"One Rodian?" You ask, and the man nods.

"Hell of a shot." The man muses with a gnarled grin, and that only makes you more worried. Hell of a shot but he'd fired eight? Clearly they wanted this human - who you have good reason to believe was an undercover informant working against the Separatists - dead.

"The shooter and the Neimoidians were working together?" Anakin confirms, receiving another nod from the man opposite you.

"Thank you," You stand, and to your delight, Anakin's hands snake down your back, the strong, gloved one finding your waist again like a magnet.

"I'm here most nights," The man calls out before you can leave, and you turn to glance at him in disdain as he props his feet up onto the dingy table, "Love to see 'ya off duty, sweetheart."

"Go," Anakin spits against your ear, grip on your waist turning harsh. Your breath hitches and you let Anakin practically push you out of the bar and onto the streets, teeming with civilians until you duck into an alleyway three blocks down from the door.

You're immediately backed up against the wall of the building behind you, but you're too fired up to care as you glare at Anakin, "Don't start with me. Threatening him, Anakin? What if Obi-Wan found out?"

"Obi-Wan is going to be too busy tracking down those Neimoidians to care how we got it out of the guy," Anakin scoffs and the exasperated breath hits your face. His expression only darkens further at the mention of the older man, "That's not the point. Did you see the way he was looking at you?"

"That doesn't matter," You assure Anakin with a soft sigh, but from the distasteful curl of his lips into a hard sneer, it does matter. He's standing tall in front of you with ragged, angry breaths coming from his chest, brows furrowed and jaw clenched as he tries containing his upset. It's not aimed at you, of course, but it's a sight nevertheless. He's all sharp features and tense muscles, rage brewing inside of him that's sure to spill over if you don't turn down the heat in time.

"Men like that are creeps," You dismiss, but Anakin is much less eager to let the situation go, still pressing you against the wall of the dingy alleyway, "Women don't talk to him unless he pays them to, is it any surprise he was forward when I approached him for free?"

"But you gave him no indication-" Anakin gushes, poorly-contained rage grating at his rough voice, "I don't understand. I don't understand how I'm supposed to be yours, how you're supposed to be mine, if people like him think you're theirs for the taking."

"It doesn't matter what he thinks, he can't have me, Anakin." You assure him. You know it's hard for him, being secretive about your relationship. Anakin is highly devoted, to his work, to his training, but most of all to you, and to have to stuff that down whenever you're not alone grates on his nerves.

Your answer doesn't seem to persuade him, so you brace your hand against his rapidly rising and falling chest, "He can't have me because I'm yours, Anakin."

Whatever hateful haze has clouded over his eyes clears like fog as he blinks at your words, probably muscling down hot tears of frustration. He surges forwards to kiss you, and it's hard to be upset that you're pressed against a dirty wall when Anakin's mouth is on your own.

His kisses are fervent and desperate, lips relentlessly catching your own between them. They're sloppy as his hands find your waist like there's magnets in your blood, his palms oppositely charged.

"I want you," He pleads, voice rough and ragged, "I want you all the time. I wanted to take your hand in there. I wanted to take more than your hand," He pants, speaking against your lips that have grown dewy from his saliva. "I wanted to grab your jaw-" He mimics the action, gloved hand clenching at your chin, "And- and kiss you, and bend you right over his table and take you."

"Right in his face," Anakin grunts, and you feel his cock beginning to stiffen through the layers of his robes as he presses himself to you. "Right in his fucking face, angel, I wanted to have you."

"You have me now," You breathe, equally as lustful as you press sticky kiss after sticky kiss to Anakin's tense jawline, "Ani, you have me now, and you have me forever."

"Forever," He groans, and you can see his eyes dilate at the thought. He's perpetually breathless as he chooses to spend his oxygen by kissing you once more. It's all heavy pants and strings of drool, appropriate for the dark, damp alleyway you're hidden in; a dirty fuck for a dirty place.

"Anakin," You moan, your pussy pulsing as his tongue smooths over your top lip, "I need you, here-" Your words muffle as Anakin licks flat over your lips, practically drinking the words out of your mouth, "-here and now. I know it's dirty, but I- I need it. I need you. Please?"

"Say it again," He orders, kissing you so that you can't.

You have to speak while he's still dragging his thick, wet tongue over yours, "I need you."

"More," He presses, his nose now nudging at your cheek as he tilts his head, granting himself only deeper access to your warm mouth.

"I need you," You vow, words garbled as he never backs away from your mouth, "Anakin, I need you."

"You have me," He groans, reveling in the pleasure that your words bring him. His hips roll compulsively against yours, grating through the many layers of robes you're both clad in like he can't stop them if he tries. "And I have you. Angel, I've got you, come here."

He says it like you're trying to leave, like you're not smashed flat between him and a wall. But you try anyways, slinging your hand around his neck to drag him in closer.

Anakin was focused on undoing your belt, but when you pull him close with your arm wrapped behind his neck he pauses, eyes closing as he knocks his forehead against yours.

"Ani-"

"He touched you," Anakin remembers, reaching up to take your wrist in his hand. He holds it delicately, bringing it between your faces to kiss the soft skin against the inside, "He grabbed you. He touched you right here," He peppers more soft kisses against your wrist, "Did he hurt you?"

"No," You hum softly, lips still slick with Anakin's spit, "It was just creepy, that's all. It didn't hurt."

"I'm sorry. I love you," He tells the skin of your wrist, and your hand naturally fits against his cheek, your fingertips ghosting over his ear.

"I love you," You repeat him, and his eyes flit back to your own.

"I love you." He rushes in for another kiss, this one just as desperate as the last. His tongue probes freely through your mouth, he's always been good with it, and your cunt clenches around nothing as Anakin's hands slide back to your waist. This time he lets you sling both of your arms around his neck, shuddering into the kiss when your nails scrape up the baby hairs at the base of his neck.

"Fuck," He groans against your mouth, fingers tugging more desperately now on the belt that he's so accustomed to putting on and taking off. Finally he undoes the buckle, letting it slide down to your ankles. You feel dirty as you hear the clatter of your saber against the ground; you're getting stripped and fucked in a dingy alleyway. But It releases the waistband of your pants, and shame gives way to pleasure as Anakin pries eagerly at the clasp.

"Touch me," You beg, and he's one step ahead of you. His hand presses flat to your belly as he snakes it down your pants, his warm skin pressed flush to your slit as he cups your needy cunt. You feel slick gathered in your pussy, and you're sure if he slips two fingers inside, it'll gush over his digits.

"You're warm," He murmurs, and you're not sure whether he means the spit he's lapping from your mouth, or the way your cunt bleeds heat against his palm. Either way, you know he likes it as his hips buck into your own again, pressing his hand further against your pussy.

"Ani," You feel his bulge through the layers of clothing he's sporting, still dragging him impossibly further with your arms around his neck, practically smashing his face into yours. "Ani, I need you inside, please?"

"I'll take care of you," He promises, kissing sweetly across your jaw, and down to your neck, "Angel, I want you to touch me."

"Hm?" Your brain is dazed, comprehending little as Anakin rolls his palm against your clit.

"Use this hand," He reaches for the one that the man inside had grabbed, "Use this hand, angel, and touch me with it. Get me hard, use the hand he touched."

"Okay," You breathe, scrambling for his belt and letting him help you with the hand that's not down your pants. A part of you is worried someone will see the two of you, but halfway disrobed and shrouded in shadow, you're not recognizable as Jedi, nor are these streets ever free from filth; you blend right in.

When Anakin's belt is undone he lets it fall just like your own had, and you gratefully slip your hands beneath the tunic it had been holding down. You have easy access to his pants now, and slipping your hand inside like he's doing to you means you're met with a half-hard dick.

"You're leaking," You observe, as precum oozes from the head of his cock. You smear it around the tip with your thumb, and his hips jerk into your hand. It's an awkward angle that you're at, stroking his dick while he cups your pussy in the palm of his hand, but it's apparently not uncomfortable to him, because with each pump of your fingers around the length of his cock, it hardens in your grip.

"Oh- fuck, get it- get it messy," He pants, straining as he tries not to cum right then and there at the sight of his pre smeared over your hand.

It's hard not to get it messy. His sticky precum oozes from the head of his dick like a steady stream, beads and beads of the stuff smeared away by your hand to help lubricate the measured strokes you're pumping over his dick.

Your fingers are soon tacky with precum, and his dick makes obscene squelching noises as you run your fist down it. He's panting as his palm grinds hard against your clit, and your hips snap into his hands, moving your entire body forwards. It means your fist slides roughly, sharply straight down to the base of his cock, and he bites back a hiss at the slight pain you've inflicted upon him.

"Now," He breathes rough and ragged, "I need you now. Maker, I'm gonna fucking-" He cuts himself off with a grunt, the hand that's cupping your wet heat flipping and twisting to yank the waistband of your pants down. It catches you by surprise, and the tantalizingly small amount of friction you'd been able to gain while grinding against his palm is gone, leaving the cool air of Coruscant's dingy lower levels to shock you.

"Put it in," He orders, his head downturned, forehead pressed against your own, "Baby, put- get me inside of you, I need-to-be-inside-of-you- there y'go."

You use your fist to line up his cock with your needy entrance, his hips more than willing to close the distance to make it easier for you. You don't get a second to adjust to the heavenly feeling of his tip brushing against your folds before he's jackhammering into you, chest now pressed tightly to your own as he slams you once more against the wall.

You let out a garbled scream as you're instantly full, the pace Anakin sets absolutely merciless on your sloppy cunt. You're well wet enough to provide lubrication for his lengthy cock, but just because you're wet doesn't mean you're ready, and the sensation of him bypassing any cautious thrusts and heading right into jackrabbit territory is one that has you crying out.

"Scream," Anakin hisses, his teeth digging harshly into your plush bottom lip. He licks over the stinging bite mark seconds later, the wet muscle sweeping over your own, "Scream as loud as you can, angel. I want him to hear. Tell him," He pulls away from your mouth only to wrestle your face to the side, his gloved hand gripping tight at your jaw.

"Tell him," Anakin urges, kissing and licking sticky stripes up your neck, "Tell that miserable old creep who makes you scream. Tell him who you love, tell him who fucks you into the wall."

"A- Ani-" You try, but it's not good enough for the man still relentlessly pounding his hips against yours. His free hand is gripping the pliant flesh of your ass with a force that surely means your chub is spilling through his fingers, and he uses the grip to hike your leg up, giving him a better angle to destroy your drooling cunt from.

"Louder. Say it louder." Anakin demands, forcing your jaw open with his hand, "Tell him!"

It's terribly difficult to power through the rather attention-grabbing sensation of Anakin's rock-hard cock bullying your wet cunt. He's rougher than he needs to be, balls slapping hard against the flesh of your ass that he's got in his hold.

But you have to try, and with an embarrassingly loud, desperate pitch to your voice, you scream, "Anakin!"

The second his name comes spilling from your lips in a wanton cry he manhandles your face back towards him, jamming his lips over your own.

"Maker," He growls, "You're so fucking perfect. I tell you to scream my name and you do it," He revels in your obedience, tongue licking a hot, wet stripe over your mouth. He holds it open with his fingers pinched into your cheeks but he doesn't venture inside, merely flattening his tongue over your stinging, swollen lips to leave a drooly residue behind. Only once you've been marked does he delve his tongue between your lips, licking at your own like it's his last meal.

"You're so good for me," His words slur together in their intensity, voice thick and raw with obsession, "Nngh, you're so-" You reach down, barely able to coordinate enough brainpower to take his balls into your hand, massaging them as best you can while his hips piston in and out of you at record pace, "-you're so good to me, Angel. More, give me- more, I want more." He begs, the words spilling over your tongue. He grabs tighter at the flesh of your ass, surely bruising the skin and leaving you sore tomorrow.

"Ah! Anakin," You cry, the feeling of his tongue lapping at your own and swapping spit until there's pools of it around your teeth sending a pulse of electricity straight to your core that makes it throb. Anakin feels your cunt convulse, only pushing his tongue further into your mouth. He's a presence; every part of his body is touching every part of your body. He's all-consuming, he's an enigma, he's yours.

Anakin fucks you harder and faster than ever before. All of his strength training must have done wonders because you can't fathom how he's able to generate that much power this fast, but his hips ram into you while his gloved hand releases your ass to pinch at your clit. He abuses the sensitive bud, pinching and rolling it between his fingers to coax more convulsions out of your sticky cunt.

It works.

The pressure that Anakin presses around your clit lights a live wire of hot, heavy arousal that trails up your spine, heat flowing from where Anakin is still latched onto your shoulder right down to your throbbing core. All of a sudden it's too much, everything is too much, and you feel your orgasm hit you like a speeder, knocking the breath out of your lungs as white hot pleasure burns at your cunt. It's a sensation that splatters firework-worthy bliss from your head to your toes, and your thighs tremble as Anakin fucks you through what might be the most intense, violent orgasm of your life.

"Anakin!" You scream.

Everything he does is rough, from the way his teeth nip at your lips, to the way he's trying to suck your tongue down his throat, to the way his fingers bully your puffy clit, to the way the head of his cock pounds into you with enough force to bruise. It's rough, it's messy, it's aggressive, and it's wonderful. You've never felt such pure jealousy radiating off of Anakin before, and you think it's because you've never been able to indulge him so soon after his jealousy blooms. If he's wary of someone in the temple you have to wait until nightfall to fuck, and if the incident occurs any time before dinner he's more mellow when he finally has you. But now it's fresh, now the brand of raging jealousy is still sizzling against his brain, and he's pumping all of the residual heat straight into you.

"Kriff," He grunts, nearly biting the tip of your tongue as he tries latching onto your lower lip, "Cum. Fuck yeah, angel- angel cum for me, cum- aagh! Cum on my dick," He demands, and you couldn't deny his request if you tried. Your pussy clenches wildly around his cock, convulsing with the force of your orgasm and you claw at his back, regretful that you hadn't stripped off his shirt so that you could scratch up his skin.

All too soon the effects of Anakin's pacing and strength flip a switch, and you're twitching in overstimulation added to your bliss. There's a distinct stinging sensation that's now alongside - and possibly contributing to - your residual ecstasy. The ache is a product of Anakin's sharp thrusts, but his movements are getting sloppy, and all the while he spills obscenities in drool over your tongue.

"You're mine. Gonna fucking cum in you, gonna make you mine, gonna- aah!" He rambles, words and spit alike spilling hastily from his mouth and into your own as he struggles to keep himself steady. He's jackhammering into you so fast that you think he could knock you right through the wall if he tried. You're plastered against it, head thrown back and chest heaving as you try not to collapse under the intense amount of sensation you're receiving.

"Ani," You grip at his biceps, dragging one hand up his left arm and digging your nails into his scalp, "Ani- cum, please cum! Please," You whimper, not sure if you're begging because you need the delicious sensation of his release painting your insides, or because you might pass out if your cunt gets fucked by Anakin's stupidly big cock much more than it has been already, "Please cum!"

"You want me to cum?" He asks, a dreadful rasp to his voice as he ravages your mouth. He bites at your tongue, latches on with his teeth like a wild animal and digs them into the squirming muscle until your saliva runs hot, "You want me to cum in you, angel? You want me to fill you up- stuff you 'til you're leaking?"

"Yes," You moan, one hand still clutching his arm while the other tugs at the base of his curls, "Yes, fuck Anakin, please, I need you to give me your cum! I need your cum, please!"

"You need my cum," He revels, a growl lacing the edge of his voice that sends perpetual shivers down your spine, "You fucking need me. Wish that creep could see you now. Fucked stupid, begging for my cum. Beg for it again, baby. Beg for my cum."

"I need it!" You cry, desperate as you yank tighter at his hair, "Anakin, please, I need it!"

All of a sudden he's no longer invading your mouth, his own latching tightly to your shoulder as he sinks his teeth into you.

"Take it," He grunts gruffly against your skin as he latches onto it, dick finally twitching before spurting hot, thick globs of cum into your spent cunt. Nothing is more gratifying than the feeling of Anakin biting at your shoulder while his hips fuck his cum relentlessly into you, and you're sure you'll be sore all over tomorrow morning. He's letting out the filthiest, most obscene string of grunts against your shoulder as his teeth barely avoid breaking your skin, and though your limbs shake with overstimulation your body doesn't move because it's in his strong grip.

