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Just wanted to say thank you for all the support while i’ve been gone. I love all of you so much.

I have lots of stuff in the works, starting with a 4 part Feyd Rautha story for all you Dune fans. As well as Howl’s moving castle stuff, More Game of thrones stuff, House of the Dragon and something for the romantasy girlies.

Im also open for requests, with restrictions of course. Uploads will be once every other week.

Keep an eye out lovelies xoxo

#star wars fanfiction #dune fanfiction #fanfic #smut #house of the dragon #game of thrones smut #howl’s moving castle

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The Beast Blade - Feyd Rautha x Fem! Reader

Hello lovelies, I am back and i have brought to you the product of my many nights spent reading Feyd Rautha smut. I thought i would have a go at it myself. This is part one of a 4 part series. So please enjoy xoxo

Synopsis - There are enemies in every territory. At the request of the emperor, the House Harkonnen and Atreides have been asked to discuss the conditions of a peace treaty, that could subside years of futile conflict. Poised at the centre of this conflict are the young heirs of each house. Na-Baron Rautha and the young Duke Paul Atreides. Under the machinations of their guardians, they must navigate their own claims to leadership and the claims of their newfound allies. Although Rautha is developing a taste for the young Duke’s sister, and he will stop at nothing to claim what he covets. Regardless of the outcome of his desires.

18+ MINORS DNI. Sexual contact warnings

This part is short, sorry xo

Part 1 - A dove and a dog

He was Harkonnen, the perversities of his nature knew no human bounds and yet his composure was impeccable. The lone blade, they called him, hushed in opulent halls and whispered around feasting tables too grand for proper representation. Better translated to ‘Beast Blade’ in the native tongue. His character was primal, unfiltered, raw, and those who were favoured enough to appear in his presence frequently, knew of his interests.

A select few suffered them recurrently.

Na-Baron Feyd Rautha was a petulant man. Yet desirable in the traditions of the House Harkonnen. His body an expanse of heavily built muscle tissue and sheer skin, with a hue of spectre white. The rotated assortment of precious things that followed, nipping at his heels and fawning over his body were ever lingering in his presence. Although not today.

Feyd found himself, today, in an unfamiliar setting, an uncomfortable one at that. Traipsing soft footed around the halls of the Arrakeen castle, now under the jurisdiction of House Atreides. Thieving bastards he thought, and imagined his blade studying the soft pale skin of the eldest atreides child. Weak as a crib bound babe was Paul. His rumination’s shifted to the youngest atreides daughter, a girl of 18 and whether it would be pleasant to ruin her in the short time he would spend here.

The ruining of the princess was far from possibility, considering the minute truth that was she despised his bloodline, along with him. The complexities of this sand wrought cavernous abode was not lost on him, seeing as his former years as a youth had been spent causing deviltry about these halls. His hand slid over the walls; it reminded him of the past.

A servant girl began to cross his path, hurriedly skipping on tapping feet to an unknown destination. It was decided.

The Na-Baron expressed his internal sentiments ‘A dove has entered the dog’s pit’ Her chin rotated in his direction and she replied ‘And does the dove not have wings?’ Her overt defiance to a superior amused him ‘The dove has wings and the dog has teeth’ He gave in to her rebuttal. Her smile stretched small against her pretty face ‘The dove is slight’ Feyd studied the girl with intense curiosity.

‘Dogs eat birds’ The words dripped from his poison lips; he did not indulge in their recreation of the folk tale. His boredom grew within him.

She stepped closer, bringing forth the beauty of a youthful face into a light which did not shadow the most adored features. What a strange specimen, he noted, allowing her momentary pauses from his scrutiny. His eyed lowered to the tunic she wore, draped lazily over her skin and the perfect tits that hung on her chest underneath it. She noticed Rautha’s eyes darting from peak to peak across her chest. His tongue subsequently sliding over his bottom lip. He spoke ‘Do all caladan women have such perky tits? Or is it primarily you?’ Rautha smirked

The girl was not accustomed to such a word and she imagined it held its own brutality for this man. Her mother had always referred to them as breasts. The Na-Baron suppressed the urge to reach out, to skim them with his fingers. The pretty little servants on his home-world would have welcomed his hands to their chest but little did he care for those white mounds of flesh. These things were delicate, flush from exertion and begging to be touched. She, taken aback by his statement, breathed a gasp and stumbled back a pace. Was he truly so bold?

