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anakinsangel-a · 2 years

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𝐀𝐧𝐚𝐤𝐢𝐧 𝐒𝐤𝐲𝐰𝐚𝐥𝐤𝐞𝐫 ➸ 𝐍𝐒𝐅𝐖 𝐚𝐥𝐩𝐡𝐚𝐛𝐞𝐭

Paring: daddy!Anakin Skywalker x littlespace!reader

Plot: nsfw alphabet with Anakin as your daddy.

Warnings: ddlg, ddlg dynamic, daddy and sub relationship, Sexual topics, smutt, nsfw alphabet, spelling mistakes

A - Aftercare (What he's like after sex)

Anakin is really comforting after sex, he'll get a rag and make sure that you're all clean before he even focuses on himself. He makes sure you use the bathroom and are all ready, then he'll make sure that you're in one of his large t-shirts that practically falls off you and bring you to bed. He'll praise you constantly, brushing your hair behind your ear and say 'you did so well, angel' or 'im so proud of you, princess' and lie down in bed with you. He'll give you all the cuddles in the world while you fall asleep and make sure to whisper sweet nothings into your ear as you lie on his chest.

B - Body part (his favorite body part of yours)

Thighs. He adores your thighs especially when you clench them together unknown to yourself when you feel hot wet pooling in your underwear, he loves to touch them all the time, running his hand down them, or up them, squeezing them, holding them. It doesn't matter what he does with them but he is obsessed with them, he'll constantly make you sit on his lap and he'll hold them or poke them.

C - cum (where he likes to cum)

Anakin usually likes to cum in you because he lowkey has a breeding kink, he loves filling you up while you whimper and squirm but if he wasn't going to put it in you he'd try and make you swallow it. He loves to see your face as you swallow, watching as you gulp it down and look back up at him with pouty lips, he'll then run his thumb across your bottom lip, biting his own. If there was a reason when you couldn't swallow it, he'd put it on your stomach but he would be sure to clean it before you go to bed afterwards.

D - Dirty secret (something that he wouldn't even admit to you but secretly loves)

He ADORES when you whimper, he likes making you feel small even when you aren't. He makes you squirm under his touch and loves hearing the small noises come from your mouth, it drives him absolutely crazy when you whimper especially when you whimper out his name or of course his favorite 'daddy', he'd praise and shush you but deep down he can't control himself.

E - Experience (How experienced is he)

Let's be real it's Anakin Skywalker, he's got around. He's always had the looks and the ladies so naturally he knows what to do but you don't mind, if anything it makes him almost better. He never talks about past intimate moments and wouldn't dream of bringing them up, he doesn't boast or show off as it isn't a major thing to him, he respects women all in all and he doesn't see them as objects or trophies, he hates when people boast about how many women they have shagged and would never do the same to you.

F - Favourite position (what position he likes best)

Any. He loves whatever it is you do but he does love missionary when being soft and gentle. He is either making love to you, which would be missionary, looking into your eyes and trying to make it as thoughtful as could be. Or he is straight up fucking you, then he could have your ass in the air and your head in the blankets, or he could have you bent over somewhere, or on his lap, or forcing you on top even after you squeak about how you don't know how to, he'll simply roll your hips and guide you. He doesn't mind which position he just likes having sex, alot.

G - Goofy (does he make jokes? Is he serious, ect.)

He's usually pretty serious because he wants you to feel loved and appreciated, he doesn't want to make you feel like a joke but then again he wouldn't mind blurting one here and there if in a certain situation that he feels it is necessary. He sometimes degrades you but not often because he knows you would much rather be praised and loved.

H - Hair pulling (is he into getting his hair pulled? Does he like it when you pull on his hair?)

He loves when you tug on his hair, you don't do it often usually only when you guys make out but that's what gets him started, he just loves when you tug on the ends with your dainty fingers, wrapping your hands around his head all together as you hold onto him because it makes him feel like he's needed in a way, when you clutch onto him.

I - intimate (how intimate is he?)

He's always intimate, he could quite literally be fucking you into the mattress with your ass in the air but he'll always do it with good intentions, In a way he'll always want your guys' sex to be safe and precious, it's a really important thing for him.

J - Jack off (how often does he masterbate?)

Not often, you're always around because you two are practically stuck to each others hips so if he badly needs to jerk off that bad you're always there to help him which is often because he usually can't control himself around you, it's too hard and usually he ends up with a tent in his pants in which he asks you to help, sometimes he'll teasingly blame you, stating that it was your fault in the first place and he loves how flustered you get by it.

K - Kinks (what are his kinks? What is he into?)

He loves the name daddy or course but other than that he kind of likes everything? You are literally everything to him so he is down for whatever as long as he is dominating you and you are comfortable, of course. He often uses the force to choke you or tie you down and let me tell you that man is creative. He likes it when you’re the main event of the night, like it is mostly focused on you finishing and your pleasure but then again he wouldn’t hesitate to put you in your place which might just be on your knees.

L - Location (Where is his favourite place to do it?)

Bed or a couch mainly because he wants you to be comfortable, when having sex with you it is most of the time emotionally driven too so he wants to make sure you have everything ready and are soaked in complete confort before he takes it any further because you are the light of his life and he would do anything to make sure you are safe no matter what even if that is from himself. But then again he would totally be down for steamy sex in the shower or hidden sex under the table.

M - Motivation (What gets him going)

Everything about you, of course but mainly your innocence even if it is fawned. He loves the wya you look up at him all confused and flustered, when you get embarrassed about what is happening and shy away or when you’re puzzled at first as to what you are feeling down in your panties, this makes him feel like youre small and like he needs to help you which is exactly what he does all the time.

N - No (Something he wouldn’t do)

Hurt you. Never in his life would he ever so much as dream of hurting you, sure, there may be some days where he would degrade you or make you cry in a sexual way but if anything you’re not comfortable with, if he even gets a wiff that you don’t like it, he’s stopped. He makes sure you have a safe word and if you use it he will feel so guilty but be almost happy, proud that you were able to use it, then he would shower you in kisses and hugs, cuddling you and telling you that he was so proud of you for saying it though deep down he would be riddled with guilt.

O - Oral (give? Get?)

He likes to give you oral, sometimes he'll finger you in public but he LOVES going down on you. He's always hungry for your juices and has made you squirt on multiple occasions, all of which have been his favorite occasions of a life time. He constantly makes you cum and overstimulates you to the max, all while keeping his eyes strained on your face, as embarrassed as you may be. But that doesn't necessarily mean he doesn't like you to give him head, he adores it more than anything. You would sit on the ground, tongue out and flat, ready for him and it would drive him insane.

P - Pace (how fast, how slow)

Usually, he is sensual, he wants to cover every inch of you and he certainly takes his time, he appreciates your entire body and makes sure to stay intimate throughout the entire process but on the occasion of having a bad day, he will not hesitate to come home and shove your head into a mattress while fucking you out until you're so overstimulated you think you might actually faint.

Q - Quickie (Is he down for a quick fuck, what is his opinions)

He'll take you any time any place if you really want it, he also likes to do things in public because he likes the adrenaline's of it all, the constant fear of getting caught. This man will not think twice before fingering you underneath a table or groping your ass when you walk past causing you to get very flustered very quickly, you would often blush and look around to make sure no one had seen the interaction then scold him for doing it in public but he never listened, a smug smirk on his face every time.

R - Risk (Is he one to take risks)

Yes, yes, yes, any time any where he's willing to do it. He will even make jokes about your sexual life to obi wan a whole lot, he's not embarrassed nor ashamed and is willing to take you on a table in front of everyone, as long as they know you're his of course.

S - Stanima (How long can he last)

I'm not kidding this man lasts hours, he will do all the work no problem, literally balls deep in you and will still last more rounds than you can count while you however cannot. You get overstimulated very easily and he can tell, that only turns him on even more than before and will motivate him to fuck your ass deeper into the mattress, it is usually around the second or third round where he stops being sensual and turns rough and rugged.

T - Toys (does he use toys? On who?)

Why have toys when he has a metal arm? Literally uses it to vibrate inside you, doesn't give a fuck if anyone found it weird because it brings you pleasure. You often get embarrassed in public, seeing his metal hand and remembering everything that had happened the previous night.

U - unfair (does he tease)

Short answer is yes, all the time. He'd run his fingers down your thigh and slide them across your panties and when you get hot and bothered he'd merely whisper into your ear. "getting so worked up all ready, sweetheart." And with a kiss to your forehead "I haven't even really touched you yet."

V - volume (how loud is he?)

Not that loud but some grunts here and there, occasionally he would moan causing you to go absolutely crazy because it is the hottest thing you have ever heard, not that you would ever tell him that however because you know his horn is too big to be tooted once more.

W - Wildcard (Random headcannon)

He will call you 101 pet names through sex, you will start with princess then you get called sweetheart which leads to angel and bunny and penguin and every freaking animal to walk the earth, he doesn't give two flying fucks (or one) he will literally call you every name under the sun because you're his dove and deserved to be known as so. He will also call you love, darling, sunshine, (occasionally) honey, cutie, baby, babygirl, bub and above all, his all time favorite my sweet girl.

X - X-ray (how long is his shlong)

This man is HUGE, I'd say about 8-9 but I'm not even joking this man will tear you in half which matches you're small body. He's the type of daddy to say "Angel, it doesn't fit" to which you would respond with "Yes it does." Even though you both know it doesn't.

Y - yearning ( how high is his sex drive )

Manz is always horny let me tell you 👏👏👏

Z - Zzzz (How long does it take for him to fall asleep afterwards)

Sex doesn't really tire him out so when you're cuddled up in bed all clean, he'll simply sit with you, stroking your hair and watching your face relax in comfort, sometimes he will end up falling asleep while others he'll wait until you're awake again to try do something else like going for a walk or making some tea, depends on the mood.

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taeyongdoyoung · 6 months

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summary: things between you and your mom escalate and you make the impulsive decision to move in with your online friend who saves your life and shines like the brightest star... pairing: seonghwa x reader genre: angst, fluff, smut; online friends to roommates+lovers warnings: swearing, mommy issues, suicidal thoughts, insecurities, crying, pet names, eating out, blowjob, protected sex, praise kink, mommy kink, one (1) bad star wars joke, the nbhd references, subspace (kinda?), lowkey possessive hwa, one bed trope (but there is a couch, they just ignore it) author's note: this is incredibly personal and i felt so vulnerable while writing it but i better post it real quick before i chicken out 🙃 the title is inspired by the neighbourhood's daddy issues (remix) even though reader has mommy issues lol word count: 4.3k

You are cooped up in your room, physically shaking. You have no tears left to cry so you are laughing hysterically at the absurdity of it all. You were so tired of it. You love your mom, you really do. You would never do anything to harm her. But you are absolutely sick of the way she was treating you. Always belittling your interests, not letting you go out past a certain hour even though you were old enough to do so, yelling at you for the smallest mistakes, suffocating you with her unrealistic expectations, saying you were stupid and would never amount to anything if it hadn't been for her strict parenting style, even though you had practically sacrificed your mental health and social life to get high grades. And whenever you brought up all the ways in which she'd hurt you, she would try to gaslight you and pull shit like: "I never said that." "You're being overdramatic." "You're so ungrateful." All your friends said you deserved better. They tried their best to support you emotionally. But words could only do so much. You need out. If you stayed another moment in this toxic environment, you felt like you would do something terrible to yourself. Something there was no coming back from.

The only person you feel like talking to right now was your online friend Seonghwa. You'd met him on a Star Wars forum eight months ago and you'd been talking to each other pretty much every free minute. He was your light in the darkness and brought you so much happiness you couldn't remember what your life before him had been like. He always knew just what to say and comforted you like nobody else could. And when you didn't feel like talking, he distracted you successfully by organizing streaming sessions for the two of you. He is, for lack of a better word, perfect. There is only one downside. He lives thousands of kilometres away from you.