The feeling of him cumming inside of you is like a second orgasm of your own. It's not really a release for you, you haven't cum twice, but Anakin's warm cum flooding your core and squelching as he jerks his hips through his climax feels almost as satisfying as if you were the one cumming. His grunts and growls slowly fade as he comes down from his monumental orgasm, and when he unlocks his jaw from around your shoulder, he leaves behind a ring of teeth marks and a sheen of drool on your skin.

"Kriff," He pants, chest heaving and dick softening as he slumps against you. You're not ready for his added weight, but the little strength he has left is used to hold you upright, so you don't flatten beneath his frame.

"Are you okay?" He hums, lips moving lazily against your neck. They're still wet with spit, and you feel the stuff cooling on your skin.

"I'm okay," You decide, "But- but I don't think I can walk, Ani."

You feel him smile, hear him huff out a laugh even though his eyes are drooping, "I'm sorry. I- It's like I couldn't control myself," He admits, breath fanning warm and wet against your neck, "Not after seeing him grab you."

"I know," You stroke a gentle hand through his sweaty curls, happy to be close to him now that your veins aren't pumping lust through your entire system.

"If Obi-Wan asks," Anakin straightens up, his limbs surprisingly strong for how aggressively he'd fucked you, "You got shoved around by a nasty patron, okay? We'll say they caught you by surprise when you were trying to talk to the bartender."

"Okay." You nod, letting him do all of the work in retrieving your belts from the ground and securing yours around your waist. He hooks his own tightly, his saber thankfully unharmed from being dropped.

"Come here," He holds his arms out, but you barely move to help him scoop you up. He does the lifting on his own, letting you sling your spent arms around his neck and laze your head against his shoulder.

Anakin makes it out of the alleyway, but when he should turn left towards your speeder, he veers right.

"Anakin," You frown, lifting your head wearily to see him approaching the bar again, "Anakin, our speeder's the other way."

"I want you to talk to him," His voice is firm, not much of its honey-sweetness left that had been there after you'd fucked in the dingy alleyway, "I want you to stand there, while I hold you up, and I want you to inform him he'll be questioned by the Jedi Council about what he saw. I want you to lie to him while my cum drips down your legs, angel." He murmurs, his words impossibly filthy even for the setting you're in, "Can you do that?"

"He won't be examined by the Council," Your hazy brain struggles to keep up, "What do you mean?"

"Lie to him." Anakin repeats, eyes slightly darker than they usually are, "Make him afraid while your pussy leaks my cum."

"Okay," You nod willingly, letting Anakin brace your feet on the ground with one of your arms slung over his shoulder to lead you into the bar. Your legs are shaky, you look a mess, but you could be perceived as someone coming away from a nasty fight, so you hold your head high and try to control your thoughts.

"There," Anakin murmurs, spotting the old man where he's already watching you from the corner, "Do it, angel."

Anakin leads you over, stopping short in front of the man's table so that he can't touch you again. He looks pleased at your return, albeit confused as to why you're a mess.

"The Jedi Council wants to speak with you," You recite obediently as the man's eyes widen slightly in apprehension. You can already feel the slow trickle of Anakin's thick cum leaking down your thighs now that you're upright, and it almost distracts you from what you're saying. "They want to know your role in the fight, and what you observed if that's truly all you did. They suspect that you might be working against the Republic, and-"

"I'm not talking to the Jedi Council," The man's face curls into a sneer and his voice is gruff, but not pleasantly so, like Anakin's. He stands from his seat rather uncoordinatedly and bolts for the door, surely expecting you to chase after him. But you don't, you couldn't if you tried, and Anakin gathers you back into his arms.

"Good." He hums, resisting the urge to kiss your forehead for fear of outing your relations, 'You did good, angel. I'm proud of you."

"We'll have to sneak into the temple without interception," You plan as your head rests once more on Anakin's shoulder. He navigates the crowded bar perfectly with you in his arms, and this time he turns towards your speeder like he's supposed to. "Obi-Wan will be waiting for us, but you can tell him to gather the Council, that way we'll have time to clean up."

"Oh, no." Anakin's chuckle is dark as he lowers you into the seat of your speeder. He kisses at your forehead, strokes away a bead of sweat at your hairline, "No, angel. You'll speak to the Council the same way you spoke to that lowlife. With my cum dripping down your thighs."

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JUJUTSU KAISEN + FINDING YOUR SPOT

☰ CHARACTERS ⋮ gojo satoru, geto suguru, fushiguro toji, nanami kento, okkotsu yuta

— contents ⋮ nsfw and 18+ content, all characters are aged up, fem! reader, unprotected sex, dacryphilia, slight size kink, riding, creampie, overstimulation

— notes ⋮ this was originally just a gojo thirst but i lost motivation to write what i had planned and i just decided to make this into hcs so that is why his is a bit longer sobsob

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gojo watches with a grin on his face as you try to take all of him in, hands behind his head while you struggle to fit his thick girth all the way. he smirks at the way tears prick at your lashes and your lips wobble as they curl into a soft pout, looking at him with pleading eyes.

“what’s wrong, sweetheart? can’t fit it all? thought you said you wanted to do it yourself,” he grins wickedly, chuckling as you huff and send him a glare. you’re stubborn—always have been, and it makes it all the more exciting to wreck you.

and gojo is going to utterly wreck you, he thinks.

“c-can’t—’s too big. won’t fit,” you sniffle, “toru, do something,” you huff.

“aw, can’t even take my cock without my help, can you?” he all but sings, “i gotta do everything for you, sweetheart. just too damn spoiled, huh?” with that, he licks his lips and angles his hips upward in a swift motion that has him burying to the hilt and making you fall against his chest as your face digs into his neck with a sob. the fat head of his cock hits deep against the sensitive spot of your slick cunt, making tears slip down your cheeks as he slams against it over and over again with every roll of his hips.

“fuck—toru,” you squeal, “more, wan’ more,” you sniffle, clutching onto his shirt. he lets out a breathy laugh, grunting as your tight walls clench down on him, your arousal glistening over his reddened cock as his hips roll into yours and his hands find your waist to pull you down and bounce you on his length. with a particularly sharp thrust, you mewl as his tip slams into your spot again, making him choke at the way you clench around him.

“that’s it, baby. take me so well, don’t you? fucked this pussy so many times, i fit right in,” he pants, “‘s my pussy, right? all mine.”

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geto pauses for a moment before he lets a wide grin tug on his lips, his hips rolling in the same angle over and over as he watches you intently. he chuckles quietly as your tits bounce with each thrust, head tossing back and eyes squeezing shut as one gasp is cut off by the next as the velvety tip of his cock hits against your sweet spot.

“looks like i found it, huh baby? like when i fuck you there? bet that feels good,” he says sweetly, slamming his hips again at a sharp angle, grinning when you squeal his name and let out a soft sob.

“‘s too much, suguru, slow d-dow—o-oh!” you cut yourself off with a moan when his thumb rolls over your clit—and it’s almost cruel, really. the way his thick cock drags along your gummy walls, the way his thumb rubs over your sensitive clit so harshly, the way his mouth sucks on your neck and nips at your skin. it’s too much, it makes your head spin and your eyes roll back as your thighs quiver.

“your mouth says one thing, but your pussy’s saying another,” he hums, “you’re sucking me in all on your own, baby. you want more, don’t you? i’ll give you more, don’t worry,” he grins, “gonna fuck you like you deserve,” he kisses the tears from your cheeks before rolling his hips, hitting the same spot deep inside you over and over again, watching you get lost on his cock with a proud smirk.

𖧷 𝐓𝐎𝐉𝐈

toji is more than a little pleased at the way your hands grip the edge of the counter, pulling your hips back against him as he slams into you from behind. he chuckles at the way your legs are quivering, knees seconds from giving out as he bullies his fat cock into your sloppy cunt. he’s painfully hard, throbbing in your slick heat, the purpled tip of his cock nudging past your folds and stretching you open with every snap of his hips.

“doll, you’re dripping,” he rasps, the scarred side of his lips tugging into a lopsided smirk, “gonna leave a mess all over the floors at this rate,” he chuckles as you whine in embarrassment.

“o-oh—god, toji,” you whimper, back arching to give him better access, making him slam against the spot that makes you dizzy as you grip the counter tighter, “please, please, please,” you chant.

“please what, doll? gotta use your big girl words,” he purrs, “too busy gushin’ all over my cock, ya can’t even speak properly.” he ruts his hips deeper into you, balls clapping against your ass and veins dragging along your tight, warm walls and granting your more friction. he grunts as you clench down on him with another roll of his hips, feeling as you get closer and closer with the way your pussy sucks him in as he sinks deeper into you with each thrust. “that’s it, princess,” he grunts, “takin’ me so well, aren’t ya? such a greedy little pussy, ya got there.”

𖧷 𝐍𝐀𝐍𝐀𝐌𝐈

“that feel good, love?” nanami murmurs against your jaw, pressing a soft kiss into the skin as his lips travel along your neck, sucking over your pulse. he hikes a leg over his shoulder, granting himself better access to slam deeper into your walls, your arousal and his pre cum coating the inside of your thighs in a sticky mess.

“yes, yes—like that, kento,” you gasp, “don’t stop,” you plead, bucking your hips upwards and meeting him halfway. nanami hums, slowly rolling his hips to drag his pulsing member along your walls, groaning when you hug around his aching length tightly. he watches his cock slip in and out of you, looking down to see the slight glisten of his reddened girth from the arousal dripping from your heat. you whine as he pushes past your folds and curves into you perfectly, tip kissing you just where you need him with ease. “kento,” you whimper.

“i know, love,” he murmurs, “i know. sh-shit—’m close too,” he rasps before biting your lower lip gently and pressing his lips to yours, drinking in every muffled squeal as he angles himself to bury his tip against the sensitive, velvety spot of your walls. “let go for me, yeah? fuck—need to feel you cum for me,” he moans, forehead pressing against yours as he lets out breathy pants against your skin.

𖧷 𝐘𝐔𝐓𝐀

“god—you’re so tight,” yuta gasps, whining into your neck as you tug at his hair. his hips are rolling into you desperately, chasing the friction the warm walls of your dripping cunt offers him, squeezing him in until it’s almost hard to move. “‘m so close—g-gonna cum. cum with me, please,” he pants, “gotta feel you.”

“yuta, ‘m close—so close,” you sob, “gonna cum too—fuck, feels good.”

“love you,” he whines, “g-god, i love you so much. feel this? ‘s all for you,” he stutters, “gonna cum for you.” he’s thrusting into you sloppily by now, hips losing their rhythm as he ruts into you as best he can, hitting you deep against your sweet spot. it makes you gasp, makes your walls flutter around him until he’s moaning helplessly at the way you squeeze around him.

“right there, yuta—p-please,” you whimper, and he drills his thick cock into your wet cunt over and over again, chasing the sweet friction of your pussy and the way you clamp down on him as he finds your spot repeatedly.

“more, more, more,” he pants, ragged and drunk on pleasure, “need more—gonna give you more.” with one more thrust, you break, walls spasming around him as you wail his name through your release, spurring his own orgasm as thick, hot ropes of cum spill into your walls and fill you up. “so good, ‘s so good—not enough,” he whimpers, still nudging his reddened tip deep into you, even as you both hiss from the overstimulation. “one more, jus’ one more, please.”

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haetrack · 2 months

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haechan is always so cute when he wears those thick-rimmed glasses that it kinda just makes me wanna ruin him. imagine him looking up at you with pleading eyes and those cute glasses tilted on his face while you ride him. it’d be even better if he’s all messy, tears falling freely and his brain all muddled because all he can think about is you and how badly he wants to cum.

i NEED to hear ur thoughts on this.. it’s been a wip in my drafts for like a week i’m going insane

THIS BUT WITH NERD!HAECHAN. i need to sit down and take a breath... everyone stand back. part 2 part 3

“my pretty boy, what’s wrong?”

you know what’s wrong, you’re teasing him. you’re on his lap, slowly riding him as he tries to hold back cries and whimpers. his head is tilted back, his neck practically begging to be kissed. you lean forward, pressing soft, wet kisses all over. he gives up on holding back his sounds, whining out to you as he grips tightly on your hips.

“please,” he lets out a choked whimper, “just wanna cum, wan’ you to let me cum.”

he tilts forward, trying to kiss you. you move out of the way, laughing at how he tries to chase your lips. your hand grips his face, cooing at how he looks up at you with his pretty eyes. he looks dazed, already so fucked-out with just you on top of him. you haven’t even given him what he really wants, just grinding down your hips as he twitches inside of you.

“mm, it feels nice like this, though. you feel so good inside of me.”

he nods, eyes fluttering shut as you clench around him. he can’t beg, taking what you give him without complaining. he never thought this would happen, never thought you’d fuck him like this. all the nights he’s spent fisting his cock to the thought of you can’t compare to this, even if you’re practically ignoring him. he lets out a shaky breath, his blunt nails digging into the skin of your hips.

“won’t you tell me how bad you want this, my pretty baby?”

he fights off a moan, biting the inside of his cheek before he speaks, “want this so bad, thought of you so much and i just- just wanna cum.”

“aw,” you pout, “all you wanna do is cum? thought you wanted to hang out with me, too.”

he quickly shakes his head, sitting up a bit more straight, “n-no! i do! i like you so much, i want to be with you, want you to fuck me!”

a wry smile appears on your face, “that’s all i needed to hear, baby.”

you almost pull off of him before slamming your hips down. he lets out a loud cry, his hips chasing yours as he tries desperately not to cum so fast. he can’t let this end, can’t let the sight of you on top of him go. you look down at him with hooded eyes, your gaze and how good you feel against him making his face go hot.

his glasses become foggy, the sight of your teasing smile getting lost behind the fog. he whines out in embarrassment, the back of his hand reaching up to messily wipe away at the fog. he shoves his glasses a little too hard, too focused on how your warm walls suck him in deeply.

you laugh out at his crooked glasses, cooing as you fix them, “you’re so excited, so excited that you're drooling and being all clumsy.”

he nods, not trusting his shaky voice. it fails though, feeling your thumb press against his mouth, swiping at the drool that’s slipped out. he wasn’t even aware he was drooling, your body pressed against him being almost too much for him to handle. he can feel your nipples against his chest, his back arching to meet press harder against your chest.

your thumb traces his bottom lip, “suck.”

he listens, two of your fingers sliding into his mouth as he swirls his tongue around them. you’re all over him, he wants to stay like this forever. he might just be a little too obsessed with you like this, taking all that you want from him as he sits there, allowing you to do whatever.

your fingers slide out of his mouth, opting to trail under his shirt, moving to his chest. he lets out a loud whimper as he feels your wet fingers toy with his nipples. he can’t help how his hips stutter against you, the stimulation becoming too much. he can feel how tears begin to build in his eyes, pleasure consuming him.

“doesn’t this feel so nice?” you realize he’s not listening to you, watching him moan freely as his hands grip your thighs. you slow down your pace, grinding down on his cock as you try to ignore how his tip hits your sweet spot. you pinch his nipple, his chest arching into yours as he almost cums on the spot.

“pay attention to me,” you whine, “or else i’ll make myself cum on your cock and leave you here all by yourself.”

he lets out a shaky breath, “s-sorry. it just feels too good, you fuck me so good.” his eyes look up at you, losing focus as he sees the grin on your face. he has to tell himself to pay attention, tries to refocus as your hips begin to bounce against him again. the sound of skin against skin, the harsh sting of your nails digging into his skin making his cock twitch. he loves it all.

he realizes he’s crying when you press kisses against his cheeks, tongue swiping out to lick them up. you can feel his warm breath fan across your face, whispers of your name filling the little space between the both of you. when you lean back, his eyes bore into yours, “can i please cum? wanna fill you up…”

you smile, hand reaching up to wipe a stray tear off his cheek. you clean his glasses for him, wiping them against his shirt before placing them back on his nose. he thanks you, hips pushing inside of you, trying to remind you what he really wants. you move his hands back to your hips, feeling how he grips at the flesh, taking you all in.