The girl stood in puzzlement of the living statue positioned before her. Slithers of yellow light filtering through the windows, washing over him as though a wave of ocean cascading. It illuminated his form for brief bursts of remark “I asked you a question” he repeated simply “And by what means do you expect me to provide an answer” She clipped her tone, speaking candidly. Feyd stilled himself, the initial spouts of rage fighting their way to heat the skin of his arms. He presented his smile, blackened teeth, gums writhing over them like tar and pressed her further “Are all caladan women blessed with perky tits? Or and i repeat, is it primarily you?”

She would not play pawn in this righteous amusement of power and lust. Her mouth kept in a hard line, to the Na-Baron’s annoyance. He reached his fingers to her in an untamed prediction of violence. The thumb and forefinger of this looming figure came to rest on her neck, pressuring the area. His other hand grasping the flesh of her ass in it claws, he craned his neck, and stretched downwards to whisper against the shell of her ear ‘I will take these tits in my mouth until they ache with pleasure and the distortions of lust cloud your feeble mind. There is no one you can run to that will affirm this ever happened. Do you understand?”

The girl nodded slowly, heaving breaths racking her lungs. Hips bucking in a childish display of discomposure, into where his pelvic bone struck against hers.

Duncan idaho rounded the corner, spotting the pair immediately and his eyed betrayed cause for concern. She sensed his presence to her side although Feyd Rautha did not conclude his oppression of her even under the eyes of the Duke Leto’s most trusted adviser. “My lady” The firm query of Idaho concealed layers only known to the girl and her family. Feyd released her at the realisation of the name Idaho gave to her. Lady, he pondered, interesting. The Na-Baron watched keenly as the little creature before him wandered off, tailed by Idaho.

The Na-Baron revelled in the accusing glance Duncan speared him with upon departure.

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The Lord of Crimson Dawn

Darth Maul x (fem) reader

this is a one shot, so apologies for anyone who wanted a full story. Not yet, but soon.

18+ minors DNI (porn with some plot)

Maul is the mastermind behind crimson dawn and everything everyone else wants to be. But you, you don’t want to be him, you want him. Maybe one night he might give you exactly what you’re looking for, for a price of course.

@devstinyy This was inspired by you asking me to write another maul fic

“There is no throne that is not fit for the both of us, my darling” Maul whispered tenderly against your helix, as you corrected your posture in your position on his lap. He enjoyed stroking a deep crimson finger along your skin. Observing as you tittered quietly while he glided over your most sensitive areas. To say you were exposed, would be an understatement. You were laid almost bare, draped over by a few precisely placed strands of black fabric, sparkling pleasantly with fine rubies. The lord behind you had chosen your garment as a careful display of the sway he held throughout this hall. After all, Lord maul could possess anything which he coveted. Especially so on this planet of exponential riches. His hand secured you firmly in place, eager to explore the expanse of wonderful pleasures all over your body. His hands drifted from your waist, to your ribcage, and further still until red tipped fingers grope around the curves of your chest. You inhale sharply at the foreign coolness of his fingertips rubbing over your nipples, touching them between his forefinger and thumb “Maul” You sigh, heavily, burdened with rising lust “ Lord Maul, please, don’t touch me like that unless you are going to finish what you start” Your begging has him nipping on the flesh of your neck, licking along the grooves of your collarbone “My love, you are too perfect to not play with” His voice, rough and eloquent sends shivers trickling along your spine. His hands splay across your thighs, tugging them apart in response to your wanton breathing. Your eyes find his amidst the heat of tension, as he circles the entrance to you, his fingers coated with your own feminine lubricant. He pushes in, so expertly it takes one second until your full to the brim with the simplest part of him. Your hips buck, to coax him deeper “Ah ah, my sweet. Beg and you shall receive.”

#star wars fanfiction #star wars x reader #smut #star wars smut #darth maul x reader #fanfic #darth maul x you #darth maul smut #star wars #sub reader #dom maul

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A sabacc game isn’t enough - Cassian Andor x (fem)Reader

Well hi, i haven’t posted in a while so this is the first of many compensation posts for my followers. Thank you so much for the support.

This fic is 18+ so Minors DNI

It’s a little bit longer than my usual ones and has a bit more of a story, not much though.