You: Talk to me. About anything. Please? Starshine98: What happened??? You: I don't wanna talk about it. I don't even wanna think about it. Starshine98: Got it. Your mom, right? You: Is my tragic existence so transparent? Starshine98: Whatever she said, you know it's not your fault. You: I know. But Hwa…it hurts so much I feel like dying. I can't do this anymore. Starshine98: Don't say that. You are so important to me. And to your friends. And to your mom, as well, even if she has a messed up way of showing it. You: Still….I need to get out of here as soon as possible but I can't do that without getting a stable job first. And it's so hard to find one. Starshine98: What if you came to live with me? My apartment has enough space for two… You: You live across the world? I can't even afford a plane ticket. Starshine98: Don't worry about money, I'll send you an E-ticket. You: I can't ask you to do that… Starshine98: You're not asking, I'm offering. You're going through something traumatic and you obviously need a change of scenery. I'm not asking you to stay with me forever, just for as long as you need to take care of your mental health. Just say the word and I'll buy the ticket. You: This is far too generous of you. Starshine98: I'm not as selfless as you think. I'm so worried about your well-being that keeping an eye on you myself would help me sleep better at night. You: Sweet. Starshine98: So? What do you say? You: Fuck it. Let's do this.

A couple of minutes later you receive a digital plane ticket from Seonghwa. The feeling of staring at it is so surreal you feel like you might pass out. You quickly pack only the bare essentials into a bag and scribble a letter to your parents. You know your mom will be furious and your dad will be worried sick but still, you want to leave the apartment while she's still asleep to avoid the confrontation. This is the best decision you could have possibly made in this situation. And for the first time in forever, you are finally doing something impulsive, something crazy without asking for permission. And damn, does it make you feel alive.

As you get off the plane, your eyes scan the airport for Seonghwa. You debate turning on your phone but then you would be faced with missed calls from your parents and right now, you are not ready to face the reality of what you've done. Luckily enough, you quickly spot a large sign with your name on it. It's him! You rush through the crowd and directly into his arms. He drops the sign in disbelief and gives you the tightest hug possible. This is insane. You can't believe you're actually here.

"Hi, sweet girl," Seonghwa says and his voice sound even lovelier than during the video chats you've had with him.

"Hi, starshine," you chuckle nervously.

"How was your flight?" he asks.

"Couldn't wait for it to be over," you admit.

"Yeah? You wanted to see me that bad?" Hwa teases you.

"More like couldn't wait to visit Seoul," you joke. "Go sightseeing."

"Sorry to disappoint but I'm taking you home first."

Home. You liked the sound of that.

"This is my room, this is the living room, this is the kitchen and this is the bathroom. Any questions?" Seonghwa inquires after he's done showing you around his apartment.

"Um, not to sound ungrateful but…where will I…you know, sleep?" you ask.

"My room, obviously. I'll take the couch in the living room," Hwa shrugs.

"What? No, Hwa, I can't…this is your apartment. I would feel so guilty I wouldn't fall asleep at all."

"Do you have another suggestion?"

"Duh! I will sleep on the couch!"

Seonghwa shakes his head, visibly distressed by the idea.

"It's pretty cold in the living room. You'll be more comfortable in my room."

"Well…we could share the bed, then? You do have a king size. If…that's okay with you."

"Are you sure?" Hwa wants to know.

You nod without thinking too much into it.

"You're my best friend and I just moved across the world. Sharing a bed with you does not worry me."

"Alright. Let me know if you need anything, I'll try to get it for you."

"Right now I just need a hug."

Seonghwa abides by your wishes and soon enough, the two of you find yourselves cuddling under the warm blanket. Minutes later you are crying and spilling the beans about your latest fight with your mom. When you tell him the whole story, he feels like throwing up.

"H-how could she say that to her own d-daughter?" Hwa stammers in disbelief.

You notice tears falling down his beautiful cheeks and trace a finger against his skin.

"Honestly? I'm kinda used to it. But it was so bad I couldn't take it anymore."

"You're not supposed to. You're a literal angel, I don't understand her behaviour at all."

You give him a sad smile.

"I'm not a saint, either. I mean, I've kept secrets from her and stuff. I just wish things could get resolved by communicating but she always refuses to hear my side of the story."

"The only reason why you've kept secrets was to protect your sanity. She's being unreasonable for not letting you follow your passions. What kind of a parent would say such harmful things?"

"Right?" you laugh bitterly. "You get me like no one else."

Seonghwa strokes your hair lovingly and kisses your forehead.

"My darling girl. You deserve so much better."

"Sometimes I wish you were my mom," in a moment of intense vulnerability, you murmur without thinking but the words are already out of your mouth and it's too late to take them back.

"W-what?" Hwa appears taken aback.

"S-sorry, I don't know what's gotten into me," you cover your face with your hands.

"Say it again. Please."

You take a peek nervously. His reaction is not one of disgust as you feared but rather…curiosity?

"I wish you were my mom," you repeat, your cheeks flushed with color.

"Do you know what I'd do if I were your mom?" Seonghwa asks.

You shake your head, desperately needing to hear what he's thinking.

"If you were my little girl, I'd do whatever I could do to keep you safe and protect you, make sure no one could hurt you, least of all me. I'd let you follow your passions. If you went out at night, I'd be worried sick, of course, but I'd be happy you're having fun with your friends. I'd tell you I'm proud of you no matter what grades you got. If you kept secrets from me, I wouldn't yell at you, but I'd ask myself what I did wrong. You know why? Because I trust you. And I care about you so deeply that I'd like to win your trust, too."

Your vision is blurry with tears. You feel like Hwa just fixed something he didn't break. Whatever he has to offer, you want all of it.

"I'd like that very much."

"You'd let me take care of you? Call you mine?" Seonghwa needs to know.

"Yes, please."

"My precious girl," he purrs in your ear.

"Hwa…just to be clear, what does that make us?" you ask, confused about the line between friendship and…whatever this is.

"What do you want us to be? Girlfriend and boyfriend? Daughter and…mom? Friends with benefits?"

You chuckle at the variety of labels he suggests.

"I think I'd like to be your girlfriend. If you'll have me," you blink, suddenly feeling insecure. You don't have much to offer. But whatever little you have, you're willing to give to him.

"I will. And I'd be honoured to be your boyfriend."

You bury your head into his chest, overwhelmed with positive feelings and excitement for the future that awaits the two of you.

"Let me take you out on a date tomorrow. But first, you need sleep."

"Okay, mom," you laugh wholeheartedly. "Will you sing me a lullaby?"

"Anything for my best girl," Seonghwa promises.

The following day he takes you to a really lovely date at a local restaurant and treats you so well, like no one else before in your life. You feel so blessed and lucky to have met him that there are not enough words to describe how grateful you are to him. Not just for letting you move in with him without expecting anything in return (though that was an immensely generous gesture on his side). The reason you are grateful the most is that he accepts you with all your flaws and scarred past, he shows you such understanding and care you have only dreamed about. He is truly your shining star guiding your path through the dark and into the light.

In the evening, you finally muster up the courage to turn on your phone. You call your dad and with tears in your eyes, explain the circumstances around your latest fight with your mom and why you decided to move in with Seonghwa. Your dad is worried, of course, but he says he gets why you did it, as he has witnessed some encounters when your mom has said hurtful things to you. Though he has not explicitly stood up for you, in your private conversations, he has shown you support and eagerly awaited the day you were independent from her. He tells you your mom was furious at first but now she is just…sad. You promise you will talk to her when you feel ready but for the time being, you need some space. Your dad respects your decision and you hang up.

"You did well," Seonghwa praises you, enveloping you in a warm hug.

"Thanks," you whisper sadly.

"Shall we go to bed?" he asks.

"Aw, man, I was in such a hurry to pack that I forgot my favourite frog plushie!" you exclaim in annoyance. "I can't sleep without it."

"Last night you had no trouble falling asleep, though?" Seonghwa gently reminds you.

"You're right!" you cry out in amazement.

"I'll get you a million plushies tomorrow but for now you'll have to settle for me."

"You know what? You're more than enough. You're my favourite plushie from now on!" you smile, wrapping your arms around his waist.

You've had the happiest week of your life. Seonghwa shows you around the city, taking you to adorable cafés, sightseeing and eating ramen by the Han river. The two of you take tons of pictures together and spend a lot of quality time. He even introduces you to his friend San and convinces him to let you work at his bookshop, which is honestly a dream job.

One morning, you wake up feeling uncharacteristically hot. Something hard is pressed against your ass. Could that be…You freeze at the realization. You wonder whether to rush out of bed. But then you risk Seonghwa waking up and you don't want him feeling embarrassed over something completely natural. You could pretend you're still asleep? But your breathing is too irregular and your skin is practically on fire. What should you do? Before you can make up your mind, you feel Seonghwa shifting behind you and the space has never felt emptier.

"I'm sorry," he mumbles sleepily.

"What are you sorry for?" you ask even though the answer is quite apparent.

"For…you know, getting hard."

"It's fine, it's a normal human reaction."

"I don't want you to feel uncomfortable or objectified. I mean…you are hot and I've obviously thought about you before in impure ways but…I like you so much I don't want you to feel pressured or anything. You're incredibly special to me, baby."

You finally turn around to face him.

"You are the most precious person in my life, Seonghwa," you whisper. "And like, if you want me, I'm all yours. No pressure."

"But…wouldn't you want to wait longer?" he asks cautiously.

"Whenever you want, my star," you smile eagerly, hoping he takes the bait.

"Fuck it," Hwa mutters under his breath and crashes his lips into yours.

You kiss him back impatiently and bury your fingers into his soft hair. He pulls you closer to him by the waist, digging his fingers into your lower back.

"If you want to stop at any moment, just let me know, okay?" Seonghwa breaks the kiss to reassure you.

You are so touched by his words that tears are already welled up in your eyes.

"Okay. Same goes for you."

"Trust me, darling, I wouldn't want to stop," Hwa promises and buries his head into your neck, inhaling the scent of you.

He spends a long time pressing kisses everywhere he could think of: your neck, your cheeks, your hair, your nose, your collarbones, your tummy, your ears, your thighs until finally, he reaches your pussy. Guiding your legs apart with a gentle but firm hand, you are afraid of melting right there. He eats you out hungrily, his ridiculously long tongue doing wonders to your senses. Needing something to hold on to, you tug on his hair, hopeful that you are not hurting him. He starts making circular motions, increasing the pleasure. It does not take you long to finish, completely falling apart.

"I think I just died a little," you admit, laughing.

"Well, the French did call it la petite mort," Seonghwa shrugs.

"Ah, yes. The little death," you smile, fondly recalling your French classes. "I wouldn't be a good guest if I didn't return the favour, no?"

You wrap your lips around the head of his cock, looking up at him to see if you're doing a good job.

"You're not a guest. I want you to feel at home," Seonghwa says and you try to take him deeper into your mouth. "You don't have to- Oh!"

You smirk as you swirl your tongue against his cock, doing your best to bring him closer to the edge.

"Such a good girl. My girl, yes?" he murmurs.

You can't verbablly respond so you nod your head frantically. Your hand is wrapped around the part of him you can't physically fit in and you blink the tears away, attempting to focus on breathing through your nose. You move your head and up down, desperately staring into his eyes to make sure he's enjoying every second of it. Soon enough, he reaches his high, sending ropes of cum down your throat. You try to swallow, not waste any drop of it.

Seonghwa strokes your cheek with his hand.

"You did so great for me," he praises you and you feel butterflies fluttering in your stomach.

"T-thank you," you stutter nervously.

"You don't have to thank me," Seonghwa chuckles in confusion and flips you around so that you are lying on your back. He leans down and kisses you again even more sensually than before but with as much tenderness. "You wanna stop?"

"No, please, don't stop," you are not too proud for begging.