“i’ll give my baby whatever he wants.”

you hear him whisper out a small thank you as you move faster, feeling how restless he’s become. he doesn’t care about how loud he’s being, doesn’t care about how much he might seem like a desperate loser right now. none of it matters when you’re here right now, your eyes watching his face, drinking up all his sounds.

when he realizes he’s close to cumming, he moves his hands up to your waist and pulls you close to him. his eyes look into yours before deeply kissing you. it’s messy, tongues moving against each other as drool slides down your chin. you can feel how hot his face is, imagining how his glasses are probably fogged up again.

you don’t care, feeling his hands reach for whatever he can grab as his hips rut into yours as he cums inside of you. spurts of cum shoot into you, his cock twitching with every movement you make. he’s moaning into your mouth, trying to fight off the overstimulation as you cum around his cock, fueled by his pretty moans and face.

he tries to push at your hips, but they move on their own as you ride him. his spent cock twitches inside of you, the pain bleeds into pleasure as you fuck yourself onto him. he can feel you slow down, pulling out of him. he realizes that it’s all over, suddenly wanting you close again. he moans out, “don’t want this to end, want you here, wan’ you to use me whenever. please, please don’t go.”

“why can’t we go for a round two?” you grin.

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thesassypadawan · 3 months

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Debriefing *part 1* (Knight Anakin x PadawanFemReader)

Summary: After a successful undercover mission, you want to properly thank General Skywalker…too bad he’s in a debriefing with your master. Oh, well, better keep quiet.

Warnings: 18+ (minors dni), because of all the lovely smut. Blowjob and Ani’s big dick. Padawan reader is of age.

Notes: Hope you also enjoy part 2!

“Hello, Anakin. I take it since I’m hearing from you that the undercover mission was a success?”

“You would be correct, master. We were able to…”

You had the thought earlier today. It was exciting and thrilling…naughty and oh so very wrong. The type you really shouldn’t act on, but the desire burns so brightly that it can’t be ignored. So, when you heard the voices coming from the next room, you knew the perfect opportunity had finally arisen.

With your mind set and your wits about you, you discreetly slipped inside…making sure to stay out of holo Obi-Wan’s view.

The moment Anakin locked eyes with you he knew something was up. The mischievous expression you wore practically said it all.

“And how was my padawan? I hope she wasn’t too much trouble for you,”, your master asked jokingly.

“Actually, she…” Anakin began to say, but trailed off as he saw you shake your head and press a finger to your lips.

‘I’m not even here.’ You sent through your newly formed bond.

Ani shot you a leery look, but decided to play along. “Was no trouble at all, perfect, little angel,” he replied with a small smirk.

“Excellent. Now about the…”

Tuning out the remainder of the conversation, you eased yourself down onto all fours…crawling underneath the console he was seated at.

It was now or never. Burying your face into his crotch, you breathed in his heavenly scent. A mix of cinnamon and musk, that made your skin grow hot and excitement build between your legs.

Instantly you could feel Anakin stiffen up, and in more ways than one. ‘Angel, what do you think you’re-’

You gave him a small nip. ‘Showing my appreciation for a job well done. Enjoy and, remember, I’m not even here.’

Thinking he would be furious; you were surprised when Ani pulled down his pants. Just enough to free his thick, hard cock. ‘Fine, but you better not make a sound…or else you’ll get it later.’

You tried your best to stifle a moan at the sight of it. ‘Yes, general.’

Happily, you dove in. Running your tongue up and down his thighs, you gave the sensitive skin a gentle bite here and there. A low hiss could be heard in the back of your mind.

Slowly and torturously, you kissed your way up from the base of his shaft. Giving his red, hot tip a few teasing licks when you reached the top. The sounds of his groans flooding the bond.

Smiling, you lazily sucked on his head. Before taking into your mouth as much of his impressive length as you possibly could. Trying your very best not to gag, you bobbed your head up and down. Loving the noises that filled your head.

You felt his organic hand come to rest on the back of your neck, fingers lacing through your hair. ‘Come on, little one; I know you can do better than that.’ And pushed himself the rest of the way in.

This time you gagged slightly as he thrust in and out. The tip of his cock hitting the back of your throat repeatedly.

‘Feel so good, sweetheart. So perfect.’

Tears pricked the corners of your eyes. You forced yourself to remain still for him as he picked up speed. How you loved the delicious burn.

‘That’s it. That’s, my good girl.’

When you thought he was nearing his end, Ani abruptly pulled out. Leaving you breathless and disappointed.

You heard the sound of Obi-Wan still talking above you. “Well, when she awakes; please, give her my regards. May the force be with you both.”

The transmission must have ended after that because a heavy silence now filled the air. You broke it with a small whimper of protest. He answered by sliding his hand from your neck to your aching cunt.

Cupping it firmly, you half expected Anakin to push your panties to the side and begin running his long fingers between your folds. Instead, with a quick jerk of his arm and the scrapping of his chair, he dragged you out by it alone.

Whimpering, you gazed up at him with wide eyes. Had you done something bad? Had you made some kind of noise without knowing? All you wanted was his cum. All you needed was his dick. Didn’t matter where, just give it to you.

“You’re not in trouble, hatari,” he cooed lovingly, while tightening his grip. “If I’m going to cum, then it’s going to be in that sweet little pussy of yours. Understand?”

You nodded weakly, pathetically grinding against his palm.

Ani flashed you a dazzling smile. “Now be a good padawan and go wait in my quarters. I have something I need to finish. I promise to be quick.”

Pulling you effortlessly to your feet, he growled low into your ear. “Just don’t have too much fun without me.” He then gave your now soaking cunt one last hard squeeze and sent you on your way.

He waited a moment, making sure you were out of sight, before turning his attention back to the extremely stunned looking Obi-Wan.

“And may the force be with you too, master,” Anakin said smugly. “Skywalker out.”

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violentdelightsandviolentends · 8 months

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Chibs with a reader around the same age as Juice and they do it on Chibs’s bike at the club house thinking nobody is there but they get caught by a few of the members

Teach Me How to Ride.

Synopsis - Chibs is teaching you how to ride (in more ways than one).

Pairing - Filip 'Chibs' Telford x Female Reader

Warnings - smut. cursing. age gap.

Age Rating - 18+

Word Count - 1k

Author's Note - thank you SO much for this request, anon. it made me feral. that old man owns me and i'm not sorry about it. always open to SOA and chibs requests. <3

Masterlist. Inbox.

"Any weekend plans, darlin'?"

You smile at the blonde man sat on the other side of the bar you're wiping down.

"Nothing too exciting. I think I'm gonna try and get out on my bike."

His brows raise in curiosity.

"You have a bike now?"

"Yeah. Chibs is teaching me how to ride."

"I bet he is."

You roll your eyes at the snickers that come from the other guys who are dotted around the room.

"Real mature, Jax."

"Is he charging you for these lessons, or are you paying him in other ways?"

You put down your cloth and look up.

"I'll jump over this bar and beat your ass right now, Tig. Don't think I won't."

They all laugh, and you can't help but chuckle along with them. You know they mean well. They'd do anything for you, in a heartbeat.

Eventually, the sun sets, and all of the guys make their way home. You've been restocking the bar, not minding staying a little later if it means you get the job done.

You're crouched down filling the fridge when you hear a familiar Scottish accent echo though the clubhouse.

"You still here, sweetheart?"

You stand up and smile at him, grinning wider when he reciprocates.

"Still here. Trying to get my shit done."

"That's my girl. Always working ten times harder than the rest of us."

You laugh, throwing him a beer.

"You're here late. How did the run go?"

"All good, nothing to worry about," he winks.

You think back to Jax's comment earlier, and decide you've had enough of avoiding the truth. You want answers. You also just kind of want to know what he'll say.

"Why does everyone think we're fucking?"

Chibs practically chokes on his drink, taken aback by your sudden brashness.

"What?"

"You heard me."

He takes a moment to process, before a slow smile etches itself onto his face.

"Why do you ask that?"

"Just something Jax said earlier."

"Ignore that bastard. He doesn't think before he speaks."

You chuckle in agreement, finishing up your jobs for the day.

"You wan' a ride home?"

You nod gratefully, making sure to lock up before walking over to where Chibs is leaning against his bike. He's parked by the door, under the shelter, obscured from the yard. He slips a helmet onto your head, before standing in front of you to do up the buckle. His rough fingertips slide under your chin, clasping the straps in place. He swipes a thumb over your bottom lip gently, eyes never leaving your face.

"You're too good for me," he murmurs. "Pretty young thing like you."

"Everyone already thinks we're fucking anyway," you whisper, smirk on your face.

He chuckles lowly, before leaning in to capture your lips with his. He kisses you with need, unbuckling the helmet he just put on you and dropping it to the ground. He's grabbing at you - your hips, your ass, anywhere he can find. You've got your hands tangled in his hair, yanking roughly when he bites your lip.

The two of you waste no time. Chibs is shrugging his jacket off while unbuttoning your pants, pulling them down. You're fumbling with his belt, undoing his jeans with shaky hands. You're both high on adrenaline, desperate to feel the other person. He smashes his lips back to yours and you groan, reveling in the way he tastes like smoke and peppermint.

Chibs grabs your hips and walks you backwards, twirling you around so you're bent over his bike. You can't help but laugh, remembering what Jax had said.

"What?" he chuckles into your ear, hot and heavy against your back.

"Nothing," you giggle. "I'll tell you later. You gonna fuck me, old man, or just stand there?"

He growls under his breath and smacks your ass as punishment, smirking when you whine.

"You gonna ask me nicely, sweetheart?"

At this point, you're not above begging. Besides, you know it'll do wonders for his ego, and you don't entirely mind that.

"Please, Chibs," you whinge. "Waited so long for this."

"Oh, ya have?" he coos. "Better not keep you waitin' then."

In one smooth thrust he slides home, both of you groaning in unison. He plants a hand on the back of your neck, the other with a firm grip on your hip, providing him with leverage. He sets a steady, even pace, careful not to knock the bike over.

He tilts his hips upwards a little and you keen, seeing stars.

"Right there? Yeah? That's it, isn't it?"

You only nod in response, holding onto the motorcycle for dear life. You trust him, though. You know he won't let you fall.

"Fuck, darlin'. You feel so good."

"So close," you choke out.

"I know, I know. Can feel you squeezin' me. Come on, that's it. Good girl."

The lilt of his accent combined with the glide of his hips is lethal, sending you over the edge in no time. You see stars, heart racing and mind blank.

Your undoing is also Chibs'. He groans as he finds his release, leaning over to rest his head between your shoulders. You're both panting, chests heaving as you recover.

After a moment, the bike groans, and you both jump up, laughing as you do it. You're redressing, Chibs stealing kisses from you, when you hear a voice cut through the darkness.

"Well, shit. I was only kidding earlier."

You can hear Jax's teasing drawl before he comes into view, cocky smirk drawn across his face.

You groan as Chibs rolls his eyes and throws his arm around your shoulders, pulling you into him. Both of you know you're not going to hear the end of this for a long time.

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makeyoumine69 · 7 months

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Call Me Babydoll

— PAIRING: DBF!Patrick Bateman x Innocent!Fem!Reader

— SUMMARY: After eyeing Patrick Bateman — your dad's best friend — for so long, you finally have the opportunity to get him in your bed. But what are you going to do when you realize that Mr. Bateman is not as pure intentioned and chivalrous as you first thought?

— CONTAINS: Smut, Dom!Patrick, non-con that transforms into dub-con, light degradation (reader is called names), use of pet names (babydoll, little girl etc), Patrick is a fucking creep and goes down on her while her father is still inside the house, corruption kink, Daddy kink, oral (f receiving), nipple tugging/sucking/biting.

— WORDS: 2k

— SONG REC: Babydoll X The perfect girl (slowed & reverb)

— A/N: Well, I've been thinking a lot about returning to this concept, and the time has finally come. So, for now, I intend to make this a multi-chapters series, and I hope to bring all my ideas to life! Before you read this, I highly recommend you to read the intro (link below), please enjoy!

— LINKS: [INTRO]; [SERIES MASTERLIST]; [MASTERLIST]; [buy me a coffee]💓

Your heart was quivering in your chest like a caged bird, considering you had decided to take Bateman to your room while your father was still in the house doing something in his office.

As soon as you entered the room, Patrick hummed with amusement, hiding his hands in the pockets of his Armani pants. "Hmm, you like plushies, don't you?" He crooned, his voice filled with a strange excitement.

"It's none of your business, Mr. Bateman." You tried to avoid his provocation, ignoring the way your face blazed from within.

"It's Patrick, Babydoll," the pet name sent shivers down your spine. "'C'mon, I thought you already got that."

Cautiously, almost like a cat, Patrick approached you, his expensive cologne enveloping you like an intoxicating mist, messing with your thoughts in your head. Bateman couldn't deny that the more you got embarrassed, the more it fed his ego, his need for power, his primal desire.

"Why should I?" You rejoined him, pausing at your small bed, sensing his burning gaze between your shoulder blades.

He chuckled, so boyishly — you could even say it was quite cute, but this definition didn't really suit a man like him.

"Oh, dear," Patrick made that cocky sound again, before closing the mere distance between the two of you. "You know, I really like this little game of... pretending to be so fucking innocent and untouchable," Bateman punctuated the last words with a low titter right into your ear — damn, he was so close to you that you could feel his hot breath fanning along your skin. "But right now it's unnecessary, since I know how much of a slut you are for me."

With that, he suddenly grabbed you from behind, yanking your hair back to bring you closer, grazing your neck with his sharp fangs, and you didn't even have a chance to make a sound as his big palm was already flat on your mouth.

"Now, now, little girl," he cooed in a husky voice, his heart about to burst through his chest from the sweet smell of your soft skin. "I'm sure you want this," his free hand ran shamelessly over your chest, teasing your already hard nipples, which only made him more cheeky as he mused. "Ah, Babydoll... you want to be corrupted, you want it so badly."

Hell no, you were not ready for this — Patrick's strong arms exploring your body once again, but this time more possessively since he was sure that no one could see you now. The way you shivered in his embrace made his cock twitch, and you could feel its hardness pressing against your lower back.

"Pat-Patrick," you managed to squeak softly before he pulled you into a hot, hungry kiss, his tongue sliding masterfully against yours, giving you no chance to resist, even though you were still trying. "My father—"

"Your dear father won't hear a thing if you keep quiet," he growled against your trembling lips, his self-control about to collapse at any moment as your taste drove him crazy. "You don't want to get caught, do you?"

A sharp, almost choked moan escaped your lips as his warm hand snaked under your top to play with your swollen peak, twisting and pinching it, your legs giving way almost instantly and if Bateman hadn't held you tight, you would have just fallen flat on the floor. Almost affectionately, Patrick made you sit on your bed, the surrounding air electric with the fluids of lust and desire between the two of you.

"Jesus Christ," he purred, kneeling down next to you, the cold metal of his gold Rolex brushing against the bare skin of your thigh, the brisk contrast in temperature forcing your toes to curl from your own arousal. "You're so sweet and cute," Patrick murmured briefly before planting a barely sensible kiss on your inner hip. "And so innocent."

"We.... We shouldn't be doing this," your breath hitched with the strange, tantalizing thrill. It was frightening, yet so fucking seductive that you were not sure whether you really wanted him to stop or never to stop. "My dad would be so mad!"

His sarcastic laugh bounced off the walls of your room. "(Y/n), you're a big girl now," he rubbed invisible circles into your tender skin, teasing you as skillfully as if he could read you like an open book. "You can make your own choices," Bateman's walnut eyes were so dark now, they glittered with undisguised lust and thirst — no one had ever looked at you like that before. "Besides, you don't have to be afraid, Babydoll. Daddy will just take a look."

"Daddy?" You asked, perplexed, but then you practically bit your tongue from the sudden burning sensation in your lower abdomen as his thumb reached your throbbing clit, rubbing it through the soft fabric of your panties.

Your shy reaction elicited a mocking chuckle from his plump lips, now curled into a super-arrogant smirk. "Uh, you're shaking already, and I barely touched you," he parted your legs wider so that your skirt was now pulled up almost to your waist. "Fuck, I really like your skirt… did you buy it in a kid's store? It looks so girlish."

"Stop it!" You scolded and strove to close your legs, but his big palm wouldn't let you.

"Or what? You gonna cry and complain to your father?" Patrick leaned down to your mound, holding your thighs tightly, and without breaking eye contact, he swiped his tongue along your swollen lower lips, causing all your insides to cramp with unknown temptation. "I don't think he'd believe you, because you're just a little silly girl."