You and Cassian are both part of the rebellion, you being a rebel pilot and him being Cassian. You try to stay away from each other but how well will you do after a night of Sabacc with a twist//

Cassian Andor slams his fist onto the table, so hard it shudders. His frustration towards my lengthy winning streak at Sabacc is evident. It must be maddening to witness how clever and strategic i am at this game. Not that it matters when the highest prize is a minute cluster of credits. But that’s all i need to stroke my ego tonight. Low rise shorts nestle comfortably on my hips and the claustrophobic heat causes my body to form drops of beaded sweat.

There are five men, situated together around a round table. A Sabacc table. Each man -alien or human - portrays a neutral expression. Excluding the idiots and the ignorants that had been sifted through in the first few rounds. Andor casts an askance look my way, blended through with an unrecognisable expression. The final winning round is underway.

“Why don’t we make this, a little, more exciting? What do you say gentlemen?” Cassian suggests, his thick accent highlighting the subtle element of tease to his daring tone “Lady?” He croons. I disregard the pitiful attempts at charm. The crease of his lip threatens to pull upward into a smirk “How about, a game of strip Sabacc? Loser has to dance for everyone else. Naked.”

The es sound at the conclusion of his offer fades as i register the weight of his statement. It brands my chest with shame. Although Instantly i acknowledge the truth behind his motive. I am the only woman here. I had no idea he could be so conniving “You know i’m in Cass.” His eyes are ablaze with surprise. I detect a fire that resembles lust, although my skin is only traced by cooling embers, not raging flames.

The players surrounding us - oblivious to this game we play- are unaware of his plan to coerce me into removing my panties. It begins. I chuckle inwardly, obstructing my treacherous mouth from their view with my fingers. The first few minutes pass and a gruff, large humanoid creature removes his leather jacket, sneering at us all. I play my hand, I win, again.

To cassian’s blatant irritation, i concentrate on him as his pants are removed from his legs. The same legs i long endlessly to seat myself on, grind my clothed pussy against; while his engorged pupils focus on me with that infernal desire. Enough, i regain control of my mind, nonetheless blushing. I conclude putting forth my hand, losing this round spirals my pride into a frenzy of refusal, bitter defence.

Cassian studies me closely with a piercing gaze, as though if i attempted to slip silently past my loss he would call it out. I huff and contemplate my options. On one hand, i could welcome my defeat and strip off with all the grace of a rebel pilot. Or throw a tantrum. I choose dignity. I step out of my shorts, and a whole room roars in delight. Their faces shining with greed and drunken lust. Half of my ass uncovered, left unprotected.

Round after round is put into motion one after another. Until the clock ticks past 1am. The final round of the final game is under way. I am without my top, although not naked. I know my nakedness is what Cassian is waiting for, along with the others. My pupils dilate and my cheeks flush, hot to the touch after someone announces that i have lost. My grasp on my composure is tenuous by this point.

A laugh sounds from the opposite side of the room “so” Cassian’s attention is solely on me, he is aware of the penance i must now pay “i think you owe a dance. Loser” The sheer condescension in his tone alone is enough to have my fingers curling into my palm in rage “fine” i say, dismissive as ever “whatever you wish, Cassian”

I lower myself to all fours on the metal Sabacc table, excitement and revenge coruscating on the surface of my skin.

There is something palpable between us, stretching the tension to a taut point, and if it were pierced, the product of its destruction would mean oblivion. I kneel, gliding my panties over my thighs and down my calves, to pause on my ankles. A low groan from him. I smirk and arch my back off the cool metal. My pussy open to him. To Cassian, even though others are here.

His rough fingers grip my ankles firmly, yanking my body forward. That taut string lying broken in pieces as Cassian lowers his lips to me. The room murmurs, but Cassian digs his nails further into the hot flesh of my thighs. I am his property. Now in his possession. “Get out, all of you. Now” He commands. Everyone scurries from the room as i reach my boiling point.

He licks over the skin of my inner thighs, goosebumps forming in his wake “You taste wonderful my darling.” A breathy moan hitches at the base of my throat “Please Cass” I plead. He swirls the peak of his tongue over my spasming bundle of pleasure. I cry out and he is eager to bring me to completion. Both of us drunk on the pursuit of pleasure. Cassian brings his mouth closer to my soaking clit.

I rake my fingers through tufts of his hair, begging to feel his skin pressing into mine, his mouth sucking in my most inappropriate places. Another kiss, and i am biting the corner of my bottom lip in an act of suppression. Another kiss and he’s pleading to be inside me, praising me to quell his desire. A few more seconds, i am teetering over the precipice.