"M'kay, lemme just grab protection real quick and I'll be back," he grins.

"Oh, I feel quite protected with you by my side, but I get what you mean," you tease him, excited to take the next step in your relationship.

True to his promise, Hwa returns moments later, flexing a condom in his hand.

"Protection," he repeats in a cute voice, while he puts it on.

"And here I thought you were gonna show me your lightsaber," you joke.

Seonghwa dramatically places a hand on his heart, feigning offense.

"I already did," he plays along and you can't stop yourself from bursting into laughter.

God, he really is the best guy in the universe. Your thoughts are further confirmed when he slowly teases your entrance with just the tip, making sure you are okay.

"You good? Should I go deeper?"

"Hwa, my angel, you can do anything to me and chances are I'd like it," you reassure him confidently.

"Careful what you wish for," Seonghwa smirks and slides in, making you feel so full and complete.

"Ngh," your sweet little cries are enough to give him the needed push to not hold himself back any longer. He fucks into you with so much vigour and passion you are on the verge of disintegrating.

"My gorgeous girl. You like that?"

"Yes, mommy," the words slip out of your mouth before you could think twice about it. His movements come to a sudden halt, causing you to realize what you've just said. Out loud. Ugh, you feel equally mortified and turned on.

"Mommy, huh?" he chuckles lightly.

"S-sorry," you hide your face behind your palms.

"It's okay, I can be your mommy," Seonghwa grabs your wrists and pushes your hands above your head. "I'll take good care of you, yeah? Wish you could see yourself, my most precious girl."

"Hwa, please, I mean…mommy, need you so badly," you stumble through your words weakly.

"I'm right here, my sweet baby, I'll give you what you need," he plays along. "Does mommy's cock feel good inside you?"

"S-so g-good, mommy, thank you, thank you so much," it hasn't even been that long and you already feel fucked out, utterly and irreversibly at his mercy.

"Don't thank me, dearest, I'm just treating you the way you deserve," Seonghwa vows and before you know it, you are clenching around his cock, while he is spilling inside the condom.

You can't think, can't speak, can't do anything. Nothing exists in your mind anymore. Just him. The universe is completely blank save for that one shining star. You fail to register him leaving the room to dispose of the plastic and don't notice when he returns.

"Honey?" he says softly but his voice feels so distant. Kilometres away. You can't bring yourself to form a verbal response. "Are you okay?"

Seonghwa places gentle kisses on your cheeks in an attempt to bring you back to reality.

"Come back to me, darling, please, talk to me, I'm scared," he mumbles in between kisses.

"Hwa?" are your first words. Like a newborn baby looking for the comfort that only a true mother figure could provide.

"You're safe with me," Seonghwa tells you. "No one can hurt you here."

"I don't deserve you," you are suddenly crying, overwhelmed by how cared for and loved he's making you feel.

"Don't say that ever again, you hear me?" he speaks firmly but kindly, nonetheless. "You deserve to be happy. Am I making you happy?"

"So happy, you have no idea how much," you try your best to convince him for your sincerity.

"That's all I need to know," he nods. "Let me draw a bath for you and-"

You summon all the strength you have left and grip his hand as tightly as you physically can't.

"Don't leave me."

"I'm not leaving you," Seonghwa picks you up with ease and carries you all the way to the bathroom.

Once inside the warm bath, you are more capable to form full sentences and communicate what just happened with a clearer head.

"I'm sorry for springing up the whole mommy thing without discussing it in advance," you tell him.

"I don't mind, honestly. In fact, I think I'm perfect for the role."

You smile fondly and nudge his shoulder.

"Still. From now on, I'll try my best to talk about introducing anything new beforehand. It's only fair."

"Whatever makes you feel comfortable," he kisses your forehead as he rubs shampoo into your scalp. "But just so you know, I could never be mad at you."

"What if I want you to get mad every once in a while? You know…spank me for being a bad girl?" you suggest teasingly.

"Then, I'd be happy to oblige," Seonghwa replies enthusiastically and starts tickling you in a playful manner.

It is true that time heals all wounds and distance makes the heart grow fonder. A while later, you feel ready to talk to your mom again (somewhat influenced by your dad's pleading and Seonghwa's reassurance).

"Hi, mom," you greet her calmly over the phone.

"Hi, sweetie. I've missed you," she admits.

"Me too," and it's true. Even though she hurt you, you still love her.

"Have you been eating well?"

"Yeah, don't worry about that."

"Listen…I'm sorry for saying hurtful things and being so hard on you. I only do that because I think you're so smart and have the potential to do great things."

"Well you have a funny way of showing it," you chuckle dryly.

"What do you mean?"

"I mean…you never praise me for anything. I spent so many years trying to get your approval that I didn't stop for a second to think whether I was doing what I truly loved."

"I understand," your mom says. "I know it might be too late but I'll try to do better. If you'll let me."

"It's not too late. But I'm not coming back to live with you. I've got a boyfriend and a job here. And I'm…actually happy."

"I'm glad to hear that, sweetheart. You will visit eventually, right?"

"I will in the summer. I want us to work on our relationship," you explain patiently.

"Until then…we can Skype or something?" your mom suggests.

"Yeah, mom, we can do that," you laugh. "If you figure how to turn the computer on!"

"Hey!" your mom argues but her tone is amused "I'm not that old!"

"I know, I know," you keep laughing.

"I love you," she says seriously. And this time, you are willing to believe her.

"Love you too, mom," you answer truthfully and hang up the phone.

You look at Seonghwa who was quietly cutting vegetables. His mere presence in the room was giving you strength and moral support.

"I did it," you announce the obvious. "I talked to my mom."

"You did so well. I'm really proud of you, angel," he wraps you into the world's most comforting hug.

"Things won't get magically fixed but…it's a start."

"You did the right thing."

"I couldn't have done it without you, Hwa," you admit truthfully. "You light up my whole dark existence, my precious star."

"Oh, baby," Seonghwa holds your hands. "Stars can't shine without darkness."

Bonus:

You are so happy to have cooked spaghetti carbonara for your boyfriend, your darling, your starshine, your marvellous Hwa. You really hope he likes it because you've worked so hard on it and it's his birthday so you wanted to do something special for him. He has given you so much care and affection so this is the least you could do to express how grateful you are.

"Happy birthday, my love," you kiss him gently, presenting the meal in front of him. "I have other gifts, as well, but food first before it gets cold!"

"Aw, baby, you didn't have to do all that," Seonghwa smiles, touched by your efforts.

"Come on, try it!" you are practically bouncing with excitement to see his reaction.

"It's really delicious, my angel! You did a wonderful job!" he praises you, sincerity clear in his voice.

You can't take it and you burst into tears.

"Why are you crying? Did I say something wrong?" Seonghwa puts the fork down, immediately worried about your well-being.

"No, it's just…the first time anyone's praised my cooking. It feels incredibly special coming from you, considering you are so brilliant in the kitchen."

"The kitchen is not the only place where I'm incredible," he winks, looking at the bedroom.

"Eat, eat! We'll unwrap the gifts later in that other place," you wipe your tears and encourage him to enjoy his meal.

"Oh, sunshine, you are the only gift I could ask for," Seonghwa promises and goes back to the carbonara. And perhaps, this is what having a home feels like.

The End

#ateez #seonghwa #seonghwa x reader #seonghwa smut #mommy seonghwa #mommy!seonghwa #ateez smut #ateez angst #seonghwa fluff #ateez fluff #ateez fanfic #ateez imagines #seonghwa imagines #writing

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spacemagicandlaserswords · 1 year

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Open and Waiting (Chapter 1)

Gif from this post by @ashr-jedi

Summary: You try out something new with Tech. As it turns out, like with pretty much everything, he knows exactly what he’s doing.

Relationship: Tech x f!reader (eventual mentions of Hunter x f!reader, Crosshair x f!reader, Echo x f!reader and Wrecker x f!reader)

Warnings: NSFW, cock warming, domination, submission, humiliation, Dominant Tech, submissive reader, cock ring, saliva/drool, restraints, leather wrist cuffs, leather collar, naked and kneeling reader, subspace, tiny hint of poor self worth, star wars swearing, playing fast and loose star wars canon details, not beta read

Word Count: 1604 (Chapter 1)

Authors Notes: Help I’ve written fanfic. This is the first time I’ve ever written fan fiction and the first time I’ve ever written smut so please be gentle. I have absolutely no idea what I’m doing but this idea has latched onto my brain and refuses to let go so here we are. Creative writing is not my strong suit so I hope this is alright.

Also, this is absolute filth. If you think this is saucy then strap in cause you ain't seen nothing yet. Tech says some truly filthy things in Chapter 5. Yes, there are 5 chapters of this monstrosity so far and I’m nowhere even close to the end. I’ve written 7700+ words of this thing. There’s 18 pages so far. What have I done to myself?!

If I’ve screwed something up or forgotten a warning or missed something out, please gently let me know and I will be more than happy to fix it!

Please read the warnings! And please let me know if you liked it and if you’d like to read Chapter 2 or more.

Chapters: Two, Three, Four, Five, Six | Ao3

Open and Waiting (Chapter 1)

The durasteel floor of the Marauder is cold.

Which makes sense. It is metal after all and we’re not exactly on the warmest of planets right now.

What makes it particularly noticeable is that my bare legs are currently kneeling on said cold durasteel. In fact, my entire bare naked body is kneeling on the floor of the Marauder. Wrists cuffed behind my back, my right cheek pillowed against fabric stretched over a lean, muscular thigh and my jaw kept open as Tech’s cock just sits there on my tongue and fills my mouth.

I’m grateful that he chose the softer leather cuffs with the adjustable chain. Saves my shoulders from being constantly wrenched back and the harsh metal of binders biting into my wrists. Tech has always been decidedly considered, thorough and aware of these matters though so it doesn’t surprise me. That man will assiduously research anything and everything, including new kinks to explore. I’m always nervous about broaching these sorts of topics, but at least with Tech I know he will approach the idea with an open, inquisitive mind before launching into discovering everything there is to know about my new suggestion.

When I first bought up the idea of trying cock warming with him, there was a definite flare of interest behind those goggles. It only increased as I did my best to explain the concept while valiantly trying to shove my worries and fears into the nearest storage crate. I know I shouldn’t be ashamed about my sexual interests, and Maker knows they all so gently remind me of this regularly, but old habits are hard to shake. I really shouldn’t have worried though because when Tech came and found me later that night, I’d hadn’t seen him that intensely interested in a new discovery in a while.

Well, not since we found those rare Tarisian bark beetles anyway.

So here I am, completely completely naked, save for a leather collar and cuffs, kneeling in the middle of our ship with Tech’s cock in my mouth. Just kneeling in front of him, completely still, arms restrained behind my back, cheek resting on his inner thigh, eyes closed, jaw slack, tongue touching my bottom lip, drool spilling out the sides of my mouth and dripping obscenely down my chin, and that glorious, firm cock just resting in my mouth, filling it up.

There’s nothing I can do apart from kneel here and drool around Tech’s cock.

Nothing I’m allowed to do either. Sir was very clear that I was to make no movement whatsoever. Not even to swallow. Which is why my mouth and chin are now covered in my own drool and I’m sure I must be making a complete mess of the floor.

At least durasteel is fairly easy to clean up and wipe down. Trying to get stains out of the red leather of the cockpit chairs is another matter entirely.

Tech is sitting on a storage crate while he tinkers with a project on the fold down workbench above me. Those long rangy legs bracketing me in. Close, but not quite close enough to touch the rest of my body, apart from where my cheek rests against his inner thigh.

Damn man knows exactly what he’s doing.

Heavy boots rest on the floor well past where I’m kneeling and serve as another reminder of just how tall and imposing Tech can be. He might not be as overtly muscular as Wrecker or even Hunter but that lean frame belies a beskar imbued strength. At six foot four, Tech absolutely towers over me, even when he’s sitting and I’m kneeling on the floor between his thighs. He’s an all encompassing presence and it’s making something curl deep within my gut.