Enraged, you wanted to tell him to fuck off, but the tingling sensation of his hot tongue caught you off guard, your legs shaking uncontrollably as you found yourself as hypersensitive as you had ever been. Gently, Bateman stroked your inner thighs, never losing his grip as he expected you to try to fight again, but he knew how to make you surrender, because after all — sex was his territory and he was prepared to make you vulnerable and spread out for him.

"P-Patrick," you gasped as he did that motion again, this time more persistently, your lace panties already wet from both your juices and his spit. "I... I can't—"

"Can't form words?" He snickered against your flesh, sending vibrations right to your core. "That's okay, my dear," Bateman's silky voice only made the current situation worse, as you were on the verge of losing it now and then. "But believe me, this is just the beginning. And I'm curious, what would you say when I fuck you senseless, huh?" He paired his questions with a suck on your blushing bud, leaving the squelching sound behind. You had to tilt your head and grab the nearby pillow as you felt something pulsing in your womb, like a ticking bomb that was about to explode. "Fuck, if I keep going, I think I will get pussy addicted and your dad will really have to stop me."

With these words, Patrick stood up, only to throw away the pillow you were shielding yourself with, as he wanted to taste your hard nipples. Swiftly, he pulled up your top and growled as he saw your breasts popping out, his lips finding your little tip faster than you could even react. Whimpering softly, you grasped his head with how thirsty he latched onto your nipple, sucking it, trapping it between his sharp teeth, making you squeal every time he bit it, but as soon as he noticed your fingers tugging at his perfectly coiffed hair, Bateman finished his game with your tip, tugging it painfully before he mumbled:

"Keep your hands to yourself, Babydoll," he brushed your hands away roughly, but then he gave you a warm smile. "You didn't deserve to touch Daddy's hair, not yet."

After admiring the result of his work, Patrick looked around for a mirror to check his hair and fix his red tie. He didn't even say a word to you before he left. The oppressive silence hung in the air, your lungs burning from the lack of oxygen as you found it hard to breathe. The only things you could feel were shame and disgust, but thank God that bastard decided to stop and you didn't have to tell him that you were a virgin, because you couldn't even imagine how cheeky and brazen he would get when he heard that information. Panting, you could still sense the heat of his tongue between your legs, and as soon as you tried to get up, you fell back from the strange, throbbing feeling in your core. Every single part of your body where he touched you burned as if you had been consumed by fire.

What did this devil, named Patrick Bateman, do to you? Did he just bless you with the curse of being possessed by him? What would you do now to save yourself?

So many questions, so few answers.

It had been almost an hour since your father and Patrick had been drinking, discussing their business matters, and smoking their cigars in the living room of your not-so-fancy house. Embarrassed, you struggled to act natural whenever your dad asked you to bring him something, whether it was an ashtray or another bottle of whiskey, all the while keeping a straight face and ignoring all the playful glances Bateman was casting at you.

"You know, I'm so lucky to have a daughter like (y/n)," your dad suddenly declared as you handed him his favorite whiskey. "She's such a good girl, always so helpful and kind."

"Oh, I'm sure she is," Bateman murmured, grinning devilishly and scanning your trembling form with his dark eyes. "(Y/n), can you please do me a favor and bring me a glass of water?" He winked at you after puffing on his cigar.

Paralyzed for a second, you cleared your throat before answering. "Yes, of course, Patrick."

When you spoke his name, your father almost choked on his drink. "(Y/n)! Where are your manners? It's Mr. Bateman to you."

"Uh, sorry," you stammered as you watched Patrick's tongue swirl around the tip of his cigar in a way that only you could see it. "Just having a busy day… I'll bring you some water!"

With that, you stormed out of the living room faster than the speed of light, your heart pounding so rapidly that you could hear every beat in your ears. This man, oh fuck... this man made you feel so strange... so excited... so cursed.

In the kitchen you grabbed the first glass you saw and with trembling hands you started to pour some water into it, splashing it around a bit as the only thing you could see behind your eyes was his fucking tongue flickering around his cigar. And worst of all, you found yourself thinking, if his mouth felt so good on you through your underwear, what would it feel like if you were naked?

A loud clatter of broken glass echoed around the house as you felt cramps in your lower abdomen, causing you to cling to the surface of the kitchen counter. Breathing heavily, you heard footsteps approaching, and you had no idea who they belonged to.

To your dad or to your 'Daddy'?

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bearhugsandshrugs · 4 months

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A Job Well Done – Gortash x gn!Reader

The giveaway fill for the lovely @snapo-wan! Thank you for the great prompt and I hope you'll enjoy this.

Read on AO3 | Explicit | Blowjobs, Deepthroating, Praise Kink afab but gn Reader

You're Gortash's scribe, and one of his favorites. After a particularly successful day, the Archduke decides to reward you. But he has something very specific in mind. So specific, that he decides to praise you through it...

It is late when you are hurrying through Wyrm’s Rock Fortress, on your way to Lord Gortash’s office. He gave you another project just last night, “With utmost importance” he declared, and as usual, you’d been diligent and efficient in gathering the required information he asked for.

After several months of service, you already know that he prefers to have any type of mission outcome be delivered to him immediately, no matter the time of day. When you first started working for him there had been an instance where you had waited with the report until after breakfast, even though you’d had all intel available hours earlier, and when Gortash figured out that you’d waited for him to wake and eat, he lectured you in front of the entire staff, your head burning with embarrassment and frustration long after.

So. You won’t make the same mistake twice.

Knocking at his door, you wait for the familiar “Come in” from the Archduke before you enter, quickly tucking a strand of hair behind your ear to look not quite as messy and exhausted as you feel.

“Ah”, he greets you when he glances up at you from his desk, “my favorite scribe.”

You can’t help but smile at the compliment – Gortash has been using more and more favorable words towards you over the past tendays, sending a small blush to your cheeks each time.

“I have the information you asked for on Duke Portyr, Lord Gortash”, you say without formalities, quickly making your way over to his desk to hand him the report. You know he likes it that way, a professional familiarity. Both of you know what you are here for, after all.

“Marvelous”, he replies, a genuine sense of excitement on his lips. “Do wait while I read it, will you? I might have another task for you.”

This isn’t unusual either. He often asks you to stay while he follows up on the documents you provide, immediately tasking you with something new afterwards. Over the many times this has happened before, you have come to appreciate the way his eyes settle on the pages, stern and focused. The way he licks his lips whenever something particularly interesting makes itself known. The way the corners of his mouth twitch up as he plots his next moves. If you’re being honest, watching him work is the best part of your job.

"Great work”, he mumbles when he finishes the last page, nodding. “Thank you.”

Tearing his gaze away from his work he looks up at you, taking you in without another word. His eyes fall over your body, slowly, intently, as if he’s seeing you for the first time. There’s a bit of tension building as he continues to stare, wetting his lips absentmindedly as he seems to consider his next steps.

Standing there in the middle of the room, being so shamelessly examined, you suddenly feel rather warm. Your face burns and your hands get sweaty, nervously expecting Gortash’s instructions. But he doesn’t tell you what’s next quite yet – instead, he stands up from behind his desk, sighing softly, satisfied.

“Say”, he addresses you head on and walks over to where you stand. “How do you feel about a promotion?”

Oh. Now this, you like. You’ve been working your ass off trying to make your way up the ranks, and you try to suppress the most blatant of grins as you gather the words for your answer.

“That sounds great, my lord.”

He smirks at the address, eyes sparkling with something intense. A tease? A challenge? You’re not quite sure, but it’s exhilarating.

“Then you shall have it”, he chuckles, and it’s the first time you hear him so relaxed. It’s so unlike him and absolutely in character all the same, and the deep sound of his amusement stirs something in your core. “Congratulations, dear.”

The last word drags out of his mouth almost obscenely, and you’re briefly confused, wondering if there is something else hidden underneath it all.

“Thank you”, you smile, taking a short bow like you’ve seen other, more senior members of his staff do. “I will not disappoint you, my lord.”

“I have no doubts about that”, he smirks, stepping even closer to where you stand. He’s all in your personal space now, and you smell his perfume, smell the light scent of cigarettes, smell him, as he looks at you. “Now, for your reward.”

Reward? What else could he give you? He already promoted you, after all.

“Have you ever tried Absinthe?”, Gortash asks, pushing past you to his side table. Pouring a dark green drink into two glasses, he continues: “It’s one of the rarest – and one of the strongest – liquors in Toril. I find it makes one more agreeable to life’s pleasures.”

You take the glass from him, clink it against his, then down the drink in one go: It’s sharp and hot against your throat, and you can immediately tell what he meant about Absinthe being one of the strongest drinks, the aftertaste reminding you of licorice. A small cloud of dizziness envelopes your mind, nearly as if you’ve had four, instead of one glasses.

“Life’s pleasures?”, you ask after a brief pause, picking up on his comment a tiny bit too late as the alcohol burns through your chest down to your stomach.

Gortash chuckles, the entire sound a tease. “Yes, dear. You’ve been working so hard. I think it’s time you get to enjoy yourself a little.”

Oh? You’re surprised, but not unpleasantly so. Spending time with the Archduke has been a wish of yours for a while, and your heartbeat picks up as you realize that this is likely what’s going to happen.

But Gortash pulls you back to reality as his deep voice echoes a command through the room: “On your knees then.”

Confused, you look at the empty glass in your hand, the floor, then back at him, but he eyes you sternly, slowly raising an eyebrow as you don’t comply.

“Don’t make me repeat myself”, he whispers, and the tone is low and dangerous.

You quickly set the glass down on his desk before kneeling down in the middle of the room. Banites had weird rituals. Lots of secrecy. Maybe this was all part of the promotion?

Gortash leisurely steps up to you and cups your face with his palm, gently pulling your chin up so you look at him.

“Yes. Well done. I shall forgive that little display of hesitation, but I’d appreciate it if it would not happen again. Understood?”

You nod, quickly, eager to please. “Of course, my lord.”

The way he looks at you is different from all the times before. You briefly wonder what he wants you to do – but the intention becomes clear as his hands find his belt, undoing his buckle and then his pants, letting them drop to the floor. Your mouth falls open in surprise.

His hand wraps around his cock, half-hard already, and he sighs as he gives himself a few tentative strokes. You’re impressed by his girth, eyes locked onto the way he drags the foreskin back again and again, getting himself hard within a short moment.

“I–” The words don’t find you, but you feel heat pooling down between your legs. To say you’re not turned on would be a lie.

“Look at me”, Gortash instructs, and you look up to see him wet his lips in anticipation. “You’ve been so efficient, so reliable. Show me how good you can be with this”, he looks down to his cock, then back at you, “and I’ll make sure you’re rewarded.”

Swallowing, you briefly consider if this is a test, but you don’t understand what it could be testing besides obedience. Plus, the way his cock stands hard at eye-level while you’re on your knees is so inviting…

You lean forward and Gortash, understanding that you’re ready to start, steps closer to you, letting his hand fall to the side. Bringing your lips to his tip and your hand to his shaft, you guide him into your mouth then let him drag back out. He feels heavy and warm inside your mouth, his skin smooth, and you massage him with your hand, adding a tighter pressure that your lips can’t match. Repeating the motion a few times until you taste the salty blend of precum on your tongue, you’re really starting to enjoy the way he’s hard for you, at your mercy, at your service .

“Good”, he sighs, and his hands find the top of your head as he starts guiding you, thrusting into your mouth with increasing need. “That’s it, dear.”

A soft whimper escapes your throat at the praise, and his cock twitches against the inside of your cheek in response. As he picks up the pace, holding you in place, you find yourself lost as to what to do with your hands – so you run them up against his thighs. He will likely enjoy that, won’t he?

But to your surprise, Gortash slows down instead.

“Why don’t you put those hands to good use elsewhere?”, he chuckles, languidly moving in and out of your mouth.

You sigh an unspoken question in response, not really sure what he could mean, but he tucks a strand of hair behind your ear, freeing your eyes so that you can see him.

“Look at me”, he demands, and when you look up, straining with his cock still inside of you, he smiles. “You’re so good for me”, he praises, “can you be good for yourself, too?”

Oh. Oh.

Humming in agreement you direct your gaze down, trying to help you find the buttons of your shirt and the buckle of your belt. As you free yourself from your clothes, his movements slow down, and you don’t have to see his face to know that he is watching you intently.

Tentatively stroking yourself between your legs, you moan involuntarily at the sensation. You had been so focused on him, on servicing him, that your own arousal eluded you until now. But the way your finger circles your clit feels good, and it adds to the lust you feel at his full girth pushing through your parted lips again and again.

Gortash groans at the sight of you pleasuring yourself, and his hips bump against you with greed, pushing his cock to the back of your throat. Your gag reflex kicks in, briefly, and he pauses as you fight it. He caught you by surprise – you’re annoyed at yourself, you’re usually so good at this–

“Let's try that again”, he suggests, voice so low and mellow it sends even more heat to pool between your legs. “Relax.”

You take a deep breath and relax the back of your throat as he pushes back in, deeper, and this time, it works.

“Such a lovely mouth”, he sighs, and you feel his tip brush against the back of your throat. “Can you take more?”

You groan around his cock in agreement, temporarily torn between readying yourself for him and touching yourself, and you notice in passing that you’re steadily climbing towards the edge of a cliff you never thought you’d face when you walked into his office earlier today.

Gortash curses quietly under his breath as he bottoms in your throat, and you take slow, steady breaths through your nose as his cock glides back out of your mouth. Saliva drools down your chin, onto your breasts, and his hands tighten in your hair at the sight of it.

“Fuck”, he pants, continuing to fuck you, “you’re taking it so well, you’re beautiful, spit running down your chest, you’re–”

He moans as your tongue brushes along the underside of his shaft, interrupting his praise. You feel so hot, and you know you won’t last long this way, so you pause, stopping your own tease, just for a moment.

“Keep going, dear”, he begs, “use those clever fingers on yourself, show me how good you can be for yourself.”

His voice is breaking as he instructs you, and you can tell by the way his hips move jerkily and irregularly that he’s close as well.

When you reach back down between your legs, you whimper at your own touch. A few swift strokes, a couple of circles–

Moaning around his cock you tip over the edge, coming undone so forcefully he has to hold you by your head. Your voice vibrates around him, and he groans so loudly that it startles you, just as he twitches inside of you, spurting his cum deep down your throat.

When he pulls out of you, both of you are breathing heavily, sweat rolling down your foreheads and the back of your necks.

Gortash reaches down to cup your cheek, brushing a thumb over your lips. “Great work, dearest”, he sighs, and this time around his praise is filled with appreciation.

“Th-Thank you”, you reply, voice still hoarse, but you mean it. This has been rewarding in more than one way.

He chuckles and helps you up, then refills your glasses as you fix yourself. “Here”, he says, offering you your glass back, “Do consider staying a little while longer.”

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indouloureux · 2 years

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*clears throat* so, as the whore that i am, i was thinking about steve being rough on you for the first time, he getting a little to excited in the moment and trying to push into your ass but stopping himself before it and being all like "shit.... i'm sorry, honey" just so you could tell him that you want him to ruin your ass so bad 🙏🏾

hngghh okay teddy okay okay okay okay

18+ mdni. cw: piv, unprotected sex, breeding kink, anal, breeding kink, doggy. fem!reader

his grunts are borderline animalistic, his pace fast and unforgiving, the tip of his cock practically prodding at your cervix. it's no secret steve harrington's cock is almost as thick as a fucking soda can (are you calling him a slut?...no); and fuck, do you love having your cunt ruined by him.

leaving you all gaping and twitching; legs and thighs, maybe even your whole body aching. when he stuffs you full of his seed, breeding you, let his cum slip out from your pussy down to your puckered hole. it's filthy.

and you love filthy.

your face is smushed against his pillow, rich of his scent and your sweat that drips down onto the soft fabric. your ass ripples at his thrusts, his hand tight on your waist and heavy on the dip of your spine.

steve thumbs at your clit, fast rubs that make your toes curl and your mind a puddle. your language being incoherent praises and moans that range between sobs to high-pitched whines.

“god, this pussy,” he throws his head back, pistons his dick deep inside your gummy, warm walls. “'s like it's made just to be bred, hm? little pussy made to take all my cum? get stuffed full, making your belly all swollen?”

nodding, you twist your head and rest your cheek on the pillow. “hngh– yeah. yes– oh fuck. pussy's jus' for you to breed, stevie– oh, yes!”

he fucks himself easily with how wet you are, which makes him accidentally pull out mid thrust and prod your asshole with his tip. you whimper, jolting up that you almost hit yourself on his headboard.