My orgasm rising to the forefront, my legs writhing atop his back. He circles me gently to a peak, and the waves of pleasure feel so euphoric i can’t help but shout his name. His face rests between my legs until the high subsides and we are savouring the taste of each other’s lips so thoroughly they become plump with exhaustion.

I kiss along his jawline gently, then muffled against him i say “Thank you. Cass” I stroke his back, then splaying my hands on his broad chest. He cups my cheeks in his palms, pressing his lips to my forehead “My darling, i would do anything for your pleasure.” I giggle, unusually relaxed in his presence “oh don’t i know it.”

He covers my topless torso with his leather jacket, hauling me into his arms and whispers against my ear, biting the helix “You are sleeping in my bed tonight whether you want to or not, so i can fulfil my promise. All night.” I simply nod, inhaling the musk surrounding him whilst ignoring his last flirtatious quip.

#star wars fanfiction #cassian andor x reader #smut #fanfic #cassian andor smut #rogue one #star wars x reader #star wars smut

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Ren’s Knights

Kylo x female reader. ✨

18+ kylo ren fic, including the knights of ren and a lot of smut. The use of pet names. Kylo being a dick, but a really hot one.

Minors DNI

Everyone else enjoy and don’t forget to interact with everything else on my page.

The knights hadn’t dared lay their eyes on your form, not once, as breathtakingly beautiful as it was. You were his property, his wanton pet that doted happily on his every whim, and he dismissed the fact of your obsession, addressed it as merely a useful factor in his selfish possession of you. He consumed your every thought, not a moment passed by when his body didn’t distract you.

They overheard you screaming out, your lewd noises, escaped from your throat as he closed his large hands around it, to restrict you firmly in place in the shower. No crevice of their shared living space was exempt from the echoes of your pleasured sounds. The resounding of the harshness of his thrusts and the brutality of the pace he set into you. If not for the patter of the running water against acrylic, there would have been no respite from you.

This exact situation repeated itself for days to no end, and they harboured the smallest inkling of hatred for the man they all loved as a best friend, for not being careful to mind his personal toy correctly. Ap’lek shuddered grossly as the next wave of high pitched whines reverberated throughout their quarters “How many times a day do you think he fucks her?’ He queried suddenly to the room.

They all laughed, hiding their outbursts of emotion behind the palms of their hands and the necks of their training hoodies “I honestly stopped counting a few days ago.” Cardo admitted, half serious. There was no time to joke in a situation as, interesting as this. No peace settled in the moments of unpleasant silence between the men, and noise perpetuated throughout the walls of their substantial living quarters.

The noise of you, no strangled squeal escaped from your larynx as he squeezed the pad of his thumb and forefinger against the glossy skin of your delicate throat. His palm encompassed the whole of your breast, groped the flesh roughly, rolled the pink bud of your nipple in his nimble fingers, surprisingly so for a man of his stature.

Ren waged war on his primal urges to contain the low rumble of lust that threatened to pour from his blushed red lips.

“good” he purred, coaxing the pleasure from you “my very own whore, for the taking” The point of his freckled nose pressed against your helix; stuttered inhalation sounds vibrating throughout your ear. Drawing in the perfume of your sweat fused with the droplets of scorching water. A wet slap, and your knees began to buckle under the force of your own pleasure. He had driven you insane long ago, and could alight you with a snap of his finger, it terrified you to honestly understand how your fate was sealed.

Bound to his existence. his body and the extreme broadness of his shoulders, in comparison to the subtle slenderness of his hips and abdomen. To say he was sculpted, was a major understatement, he was carved by a deity, or at least that was how you looked upon him. And equally not how he looked upon you. His shaft fit completely into you, pulsated and slid restlessly against your walls, that dripped with feminine slick, and he slammed brutally into you recurrently.

#star wars fanfiction #star wars x reader #kylo fanfic #kylo x reader #fanfic #smut #star wars smut #kylo smut #knights of ren

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Master atreides, here is your bride!

Paul atreides x female oc

You, a young virgin to be betrothed to Paul of house Atreides, spend your days wandering the palace being neglected by your husband to be and his royal duties. His lack of attention gives you cause to be upset, and your upset gives him cause to make it up to you, in many ways. ✨

This is a smutty story, not too long but just enjoy xo

As per usual minors DNI 18+

Warnings - Soft dom paul. Paul giving you lots of praise. Paul acting like a lovesick puppy. penetration. Fluids✨ mixing together. A little bit of mild forceful violence. Pet names. The reader acting like a lustful whore.