It’s also making my cunt wet but there’s not much I can do about that right now.

At the end of our pre-session conversation, Tech also gave me strict instructions that I was not to touch myself. While that’s a little hard to do with my hands cuffed behind my back, Tech could’ve bound my hands directly to my cunt and I still wouldn’t have done a damn thing. He knows how desperately I crave praise and will do anything to be his good little girl–

Oh kriff, don’t think about that right now. Don’t think about Tech calling me a good girl. Do not think about it. You’re just going to make your current predicament even worse.

Dank farrik, my pussy is definitely wetter now. It’s going to end up dripping onto the floor and then there will be an even bigger blotch beneath me.

The collection of drool covering the lower half of my face and hanging off my chin has been progressively getting worse the longer this has gone on. The humiliation of being turned into a drooling mess is both delicious and excruciating and my poor hazy brain cannot figure out whether it wants to lean into it or run away. I’ve been stripped down and reduced to nothing but a tight, hot void to keep Tech’s cock warm.

Warm, and hard.

When we started, Tech had certainly been interested but he wasn’t exactly at full mast either. It had been fairly easy for him to slide my open and eager mouth over his cock before gloved hands gently leant my head against his inner thigh. Since then he’s been steadily hardening inside my mouth while he completely ignores me and works on his current project that is strewn in bits across the workbench above. It’s almost like the more I drool, the harder he gets. I can just start to taste the hint of his pre-cum when that clipped, precise voice breaks through the silence above me.

“I require an additional tool and need to momentarily step away in order to retrieve it. This will necessitate briefly moving your position. You will remain kneeling with your eyes closed and mouth open. Am I understood?”

I do my best to answer with a “Yes Sir” around his cock but all it ends up sounding like is a garbled “...eth…er”. Thankfully, this must be enough to appease him because a gloved hand is running through my hair before gently moving my head and then pulling my mouth from his hard cock. I can feel the heaviness of it slide over my tongue and brush my bottom lip as the solid weight leaves my mouth. There’s a moment of bereft emptiness before a collection of drool follows Tech’s cock out of my mouth and spills over my chin in a wave of tantalising humiliation. Tech doesn’t immediately move and I realise he must be observing me.

Observing his naked, collared and restrained submissive kneeling in front of him with their mouth open and drool hanging from their chin.

I must look like a completely and utterly ruined mess.

The thought only serves to cause a further spike in delectable humiliation.

After a laden beat, Tech rises from the storage crate, effortlessly swings a leg over my head and then marches off towards his bunk. The slide of metal dragging against metal can be heard before a soft click signifies that his personal storage box has been unlocked.

Why is he going through there? His tools are usually kept in mystifyingly precise locations around the ship if they’re not already on his person.

A few more clicks indicate that an internal compartment has been opened and whatever he was looking for must have been inside because the lock-box is swiftly snapped shut and shoved back under his bunk.

A marked stride makes its way back to my position of supplication on the floor but Tech doesn’t immediately sit down.

I’m being observed again.

I can’t do anything to stop the reactive shiver that runs through me at the realisation.

There’s an odd, slightly slick sliding noise above me and then Tech is sitting back down on the storage crate. A hand runs over my head as he tells me–

“You will assume your previous position.”

I’m given no chance to respond as he pushes at the back of my head, making my mouth slide over his cock again. My cheek is leant against his inner thigh once more and then I’m left there just as I was moments before, mouth full of Tech’s cock while he goes back to working on his current project.

As I breathe through the returned presence of his cock filling my mouth, I realise that my nose had just barely brushed against something smooth and different.

A cock ring.

So that’s the additional tool he required.

I’m not sure I’d call a cock ring a tool but I’m in no position to argue. Tech must be enjoying this even more than I thought if he’s had to pull one of those out of his collection. I can’t tell which one it is, though if it starts vibrating then at least I’ll know it's one of his later inventions.

I almost startle out of my rumination on Tech’s assortment of toys when long fingers card through my hair and his palm smooths over my head. The tips of those fingers start lightly scritching back and forth against my scalp and I have to stop myself from moaning and going completely boneless against him. It’s soft and gentle and, despite the fact that I’m basically just a glorified cock sleeve for him at this point, it’s oddly calming. Tech continues to tenderly caress my head and I drift, floating in a haze of submission.

Drool continues to drip onto the floor of the Marauder.

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mykinkyyandere · 3 years

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Dumb Little Angel 2 (Final)

AO3

(Part 1)

Pairings: Yandere! Anakin Skywalker X f!Reader

Summary: He punishes you in the ass when you try to escape again.

Warnings: Smut, spanking, treating the reader like a dumb baby, kidnapped reader

A/N: Long for a drabble, I know.

"You deserve it." He repeated as you struggled and cried in his arms. You were throwing kicks and punches, trying to get out of his arms but you didn't affect him at all.

He laid you face down on the bed and lifted your ass in the air. Slapped it hard as you pleaded through your sobs and made you scream.

"You deserve it." He constantly slapped your ass while kneading it with his hands. Then pulled out his huge cock as your ass turned red. "Dumb little angel. You're so fucking dumb, aren't you?"

He got the lube as he pressed his head into your little hole. "It's time to punish you in harsher ways. But don't worry, I know how sensitive a poor angel like you is. I'll take care of your pretty little ass."

After he lubed himself and you, slowly inserted his head into you. You were so tight. He growled as he slapped your ass again. "You're a poor little angel trying to escape me. Dumb pussy..."

Your screams filled the whole room when he tucked half in. He ran his fingers through your hair and pulled your head towards him. Kissed your tears streaming down your cheeks while holding your neck with his other hand. "What a dumb baby you are. What a bratty angel you are. You need me. You need me to live because you can't survive even a minute with your dumb little baby brain."

He waited a little while he was completely inside. You were clenching around him like crazy. "You belong to me. You can't escape."

He pulled his hands away and grabbed your waist. As he moved harshly, you stretched your arms forward and rested your chin on the pillow. He slapped your ass hard as your sobs filled the room.

After what seemed like an eternity with Anakin's harsh thrusts, he was about to cum. You had marks on your ass from his spanking. His tight fingers were hard enough to pierce your waist.

"You need me." He said angrily as his thrusts became deep and slow. "Poor little pussy... you need me!" He slapped your ass with his hardest as he made you jump and scream in fear.

He grabbed your neck and brought your cheek to his lips as he came with one last hard thrust. "Dumb little angels can't take care of themselves. They can't think by themselves. They always need a big and strong protector."

He laid you on your back as he slowly got out of you. Spread your legs apart and stared at his thick cum leaking out of your abused little hole. He rubbed his fingers on it and kissed your lips as he started rubbing your clit. Continued his gentle movements until he made you cum. When you finally came trembling, he pulled his lips from yours and kissed your forehead.

"You're not a bratty angel. You're just a confused little baby."

He took your silently sobbing and utterly exhausted body in his arms and stood up. "Let's get you cleaned up. Then I'll get you dressed in your favorite clothes, okay? Don't cry."

He took a deep breath as your sighs and silent sobs continued. "I think you've learned your lesson this time, my little angel. You belong to me."

(Part 1)

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iamburdened · 3 years

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Reader’s Masterlist #10 (ten?holy shit)

Not my stories. Just my favorites from other writers. All credits and support to the original artists. My purpose for doing this is: I need a place to dump all my favorites so I can reread a thousand times.

IMPORTANT: like and REBLOG all the fanfics you read to support the writers, please.

No keys for NSFW fics this time, because like, all of it is nsfw.

Link to all my masterlists (+ Kylo Ren/Ben Solo, Pedro Pascal characters including The Mandalorian, Marcus Pike, Javier Peña, and others, MCU related, TMR, Shawn Mendes, Fantastic Beasts…, MacGyver, look, it is a lot)

This one is going to be a little different:

All fics here are for Adam Driver characters, expect horror fics as well. Be aware of trigger warnings in each piece.

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Recommendations under the cut

HORROR STORIES

Wet Work @safarigirlsp

Summary: Killer!Clyde in a chainsaw massacre kinda of way. It’s horror but it’s romance and look, is that a plot twist? Damn, it’s got all things nice. (Okay, I can’t say it in a cute way THIS IS THE BEST THING EVER! READ THIS)

Fortune favors the bold @safarigirlsp

Summary: look I can’t stress enough how freaking AMAZING this is! My absolute favorite here. Hitman Kylo x reader this is so super great I cannot even begin to express . The plot twist?????? Don’t even get me started. I was NOT ready! Read it.

Bloody Valentine @safarigirlsp

Pairing: Hitman Kylo x Assassin Reader

Mirror, Mirror @safarigirlsp

Pairing: possessed!SuperDark!Ben Solo x ILoveYouAnyway!reader

Short horror stories @safarigirlsp

Summary: the is a collection of horror blurbs for Adam's characters (Kylo, Flip, Charlie, Pale, Clyde - my favorite blurb here -, Ronnie, Dan, Sackler, Altman, Toby)

Did their headlights look like heaven? @babbushka

Summary: 20k of the purest country creepiness . There is something really fucking wrong with that city, and she finds out about it when a certain friend comes back from war. (Look... this is creepy and brilliantly written. Read it!)

Masterlist @ohdamnadam

Summary: there are a few dark themed fics here, but there is a lot more of a lot of characters.

Masterlist @direnightshade

Summary: they have more killer!Charlie under the tag

Masterpost with dark fics recommended @safarigirlsp

Summary: a masterpost inside a masterpost.

Masterlist @safarigirlsp

Summary: tons of dark fics

Another masterpost with dark!fics recommendations guess by who? @safarigirlsp yep

Summary: well...

Kylo Ren/Ben Solo x reader

Untitled series AO3

Summary: oneshots in non chronological order of Modern Kylo Ren and his fuck buddy who are actually in love. A great dd/lg story with lots of fluff and nsfw.

@babbushka and everything she’s got going on on AO3

Summary: this is just a reminder to myself that Z is going to start publishing exclusively on AO3 and it’s worthy to go take a look there every now and then

Indebted AO3

Summary: a day in the life of Kylo Ren’s pet. He is soft for her. NSFW. The knights watch… bdsm, master/pet dynamic.

A Mediocre Proposal @azwriting

Summary: Commander of the Resistance!Ben x childhood best friend turned lover!reader. This is what canon should be if movies weren’t chaotic and full of conflict.

Untitled @feed-the-rats

Summary: Kylo x empress!reader have a baby girl

dd/lg Masterlist @cosmic-rich

Summary: works on Kylo x little!reader

dd/lg Headcanon @mandosmimi

Summary: She has more smaller heacanons under the tag.

dd/lg headcanon @itsmentalillness

Luxury @daddyrenn

Summary: Picked up from the desert planet Altran, you were the prime gift given to Supreme Leader Ren. He saw a concubine, a pet, given for his pleasure. The underlying message was simple: you were to absorb his negative energy, and direct it elsewhere. No more destroying consoles. No more Force-choking officers during meetings. Well, no killing officers with the Force-choke during meetings. Either way, you were His, and when He wanted you, He would have you. (iambrdened's note: a lil bit of soft Kylo)

Untitled @thepilotanon

Summary: Kylo's kid braiding his hair.

Interview with a daddy AO3 link by ravensandviolins

Summary: Daddy Dom Kylo, was betrayed by his former little girl and now he seeks a new submissive; will you heal daddy Kylo's broken heart?Modern AU

You belong to me A03 link by ravensandviolins

Summary: Kylo is controlling and possessive of reader. Need I say more? :-> (iamburdened's note: this takes an unexpected turn)

Prelude series @thepilotanon

Summary: badass!cute!reader, cute!kylo. I love this series.