"shit! fuck, honey, i'm sorry," he leans down, stomach pressed on the bottom of your spine and chest on your back, hand coming up to push your hair out of your face. "you alright, babe? god, i knew this was gonna happen–"

"steve," you take his hand into yours. "i'm fine. didn't hit my head. and i wanted this, remember," you bring his knuckles to your lips, planting a soft, open mouthed kiss to his scars. "just wan' you to fuck me open. fuck me in the ass, please,"

the concern in his face returns to its lust driven haze. steve gives your cheek a quick kiss before he goes back on his knees, kneading the pudgy flesh of your ass as he lines himself to your rim.

"want me to fuck your little virgin hole, open?" he taunts. "think you can handle it, sweetheart? think you can handle my big boy?"

"please don't say that again,"

"roger that, mama," he feigns salutation. steve bends down, lets a fat glob of his spit trail down to your ass before he lathers it with his thumb. "you said you wanted it rough, hm?"

he pushes himself in without warning, with ease; it's not the first time he's got something up your ass anyway (just his fingers and a silver plug to train you). you mewl, hands unclenching his sheets, fingers spread open and you feel your eyes sting.

steve's balls rest heavy on your cunt, the slickness of your folds lathered on the loose skin of his sack. he chuckles at your blissful pain, hand twirling around your neck.

"gonna stuff your ass full of my cum, baby. you wanted that, did you? have both your holes full of me you'd be fuckin' pregnant tomorrow. gon' make sure all my spent'll leak out of you until next week. gonna fucking breed you, honey."

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popponn · 8 months

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before sleeping. [isagi yoichi x reader]

notes: the thought process here is hehe isagi and then isagi sure gets feral sometimes and then hey feral is biting right and then i postponed my sleeping schedule for this. this guy is midnight madness inducer. if the first paragraph isnt clear enough. no warning except yeah this is a total fluff despite the prompt. established relationship, post canon / pro-player! isagi.

Isagi Yoichi is a genuinely nice person. A really good boyfriend with a normal and nice family, an excellent career in soccer—an overall green flag that also comes with good communication skill. His downside would probably be his soccer obsession, but if one looks from the right angle it would become a charm point along with his occasional clumsiness on other field other than his beloved sport.

Case in point, Isagi Yoichi is a normal guy, most of the time.

“Can I bite you?”

With that being said, it wouldn’t be your fault to be surprised when he suddenly asked this when the two of you were already in sleeping attires.

It was almost midnight and you were dressed in Yoichi’s old t-shirt, baggy and too large for the both of you to wear. Beside you, Yoichi already lied on his side to face you and ready to be asleep, considering the 12 hours jet lag he was supposed to be having. Yet, with his big blue eyes, he stared directly towards yours—whose are sleepy, heavy, and definitely tired.

You, who froze midway in your way to cover yourself with a blanket, blinked for a few times with your mouth slightly agape. Your eyebrows furrowed, trying to process what Yoichi just said. After a few moments of silence, you finally found your voice again, “…I thought… we are about to sleep…?”

“Yeah,” Yoichi answered simply. “But, like, can I bite you? Just once?”

You could only blink once again. Was this some leftover adrenaline high from his winning goal? You knew how Yoichi becomes a bit of someone else whenever he became excited or on a high tension—but it never really came out of blue. Especially at home like this.

Confused, you could only said, “Huh. Wow.”

In respond, Yoichi parroted both your confusion and noise, “Huh? Wow?”

“I mean,” you began to try to explain, slowly feeling your sleepiness wanning off. “That sure came out of nowhere.”

A dumb and blank expression appeared on Yoichi’s face upon hearing your words. Then, it took a mere second before it shifted into one that is full of panic and bashfulness. Yoichi immediately pushed his body to sit along with you as both his hands shook in front of him, “Oh—uh! I mean—It’s just that I look at you in that shirt and just—!”

“It’s not bad, or anything. It was just sudden,” you said, eyes fixed on his sheepish gestures. “It’s not everyday you just blurt things like that at home.”

Yoichi laughed nervously and suddenly seemed to find an interest in the crease of your shared blanket. You let him took his time to continue meanwhile you lied down to your sleeping position. As you finally covered yourself in blanket, Yoichi followed you, embarrassment still dyeing his face, “It’s, uh, I think I missed you a bit too much this time?” Yoichi said, unsure.

You chuckled as you already warped your whole body in blanket, “Playing the sweet words now, huh?”

“It’s not like that!” Yoichi insisted whilst shifting his position for a few times, trying to find comfort. “Like, I also don’t really understand why, but it’s like I really want to bite you. But like positively, in a very ‘I love you’ kind of way?”

At his wording, you found yourself smiling with a soft, unvoiced chortles bubbling inside your stomach. Even in a confusing sentence, the way he just said ‘I love you’ so easily yet earnestly really did things to your heart. You knew that this one was fueled by Yoichi’s own nervousness and confusion—yet still, it felt as genuine as he always is.

“Well,” you paused, pretending to be in a thought, before continuing. “Where do you even want to bite?”

This time, it was Yoichi’s turn to freeze. “Uh. I didn’t think that far.”

As you failed to swallow your laughs, you patted his head, “Now, now, isn’t my Mr. Striker’s head tired? Let’s do the biting and everything else tomorrow, ‘kay?”

Yoichi’s expression soften at your words and pats. Your fingers slowly moved, gently tracing the outlines of his face, and Yoichi’s bashfulness return with a look he kept only for you, “…fine.”

You nodded, smiles still in your face as you closed your eyes and drifted to sleep. Knowing Isagi Yoichi, he probably just thought that you were way too tired and chose sleep out of consideration. How sweet, truly.

But, also this is Isagi Yoichi and he never knows when to give up. With one last offering, he wrapped his hand around your back, “Can I hug you for the whole night, at least, though?”

“Sure, sure, Mr. Egoist. Aren’t you clingy today, huh?”

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blayresmuses · 2 years

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how the tables turn

summary: you’ve been trying to catch ser harwins attention for weeks and are on the verge of giving up until he shows up in your quarters unannounced.

warnings: targaryen!reader who is also a tiny bit manipulative, brat tamer vibes from harwin, degradation and humiliation, sexual themes.

the moon had risen when your handmaiden came knocking. you’d been fed and bathed, your hair brushed out into soft waves. it was dull being so confined and the one thing you wished for as you looked out at kings landing was something to do.

‘ser harwin strong is here to see you princess,’ your maid announced. your heart leapt, a wicked grin already appearing. you’d been trying to catch the commanders attention for weeks, something you thought would be easy. he flirted along, even sending you cheeky winks at court but you were on the verge of giving up, sick of being the instigator.

‘send him in,’ you answered, doing your best to sound normal. you watched from the corner of your eye as her expression grew shocked, her eyes taking in your barely clothed form. your silk chemise was perfect in your opinion, it would do exactly what you wanted it to. her mouth opened, ready to object no doubt. ‘quickly, please. he shouldn’t be kept waiting.’

you fluffed your hair as you waited, posing yourself in your window seat. your body came alive as you listened to his heavy footsteps, growing louder as he neared. you were on the edge of your seat, anticipation thrumming through you. you looked him straight in the eye when he finally appeared through your doorway, his body taking up the whole space. harwin strong sucked the breath from your lungs, it was a dizzying maddening high you’d never get used to.

his own eyes slid down your body, his jaw tightening as he drank you in. it was highly improper, something he could be severely punished for but you were basking in the attention. you had so many eyes on you at all times but harwin was the only one who made you feel truly seen. after a long silence, harwin bowed. the feeling of power flowed through your veins as you watched, a soft smile taking over your features. pretty, feminine, you readjusted yourself, hanging your legs over the edge of the seat. ‘how can i help you, ser harwin?’

‘i’m sorry for visiting at this late hour princess,’ harwin replied. the formality vexed you but you kept your features soft with your doe eyes and fluttering lashes. ‘patience isn’t a trait i possess, i’m afraid.’

you resisted the urge to roll your eyes. you wanted him so desperate to see you he would have climbed up the walls and in through your window, you wanted him panting, worked up, so eager to declare his feelings, to claim you. you nodded in response, urging him to continue. ‘the watch is growing stronger every day,’ harwin ventured on. ‘i can’t help but feel like my job there is done.’

the admission left you confused, you had to admit. ‘i’m not sure what exactly you’re asking me.’

‘for a favour,’ he announced, a glint of pride glistening in those eyes. ‘i want to be a part of your personal guard.’

‘my personal guard,’ you deadpanned. your excitement fizzled out in your stomach, even as you looked at that cheeky grin. he hadn’t moved much further from the door, it grew more irritating to you as the seconds passed. why wouldn’t he come closer?

he never would, you realised. especially not if he was your guard, sworn to protect you. he’d be around more but would you physically get anywhere with him? not if he wanted to keep his honour. it rattled you, how difficult it was to get through to his man. you knew he’d been with women, you’d watched him flirt and dance plenty of times but he seemed oblivious to your true desires. your cheeks burned, rejection sitting heavy in your stomach. ‘why would you want that? forgive me but it sounds like a downgrade to me.’

a raspy chuckle escaped his mouth as he took one minuscule step towards you. his hands were crossed behind his back and you wanted to see them, wanted to imagine how big they were compared to yours, what they’d feel like against your skin. ‘where’s your usual confidence, princess? any man would be lucky to have the privilege to protect you.’

‘who says i need protecting?’ you countered quickly. you stood up, not bothering to fix your slip where it had risen to expose some of your thighs. ‘i have a dragon.’

‘i don’t see her.’ harwin looked around as if to prove his point. ‘i didn’t even see a guard at your door, seems dangerous to me - to leave something so precious so unguarded.’

you gave him a genuine smile, letting the subtle compliment boost your ego again. you loved it when he was like this - open, promiscuous, dancing around you the way you so often did him. ‘there was trouble at the gates,’ you explained. ‘the city seems riotous tonight.’

‘oh, i’ve heard,’ harwin said and there was a certain implication in his voice that made your blood run hot. he wouldn’t - would he? the way he was looking at you was devious, thrilling and you knew in that moment that he’d been the cause of the trouble, clearing the way to come in here for you.

‘so this is a ruse then?’ you pondered, you batted your lashes, your face a mask of confusion. you looked like the perfect princess, the damsel in distress so perpetually innocent. ‘you’ll forgive me if i’m a little afraid. you’ve made your way in here, we’re alone, you could do anything you wanted to me. there’s no one here to stop you.’

you dangled the bait and waited to see if he’d finally pounce. it was silent in your chambers save for the hammering of your heart under your pretty silk. finally harwin grinned, a fire alight in his eyes that made your facade drop for just a second. you desired, obsessed over him even but he also never failed to infuriate you. he never fell into the traps you laid so carefully for him, he would never make it easy. ‘drop the act, princess,’ harwin urged, his voice rough. ‘i’m a smart man. you think i haven’t had women trying to seduce me before?’

you took your bottom lip between your teeth, buying yourself some thinking time before you wandered over, slowly, letting him watch your hips sway, your breasts move beneath the silk. you purposely brushed into his side, feeling the toughness of his arm against the softness of yours. ‘careful ser, you wouldn’t want to make me jealous,’ you warned as you closed over the door. you leaned against the heavy wood, letting it cool your flushed skin. harwin turned, always chasing you, following you where you went, it should disturb you but you liked that you had him somewhat wrapped around your finger. ‘i’m curious though, what gave you the impression that i was trying to seduce you? that’s a dangerous accusation to make of a princess.’

‘an accusation? really? you can play dumb if you like princess but i can see right through you.’ you were burning up, a heavy feeling of anger on your shoulders and you stared up at him, not bothering to hide your glare. he wasn’t playing along, wasn’t playing his part in the fantasies you dreamed up at night. he was supposed to be falling at your feet, begging for you, your hand, your touch but here he was, in some sort of battle with you about the games you’d been playing.

‘if you’re so certain of that, ser harwin,’ you began, crossing your arms over your chest. of course his eyes followed the movement, taking a step towards you that you weren’t sure he meant to take. ‘then why are you here? to tell me to stop? or maybe you’re here to teach me a lesson, show me that i shouldn’t play around with big, bad men in case they have their wicked way with me? is that it?’

‘i told you why i was here.’ harwin ignored your comment entirely. the man was a brick wall, unmovable, unyielding and he was crowding you in. like a predator hunting his pray harwin stepped towards you, past your personal space until he had you pinned to the wall with his size alone. he didn’t stop, not until your body was flush with his and he was looking down at you. his cock was hard, digging into your lower stomach but you kept your expression neutral, bored even. the smell of him overwhelmed you, his body enveloping you. it was hard to concentrate, to remember what had been said.

‘it seems you like my efforts plenty,’ you commented, giving him the most coquettish look you could muster even though your breathing had picked up, your cunt pulsing and aching for him. this was better than your dreams. you had to admit you liked that he was trying to put you in your place, to show dominance. being in such a position of power it was hard to find a man that really stood up to you, most of the men who begged for your attention were simpering fools doing their best to lure you into traps of their own, hiding their lust for power beneath their pathetic acts.

‘no princess.’ the words were practically growled at you, you could only watch in adoration as he lowered down to your height, taking your face in his hands. some of his curls tickled the bare skin of your shoulders, making you shiver. ‘it’s not the innocent act that gets me like this. it’s the fact that underneath it you’re just a little brat, begging for my attention.’

words failed you, you couldn’t even shake your head due to the harsh grip he had on you. your brain was going fuzzy, your wit failing you as you looked into his eyes. how was it possible for him to have come out on top, to have you a desperate mess against him and have not done anything. you’d put the effort in, exerted yourself to get even a morsel of time with him and he’d done nothing. how was it that you were the one panting for him, falling apart at the seams whilst he stood composed and arrogant, the only sign of his true feelings the hardness that pressed into you.

with a gentleness you didn’t expect harwin ran his thumb along your bottom lip, pulling it down and watching it bounce back into place. a groan met your ears, then he was pushing it into the orifice. you weren’t going to be outdone, you blinked at him before slowly hollowing your cheeks, sucking on it, giving him a show. ‘you like this don’t you?’ he asked hoarsely, his hot breath hitting your cheek. ‘that for once you’re not getting what you want. this is why you need me princess, to protect you from the people who’ve made you this way. they all run around after you don’t they? they’d do anything to please you.’

you moaned in protest and harwin pushed his thumb in further, once, twice before dragging it out, spreading your spit down your chin. it trailed down your throat to your chest, down over your breast until he reached your nipple, hard and pebbled against his movements. his thumb rubbed over it, torturously slow. ‘see?’ the words were soft, given to you in false pity. ‘you’re greedy. i bet if i picked this so-called dress up i’d find you soaked, wouldn’t i? it’s driving you mad, you thought i’d be down on my knees worshiping you by now didn’t you?’

‘what about you, ser,’ you threw back, you moved towards his mouth, your lips a breath away from his. you moved impossibly closer until you felt his against you then moved away, teasing, luring, desperate for the upper hand. ‘i’m not naive enough to think that’s just a knife in your pocket. doesn’t it shame you, doing something so improper to your princess? you should be on your knees, begging for my forgiveness, my mercy.’

‘you’re at my mercy now,’ harwin murmured, giving your nipple a pinch so hard you yelped. ‘command me to stop. you’re right, you’re my princess so if you truly hate this then command me to unhand you.’

‘this isn’t like you ser,’ you said gently in avoidance. you couldn’t stop, wouldn’t give up the need to have the power. you wanted to affect him the way he did you, to drive him positively insane in every way. ‘you’re gentle, a soft man. you wouldn’t hurt a fly-’

harwin growled and before you could stop him he bit down on the plush skin at the top of your chest. roughly, he grabbed the top of your thigh, hooking it around his waist. ‘fucking lies,’ he groaned, rutting into you forcefully. his words were true, you knew, you’d seen it yourself what happened in the training grounds but getting him angry was the key to your success. ‘if i was a lesser man, i’d fuck you right here. you’d let me, you’d let me make a mess of you, ruin you. you should be glad princess that i’ve got such self restraint because i swear to you i’d find much better use for that smart mouth of yours.’

you were losing your grip on reality, with every dirty word he spat at you you fell deeper into his grip, like he had some mental hold on your brain. subconsciously you began grinding into him, rubbing your cunt against him. you whined, your fingernails digging into his thighs. he laughed, a harsh sound that was designed to humiliate you but it didn’t. ‘i wonder what people would say if they could see you now,’ harwin whispered, he nipped a trail along your neck but his eyes were focused on your movements, his fingers were digging into your flesh so hard you were sure he’d leave bruises. ‘they think you’re so pure but look at you now. a needy, desperate mess. i’m surprised you haven’t started begging.’