Nothing new occurred where she was. it was vast, the desert sand, course to those who could not interpret its song. The cool floors that were the base of the great Atreides palace were a foe of the sun and a friend of the young Paul’s promised bride. In this heat her tendencies were to wander the halls for hours; searching for a release from boredom. His mother had endeavoured to win the girls favour as per usual, it was running into dead ends at every turn. There was no prying open a heart of frozen stone, at least not for the time being. The table, beautifully set, the lighting, lowered to a dull gold, the company, silent.

Paul had clearly done something to upset his betrothed, seeing as she was glaring daggers into his body, so tense the wounds almost felt feasible to see. ‘my star’ he mouthed, his eyes downturning in a pained frown ‘i did not mean to upset you so’ Her face turned away, nonsense it all was, this life she wished no part of. ‘my star’ he spoke aloud, his voice ached with the desperation of a man who felt love so strongly it crushed him. ‘my darling, if i have to beg for you in the view of my entire family i would, i will, just say the word’

The heat of embarrassment glowed now on her cheeks and she scoffed, peering blankly towards the ceiling in an effort to distract from the pathetic display. ‘Paul, i really do not wish to entertain this’ This was a command, not an ask. Nonetheless, it was taken as a challenge. Arrogance is a mans best friend, or so he loves to think. ‘entertain what’ he abruptly stood from the table, lowering himself onto all fours.

‘Paul-wha-what are you doing?’ she queried in dismay. He did not dignify her question with an answer, his eyes averted to the ground, and he crawled slowly towards her chair. Prey to be devoured. “Paul your mother is here” she ground out, gesturing with her fingers to Lady Jessica, who was looking indefinitely shocked seated at the head of the table.

“Mother” he said simply “leave us. Please” And that was all it took, four simple words formed from his perfectly soft lips. His mother took her leave and shut the door with a gentle thud upon exiting.

He stood, gracefully, his knees bending as he rose from his lowly position and strode the rest of the way across the room to her. “Would you prefer to stand on your own? Or shall i make you?” He quirked an eyebrow in questioning, as if he expected an immediate response to his demand. She shrugged, and smirked slightly. then he snapped, hauling her from her seat, restraining her arms at the small of her back.

He Shoved her forward into the table. Her pelvic bone slammed roughly against the giant sandstone slab, perched upon thick legs of the same material. She winced, Paul knew it wouldn’t hurt her, he was inadmissibly careful with his beloved to cause her unsolicited pain. He caressed her cheek, stroking up and down as he bent her over, and whispering lewd things quietly into her ear.

“We will not miscommunicate again, do you understand me my star?” He began lifting her layers of skirt, rolling the fabric up her legs to reveal the prize he so coveted. “You must speak to me, i only wish to please you.” A tender open mouthed kiss was planted in between her shoulder blades -causing the skin to form goosebumps in his lustful wake - after her corset had been ripped away. She heard a belt unbuckling, and the weakening of her knees was imminent.

The wetness forming, seeped from her and she knew that the core between her thighs was growing hotter by the second. Perhaps the room was just very warm, she hoped that was the case. A low grunt could be heard behind her, as well a weak thrust into her ass to gain any friction. He was so needy. “i’m going to please you now my star, but this must not be spoken of, we are not yet married.”

He grasped her hips firmly, harshly forcing her further into the table, and rubbed his hardened self against her damp folds. A symphony of moans escaped them both, and spurred them on equally. ‘oh, my star, you’re so-oh-so beautifully wet.” His praises brought a sweet shade of pink across her cheeks. He thrust a little further, entering her by mere inches.

How good it felt to be stretched by him, her jaw hung slack, her eyelids fluttered momentarily. Her pupils engorged to the point of hysteria. “Paul, this is, so good” she whimpered, her hands still glued to the small of her back, clawing to be released from his clasp. Perhaps so that she could react more eagerly to his sloppy thrusting. In and out, delicately, of her hole that was soaked with juices of her own creation and slickness of his secretion.

Paul’s hips stuttered up and his crotch buried into the flesh around her core, and raising himself on to the soles of his feet, adjusting his height, to angle himself deeper into her, grasping feverishly for the release of pent up pleasure. He released her hands momentarily to slam his palms down on the wooden surface and ravage her pussy underneath him with the force of anything but kindness.

She whined, meekly and to which he returned by groaning above her “My star, i want to see my cum dribble out your warm pussy, you’re being so good. Don’t stop.” His adoration abetted her to inch her behind further into him, and her body jerked sporadically with every recurring thrust of his pelvis. Paul faltered above her for seconds, his fingers gripped her hips aggressively, creating an anchor for his weakening body, allowing him to spill his seed into her.