You're mine @contesa-lui-alucard

Summary: behold Kylo's best AU fanfic ever. It's a 4 part story, Mob!ExtremelySoft!Kylo.

My Kind of Rain A03 link by clumsycopy, direnightshade

Summary: Soooo cute! Ben after redemption is a lil puppy after friend reader

Size kink!Ben @direnightshade

Size kink!Ben again @direnightshade

NSFW heacanon @novakspector

Summary: Master!Kylo x dark side Padawan!Reader

Masterlist @azwriting

Summary: I am in love with all her work

More Kylo Ren/Ben Solo fic recommendations here

Misc.

Headcanon masterlist @feed-the-rats

Chase Me @sydwritess (Flip Zimmerman)

Summary: not dark, little red riding hood themed, not AU either.

Amateur Hour @safarigirlsp (Flip Zimmerman)

Summary: dark!fic. Flip and his girl go to a camp to investigate some disappearances and face a serial killer on the loose (Jason Voorhees style)

Masterlist @roanniom

Masterlist @ohiobluetip

Summary: they have dd/lg Charlie

Flip NSFW masterlist @babbushka

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cosmic-rich · 3 years

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Innocence kink with Ani!!!! your his sweet lil flower who has no clue what going on but his hand is between your legs marking you feel All funny and confusEd and he’s just telling you the dirties/sweetest things!

yesyesyesyesyesyes YES fuck hold on lemme move to my laptop

Okay! So you guys have been in a relationship for a minute, but he's never pushed anything sexual because he knows you've never had that experience. Or any for that matter. He wants you to come to him about it.

He had been playing close attention to you, more so than usual. He felt that something was different. Not bad, just different. Of course you've been turned on before, he's felt it. Always tapping into your feelings at random times, just to check in. But this was stronger. And when he sees the way you're looking at him, clenching your thighs together, it makes his eyes dilate and go dark with lust.

He walks up to you slowly, as if to not scare you off and gently brushes some hair out of your face, tucking it behind your ear before asking, "Are you alright, angel?"

And you, with furrowed eyebrows and an expression that could only be explained as arousal, respond as if you're perfectly fine. "I'm alright Ani. Why do you ask?" "Because, sweetheart what you're feeling right now is quite strong. Are you sure you're alright?" He would bring his hand to softly stroke the high point of your cheek "I-I think I'm okay Ani" He would hum, acknowledging your response before continuing, "I think I know what you need, sweet girl. You just have to let me help you. Do you want my help?" "Y-yes please."

He would move slow, tuning in to your emotions to ensure that you weren't uncomfortable in any way. He let's his fingertips rest just under the waistband of your pants, whispering quietly. "Is this alright, princess?" and when you nod your head he pushes his fingers into your panties, swiping his middle finger through your folds gently. He holds back a groan, surprised at how wet you were.

He softly circles your clit with the tip of his finger, shushing you when you let out a confused whimper "That feel good?" He gives you a little smirk when you nod your head quickly, "Y-yes Ani! M-makes my tummy feel funny." "Okay, sweet girl. That's good. You're doing sooo well for me."

#anakin #daddy!anakin #anakin skywalker x subspace!reader #subspace #star wars a new hoe

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hpimaginesandblurbs · 3 years

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masterlist

* = smut, 18+ only

neville longbottom

neville dating a slytherin headcannon*

jealous!neville smut*

overstimulation w. neville*

neville using sex toys on the reader*

losing your virginity to neville*

dom!neville punishes the reader*

cockwarming w. neville*

neville shows the reader just how not vanilla he is*

the morning after your wedding w. neville

dom!neville w. an aphrodisiac*

dom!reader using a sex toy on sub!neville*

remus lupin

young!remus, pre-full moon smut*

remus confesses his feelings for reader (pt. 1) (pt. 2*)

thigh riding w. remus*

young!remus soft post-full moon smut*

bratty sub!remus gets a punishment*

sirius black

sirius w. a breeding kink*

sirius w. a size kink*

cockwarming w. sirius*

young!sirius w. a mommy kink*

tom riddle

young!tom w. jealous reader*

tom w. dom!reader*

knife play w. tom*

mirror sex w. daddy kink!tom*

tom fucks ravenclaw!reader in the slytherin common room*

cedric diggory

cedric x reader mutual masturbation*

cedric nsfw headcannons*

thigh riding in the prefect’s bathroom w. cedric*

angry!cedric smut*

cedric overstimulating fem!reader*

cedric w. an innocence kink*

cedric w. a breeding kink + cockwarming*

cedric wakes the reader up with oral*

cedric punishes the reader w. bondage + overstimulation*

first time w. cedric during christmas holiday*

thigh riding w. best friend’s roomate!cedric*

draco malfoy

malfoy manor library smut* (pt. 2 w. breeding kink*)

dom!draco*

draco forgets your anniversary and makes it up to you w. sex*

mirror sex w. draco x innocent reader*

plus sized! reader facesitting w. draco*

cockwarming w. draco*

draco waking the reader up w. oral*

dom!draco w. a breeding kink*

overstimulation w. draco*

period sex w. draco*

draco fucks the brat right out of the reader*

sub!draco with a mommy kink*

sub!draco learns how to eat pussy*

reader cheats on draco while in an arranged marriage* (pt. 2*) (pt. 3*)

virgin!sub!draco*

draco making the reader cum from just dirty talk*

mean dom!draco punishes the reader*

enemies-to-lovers w. sub!draco*

ex husband!draco x reader get a second chance*

actress!reader and co-star!draco relieve frustrations after a spicy scene*

mean dom!reader punished bratty sub!draco*

blaise zabini

blaise w. a degradation kink*

jealous rough dom!blaise w. a breeding kink*

dom!blaise w. an innocence kink*

office sex w. blaise x breeding and degradation*

pegging sub!blaise w. a mommy kink*

hard dom!blaise on your wedding night*

harry potter

harry w. an edging kink*

sub!harry*

harry sexting headcannon*

harry comforting the reader when she thinks she’s a bad mom (pt. 2)

harry w. a mommy kink*

harry x reader get together after the war

dad!harry watching you breastfeed james

sub!harry gets punished by dom!reader*

dom!harry edges the reader w. a vibrator*

edging and overstimulation w. dom!harry*

thigh riding harry in the mirror*

sub!harry w. a mommy kink*

cockwarming sub!harry*

james potter

young!james being a tease in class*

sub!james w. a mommy kink*

george weasley

thigh riding george w. a praise kink*

sex w. george at www*

george w. an innocence kink*

playful george w. a bratty sub

fred weasley

fred’s reaction to the reader flirting w. a slytherin boy

mean dom!fred*

fred waking the reader up w. head and a smutty shower*

fred comforting insecure reader

daddy!fred takes your virginity*

desk sex w. fred*

ron weasley

cuddling w. soft!ron

ron. w a degradation and choking kink*

sex w. ron at the burrow*

calling ron ‘daddy’ for the first time*

regulus black

thigh riding w. regulus*

regulus catches girlfriend!reader masturbating*

hermione granger

sex. w hermione in an abandoned classroom*

lucius malfoy

lucius breeds reader*

multiple pairings

james x sirius x remus x reader foursome w. degradation*

ron x lee jordan x reader threesome w. dom!ron*

ron x fred x george x reader foursome*

using your safeword w. sirius x remus

overstimulation and subspace w. sirius x remus*

fred and george take turns w. reader*

dom!reader x dom!hermione x sub!harry*

dom!fred x sub!reader x dom!george*

reader x cedric x sub!harry*

dom!ginny x dom!reader x sub!draco*

doms!fred and george ruin the reader* (pt. 2*)

hermione catches draco x reader and joins*

enemies-to-lovers harry x reader x ron*

how the hp men would react if you used your safeword*

dom!reader punishes sub!harry x sub!draco*

how the hp men would react if you called them daddy*

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anakinsangel-a · 2 years

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𝐇𝐞𝐚𝐝𝐜𝐚𝐧𝐧𝐨𝐧𝐬 ➸ 𝐀𝐧𝐚𝐤𝐢𝐧 𝐒𝐤𝐲𝐰𝐚𝐥𝐤𝐞𝐫

Pairing: Daddy!Anakin skywalker x Shy!Sub!Reader

Plot: Headcannons about our favourite daddy with a shy sub reader.

Warnings: Mentions of anxiety, crying, fluff, daddy, subspace, daddy/sub relationship.

•One, this man is the sweetest person in the world so he will literally search the ends of the galaxy just to make sure you’re okay and if ANYONE is mean to you or makes you cry, they’re already dead. •He’s very protective, whenever you say anything that would lead him to believe someone was at you, he doesn’t waste any time to find out who they are and where they live. “Shh, Angel, why are you crying?” He’d cradel your head to his chest. “T-they said-” But you wouldn’t be able to get words out, but he doesn’t mind for he already knows that it was someone, he tries to control his anger when he asks. “Who was it?” •When you guys go places you would always feel very on edge and anxiety would nip at you the entire time, you would usually hold Anakin’s hand really tight and he wouldn’t mind, only squeezing it in response. If you guys went to a resturaunt then he would definitely put his hand on your thigh when you’re eating, assuring you that he was always there but if things got too bad he’d bring you to the bathrooms. •Obi wan, of course, would know about your relationship but whenever he’s around you in your space, you feel immensily awkward knowing that he knows. “You gonna say hi to Obi?” Anakin would question, trying his best to soothe down your arm while Obi wan would watch you both with a genuine smile, loving the way Anakin doesn’t care for who is watching, he would always take care of you. “Hi.” You’d mumble though it would come out muffled, seeing as your head would simply be resting in the crook of Anakin’s neck, too shy to say anything more the two men would chuckle at you. •You often get shy around him too, especially when things are getting steamy. You would usually be told to use your words, his fingers hooking around your chin and lifting your head up to look at you, as much as you hate eye contact. He wouldn’t really care in the moment, stating “Oh, don’t you get all shy on me now” And by the end of the night your ‘shyness’ would be long forgotten and you would be crying out for him. •All in all, he would take really good care of you and he, if he were being honest, liked the fact you were so shy. Sometimes he’d call you a pet name or compliment you just to see you blush and no matter how many times he did it, you never found it easier to supress your flushed state. •Sometimes, if you were feeling to anxious walking around the Jedi temple with him, he’d stop you and bend down in front of you, getting you to tell him what’s wrong. When he finally realised just what it was he would assure you that he was there, always and that you could hold onto him, he didn’t mind the iron grip you had on his arm, only finding it even more adorable. •He was a very big fan of PDA, he wouldn’t mind you sitting on his hip in public or simply grabbing your chin to give you a kiss, you, however, would simply try and hide your face either in the crook of his neck of the cloth of his outfit.

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writeyouin · 4 years

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Swerve X Reader – Changes - Chapter 5

Chapter 5 - I’m Sticking with You

A/N – Here it is to keep you all company in quarantine. Also, this reminds me of a fave song of mine: Honey by Bobby Goldsboro. As usual a special thank you to @rocksinmuffin for starting this off with the amazing prompts.

Warnings – Mentions of suicide and mnemosurgery.

Rating – T

Swerve sat at a table inside his hab-suite, holding a gun in his servo. It wasn’t fancy or large; it was little more than a pistol really, but it would do the job. He thought he’d feel something about his upcoming demise, but after spending all of his tears on you, there was nothing left to feel. Still, Swerve didn’t think he deserved a quick and painless death. That was why he was spending a short while re-watching his memories of you; it would help further twist the proverbial knife to cause a little extra pain.

“(Y/N), my dearest, my darling, my everything,” Swerve said to the paused memory that only he could see. “I always knew this day would come. I knew if we ever got together you would eventually learn that I was no good for you and that you would leave. Admittedly, I was being selfish when I married you. I hoped… I wish we could have had a bit longer together before you went away.”