‘would that make a difference?’ you asked breathlessly, moaning when you found the right spot. ‘if i beg you to touch me, will you?’

‘no, my spoiled little princess,’ harwin tutted and in rage you gripped his hair, pulling with all your might. ‘i’m here to teach you a lesson remember? i would say i’m doing my job pretty well. how could you ever think this would be a downgrade when we’re having so much fun here.’

‘and if i command you?’ you snapped but it was futile, the enjoyment he was getting from teasing and mocking you was evident.

‘you wouldn’t.’ he sounded so sure than you almost wanted to just to prove him wrong. ‘you like that it’s out of your hands, that i can do whatever i want. call this a punishment, for parading yourself around in front of me these past few weeks, for torturing me. that’s what you feel right now isn’t it? torture?’

you nodded immediately, tears gathering at the corner of your eyes at the sheer urgency you felt. harwin hushed you and you would have fell into the comfort of it if you hadn’t been smarter. ‘it’s okay princess. you’ll get through it like the good girl you are.’

he untangled himself from you and you felt the ridiculous urge to cry and fall at his feet and beg him not to leave. your saving grace was the wet patch on the crotch of his trousers, a reminder that he wanted you as well. you let that fact soak through you, let it build you up until you knew in your heart that the next time you crossed paths you’d be in control, you wouldn’t just tease you’d make him writhe and beg until he was on the edge then you’d leave him there. ‘tomorrow ser,’ you said to his retreating form. ‘i plan to travel to the dragon pit. you’ll make yourself available i’m sure, it’s your job now after all.’

you’d have him in the palm of your hand if it was the last thing you did.

#harwin strong x reader #harwin strong smut #harwin strong #house of the dragon fanfic #house of the dragon fic

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jeongin-lvr · 9 months

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Hii I saw that you were taking requests and I wanted to see if you couldn’t write Hyunjin x thick!reader? 🫶🏽✨

ᵎ　🍶　⊹ love you more, h. hyunjin

ᝰ✧ 𝗐𝖺𝗋𝗇𝗂𝗇𝗀！ 𝖼𝗁𝗎𝖻𝖻𝗒！𝗋𝖾𝖺𝖽𝖾𝗋，𝗈𝗋𝖺𝗅 （𝖿！ 𝗋𝖾𝖼𝖾𝗂𝗏𝗂𝗇𝗀）， 𝗆𝗂𝗋𝗋𝗈𝗋 𝗌𝖾𝗑， 𝗆𝖾𝗇𝗍𝗂𝗈𝗇𝗌 𝗈𝖿 𝖻𝗈𝖽𝗒／𝗌𝖾𝗅𝖿 𝗂𝗆𝖺𝗀𝖾， 𝗋𝖾𝖺𝖽𝖾𝗋 𝗂𝗌 𝖽𝖾𝗌𝖼𝗋𝗂𝖻𝖾𝖽 𝖺𝗌 𝗍𝗁𝗂𝖼𝗄／𝖼𝗎𝗋𝗏𝗒／𝖼𝗁𝗎𝖻𝖻𝗒， 𝗂𝗆𝗉𝗅𝗂𝖾𝖽 𝖧𝗒𝗎𝗇𝗃𝗂𝗇 𝗁𝖺𝗌 𝖺 𝖻𝗂𝗀 𝖽𝗂𝖼𝗄， 𝗅𝗂𝗍𝗍𝗅𝖾 𝗉𝗅𝗈𝗍 ／ 𝗎𝗇𝖾𝖽𝗂𝗍𝖾𝖽， 𝖽𝗂𝖽𝗇’𝗍 𝗋𝖾𝖺𝗅𝗅𝗒 𝗄𝗇𝗈𝗐 𝗁𝗈𝗐 𝗍𝗈 𝖾𝗇𝖽 𝗂𝗍 𝖼𝗋𝗂𝖾𝗌

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𝗜𝗧 𝗔𝗟𝗟 began when I mentioned how out of place I felt at the party. Surrounded by those pretty girls all in their gorgeously draped, diaphanous fabric of choice. All with their makeup done and delicately etched onto their faces like canvas work; some wearing their hair in sweet up-do’s, their locks framing their face, while others opted to just leave their hair free. Curled or straightened, they were all stunning. And maybe comparison isn’t the best choice but how could I not when I was surrounded by them all? Gowns felicitous for the occasion and heels high, the feeling of being completely out of place was hard to bare.

“Everyone’s so… pretty,” I had mumbled to my boyfriend, tugging the sleeve of his tuxedo while scanning the group of gorgeous girls. It hurt to be jealous but it wasn’t just a feeling I could push down; their smiles bright and gowns flowing behind them as they tramped around, the air surrounding them full of giggles.

Hyunjin glanced down at me, perplexed by why I looked so saddened by the sight.

“You’re the prettiest one here,” And every bit of me wanted to believe that. To feel seen and loved and heard by the one I loved the most. But my heart felt like a heavy stone sinking in water, until I felt like it couldn’t go any further. Hyunjin squeezed my hand, bringing me back into reality. A pretty smile on his plump lips, and while no words left his mouth I knew what he was trying to say.

Words were meaningless if they didn’t have intention behind them; so actions were beginning to speak louder.

And the action of his head being between my thighs was enough to make my head spin, warm tongue gliding up and down my slit. Little groans leaving his mouth as I callously tugged on his hair, chanting his name in breathless moans like a song. Synchronized with the way his slender hands delicately felt me up and down, squeezing my thighs like bread dough. Squishing them, enjoying how they’d close tightly around his head each time his tongue would suddenly flick at my clit.

“Love these pretty thighs, baby,” Hyunjin broke free from between my legs, kissing up and down my flesh with his shiny chin and mouth, both drenched in the wetness of my cunt. He still wore that gorgeous red satin tie on his neck, loosened but precedent. His suit crinkled, white button down creased and halfway undone. Hyunjin was far too excited to taste the nectar between my thighs to even worry about his own attire.

His pretty disheveled hair was sticking to the slick on his face as he kissed me more. A trail of precum and saliva trailing up and down my inner thigh, “So fucking pretty when they’re shaky like this.” Another kiss, his teeth nipping at my skin again, a sharp pain that made my leg jerk, “Do I do this to you, baby? Make you feel good? What do you want me to do for you, hon?” Hyunjin’s caramel dewy eyes were practically glowing as he licked a stripe up my leg, going from my calves to my thighs, then kitten-licking my sopping cunt.

“More… Jinnie, please more,” I breathed out in shaky whispers. Maintaining eye contact as he held up my thigh, draping it over his shoulder and dipping his head down again. Lips wrapping around my clit and sucking harshly, eliciting the prettiest moans he loved to hear- borderline pornographic as my fingers meshed with his hair.

“Wan’ more, pretty?” Hyunjin mumbled against my cunt, vibrations from his husky voice making me shiver, “More what? Speak up.”

My eyes shot to the mirror behind Hyunjin, eyeing his crouched figure, head buried in my pussy, tongue desperately lapping up my neediness. Pretty slurps and groans leaving his mouth only to be absorbed by my body, fueling my oncoming orgasm.

“More of you-“ his tongue entered my hole, making my neck crane, falling back into the white pillow beneath my head, “Fuck- your cock, wanna feel it, please-“ I chanted those pleas over and over again, egging him on once I caught wind of his erection growing in the mirror. Hyunjin’s needy rutting into the mattress as he worked diligently between my legs. His fingers held my thighs open, periodically letting them clamp around his head and neck because he silently enjoyed the struggle for hair.

“My cock? You want my cock, honey?” Hyunjin let go of my clit with a wet pop, lewdly swiping at the precum pooling at the end of his chin. Pretty lashes fluttering as he rose his head, finally meeting my face as he pressed a hand to the side of the mattress. Gripping the sheets as he propped his body up above me, tongue flickering over his bottom lip. Patiently waiting for my words.

“Yeah, baby,” I hummed with watery eyes. Hyunjin groaned, just as desperate.

“You’re the prettiest girl,” He lathered my cheeks and lips with kisses, praising me like a goddess. My heart swelled, mind running foggy and pink with lusty haze. His pretty hand cutely held my chin, eyes boring into my lips, “The fucking prettiest. And you’re all mine. Yeah?”

I nodded feverishly, feeling his hard-on press into my inner thigh the more he spoke. Little praises filling the air and drenching the lustful atmosphere with adoration, love. Nothing more pure in the world. Almost as if he was inebriated, his words slurred and dragged on, lips brushing against mine from the close propinquity.

He squeezed the flesh of my thigh, my throat letting out a soft whimper from his touch. He wanted a response fast.

“Yes! All yours, my pretty Jinnie,” His name felt like candy on my tongue, his eyes little golden trinkets that poured passion between us. Drowning us with the prettiest haze of desire.

“You know you’re the prettiest?”

I paused, unsure. My hands lacing together at the back of his hair and gently tugging. Cute mewls leaving my lips as he massaged the fat of my thighs. Insecurity wasn’t supposed to be brought up in the bedroom, I know. But suddenly I was growing aware of myself. My thighs, my belly, my everything. Suddenly I was the fish out of water; the air was no longer hot and warm with lust but nervousness. Not the good kind. Not the kind that generously pooled in my panties.

I closed my legs, thighs squeezing together between his legs. He glanced down, Hyunjin’s lips parting as if to say something.

Then he did, “You don’t believe me?”

My breathe hitched, eyes tracing his expressions, silently searching for something. I didn’t quite know what, though.

I shook my head, lips quivering. My eyes once again fell to the mirror behind him, then the chair beside it that draped my dress. A dress I was so excited to wear to that party until I got there. Because when I got to that little formal event I felt so out of place; everyone else elegantly dressed, meanwhile my mind was racing with how I wasn’t pretty enough. Wasn’t good enough.

His voice lowered to a sensual whisper, softening his eyes as he looked at a me and pressed on, “Want me to show you, baby?”

I head tilted, his pale hands cupping the side of my face as he watched my expressions. His dark hair trickling down to tickle my cheek, kindly holding me like the most delicate glass ever. I felt the warmth of his hand, the gentleness of his actions, and the somber undertone of his voice. He was sincere and that saccharine look in his eyes said it more than words ever could.

I meekly nodded, curious as to what he’d do- what he’d say.

I watched him adjust, moving up from on top of me, sitting beside my body with his legs spread wide and his eyes on me. The man gestured me over, hand beckoning me forward. I crawled over, quickly sitting in his lap, face close to his and thighs around his body.

“Gorgeous, can you turn around,” Hyunjin muttered against my lips, fixing my hair out of my face. I nodded, following his orders obediently. Hyunjin watched as I turned around in his lap, spreading my legs prettily for him while narrowly avoiding the view of the mirror. Hyunjin placed a hand firmly on my jaw, the only force was his words, however, “Look. Look at yourself, pretty.”

I blinked at the reflection, first seeing my widened thighs, exposing my shiny pink cunt that was drenched with arousal. A sinful reflection yet all I saw how my body and the way it moved and curved, every indent catching my eye, every little mark I wasn’t too fond of.

“This is the prettiest thing I’ve ever seen,” Hyunjin muttered, pressing his lips into the skin of my neck, hands raising to my chest, fawning at my breasts with enthusiasm. Fingers playing with my nipples as he peppered kisses up and down my clavicle bone, so gentle. Adorning my skin were fresh blotches of hickeys, teeth indents bruising me along with the shine of his saliva. All of it was reflecting back at me through the shine of the mirror.

Another kiss, “My pretty thing.” Hyunjin’s pretty cock was begging to be freed from its fabric prison, pressing firmly into my ass, each little movement making him hiss. But he stood still, only feeling me and giving me the kisses. The pleasure with his hands, sleeves of his button down tickling my bare flesh. “Wanna have my cock?” Hyunjin whispered, “Show you how pretty you are when you’re fucked out.”

My cunt oozed with thrill at the thought of his cock, my eyes flickering to his bronze gaze in the reflection, a slight head nod, “Yes, so bad.”

“Gonna make you feel so good,” Hyunjin muttered into my skin, running a hand up my cunt and collecting the precum between his fingers, a slight look of mirth on his face, “Get up for me, baby, please.”

I whimpered from his hands, his pointer brushing against my nub as I got up. I watched the boy, undo the button of his pretty dress pants, letting them fall to his ankles while his boxers showcased the thick cock behind the fabric. Limerence filled my soul as I watched him take those off as well, the prettiest pink cock springing out against his crumbled shirt. His hands then holding the base and letting out a stiff whimper at his own touch, hair falling in front of his eyes.

“C’mere, my love,” Hyunjin grabbed my waist, bringing me to his aid. I did so, facing the mirror across the room as I trapped his legs between mine, the soft, supple flesh of my thighs warming his legs, “God, gonna fuck this pretty cunt so good. Ready?” He asked sweetly, lewd words rocking through my head. Every syllable making the feeling of being exposed inch away slowly, draining out my mind.

Hyunjin aligned his gorgeous, sparkling cock with my cunt, teasingly brushing the tip over my folds in a strategic motion. Whines of desire at the tip of my tongue, just about to spill out when I felt the indescribable stretch of his cock inside me, just an inch or two, the rest slowly beginning to rock inside me. My head fell back against his shoulder, stars burring my eyes with pink and white fuzz.

He slid me down all the way, bottoming out with my cunt full and dripping against his thighs. Hyunjin held my waist, a sheen of sweat glistening upon his face and chest, already wanting to pound into me and feel every inch my cunt had to offer. But he resisted, turning his attention onto the mirror.

“Look at yourself,” Hyunjin held my chin, turning my gaze to the mirror before us. My eyes fell to wear our bodies connected, mind numbing pleasure already making my hole clench around his member, twitching from just the pleasurable stretch, “Don’t look away. Want you to see how pretty you look as I make you feel good, kay?” He laid a delicate kiss into my cheek, looping his arms under my thighs and swiftly raising my body gently. Enough to feel the way his cock nearly emptied me, only to have him plow into me, so agonizingly slow. Perfectly dragging across my soaking walls.

I watched in awe, mouth dropping open the more I felt. Wet noises of our sexes meeting, skin slapping was the only sound in the air. Little moans left my throat, suppressing them to focus on keeping my head up. Staring at the reflection in the glass with lidded eyes.

Watching his pretty dick glide in and out of me in the reflection was better than any cinematic film I’ve watched; vein-ridden cock, stretching my pussy so beautifully while the thickness of it was coated in my own juices. Suddenly my reflection was all I wanted to stare at.

“See that, baby? See how good you take it?” Hyunjin placed a hand on my tummy, steadying himself. Quiet moans whispered into my ear from his lips, making my skin crawl in every direction.

“Fuck, Jin, so good,” I moaned, his hips snapping up into me now. Hands still gripping my thighs wide open for the mirror to see.

“You like that?” Hyunjin let out a moan, breathing heavy as he spoke, “My pretty girl like that? Want more, beautiful?”

“M-more,” I whimpered out, grinding my hips desperately each time he’d thrust into me. The speed of his hips blinding me periodically; my brain was so fuzzy I couldn’t see anything but the orgasm I desperately longed for.

The calamity of needed to finish was eating my insides.

Hyunjin’s nails dug into my thighs, pace quickening, the noises more frequent. Little squelch’s as I took him inside of my tight little cunt, wetness all over my inner thighs. I couldn’t withhold my moans anymore, all I could do was moan and watch as he fucked me so good.

“You gonna cum?” Hyunjin asked, watching in the mirror as I dropped my head back, keeping my eyes on myself, “Cum so I can show you how good you look when you do.”

His hand moved to my clit, matching his thrusts with the smooth feeling of his finger rubbing my clit. It was a dangerous combination.

“Cum, baby,” Hyunjin took notice of how my cunt clenched around him, whines less controlled and whiny.