His neck fell lax, going limp as he gave way to the pulsation of his orgasm inside her. She felt him throb intensely, white liquid squeezing out of him and painting her innermost walls white and sticky. It was the sweetest feeling, to be his and to feel him. His panting fused with a quiet whimpering whisper that he clearly did not desire for her to hear. His subconscious thrusting ceased as his orgasm faded away through waves becoming increasingly weak by the second.

Paul collapsed above her, pleasured, hot, still whispering “It’s your turn to come my star, since you did so well”

#paul atreides #dune fanfiction #paul atreides x reader #smut #paul atreides imagine #dune movie

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To love is to feel pain.

Maul x fem/reader! established relationship.

oneshot! angst, sadness warnings

Maul reacts to your death before him on the battlefield.

This is a sad one, but i haven’t posted in a while and was in a little bit of a sad mood. There will be more smutty posts after this one but enjoy anyways xo

There was nothing before you, he assured himself before listening to the sound of your voice speaking in a beautiful soft tone that was never heard by anyone else. Maul had never met someone so mesmerisingly beautiful in a way that had him enraptured with every word you spoke. That was why he had made you his wife, and loved you a million times over to repent for the mere seconds you spent apart.

‘My love’ he held you, tight.

Your eyes had become frozen with a graceful fear that taught him to never look away.

‘My love, please, come back’ The staggering reservation of his tone softened into an entirely different feeling as he pressed his fingers over the singed hole in your chest.

Your legs twitched as he cradled you, whole body quivering in the wake of shock.

‘please’ he cried, yelling in unbridled rage as the jedi across the battlefield stumbled away.

There was nothing, but him and you in those last moments, you wasted no breath other than for him to kiss you one last time.

‘Don’t go, you are the only thing in this godforsaken galaxy i have ever had the slightest interest in caring about’ He told you this as if it would breath life back into your corpse.

‘I love you’ He lamented before you. To need was one thing, but this, this was as familiar to him as to take a breath.

His fists clenched before him as your body slid gently into the grass. And he stood. With nothing but range blinding his eyes.

#star wars fanfiction #star wars x reader #darth maul x reader #fanfic #star wars angst #darth maul x you

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The General’s self control

Basically a one shot where y/n and anakin have been in an established relationship and haven’t seen each other for a while ✨ They both want to take things slow but his lust for her is getting the better of him.

i apologise for being inactive recently.

warnings smut from the get go and very obvious teasing and self denial.

MINORS DNI 18+

“shhh” a whispered command against the skin of my ear, the smallest lick of the tip of his tongue against the shell and i was coming undone in his hands. That’s to say, a finger and a thumb clasped harshly against either side of my pert nipples, rubbing the nubs gently between his leather gloved fingers, groaning lowly each time i twitched under his touch. Anakin had displayed no signs of his affection for me in weeks, i felt stranded, lost to him in a colossal sea of unvisited thought. Now i noticed his fingers sliding down my abdomen, leaving lingering goosebumps on my flesh. What did he expect me to say? He expected exactly what i did say ‘please fuck me” i begged, he raised his blue eyes to glare at me. The single most intense stare of my existence, followed by a curt expression on his gorgeous face, his teeth gritted under his lips, jaw locked in restraint. He dragged my palm down to his crotch and my eyes lit up with understanding, he appeared to be so extremely, painfully hard. Wanting so desperately for me to just touch him, slide my nimble fingers around his cock and pump them until he can’t take it anymore. Just a few seconds even of delicious friction that might allow him some little attainment of release. His fingers, once again delicately dancing down towards my clit - trailing over the skin that reacts so well to his remembered touch - which was soaking, throbbing, for him. i would give anything for him to just push back on my shoulder blades and lay me down, and devour me with that wet tongue. I exhaled out, staggering my breath to excuse the moans that wantonly escaped my lips. His eyes begging with me, don’t do this now or my self control will loosen its grip on me. I huffed a small laugh, and allowed the switch to be flipped ‘i need you to fuck me Anakin, right now.” and so that’s what he will do.

#star wars smut #star wars fanfiction #star wars x reader #anakin skywalker #anakin skywalker smut #anakin skywalker x reader #anakin smut #sub reader #fanfic

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Hey people, just to let you know i have a fanfic on wattpad called obey any orders, Please go check it out. If you love my Star wars one shots, then you will love this.