He sighed, finding that he wasn’t out of tears for you as he previously thought he was. The coolant slipped unchecked down his cheek and Swerve continued his monologue, though his vocaliser was heavy with static as he did so.

“No matter what happens, or wherever I end up after this, I want you to know, I will always love you, even if you don’t love me anymore.”

With that, he played the memory he had been saving till last; it would be the last thing he saw before taking the fatal shot.

The memory was one of the many times that you had sang the Velvet Underground’s ‘I’m Sticking with You.’

Swerve’s frame shook with his final tears. He couldn’t keep his servos steady as he lifted the pistol.

‘Anything you want me too

I'll do anything for you

Oh, I'm sticking with you

Oh, I'm sticking with you.’

The song drew to an end and Swerve closed his optics. He held the pistol barrel to his helm, vented air through his systems and put his finger over the trigger.

Ultra Magnus ran to the holding cell. Only minutes ago, he had made a check on the security cameras, which was where he saw Whirl unmoving in a pool of his own energon; if he had ever thought Whirl to be suicidal, he would never have sent him to solitary confinement.

Slamming his palm against the cell’s scanner, he opened the door. He scanned Whirl, finding him alive, barely. Rushing to his aid, Ultra Magnus applied pressure to the stab wound whilst calling Ratchet and Velocity for medical assistance.

Fortunately, while Ultra Magnus was doing all that he could to save Whirl, he didn’t miss the giant note on the cell wall. His optics widened in surprise and he sent out an all-bot-alert to find out who was the closest to Swerve’s room. It was Chromedome who responded first, with a general message of curiosity.

Ultra Magnus thanked Primus that he had go in touch with one of the bots who knew just how important a Conjunx Endurae was.

“Chromedome, you must take this message to Swerve immediately. (Y/N) did not leave him intentionally. An accident must have caused the Rod Pod to malfunction. He needs to know.”

“What are you going to do?” Chromedome responded, concerned for your safety as he had been since the moment you left.

Ultra Magnus didn’t mention his priority to Whirl. Instead he simply answered, “Organise a rescue party. Now tell Swerve. Go!”

That was around ten minutes before Swerve picked up the gun that could end his life.

You pressed a servo to a dent in your helm, already regretting the damage that had come to your new body. Fortunately, it was mostly just scraped paint, but you still felt the occasional twinge of pain from another bump elsewhere. Then again, you felt you could live with a bit of minor damage to your systems. After the Rod-Pod crash-landed on the alien planet, you knew your previous human body would have died upon impact.

Orienting yourself, you stood up, feeling nauseous when the ship lurched forward. You stood as still as you could, waiting to see if it would make any more sudden movements. When you thought it was safe, you walked across the ceiling of the upside-down ship to the control panel.

“Ship,” You called, hoping it might respond. “Rod-Pod? If I say I’m Rodimus will you wake up please?”

The ship didn’t respond. You had hoped it might at least send out a warning or an error code or something, but it seemed completely destroyed. You didn’t even think there was any power left in it since the screen and lights were off.

You remained perfectly calm as you kicked at the ship’s entrance, taking a few goes before it broke open. You stumbled out into a desert comprised of fine white sand wherever you looked.

“Great, I couldn’t have landed in a city or near a town. No, I had to land on fucking Tatooine.”

‘Ugh,’ You thought dismally, ‘More like discount Tatooine. At least real Tatooine had some buildings…somewhere.’

Still, you were Cybertronian now. Maybe somewhere in your brain was instructions to repair the Rod-Pod. You looked at the crashed ship, noting for the first time that the exterior was on fire. There was no way in hell you were repairing that.

Trying to hold onto your previous sense of serenity, you thought about how Whirl had taught you to bring your optics online during your previous panic attack. If making a call was anything like that, maybe you could call Swerve. You hoped you could. Not only were you in need of rescue from the desert planet, you also needed him to know you were sorry, that you still loved him, and most importantly, that you would get back to him, no matter what.

“If Marlin the fish can get his son from a dentist in Sydney, I can do this. Uh, body, call Swerve,” You commanded.

Nothing happened.

“Please, call Swerve?”

You closed your optics and pictured your old communicator as well as Swerve’s face. ‘Please… I need him. Please don’t cut him out of my life.’

You grew both frustrated and upset when several more attempts at calling your husband didn’t work. What if it was the dent in your head causing interference? Or maybe you were too far away from Swerve for anything to happen? Was that possible? You had never thought to ask Swerve how his body worked; it had simply never come up in casual conversation. Suddenly a truly dreadful thought hit you. What if word of your departure had reached him already? He wouldn’t think you had left him, would he? He wasn’t the most stable bot at the best of times, and you knew the way his separation anxiety and fears of being inadequate could course him to self-destruct.

“CALL SWERVE!” You screamed at yourself, fearing for his well-being. “NOW! I- I need to know that he’s safe. Please…” You fell to your knees, crying and holding your head in your servos, “Please, call Swerve.”

Once again you were left with nothing but the deafening silence that surrounded you on the barren planet, but you weren’t ready to give up. At least, you thought you weren’t until you heard the rumbling of engines. Looking to the horizon, you saw five vehicles that looked like quad-bikes in the distance, the riders of which were hidden under white body armour.

Venting air through your systems in a manner that simultaneously soothed you and freaked you out, you decided to take a long walk away from the Rod-Pod. You had heard tales of the scavengers that lived on barren planets. They had probably been travelling since you crashed, hoping to steal whatever was left over from the ship. Yet, as you moved further to the left, so did the bikes. You continued moving further away from the Rod-Pod, but the bikes changed course to match yours. You prayed that they were coming to your aid, yet as they got closer, you saw the giant crossbows come up from the vehicles subspaces.

If you were still human you would have broken into a sweat. As a Cybertronian you couldn’t do that, but you still had your fight and flight response to work with. You ran. Every so often, you would risk a look behind you, hoping that you would be able to scan one of the vehicles and transform. As with your earlier attempts to call Swerve, nothing happened when you tried to transform. The only thing you did find from occasionally looking back was that the organics chasing you weren’t actually wearing white body armour; they were the armour, so to speak. You supposed it had to be some kind of exoskeleton, stretched over long bony limbs that stuck hideously outwards.

You kept on running, putting all the power in your new legs into fleeing the monstrous organics. What had started off as the Star Wars experience had quickly turned into a bad remake of Mad Max: Fury Road.

You wished that having a Cybertronian body could have been as easy as having a human body, but apparently without instructions or a mentor, you were useless. You couldn’t call for help, you couldn’t transform, and worst of all, you couldn’t outrun your hunters. That much became clear as you saw them gaining in your peripheral view. What you didn’t see was the two quadbikes behind you aiming their crossbows for your arms, though you soon felt it. Screaming in pain, you fell to your knees.

Although it was probably futile, you fought the waves of searing hot pain, forcing yourself back up and facing off against your eerily silent attackers. You pulled against the barbed hook in your left arm, trying to remove it. However, no amount of brute strength could save you from the electrical charge that both crossbow bolts emitted, coursing through your systems to temporarily shut them down. This time, when you fell to the ground, you didn’t get back up, and the raiders were free to claim you as their prize.

Chromedome pelted down the hallway, making his way to Swerve to tell him the partially good news. He couldn’t wait to see Swerve’s face when he told him that you hadn’t left him and it was only going to be a matter of tracking the Rod-Pod’s trajectory to find you and bring you home to him.

Without even bothering to knock, Chromedome burst into Swerve’s hab-suite, shocked to find Swerve holding a gun to his own helm. As quickly as he had entered the room, Chromedome wrestled Swerve to the table, which wasn’t too difficult considering how much smaller Swerve was compared to Chromedome.

“WHAT ARE YOU DOING?!” Chromedome yelled in a panic.

“GET OFF ME!” Swerve cried out in a mix of anger and pleading. “I NEED TO DO THIS!”

“NO, YOU DON’T. YOU NEED TO KNOW ABOUT (Y/N).”

“DON’T! Don’t Mention her name please,” Swerve voice fell to a whisper and he stopped struggling against Chromedome, though he still reached for the gun which was only a short way from his grasp. “I failed her, Chromedome. I failed her and she hates me. My wife… My wife hates me.”

Chromedome had been to the emotional prison that Swerve was trapped in many times before. He had lost count of the amount of times that he had visited relinquishment clinics on Cybertron, preparing for the day he might snuff out his own spark. He knew from those experiences that Swerve wouldn’t just believe him if he told the truth about you. Instead, Swerve would think it was all an elaborate lie to stop him from ending his life. That left Chromedome with the problem of what to do.

Without thinking about it, Chromedome held Swerve down more firmly, releasing his mnemosurgery needles from the tips of his fingers. He told himself he was doing this for Swerve. After all, he was only planning to remove the memories of your departure until Swerve was in a safe place for him to explain everything. If Rewind was there, he would have told Chromedome that he was only doing it for himself, and that mnemosurgery was both addictive and evil; Primus knew they had had the argument enough times in the past, but if Rewind wasn’t around to see it, then it didn’t matter if Chromedome fell back into old habits and performed one tiny memory rewrite, did it?

“What are you doing?” Swerve asked, feeling the panic rise inside him. He began struggling again, babbling as he did so, “Chromedome, did I hear a shunk? I distinctly heard a shunk. Was that your needles? You can’t rewrite my memories. I don’t deserve to live for what I’ve done. CHROMEDOME, I MEAN IT! DON’T YOU DARE CHANGE ME! DON’T YOU DARE!”

“Shhh,” Chromedome hushed the mini-bot in a tone that was supposed to be comforting but sounded only menacing to Swerve. “It’s all going to be all right. In a few minutes, it will all be over.”

There was a quiet knock at the door, followed by Rung’s soft voice, “Swerve, are you in there?”

Chromedome cursed and covered Swerve’s mouth. Seeing the needles that were to wipe his memories only made Swerve panic more, and he was afraid that he might purge his tanks, even if his mouth his covered.

Rung continued speaking, used to being met by the silence of his patients when they had been through something traumatic, “I was just finished with work today and I thought you might like some company.”

Throwing his head from side-to-side rapidly, Swerve managed to shake Chromedome’s servo loose, “HELP! HE’S GONNA RE-WRITE-”

Chromedome pushed Swerve’s helm into the table, and whispered in his audial-receptor, “I’m helping you, idiot.”

But it was too late for Chromedome, Rung had heard enough in that cry for help and had used his all-access pass to enter the hab-suite. He took everything in, made a note to work with Chromedome to save him from his mnemosurgery surgery addiction, and called security all in the space of under a minute. For now, Swerve was safe and alive, though Swerve knew it wouldn’t be long before his second attempt to journey to the afterspark.

You woke up in a metal cell and you didn’t have to touch the bars to know they were electrified; evidently, you new body had better hearing than your previous one, allowing you to hear the hum of a strong electrical current. You wondered whether you should call for a guard to see what they were going to do with you, but what was the point? You would probably find out soon enough anyway.

Sitting up in the corner of the cell, you examined the damage to your arms. You had always thought that Cybertronians didn’t feel much pain compared to humans, but evidently you were wrong. The only difference between the two species was how resilient Cybertronians were. Whoever your kidnappers were, they knew how to get past Cybertronian resistances.

You heaved a sigh and winced as you put your arms down. You thought about trying to call Swerve again but decided against it. He was probably trying to call you, and if he couldn’t do it then you had to be too far away.

‘Swerve…’ You thought of him and all the ways he made you happy. Being without him since the first time you were married only made you morose as you sat with nothing but the hum of the fence to keep you company.

This could be the last night of your life before it came to an untimely end. With that in mind, you thought of Swerve and started to sing.

“I'm sticking with you,

Cause I'm made out of glue.

Anything that you might do,

I'm gonna do too.”

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winchesterxxi · 3 years

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FAQ

If you’re looking for some guidance before submitting a request, here is a post with some helpful information!