“Gonna cum,” I yelled, shaky breath hitching each time he fucked into me, “Fuck me so good, Hyunjin-“ My words were slurred out, more stars in my eyes. His fingers working so good on my sweet love nub, dick hitting that gummy spot deep inside of me. Filling me only to thrust into me harder, deeper. It was inevitable. I felt my thighs ache, shaking as my own orgasm began to erupt inside me; overwhelming my senses, throaty moans leaving my mouth.

Hyunjin knew where to hit to make my climax drag on so good. He watched in the mirror, holding my chin tightly to make me look back at my reflecting body. Eyeing myself and my clenching, sensitive hole. I watched my own cum French the insides of my thighs, coating his cock in a pretty white.

Then I felt the familiar twitch of his cock inside of me. He pulled out, wrapping a hand around his length, his thick cock about to burst from his own high. To show my appreciation, I replaced his hand and jerked him into his own high, entranced as I watched his pretty pink tip ejaculation onto my tummy and hand, the white fluid hot and non-stop.

Covered in cum, I lulled my head back, vision clearing as I watched the ceiling with intrigue.

“Did so good,” Hyunjin mumbled into my skin, kissing the spots where his love bites burned my skin, “You really are the prettiest, y’know.”

I nodded, turning my head into his neck and kissing lazily, “Thank you, love.”

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bumblebeesfromvenus · 5 months

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Wrapped 🎁

Jason Todd x reader

A/N: another one for Jason!! I love writing for him. I definitely need to do it more. This is the second fic for my Christmas event Fi's Christmas Market ☃️ ! I hope you enjoy some Holly Jason fluff!

~Fi 🐝

Warnings: tooth rotting fluff, overall very sweet and domestic! Jason being excited to make fun of Bruce, FLUFF.

Wordcount: 3.3k

Thank you to @certifiedredhoodlover for helping me pick out the presents for Tim and Damian <3

Please don't copy my work! I put a lot of effort and heart into the things I write.

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"G'morning, Baby," you stirred slightly when his sweet voice softly called out to you. You were firmly in his grasp, your oven of a boyfriend keeping you nice and toasty.

His hands gently stroked along your back while you nuzzled closer to his chest. He was trying to wake you, but his soft touches, cozy heat and comforting voice really weren't helping his efforts.

"Ya need to wake up, sweetheart." The sleep heavy in his voice. His heartbeat was steady, lulling you back to sleep. "Don't wan' to.." you mumbled, scooching impossibly closer.

Jason chuckled softly, pressing a kiss to the top of your head. "It's snowing." He whispered, you could hear the smug smile that was probably plastered on his face.

He knew exactly what he was doing when he said those words. He knew how to push your buttons. Your eyes shot open and and clumsily scrambled to sit up.

"What, What, really?" You slurred, rubbing at your eyes. He motioned to the window with his head and his heart melted when your eyes lit up as soon as you spotted the little flakes elegantly cascading from the sky. With a gasp and a sparkle about you, you were on your feet in a second, rushing to the window.

"It is snowing!" You beamed, before turning to him. "We wanted to go holiday shopping today, it's perfect! Come on!" You pulled him out of bed, or at least you tried, and he begrudgingly left his warm sanctuary, whining about the cold. But if he was honest with himself, he'd go out in his pajamas if it made you happy.

Jason dragged his sleepdrunk body to the kitchen for some well needed coffee. You were whirling around the apartment, getting ready and finishing off the shopping list. He finished his coffee and yawned while stretching. You stood in front of him with a shocked expression on your face.

"What are doing? Why are you not ready yet?" The disbelief in your voice made Jason's brows furrow. "Babe, we got up 10 minutes ago. You haven't even had breakfast. We've got the whole day, calm down, okay?" He placed his hands on your cheeks and kissed your nose, which made your face scrunch up in the cutest way possible. Your narrowed your eyes at him and walked to the fridge without breaking eye contact.

"You have 30 minutes, Mister." He shook his head at you when you stuffed a piece of toast in your mouth and washed it down with Jason's coffee. "Wha- Hey, that was my coffee!" He exclaimed, taking the mug away from you.

"30 minutes!" Your voice came out muffled, courtesy of the piece of bread, as you made your way to the living room to wait for him on the couch.

.·:*¨༺ ༻¨*:·.

You were scrolling on your phone, looking for some of the gifts you knew you wouldn't be able to get in store. He came into the livingroom, grabbing his keys and phone.

"Alright, you got your list?" Jason clapped his hands together, resulting in you looking up at him. You let out a gasp of awe when you saw him. You'd bought him a red beanie for the cold seasons but he never wore it, until today that is. He always refused, reasoning he didn't get cold and he'd look ridiculous. It was quite the opposite.

"You're wearing it! Oh my god, you look so cute!" You beamed, practically jumping from your seat on the couch, grabbing his face and peppering kisses over his cheeks.

"You look adorable, I could literally eat you!" You laughed between kisses, his face squished in your glove clad hands. "Babe, it's just a hat." He stated, albeit a little muffled as your hands were still firmly planted on his cheeks.

"I know, but it looks so good on you! Your white streak is peaking out, and it makes you look like a candy cane!" You squealed. No matter how hard you'd tried, you couldn't keep in your excitement. His brows furrowed at your statement as he grumbled quietly, but you could feel his face heating up even underneath your gloves.

"'M not a candy cane..." he mumbled, lightly offended. Well, actually, very offended. A pout settled on his lips.

"You are, but you're my candy cane, and only mine." You whispered with a sweet grin on your face, pressing a chaste kiss to his lips before elegantly twirling out of his embrace to check your bag one last time. Jason smirked, crossing his arms in front of his chest as he leaned against the counter.

"If me wearing a hat gets you like that, I wonder what else I could wear..." he pondered, stroking his chin. "I guess you'll have to find out." You said with a cheeky smile.

"Are you ready? Let's go," you held out your hand to him, and he took it in his in the blink of an eye.

Jason loved holding your hand. It was his favorite thing to do, no matter where you were or what you were doing, his hands would be touching yours in some kind of way. He would play with your fingers when watching TV or reading. It was mostly subconscious, but it was a cute habit.

"Are you sure we can't take the car? It's freezing outside!" He reasoned, keeping you in your place when you wanted to step out the door. "But it's snowing! And you're basically a walking furnace, you'll be fine!"

"If I get a cold, you're taking care of me." He grumbled before letting himself be dragged out the door by you.

Jason truly was a man of mystery to you. He wouldn't give a shit when he'd be shot and bleeding out, but god forbid he got a cold. He acted like the world was ending or he was dying. You did enjoy doting on him and taking care of all his needs but his very dramatic 'This is it. This is my end!' talks made you roll your eyes.

.·:*¨༺ ༻¨*:·.

You walked through the nicely decorated streets, the snowflakes falling from the sky and covering Gotham as well as yourselves in a powdery blanket. Glancing over to your boyfriend, you couldn't help but giggle. His cheeks and nose were red from the cold, matching his beanie. He had his shoulders pulled up a little, trying to cover some of his face with his scarf.

Your hands were still intertwined and shoved into his jacket pocket. He wiggled his mouth free from his cozy scarf.

"What's on your list, sweetheart?" He asked, his warm breath turning into a small cloud in the chilly air.

★

You were sitting at your kitchen table, the blank piece of paper that should've been a list by now starring you mockingly in the face. You sighed, resting your chin in your hands. "I don't know what to get them, Babe."

Jason was cuddled up on the couch, book, and tea in hand. "Doesn't really matter that much." He muttered, all of his attention on the book as his eyes were glued to the pages. "Yes, it does!" You argued,"It's Christmas. What are you getting them?" He took a sip of his tea, still captured by his book. "My presence at the dinner table, and if they're lucky, a hug."

You rolled your eyes. "You're not helping." You grumbled, your head falling forward onto the table. You'd been at this stupid list for weeks, but you couldn't come up with a single idea what to get them. Especially his younger brothers, Tim and Damian. You'd barely seen them, so picking a present that was useful and enjoyable for them was proving to be a real struggle.

"It really doesn't matter that much, I mean it. You could get each of them a card that says 'I'm proud of you' and they'd cry. So, it's your pick, really." He shrugged, flipping to the next page. You sighed again, closing your eyes. At this rate, you'd maybe get them a present next Christmas.

"I want to get them something personal, Jay. Something that means something to them."

Jason looked at you this time, his gaze over the top of his reading glasses.

"My point still stands."

You groaned, sagging into your chair. "Why is your family so difficult?!" You complained, sitting back up properly as you started to scribble some things down on the paper.

"Trauma." His response was blunt, his eyes were back on the book, his mind in whatever fantasy world he was reading about.

"Right."

You watched him for a little while. Calm breaths, the occasional grin or raise of his brows. "What's so interesting in that book, huh? Barely looked at me when we were talking."

"Hm?," his head turned towards you, obviously not listening to you. "Oh, sorry, s'Mister Darcy." You made an approving noise. "Carry on." Who could resist Mister Darcy? Not even Red Hood could, it seemed.

★

"Well," you began, pulling out the little piece of paper from your bag,"for Dick, I want to go to the record store and see if I can find him something new, preferably vintage. Alfred desperately needs a new apron, and I saw one a couple of weeks ago that'd be perfect for him. Tim gets a coupon to get the Manor for himself for an entire day-" Jason's brows furrowed, and he interrupted you.

"How the hell are you gonna achieve that?"

"You do what I say, Alfred would gladly do me a favor, and I think Bruce is secretly a little scared of me and I will use that to my advantage. And Damian.. I haven't thought that one out yet. I'll bribe him somehow. I think he likes me more than he let's on." You laughed.

He looked quite impressed before a smile settled on his lips. "You're a brilliant woman, do you know that?" He pressed a kiss to your temple, smiling against your skin.

"Thanks, Baby. You tell me everyday." You giggled, looking up at him. It surprised you haven't run into anything or anyone yet, your eyes were on Jason like he was the only one in the world. And he was, at least for you.

"I do? Well, I'll keep doing it." The smile he gave you was so soft, something only you got to see. "Damian gets a Katana with a burgundy handle. We have to pick it up from the jeweler, I had them engrave Titus on the blade." You continued, folding over the top of the list, which peaked Jason's interest.

"Why'd you do that?"

"Why did I do what?"

"That sneaky fold over." He pointed to the list.

"Oh, well, that's your present. Don't want you seeing what it is yet," you grinned, making him pout.

He let out a small huff, eyeing the piece of paper in your hands before trying to snatch it away from you. You quickly pulled it out of his reach and stuffed it back into your bag.

"Hands off!" He grumbled quietly under his breath but quickly let it go when you reached your first stop.

You looked through the dozens and dozens of boxes filled with record vinyls, trying to find the perfect one for Dick. The poor lighting and overcrowded aisle didn't help your cause. You did have to give credit to the interior design, it looked like it came straight from the 70s. You were basically digging for gold at this point, and gold did you find.

You'd picked out an original 'A Night at the Opera' vinyl by Queen, and you'd also found 'Crises' by Mike Oldfield and you decided to get both, hoping Dick would like them. Jason assured you that he would as his older brother adored you. He'd said you were a fresh breeze to the family, and he already loved you just for making his little brother happy.

He was the first to really trust and hang out with you, easing your nerves about fitting into the family. You could already see Dick and yourself jamming out to the tunes together.

The next stop was Home Depot. You'd gone there for a new whisk and a set of kitchen towels and had spotted the perfect gift for the resident Butler of Wayne Manor. It was a little cheesy, you had to admit, but you had a feeling Alfred would really enjoy this gift.

"They have to be here somewhere, I know they are.." you mumbled, searching around in the kitchen section. "Aha! There they are." You pulled Jason with you towards the back, and he had to be careful to not knock over any of the ceramic decor pieces.

"Jeez, why are these aisles so small.." he tried to make himself as small as possible, not only that but he had to keep the shopping back from the record store in mind as well. He couldn't really complain about that though, as he insisted on carrying it for you.

You held up the navy apron to show him the embroidery on the front. It said 'King of the Kitchen' and it had a little crown on top of it as well. "He's gonna take that to his grave." Jason grinned, before breaking into a laugh at the apron. "It's perfect, isn't it? I immediately thought of him when I saw it." You joined your lover, laughing in the back of the kitchen section, earning a stern look from a bypassing lady.

You stood in line at the register in the craftstore after having picked out some nice paper, sparkly pens, some stencil cutters, and a little bit of glitter for Tim's present.

"Don't know if Tim is fan of glitter." Jason said, looking into your little shopping basket. "Well, I am, so he's gonna have to deal with it." You huffed, moving further in line. He put his hands up defensively, as much as he could at least, since he was carrying the bags, and moved with you.

"What about B?" He questioned.

"I'm making him a card. It's gonna be an 'I'm proud of you' card." You sighed, not feeling to great about your choice of present for Bruce. Jason's eyes widened.

"Wait, really?"

"Yeah. I mean, what the fuck do you get a billionaire? Especially someone like Bruce. I just took your advice." You joked, bumping him with your elbow.

"I'm so gonna film that."

"Jason-"

"Nope, you can't stop me. Consider it a present from myself to myself."

You shook your head at him and sighed, but he definitely caught the smile that you were trying to hide. It would definitely be a memorable Christmas.

The last stop, thankfully, was the jeweler. Jason had been ready to go home 3 hours ago. The amount of people, crowded stores, and the bright lights were starting to overstimulate him.

"Hi, I'm here to pick up the Katana I had engraved." You smiled kindly at the woman behind the desk.

"Ah yes, and the neckl-" she began but you quickly cut her off with a finger to your lips and a motion to Jason with your head. He wasn't supposed to know wou were picking up his present too. The woman smiled knowingly and went into the back to get your orders.

You tapped your fingers against the counter as you were waiting. You glanced over to Jason, who was grinning like an Idiot. He knew that whatever it was that the woman was talking about was his present. You narrowed your eyes at him.

"You didn't see or hear anything, got it?" You said firmly, earning an even wider grin from Jason.

"I don't know what you're talking about."

"Good."

The woman came back with a small bag and the Katana in hand. "It didn't fit in a bag." She chuckled nervously.

"No worries." You replied kindly, taking it from her, same with the small shopping bag. You pulled back the Saya and looked approvingly over the engraving of Titus at the base of the sword.

"Wow, that's amazing." He marveled, looking over your shoulder.

"Damian is so gonna cry." He giggled mischievously.

"Christmas is gonna be great this year." He grinned, making you sigh. There was no talking him out of teasing both Bruce and Damian. You could've definitely tried harder if you didn't enjoy it at least a little bit.

.·:*¨༺ ༻¨*:·.

You were now back out in the cold, walking home after a successful shopping day. The small bag was securely in your hand, keeping it away from Jason. He couldn't stop eyeing it, though. Desperately wanting to know what was inside. You were just as excited to show him as he was to see, it was challenge trying to keep it a secret from him.

It was a gold chain with a pendant. The pendant almost looked like a coin, on one side your names were engraved with a little heart and the words 'forever and always'. On the other was a red Aster flower. You didn't just pick any flower, it had a meaning. It meant undying devotion. You wanted Jason to have the reassurance of your love and loyalty with him whenever he wore it, which you hoped would be everyday.

It was even more special since only the two of you would know what it meant. The language of flowers was something you were both interested in, having read books about it together. You had used it a few times when visiting the Manor, loving the confused looks of everyone, except Alfred who was quite the flower enthusiast himself.

Jason was talking to you about a couple of new books he wanted to get, which you'd obviously already stored in the back of your closet, waiting to be wrapped, when a little cart selling hot chocolate caught your eye.

"Can we get some hot chocolate, please?" You asked excitedly, already dragging him in the carts direction. "Baby, I'm tired, can we just make some at home?" You could tell he was exhausted, social interactions weren't easy for him, for either of you really. But the intoxicating smell of rich chocolate and whipped cream had taken over your senses, clouding your brain.

"Pleaseeee? It'll be quick, I promise! We'll cuddle for the rest of the evening, okay?" You pleaded, making your best doe eyes at him. He sighed and tried looking away from you as not to fall for your sweet look. He could never deny you anything. It might not be the healthiest of habits, but god, did he love spoiling you.

"Fine. But," he held up his finger,"only if I get head scratches as well."

"Deal!" You agreed quickly, pulling him to stand in line. It was going to be such a nice evening. Jason couldn't wait to be all cuddled up with you, your fingers gently running through his hair. He was going to heaven. You were his heaven.