Comment your opinions on my wattpad as i would LOVE to hear some feedback! xo

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Hello everyone i have something for you guys, for my Game of Thrones fans ✨

A lion thinks with his loins, not his head!

An (Uncle) Jaime Lannister x (fem/Niece) Lannister Reader

I wanted to write this as a thank you to everyone who has supported me recently and my last post, please keep supporting.

This is 18+ as per usual, and it’s not heavy on plot but it’s not extremely light on plot, who am i kidding it’s pure smut, enjoy! xo

warning, public sexual activity

Minors DNI, otherwise enjoy.

Court became increasingly dull, and minutes refused to tick by as if a broken clock had been strung upon the throne room walls. Pale red stone walls built strong, to protect its regal inhabitants.

I found i never adopted the proper acquiescence it takes to become a lady of the court. I fiddled, to no end, so much so that my mother corrected me endlessly. Although Cersei Lannister wasn’t typically everyone’s mother, in fact being birthed into the Lannister bloodline seemed rarer these days than it had been.

“Princess, have you drifted away?” a soft, rugged voice queried to me on my balcony.

“No uncle.” My simper was delighted at the intrusion of Jaime, his hair sand blonde and shone like gold under the blaring sun. He truly was the human embodiment of a lion, brave as he was strong.

The heat of childish embarrassment creeped up my thighs. I was handed a single lantana flower, peppered with smaller clusters of petals layered upon each other. “Red and gold” he stated “to match the colours of your pretty dress my dear”

His hand lingered atop mine, it was as if letting go would be a tragedy of unforgivable nature. He stroked a thumb over my delicate skin, dared himself to kiss it, up my arms, to my décolletage.

That manor of behaviour was unbecoming of a maiden.

“You’re hand, is so soft my princess” he spoke aloud, it roused a giggle from me.

“Do you go about stroking the hands of many princesses?” i raised an eyebrow in curiosity, searching his features for an answer.

He mouthed, in exaggeration. Only You, my love.

I could not, it was forbidden to crack myself open in sexual submission for the man i had come to adore, love even. I was taught, that to lose your maidenhood before marriage was a vile and disgusting example of anti-religious misconduct on behalf of both persons.

He gazed into my eyes, those gorgeous emerald eyes, he acted as a man starved. Who was i to deny him? I was a lady, a respectable lady. His hand rested now on my waist and slipped higher and higher in the seconds that went by “Jaime” He hushed me and brought a single finger to my agape mouth.

He placed a single, sweet, stolen kiss on my desperate lips. The kisses we stole in privacy were the most precious kisses i had ever experienced. The ones i held close when i had no company. My solitude was the time when i acted on those encounters, fingers that played between my thighs.

Now, his fingers played between my thighs, above the cover of my dress. It’s thin, silken fabric easily removed, open access. A peach torn open, the juice licked from between its flesh. “shhh, my love, let us have this moment” His voice rendered as but a whisper to my ear. I could feel his low grunt against my neck, as it raised my hairs to stand upright.

His fist entwined with my hair and he tugged harshly, my neck strained to meet his eye from behind, lustful, pupils flaring in passionate flame. He gripped my pelvic bone from the front, forefinger and thumb bruised either side of me. I whimpered and he pressed stiffly into my ass, hardened at the feeling of softness and moist warmth.

He rocked me forward into the wall of the balcony, i winced at each forced impact. The pleasure arose in me from our prohibited intimacy. I wanted him to fuck me. I would beg him to take me. Ravish me, anywhere. I burned for him. And he for me. Kisses, sloppy open mouthed kisses upwards towards my jaw. His fingers splayed across my jaw, tightened around it, his grip vice like.

“You are so fucking beautiful” His palm groped the peak of my breasts, massaging my nipples in rigorous movement. The bodice of my gown prised from my torso, the most compromising of positions for a lady of my rank in nobility. Jaime’s moans became lewd, dirty in their nature, poking himself further into the back of me.

I had to turn, to look him in the face, to place my hand gently upon his unblemished cheek and ask him to stop “Jaime, my love” he interrupted my speech with a peck of his lips “Please, i beg we may continue somewhere more private?” He hands rubbing feverishly up my waist, over my breasts repeatedly. i steadied his arms and kissed him deeply, i took his hand in mine.