WHO I WRITE FOR

Any male from the Star Wars Universe (Prequels, OGT, Sequels, Clone wars,The Mandalorian, etc.)

TYPES OF CONTENT I WRITE

One-Shots

Series

Drabbles

Headcanons

HOW I WRITE

With afab, female or gn!reader insert (I normally just write “Character x Reader” on the title but can/will specify if requested)

Always in a 2nd person POV

Reader physical descriptions are kept to a minimal to be as inclusive as possible

GENRES I WRITE

Angst

Fluff

Smut

NO’S

Non-Con

Daddy!Kink

Mommy!Kink

Pregnancy Angst/Fluff/Smut (Breeding!Kink is welcome tho, I just have an overall aversion to pregnancy and childbirth)

Character x Male!Reader (I can always recommend writers who do so)

Extreme sub/dom relationships (subspace, etc)

#FAQ #Winchesterxxi #Star Wars

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anakinsangel-a · 2 years

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𝐛𝐞𝐝𝐭𝐢𝐦𝐞 ➸ 𝐀𝐧𝐚𝐤𝐢𝐧 𝐒𝐤𝐲𝐰𝐚𝐥𝐤𝐞𝐫

pairing: Daddy!Anakin + Sub!Reader.

plot: Reader is fussy and tired and Anakin knows just what to do.

Warnings: Fluff, ddlg relationship, daddy and sub, cute couple?

Something you haven’t been able to do in a while was simply be with the man you loved, just sitting in his presense so far into subspace you would forget what you were saying but you were gifted with that now, so you decided to use your time wisely.

Anakin sat on the couch in the sitting room, your legs draped across his legs and head leaned against his shoulder. You watched the holo cartoons in front of you, as did he, no matter how ‘boring’ it seemed in the moment, sure, he didn’t think that it was very interesting but he didn’t mind, he just liked to spend time with his angel, something he wasn’t able to do when on missions or away from home.

The first thing Anakin noticed was when you went limp for a few seconds, maybe even minutes before quickly jumping yourself awake once more, it was obvious that you were tired but he thought maybe if you kept there, you would eventually fall asleep and he could simply carry you to bed, something he often did when the two of you were up late watching holo cartoons. Anakin liked to break rules but he didn’t like you doing the same, still, that didn’t mean he wouldn’t bend them for you now and again. He was sure your bed time was ages ago but you looked too comfortable and happy to be there than to move you, so he let you be.

Then came the long blinks, the way your eyes looked so utterly heavy while you leaned all your body weight on the man next to you, of course he didn’t mind, to him, you were as light as a feather and he loved when you basked in his attention, allowing him to carry you wherever he wished, but that didn’t mean he wasn’t slightly concerned. It was as if you were in and out of conciousness and he was beginning to think that it would have been a better idea to simply let you sleep in the bedroom.

When finally, all your antics stopped, he looked down at you, peering to your face where he saw you cuddled up in his neck, eyes shut and slow breathing. He immediately knew what to do, He tried to scoop you up as gently as he could, however, you immediately fussed, tugging at his sleeve to make him stop. “Shh, angel, it’s bed time now.” He tried, however you were having none of it, you weren’t usually a brat and he knew this mood was only being excused because the reason you didn’t wish to move was because you wanted to spend more time with him, now he was torn, he knew you wouldn’t be able to stay up all night but you were oh so hard to say no to.

“But wanna spend time with you daddy.” Was all you muttered, beginning to wrap your arms around him.

“I know,” he murmured back, pressing a kiss to the halo of your hair. “But you need your sleep, we can watch cartoons another time.” And then he switched the hologram off, earning a whine as tears sprung to your eyes, he would have been worried if he didn’t know how tired you were, you were often like this when in a sleepy state, almost crying over anything and everything, he only shushed you by cooing, picking you up in his arms bridal style.

You accepted the fact that Holocartoons were over but that didn’t mean you were going to get away from your daddy any time soon, no, you simply clung to him like a koala on a tree, holding onto his neck and nuzzling your head in as far as you could. It wasn’t long until your light sleep took you over once again, due to your already hazy mind. Anakin tried his upmost best to be as quiet as he could, making his way to the bedroom before opening and closing the door with the force, you still wrapped up in his arms.

Slowly, he walked towards the bed and set you down on the bedsheets, beginning to pull away but you didn’t let him get far enough to do so. You simply whined once more, even going as far as letting out a whimper as you clutched to him, holding him close. “It’s okay, it’s okay, what’s wrong baby?” You weren’t too sure how to respond, you weren’t too sure you could, too far into your headspace to really even process what was happening, not to mention the sleep eating at you.

“Wanna sleep with daddy.” You whined once more earning a hum of agreement, this was just the thing he thought fit. He didn’t wish to part from you, seeing as you were in no mood to do so and even if you were, it wasn’t as if he ever wanted to be away from his baby and who was he to deny such a simple request?

“I think daddy can sort something like that out, yeah?” You lazily nodded into his neck while he lifted the sheets, getting into bed next to you. It didn’t even take seconds before you were practically on top of him, head on his chest while your arms laid on his upper half, pulling him as close as you possibly could, he did the same, his hands resting on your waist.

Your chest began to rise and fall slower as your breathing shortened, you knew you were going to fall asleep for good this time, at least now because you were wrapped up in your daddy’s arms, away from everything else and able to fully relax. “G’night d’ddy.” Your words muffled into the skin of his neck, he still heard, wrapping his arms around you more as he placed a kiss to your forhead.

“Goodnight, princess.” And just like that, you let sleep take over.

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mykinkyyandere · 3 years

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Dumb Little Angel

AO3

Part 2 (Final)

Pairings: Yandere! Anakin Skywalker X f!Reader

Summary: Anakin punishes you for trying to escape.

Warnings: Smut, spanking, stomach bulging, treating the reader like a dumb toy, kidnapped reader

A/N: No one asked, I just wanted to write it to relieve my stress before writing the next request.

"Are you a bratty little angel?" He whispered in your ear as he fucked you. "Are you a dumb little baby?"

You hugged his neck tightly as you whimpered. He was tearing up your small, tiny pussy with his thick, veiny cock. Tears were flowing from your eyes.

"You're too tiny to take my big fat cock, aren't you? I'm too big for you, aren't I?

He smacked your cute, soft butt hard. "You tried to run, huh? You tried to run away from me?" He smacked you again and made you scream. "You can't escape from me, my angel. You're mine. My dumb little angel."

You were holding onto his neck with all your might as he fucked you hard. "Ahh.."

"You're so dumb for my cock aren't you? My little baby angel is so dumb right now."

You threw your head back as your eyes rolled back. Saliva was dripping from the corner of your mouth. "ahh..hh"

Anakin laughed at your incredibly seductive expression. "My little angel is so fucking dumb for my cock. Yeah, yeah baby... Cum for me."

He made you scream by smacking your butt hard. "Cum around my big cock, or else I'll fuck your delicious little ass."

You didn't want him to be in your little ass, that was scary. You were so lucky he didn't punish you by fucking you in the ass. Fortunately, he thought you were too weak for that. He didn't want to hurt his little angel with such a thoughtless act. After all, you were just a poor, dumb, little angel. Anakin loved it. He loved to be in control. He loved the way you looked at him with those big, naive eyes. He loved you needed a big and strong man like him.

He was about to cum as he attacked your lips and neck. Your stomach was bulging as he fucked you hard. He was huge.

Your moans filled the whole place as his hard hits made you cum. You were shaking like crazy.

"Yeah, my fucking dumb little pussy..." He came inside you as you clenched tightly around him. You could feel his big cock twitch. "You're my fuck-doll aren't you?"

As you moaned completely messy under him, he pulled himself out of you and turned you around. "I'm gonna spank that pretty little ass of yours before we start our fourth round. I'm gonna teach you there's no escape from me, my dumb little angel."

Part 2 (Final)

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mykinkyyandere · 3 years

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An Unsuccessful Escape Attempt

AO3

Pairings: Yandere!Anakin Skywalker X Scared f!Reader

Warnings: kidnapped reader, subspace reader I guess, sexual implies, obsession

First post, I'm anxious 🦫

"Where do you think you're going, princess?"

After watching her ten minutes of unsuccessful escape attempts, Anakin decided to break his silence. How cute she was. So panicked, trembling as she tried to escape.

He took a few steps towards her. "Don't you know how to behave? Or do I have to teach you?"

Now, she was trying to disappear at the corner of the wall. Arms were on her chest, hands were fisted, covering her chin, legs were bent as close to her body as possible, frightened and tearful eyes, soft and delicious sounds...

"Don't you think you deserve a punishment?"

Her eyes widened. "'m s-sorry... p-please..."

Anakin moved closer. "No princess, you can't say you're sorry because you're not. You're saying that because you're caught. You'll try to escape again when you get the chance."

He looked at her terrified expression. She was so timid that it was driving him crazy. So defenseless, so afraid of punishment, so afraid of him... He could do whatever he wanted to her. She couldn't go against him. Damn, no one in the galaxy could go against him.

He took a few more steps. Their legs were touching now. She raised her head in fear. Looking at him with her big watery eyes.

Anakin took a deep breath. His pupils dilated. She was so seductive.

His voice deepened. "I think I should train you."

She shook her head immediately. "N-no, please d-don't I..."

Before she could finish her sentence, Anakin kneeled. His huge body was higher than hers. He put his fingers on her chin and forced her to look into his eyes.

"I think you need a good training." His eyes were scary, his lips slightly lifted, a playful expression on his face. Poor little thing... Completely at Anakin's mercy.

"N-n-no, p-please..." At this point, she broke off and started to sob. Anakin grabbed her arms to lift her up. Ignoring her fearful reactions, pulled her into his arms. Swung her legs over the sides of his legs and laid her face on his shoulder. Then whispered in her ear while stroking her hair.

"Shh, don't worry angel... You'll just take everything I give you like a good little girl, okay? I'll take care of everything."

As she tried to plead through her cries, he suddenly pulled her from his shoulder. Wrapping his arms around her back, one of his hand behind her head. He looked into her eyes. Lust on his face, the confidence and arrogance of holding power, obsession...

"Angel" He whispered looking at her lips.

Her arms were on her chest, hands were fisted again. Lower lip was trembling, cheeks and eyes were wet with tears, all her weight in Anakin's strong arms.

Everything was feeding Anakin's sickly pleasure.

He smiled slightly. "What is it? Are you afraid princess?"

She nodded slowly. Anakin chuckled.

"Aww... but didn't you think when you try to escape you'll get punished? Or is it too much for your pretty little head of yours? But don't worry, my sweet angel. That's why I'm here. You see, you can't make decisions on your own. You need my protection. You need me. Do you understand?"

He tilt his head and tried to confirm whether she understood as if she was having trouble understanding.

She was staring at him with her big watery eyes, looking hypnotized. Anakin sighed. "Maybe you don't understand now, but that's okay. All you need to understand is that you're mine. You don't need to understand anything else and tire your sweet little head."

Anakin pulled her back onto his shoulder, and she wrapped her legs around his waist as he stood up. Putting one arm under her hip and the other behind her head, he made his way to his quarters.

"Take a nap for now. You tired yourself a lot, my poor little angel."

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mykinkyyandere · 3 years

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I Can Protect You

AO3

Pairing: Yandere! Alpha!Anakin Skywalker X Omega! f!Reader

Summary: A vulnerable omega trying to get rid of an alpha following her.

Warnings: Stalking, hurt reader, a/b/o dynamics, kidnapping, manipulation

Her lungs were burning from the cold air. Her legs were struggling to support herself. Her feet were hurting so much. She wasn't sure how long she had been running. Not much, maybe five minutes. But it was the best she could do. She didn't know where she was going. It was dark.

When she realized she could run no further, stopped and sat under a tree and looked around, trying to catch her breath. Alone in the forest. At least she hoped she was alone.