Here you were, happily sipping on your hot beverage as Jason looked at you adoringly. "Thanks for the hot cocoa, Jay." You smiled, blowing on it to not burn your mouth.

"Of course, Princess. Here, let me get that for you." Your brows furrowed in confusion at his statement. He swiped his thumb over your lip, getting the bit of whipped cream off. His tongue went to his thumb and licked the cream off, and he hummed.

"Delicious." He smirked, making you grin. "If you wanted a taste, you could've asked." You smiled, pulling him down into a kiss by his scarf. He melted against your lips, making sure to mind your drink when he wrapped his arms around you.

The streets were lit up festively, the snowing was still falling gently, and you were here with your hot chocolate in hand and your lips on his. He was really glad he decided to stop for the hot cocoa. As if he had the strength to ever deny you anything.

He was under your spell and would do anything you'd asked of him. He was infatuated with you. He loved you. More than he could ever tell or show you.

Just like the presents under the tree, you've got him wrapped.

#bumblebeesfromvenus #jason todd x you #jason todd fluff #jason todd x reader #jason todd #red hood x reader #red hood x you #red hood #FI'S CHRISTMAS MARKET ☆

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geekforhorror · 9 months

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The reader is a senator and has just arrived on Coruscant, her ship has just landed on the platform and she is anxious to see her beloved Anakin (they are not a couple yet) she expects Anakin to be waiting for her when she gets off but it is not him ... It's Obi-Wan and she tries not to be disappointed.

Obi-Wan sensing her sadness tells her that Padmé asked the council for Anakin to be her bodyguard.

Anakin on the other hand is grumpy, knowing that he missed the chance to see you and be the one to be with you makes him feel frustrated.

Obi-Wan and the senator arrive at the senate building in that there are Anakin and Padmé, she is trying to get Anakin to talk to her, you see this and try to look away, Obi gets their attention you have no choice but to approach, Ani turns to look at you and his heart is racing just like yours but your eyes are bright with tears at the thought that Anakin might love Padmé.

The point is Anakin is not going to lose you, he is going to manage to escape Padmé and go to your apartment to confess his love for you.

I hope you like it

lovesick

pairing: aotc!anakin x senator fem!reader

warnings: use of y/n (i’m so sorry for that 🤮), sadness, angst, slight padme slander (still love u bae!), make out session, fluff.

word count: 3.2k

a/n: i honestly think this is my best and favorite fic i’ve EVER written

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You never thought you would make it back.

You had just arrived in Coruscant after being cooped up in your ship for 16 hours straight and you thought you were going to lose it. You had traveled to Alderaan to visit your family despite being in the midst of a war. Your family was excited to see you and told you they were alright. Things were a bit hectic in the city, but what did you expect when there was a war breaking out? At least you were back where you belonged.

You sighed when your ship finally made it onto the landing strip. Before gathering your belongings, you made sure to take a quick stretch because of how demanding the long journey had been on your body. When you finally stood up, you grabbed your luggage that was in the overhead compartment and made sure to thank the pilot. The thing that made you excited the most was seeing your best friend, Anakin, after not seeing him while you were away. Don’t get it wrong, you were glad to be back in the great capital to fulfill your senator duties, but the thought of seeing Anakin filled your heart with even more joy. All you had to do was step out the door before you were reunited with him.

You open the door with a huge smile on your face, but it slowly falters once you see who was waiting for her. It was Obi-Wan. You were obviously glad to see him since he was an old friend of yours, but you felt disappointed at the fact that it wasn’t Anakin. You try to keep your manner a polite one, but the disappointment was still sinking further into your heart.

“Obi-Wan, what are you doing here?” you say playfully in an attempt to conceal your true feelings about the entire situation.

“I had to take Anakin’s place since he’s busy being Senator Amidala’s bodyguard,” he says with a slight smile. You look like a puppy who had just gotten kicked when you heard Anakin wasn’t going to be around. You tried to suppress any and all negative emotions from Obi-Wan, but it must’ve failed when he looked at you with concern.

“I know how you must feel. He’s your friend and I know you must want to see him, but he must put his duties first,” he says honestly.

He was wrong about one thing. He wasn’t just your friend. He was your crush. The two of you had met not that long ago through Padme of all people and you hit it off right away. It was as if you guys had known each other for a lifetime.

“I completely get it, master,” you say to him, understanding where he was coming from.

“Let’s walk shall we?” Obi-Wan asks rhetorically. You give him a nod before making your guys’ way towards the senator building.

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After having a rather fulfilling conversation with Obi-Wan, you guys finally made it to the senator building before walking in. You admire the lovely interior of the building and realized how much you missed seeing it. Even though it sounded crazy, you had grown to love the environment around you. Despite all the challenges the job of a senator possessed, you still loved it nevertheless. As you were reminiscing all the memories that had happened in that very building, something snapped you out of your wandering thoughts instantly. The sight of Padme and Anakin…together. It evoked many emotions and you couldn’t help but feel every single ounce of them. The pain, the sadness, and a slight sliver of fear.

You could see the way Padme talked to Anakin with a cheeky laugh and a smile to go with it. She looked at him with admiration and you could feel your heart sink. It gave you no choice but to look away because of the pain it caused. You knew she liked Anakin and he probably felt the same way about the brown haired senator. I mean, who wouldn’t like her? She was pretty, kind, caring… all of the traits of an amazing girlfriend. Anakin seemed to just walk smoothly by her side with his arms laying beside his hips in a nonchalant manner. Yep, he definitely liked her.

All of a sudden, you hear Obi-Wan start to talk to you and you jerk your head toward him to listen to him better. “Let’s go say hi to them,” he suggests. Before you have time to protest, he walks toward them with a pep in his step. You silently groan knowing you now have to follow him since you and him were in the pairs line of sight. This was going to be dreadful.

You notice how both Padme’s and Anakin’s eyes light up with joy the closer you get to them and you brace yourself for the interaction you were going to have with them. You knew it was going to be nothing short of awkward, especially if you couldn’t contain your mushy-gushy feelings in for Anakin during the conversation.

“Anakin, Padme… I didn’t expect to see you guys here,” you say.

“Anakin was just getting some air with me, isn’t that right?” she asks, directing her question at both you and Anakin.

“Yeah…” Anakin murmurs loud enough for you to hear.

“Well, what are you guys doing here?” she asks the two of you in a chipper voice.

“I just got back from Alderaan and Obi-Wan here decided to meet me outside of my ship,” you say with a fake happy tone in your voice as Obi-Wan smiled. You saw everything except the way Anakin was looking down at the carpeted ground with a sad look in his eyes. He missed you for so long and wanted to be the one to accompany you when you got back. Then he became Padme’s bodyguard and told he was to watch over her at all times instead of being with the one person who mattered in his life— you. He hated this arrangement more than you knew and not because he hated Padme. Not at all. He was Padme’s childhood friend and he enjoyed seeing her when he first entered the order. Yes, he harbored feelings for the senator when he was just a nine year old boy and she was the queen, but things were different now. He remembers it as an innocent type of puppy love where nothing came out of it.

“It’s good to see you guys again,” she says with a smile.

“We can say the same,” Obi-Wan says proudly.

You wanted nothing more than to say something to Anakin, but you couldn’t muster up the courage. It was agonizing knowing that you couldn’t form a sentence to the boy you liked when you knew he didn’t feel the same way about you. You could feel the tears start to strain in your eyes and you fought it with every fiber of your being even when it grew to be tiring. Somehow through the pressure, you felt something fall just below your eyelids and you knew you had failed. Tears were now cascading down your cheeks and you could feel the stinging pain that went along with it. Unknown to you, Anakin saw how stained your cheeks had become from your tears and it absolutely crushed him to see you like this. He had a feeling that you thought he didn’t feel the same way about you and all he wanted to do was tell you otherwise. He wanted to tell you that you were the most pretty, selfless, and caring person he had ever met. Similar to your situation, he had words to say, but just couldn’t get them out of his throat. You knew you had to get out of here as soon as possible if you were crying this soon into the conversation.

“Excuse me senator, I just realized I have somewhere to be. If you don’t mind, I have to excuse myself,” you say to her.

“No worries,” she replies.

“It was nice seeing you guys again. Take care,” you say with a faint smile before walking away from the group, knowing damn well that was the absolute worst and most awkward way to remove yourself from that situation. However, you knew it was for the best because of the toll it would’ve taken if you didn’t do so. You just needed to be alone right now.

“Hmm… that was rather odd,” Obi-Wan says with a confused look on his face.

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It had been hours since you left them and returned to your apartment, which made Anakin puzzled. He was still pondering all the possible reasons you had cried and couldn’t come up with a solid reason. The thing that troubled him the most was seeing you in such a fragile state. He hated how he seemed to be the only one to notice how distraught you were yet did nothing to comfort you. He hated himself for it. He knew he shouldn’t be feeling this way about you since it was forbidden by the code he swore to. Plus, attachments and overwhelming feelings were seen as leading a Jedi over to the dark side. Anakin felt conflicted. The thought of never being able to fully have you suffocated every ounce of his soul. You were the tiny bit of light in his life that hadn’t burned out yet and he didn’t want that to change. Anakin knew he should be worried about other things like protecting Padme at all costs especially since he’s also in the same room as her right now.

Things had never been so boring with her like they were right now. The both of them were currently watching one of her holodramas and he could feel himself fighting the fat urge to fall asleep if it meant he wouldn’t have to watch this shit. To his surprise, Padme didn’t have the same endurance to stay up as late as him which became pretty evident as she was now yawning up a storm. He silently thanked the maker for letting the ball fall into his court in this moment.

“I think I’m going to go to bed now if that’s alright with you, Ani” she yawns.

That fucking nickname. He absolutely hated when she called him that. She had called him that when they first met as kids because it was normal, but he never thought he would hear her use it again. Quite frankly, he didn’t want her to call him that. The only person he would let call him that was you. Only you. And instead of being around you to hear the name fall from your lips, he was stuck with her.

“That’s probably a good idea,” he says, technically not lying. She nods at his comment before walking away, now entering her bedroom. He sighs when he hears the door shut, being happier than ever. The quaint atmosphere around him is deafening and he doesn’t know what to do to kill time while she’s asleep. He thinks of every possible option yet comes up with nothing. Reading? Not his thing. Watching sappy holodramas? Absolutely not.

The only thought that remained in his head as he was slumped over on the couch was you. He was imagining how he would make things right, tell you how he really felt, stuff like that. It was driving him mad. He never wanted anything more… not in this moment. Uninvited thoughts of all of the good times were flooding his mind. The times you guys laughed up a storm until it hurt, telling each other about your guys’ days, comforting the other when it was needed. Those were the highlights in his life despite not knowing you for that long. You were the best thing that happened to him and he couldn’t deny it at all. He knew he would be an absolute fool if he let you get away knowing that you were the one. With that in mind, he knew what he had to do even if it meant going against the orders of the council. He couldn’t be bothered to give a damn when you were restlessly in his thoughts. He had to see you. Right now.

He got up from the couch and quietly walked over to the front door before opening it and making his way to your door. He was feeling uneasy about the entire thing and he didn’t know why. He was truly into you— that much he knew. What he didn’t know was the territory that came with it. His entire life would change forever if he went through with admitting his true feelings for you. He would have to constantly lie to the council, sneak around with you, risk getting caught, and so many more unthinkable things. But through all of these thoughts, one thing became abundantly clear to him. He would do it all for you.

Anakin finally breaks out of his thoughts and timidly knocks on your door, feeling his heart race faster than ever. He was scared.

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You were a mess sitting on the couch. After the interaction you shared earlier, you had become an emotional wreck. Here you were, shamelessly eating ice cream from the tub and watching your favorite holodrama in your comfiest silk pjs in an attempt to distract yourself from the pain. You were having such a great time until you heard a set of knocks against your apartment door. You wondered who could possibly be here right now at the dead of night. You groan before getting up from the comfy couch and make your way towards the door. You open it slowly until you were met with a familiar figure. It was Anakin.

“Anakin, is everything alright? What are you doing here?” you ask him.

“Can I come in?” he asks.

You hesitate for a second, but then remember how he’s always there for you when you need someone to talk to. He made you feel better when you were feeling down whether it was with his witty jokes or his contagious laugh. You knew you owed him.

“Of course,” you say with a faint smile. He steps into your apartment with an awkward stride, which was unusual because he always had a carried himself with confidence.

“Nice place you got here,” he says, now wandering around your apartment. He was deflecting.

“Ani,” you call out.

“Yeah?” he questions.

“I can tell something’s bothering you. Tell me and I’ll listen,” you say.

You can hear his breath hitch at your proposition. That much is clear. Clearly whatever he had to say was slowly eating away at him and it hurt you to see the once confident Padawan now reduced to a turtle hiding in his shell.

“It’s not that easy,” he mutters softly.

“Ani, you know you can talk to me about anything, you know that right?” you reassure.

“But this is different… It’s about you,” he finally admits.

What?… What could that possibly mean?

“About me?” you question.

“It’s complicated,” he says.

Come on Skywalker, just say it already.

“I think I can handle it,” you say with trepidation.

He sighs heavily with glints of sweat forming underneath his robes, nervous but also ready to get this over with.

“I’m in love with you, Y/N.”

You almost look shocked and you can’t help but take a second to process his words. Anakin Skywalker, the chosen one, was in love with you? It sounded crazy just thinking about it. You felt like you were dreaming, but with the desire to never wake up. You felt your heart flutter in your chest but also quiver at the same time. It was so much to take in.

“Y-You’re in love with me?” you stammer like a fool.

“I have ever since I met you,” he admits.

“What about Padme?” you question.

“Padme? Nothing’s going on with me and Padme,” he clarifies.

“I see the way she looks at you, Anakin,” you say with a sad expression planted on your face.

“Is that why you were upset earlier? Because of Padme?” he asks, concerned for your wellbeing.

“It doesn’t matter,” you let out.

“Well it matters to me. I always care about the way you feel,” Anakin says to you.

“Then you should know how I feel right now,” you begin with dread filling your body before taking a rather shallow breath. “Truth is… I’m in love with you too,” you confess.

“You are?” he asks with confusion evident on his pretty face.

“Maker, Ani… Of course I am. I mean, why do you think I was sad about Obi-Wan greeting me instead of you?” you say.

That nickname.

“You’re not the only one,” he admits. “I wanted to see you return more than anything in the galaxy”.

“I did too,” you say softly.

That felt good to get off your chest.

“The only thing I want more than that is you,” Anakin pleads with tears threatening to spill from his gorgeous blue eyes.

It hurt to see him like this… so vulnerable and raw. Because of you.

“Trust me, I do too… It’s just not possible with the council and everything,” you counterclaim.

“I don’t care about the council,” Anakin tells you straight up.

“I can’t let you throw your entire life away for me even if we both want each other. I mean, you would be expelled from the order if they ever found out,” you say in an attempt to bring him back to reality.

It was truly bittersweet. Here you guys were, finally admitting your mutual feelings for one another before it was ruined by the fact that the council would never allow such a thing to occur. For makers sake, couldn’t they let you guys to be happy? The whole attachment rule seemed to be entirely stupid to you guys because it felt like the two of you weren’t allowed to express yourselves through romantic feelings. In short, it fucking sucked.

“They would never find out… I wouldn’t let them,” he claims.

“I don’t know about that, Ani… It’s all too risky,” you say back to him.

“I would risk anything and everything for you,” he says softly.

“Are you sure? I mean, you committed yourself to the Jedi code for life…” you stammer.

All of a sudden, he leans in closer to you as to answer your question before softly kissing you on your lips. You should be pulling away right now… it would be the right thing to do, but your feelings felt more right. Finally overcoming hesitation, you accept the kiss and maker, it was everything you’ve ever wanted in a kiss. You had imagined kissing him multiple times, but the real deal felt better than anything your mind could’ve pictured. It was soft but also full of passion. You felt like you were going to pass away, but if you were going to, at least you were doing something you loved with the boy you loved.

The two of you fall deeper into the much needed kiss which was fueled by all of the built up emotions you guys had held in for what seemed like forever. It was nothing short of bliss. He finally breaks the contact before smiling at you.

“I’ve never been more sure of anything in my life,” he finally says to you with a fat smile on his face.

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