A look of wonder shone in his eyes as i lead him deeper into my sleeping chambers “Let us continue, unburdened by outside scrutiny”

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What’s Bad is so Good!

summary: The Lords of the Sith catch you masturbating✨

Smut 18+ minors DNI please.

These are all one shots, no plot just pure smut. you’re welcome bitches xo

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Degradation warning ❗️ and the men being cocky as per usual 👏

GIF NOT MINE!

Maul

One knees was raised, and the other lay flatly on the mattress, beaded with lustful sweat. Her fingers caressed herself, down her skin and trailed gently over the curve of her hips and dip of her pelvis. She slid those two fingers, wet tipped by saliva down to her clit, circling gently, hungrily, as though a wanton woman were touching her body for her. This was not her, this was his doing, yet he watched her. Dark amber eyes, ringed with crimson that bore into her body, her skin. He longed to touch her, though he never expressed it, it made him hard. Pathetically hard “What is this my apprentice” he interrogated, clawed hands sliding over the walls of her room. The girl never froze, faltered or showed any sign of meekness, she pumped two soaked fingers in and out of herself whilst staring him dead in the eye. “Can’t speak” he tittered, smirking at the edges of his lips, reaching a finger down to stroke her smooth legs “Let me taste you, and i will render you more speechless than you appear to be presently my apprentice” The moan caught in her throat, what did he think he was offering.

Kylo

He had caught her, funny thing isn’t it, the inability to keep her fingers out of her lovely cotton panties. She was stretched, lying languidly on the table where he met with the commanders of the First order navy and militia. Whore. Her fingers weren’t visible to him but it was simple to hear that they were stolen away inside her, the wet squelching of them the least irritating thing about the whole situation. Ren had to deal with this, and quickly “You are a lady of the sith, not a whore” his modulated voice consumed the space in a minute, she giggled, intoxicated on vibrant lust and burning with internal desire. He stepped closer, fingers grazing her foot at the edge of the obsidian table and one swift movement dragged her down to meet his steel visor “if you wish to be a whore, then i would take great pleasure in filling your mouth and cleansing that dirty tongue” He pressed his hands to her hips and swivelled her round so that her face could hand off the edge and began rubbing his clothed self roughly against her mouth.

Darth Talon x masc!reader

The reinforced leather collided with his cheek, all left behind was a reddened slap mark across the left side of his face “Pathetic boy, toying with your parts while i am training to fight to protect you” she spat, leaving lines of milky white spittle near your eye. Her accent was silk to his ears, she had never been a native of ryloth but her accent carried through. She lifted her leg so that her thigh was level with his eyes and her other leg left standing on the black stone floor, she wore nothing but tight leather panties that draped leather from either side down to her ankles, she was mostly exposed “is this what you want?” she taunted, pulling her panties to the side in a slow seductive movement to reveal her pussy. He nearly salivated, in a whispering plea he begged her to let him taste it, fuck it, deeply and slowly. She turned away “learn to control yourself before you fuck the most wanted woman in the galaxy my apprentice” she stripped the leather drapery from her panties and her rounded red cheeks showed, black with tribal tattoos. She strode from the room and left him hungry, left his cock exposed and dripping with pre cum but she stayed, leaning against the door, teasing her nipples and pressing her breasts together as a small show. Her smirk faded as her footsteps receded down the hallway.

Vader

The girl was in complete silence, she hadn’t uttered a word since she decided to smuggle her way into Lord Vader’s personal TIE advanced fighter, after all being the head engineer on the specialised project aided in missions of this specific danger level. Oh gods, what had she gotten herself into, but there it was, his glove, his strong leather glove that smelt of amber and a clean smokey musk. She grasped it in her fingers, inhaled a strong breath and felt pleasure wrack her senses. Her spit soaked fingers trailed down her black wool tunic and into her pants, rubbing feverishly with pleasured panic, smelling every breath of him. She lay back and allowed herself to begin to look upon stars. “What are you doing in my ship?” a voice whispered in her ear, the tone so deliciously low, she uttered an unintelligible sentence, more or less a moan. He scooped up the stranger and pressed her ass to his lap, tipping her head back against his shoulder “let me take that from you, and let me see what is underneath this plain uniform” Lord Vader tore the trousers from her legs with ease, smiling under his mask, he had never been so satisfied with a finding. He pushed her knees back against his shoulders and one leather clad finger into her at a steady pace. Her pleasure became increasingly apparent as he fucked her with one finger “you are lucky i was merciful on you, sweet thing” She had not yet realised this reality was not a dream nor a vision.

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