She was trembling all over as tears washed her face. What would he do if he found her? Would he hurt her? Even if she had eluded him, she had lost her way, didn't know where she was. Even if she knew, it didn't really matter.

Because she had no home, she had no one. Once an old woman took pity on her and took her into her home. But then she kicked her out in the middle of the night. She was wearing only a worn, thin dress and old socks. Old woman hadn't even let her wear the shoes she gave her. She sobbed at her door and begged, but the only result was that she opened the door and pushed her with all her might.

"I told you to get out. Get out!"

Then she slammed the door in her face and left her there as a crying mess. She was hurt, didn't know what to do and scared. As she sobbed on the ground, she smelled an alpha scent. His scent was so sharp that she forgot everything and started running as fast as she could. Didn't know where she was going.

...

She sat quietly under the tree for about ten minutes. Couldn't see anything through the darkness, and there was no sound around. Maybe he didn't follow me, she told herself. Maybe he was there by accident and didn't even notice me.

She slowly stood up from the ground as her arms wrapped around her body. She was so cold, wished she had a fire to warm herself to.

She took a good look around, trying to suppress her sobs and tears as much as possible. Then there was a red glow. Did someone really light a fire in here? But who would light a fire at this hour?

She moved slowly towards it, couldn't think that it wouldn't make sense to have a fire in the forest at this hour. She was so scared, so cold, needed protection.

She walked until there were only a few meters apart. Only then she realized that it wasn't a fire. It was a… lightsaber.

As she slowly stepped back, the rest of the lightsaber appeared from behind the large tree, along with a scary man holding it.

Without a moment's hesitation, she started running in the direction she had come from. But before she could get far, he grabbed her by the arm and pulled her towards him.

"Let me go! L-let me go!" He leaned in and whispered in her ear as she sobbed. "As much as I want to hear every sound you make, you must be quiet now, sweet omega."

With large steps, he began to walk, a lightsaber in one hand and her weak arm in the other.

"No, l-et me g-go! My feet... Help!"

Frustrated by her cries, he stopped suddenly and pulled her between him and a tree. Grabbed her chin with his big hand and forced her to look at him. "Little omega, listen to me. Don't you want a strong alpha to protect you, take care of you? What will you do alone on the street? Homeless, no food, no protection... Tell me, sweet omega, don't you want me as your protector? I'm so strong, so powerful. I can protect you."

She hesitated for a moment. If she stayed with him, he would protect her, he would help her. She had nowhere to go anyway.

"You will live the best life if you become my omega."

He closed his lightsaber and gently took her in his arms. "Do your feet hurt?" He asked even though he knew how she felt.

"Yes." She wiped the tears from her cheeks with her icy hands.

"Don't be afraid, darling. I'll take good care of you when we get home. Then you can build yourself a cozy nest. With the softest, best quality items. How does that sound?"

"Okay..." She replied with a trembling voice and rested her head on his chest as the comfort of the alpha scent began to wrap around her. Maybe it was best to go with him.

"That's it, good girl." He said when he started walking fast.

"The strong alpha will protect his little omega, right, my sweet little omega? You're my omega, aren't you?" He asked in a deep voice, taking in her scent.

She replied in a weak voice before falling asleep with his sharp scent. "Yes alpha."

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mykinkyyandere · 3 years

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Hey, Hope you’re having a great day can I request an arrange married w/ Prince Anakin, the reader doesn’t care that much for him but she does like him enoughto a decent conversation, A good partner when it comes to decisions for her their kingdom she just wishes she married somebody she loved. And Anakin is just 😍 so happy. Makes u wonder… did he have something to do with this arrangement? I mean your parents were fine with letting you rule the kingdom by yourself, I wonder what changed their mind when your parents? Thank you

Little Princess

AO3

Pairing: Yandere! Prince!Anakin Skywalker X Princess! f!Reader

Summary: An unexpected marriage with a strange prince

Warnings: Forced marriage, obsession, clg or ddlg kink

A/N: Hi 💜 Thank you so much, I hope you're having a great day too! 🌟

You were talking to your family while the wedding preparations were being made in haste. "Why do you insist so much on me marrying a Prince? I don't even know him."

"Honey, it's for the good of our kingdom. He's a very well-bred gentleman. He'll take good care of you." Said your mother, trying to look happy. You could tell she was nervous.

"You didn't even ask me. The wedding preparations are being made and you didn't even ask me." Tears were in your eyes and you couldn't help the trembling of your voice. "How could you not ask me? How could you make the most important decision of my life for me without asking me? You weren't such people."

"Honey, be sensible-"

"No! Don't talk to me about being sensible. When is the wedding ceremony? Or are you going to hide it from me too?"

"Tonight."

"Tonight?" Your eyes widened, voice became shrill. "Are you saying that I'm going to marry a prince I know nothing about tonight?"

You looked at your father. "So sensible decision for someone who talks to me about being sensible."

"It'll be tonight at the Prince's request."

"At the prince's request? Since when does a king accept a prince's request so easily?"

"That's enough. The marriage will be tonight." Your father left the room, leaving you alone with your mother.

"Mother? Please tell me the reason for this marriage." You looked at her with pleading eyes.

"He's a great guy for you. You'll be so safe with him."

"How do you know he's a great guy? How do you know I'll be safe with him?" You shouted.

"I just know." She left the room without responding to anything you said, and then came the maids to prepare you.

It was almost night when the preparations were completed down to the smallest detail. Your mother came to check on you. She took a deep breath when she saw you dressed in white.

"My daughter... you look so beautiful."

You didn't answer. You didn't say anything.

When it was time for the ceremony, you couldn't hold back your tears. There was no one around, even your family. One of his strange requests.

You started walking slowly with trembling hands. It was strange, it was against tradition. It was a marriage never seen before. On a beautiful full moon night, when no one was around, you were marrying a prince about whom you were never told a word, no matter how hard you begged.

You finally stopped right in front of him. He immediately grabbed your hands and pulled you closer. You could only stare in surprise at his sudden movement. Then he brought a hand to your face and wiped the tears that were running down your cheeks. "You look so beautiful."

You didn't answer, you just let more tears fall down your cheeks.

"I wanted the wedding to be held alone so you would feel comfortable. Isn't it better when there's no one else, it's just us?"

You bowed your head but he put his fingers under your chin and forced you to look at him. "I'll take good care of you, you know that right?"

"I don't know anything about you." You said in a trembling and hoarse voice. "I found out today that I'm getting married and I don't know anything about you. I don't even know your name." You cried.

"Shh... Okay, it's okay. Come here." He pulled you towards him and laid your head on his chest. Started massaging your neck with one hand. "My name is Anakin Skywalker. In time you'll get to know me and get used to me."

After a while, he pulled you back and grabbed your shoulders. He gave the order for the ceremony to begin, while his intense gaze swept over every corner of your face. All you could do was cry until it was all over. Anakin constantly cleaned your cheeks and said that everything would be fine.

You were in your chambers after the ceremony. You started to shake, scared what was going to happen. But Anakin took your hands and made you sit next to him. Then took your face in his hands and looked into your eyes. "Don't be afraid. It won't happen unless you want it to."

He smiled, hoping it would be reassuring. But he looked too excited. "I don't want you to be scared of me. I want you to know that I'll always protect you. Let's get ready and sleep now, okay?"

You nodded, a little relieved.

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As the weeks passed, you started to warm to Anakin. He made sensible decisions for the kingdom and he was fair, people loved him. His behavior towards you was also so caring. He was always checking your health, making sure you were happy. The way he spoke to you was always so soft, so tender. You loved him but only as a friend. Marriage wasn't starting to sound so bad after a while. But as time passed, his behavior started to change. It was as if he was starting to show his strange feelings towards you as you trusted him. Every time you tried to tell your family they would shut you up and talk about how nice he was.

"Darling!" Anakin called out when he saw you.

You're used to him constantly calling you various pet names. He loved you, he never hid it. Expressed how much he loved you at every opportunity, always gave you gifts. He was a caring and responsible husband. But you didn't respond his feelings.

"I've prepared a really nice surprise for you." He kissed your forehead as he reached you. "Shall we go to see?"

"Sure, thank you so much.” You smiled.

"Anything for my beautiful wife."

He wrapped his arm around your waist as he walked. "Are you having a good day, darling?"

"Yes, how's yours?"

"Every day with you is perfect." He leaned and kissed your hair. "Every day I smell my beautiful wife's fragrance is perfect."

You laughed nervously. "Please, I told you this before.

"Yeah, yeah I know. You don't have to respond my love now, and that's okay. We have a long time for that." He smiled and touched your nose with his free fingers.

"Now isn't the time to think about that, is it?"

"Yeah...it's not."

"That's right, little angel." He kissed your cheek.

And there was this. The way he talked to you was too kind. Or... too caring?

When you arrived at the place where the surprise was, you were in front of a door. A new chamber attached to your shared bedroom. "Are you ready, my love? I hope you like it."

You just stared when the door opened. Didn't go in.

"What's wrong my angel? Don't you like it?" Anakin knelt before you and took your hands. Looked into your eyes as he kissed your knuckles one by one. "I'll tell them to change it right away. What didn't you like?" He was watching intently, trying to figure out what you didn't like.

"Do you want to have children?" You asked, looking at the room that looked huge and overly garish. "Is that why you had this chamber prepared?"

Anakin looked confused for a moment. “No…” He laughed lightly. "No, darling, this chamber is for you." He stood up and wrapped his arms around your waist. "A sparkling room for my sparkling princess." He kissed the top of your head and rested his chin.

You stood still as his words took you by surprise. "Why?"

"How else will you spend your time? I don't want you to be bored all day, my angel. Then you become a very grumpy princess."

He sounded so cheerful that it scared you a little. You didn't want to get into an argument with him and left his arms to walk away. "I need some air. Your gift surprised me and I need time to think."

"Of course, princess, I don't want you to tire your sweet mind. Once you comprehend my gift, you can go in and start exploring."

"Exploring?"

"I'm talking about you exploring the room with your curious eyes and cute hands." He laughed and took your hands, brought them to his cheeks. He looked so... happy. A strange excitement, a strange happiness. He was scaring you.

When you tried to walk away, he let go of your hands and grabbed your arm. "Where are you going, little princess?"

"I guess I should ask you a question."

"Let's see what it is?" He frowned and asked with a smile.

"Why do you treat me like I'm in need of attention? Don't you know we rule the kingdom together?"

"Of course we rule together, darling. Why bother your delicate mind with such silly thoughts?"

"Stop talking to me like that. I rule a kingdom."

"Of course you do. Of course you do, my love."

"I told you to stop!" You stamped and shouted.

"Shh... Calm down my angel. I think someone needs a beauty sleep."

"Why are you acting like this? My parents don't believe me either!"

"But honey, what do you want them to believe?"

"You always check what I do, you always take care of me, you always want me not to tire myself and you try to distract me from my duties!" You gasped and took a deep breath.

"Slow down, princess. Talking so fast isn't good for you."

"You're doing the same thing again!"

"But it's not bad behavior you're describing. It all shows how much I love and protect you."

"You're so weird, you act so weird. My family act weird too when they're talk about you. They're so weird from the start. My marriage-" You froze at the thought. "Do you have a hand in making this marriage happen?"

You wanted to walk away but his tight grip stopped you. "It wasn't by the decision of our parents, was it? You wanted it. You wanted to marry me and somehow you convinced my family."

"What's wrong with wanting to marry their beautiful little princess?"

"What did you do to them? Did you threaten them?"

He dragged you into the chamber he had prepared as you tried to break free from his grip. "Why bother your pretty head with such useless details, my angel? I'm the perfect match for you."

"No, let me go!"

"You'll stay in this room until your tantrum is gone. I'll come back and check on you when I think you've had enough. You can calm yourself down by exploring the chamber."

He kissed the top of your head before locking you there. "You'll get used to everything in time, my little princess."

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