Look, Dont Touch

Look, Don’t Touch

Pairing: Andy Barber x Female Reader

Word Count: 1.5k

Warnings: Explicit sexual content, voyeurism, exhibitionism, praise kink, vaginal sex, public sex (they’re in a sex club), slight bicep choking, masturbation. This is literal porn without plot. 18+.

A/N: Written for @whisperlullaby’s 700 follower challenge!

I have to thank @sweetkingdomstarlight-blog for helping me with the kinks for this one! I hope you like it Becca! I’ve gifted you with three of our fictional daddies for this one. Even though two of them only play a small role. I wonder if you can figure out who they are 👀

“Look at them. Can’t keep their eyes off that little pussy swallowing up my dick.” He purred, catching the shell of your ear between his teeth, your knees trembling as you tried to remain upright on his lap. “Bet they’d do anything to switch places with me right now, do anything to have such a pretty little slut at their mercy.”

You watched as they stroked their cocks, the hunger they felt for you obvious in the way that they stared. They were fixated as they looked you over, your cunt clenching around Andy’s girth, letting him know just how much you were enjoying yourself. Your eyes glazed over, the blur of the two bodies standing just feet away from you fading slightly.

“Do you think they’ve ever had a girl as precious as you, Sweetheart?” He didn’t want an answer, you knew that. And you couldn’t have given one if you tried, garbled whimpers catching in your throat as he rutted up into your soaking wet heat. “I bet they haven’t. Wanna know how I know?”

All you could do was nod your head before letting it fall back on his shoulder, his open mouth breathing against your cheek.

“I know they haven’t, because my girl is one of a kind. So fuckin’ sexy, body to die for. And this right here,” he reached his arm around your waist, snaking it down over your belly and between your thighs, “this pussy is the sweetest little hole I’ve ever fucked.”

“Andy, fuck.”

He’d always been full of praise for you. In and out of the bedroom. But this? This was something entirely new.

When he’d suggested bringing you to the most prominent sex club in Boston, you hadn’t for a second thought it’d end up like this. The black, velvet couch he leant back into while he fucked you was a far cry from the soft, cotton sheets of your bed.

You had no idea that you liked being watched, liked having him show you off like you were his favourite possession. Yet here you were, grinding down on his perfect length while the two mysterious strangers in front of you enjoyed every second of it.

You watched through half-lidded eyes as the brunette ran the tip of his thumb across his slit, collecting up the pearly drops that glinted in the low light and smearing them down his erection; his steely blue eyes searing into you.

“And these,” Andy reached with both hands to cup your breasts, rolling your nipples around in his fingertips and releasing them with a soft pinch, “I just know wanna get their mouth on these, Sweetheart.”

Your feet braced against his knees, warmth filling your belly, you rose up, sliding back down onto him and winding your hips from side to side. You wanted to put on a show, you wanted them to want you. Knowing you were safe in Andy’s arms, that nobody was going to touch you without his express permission - and he’d never give it - was liberating.

“That’s it,” he encouraged proudly, “show them just how much you love riding my dick. Show them how you work that body.”

You settled your hands on his shoulders behind you, his lips brushing against the top of your spine, fucking down onto him over and over; desperate cries ringing out over the music gently thrumming from the speakers.

Your eyes flitted to the blonde, his muscular biceps straining beneath the confines of his short sleeved, black t-shirt. You could see by the look on his face that he was trying to remain composed, holding himself back from speaking by biting down on his bottom lip. You kept your eyes locked to his sapphire blues, rolling your hips back and forth, Andy’s cock dragging delightfully against your slick, pulsing walls.

“Look at my pretty girl, showing herself off like this. Fuck, that’s it. Show ‘em what’s mine. You wanna talk to ‘em, Sweetheart? Go on, tell them how stretched out you are for me.”

You hesitated, your movements halting for a moment, heart pounding in your chest at the situation unfolding around you.

Bringing your hands forward to rest them on Andy’s knees, you arched your back, smirking slightly at the satisfied grunt that vibrated against your skin as Andy chased it with his mouth.

“He fuckin’ you good, Honey?”

Your heart stuttered, butterflies erupting in your stomach as the blonde spoke. In your new position, you took in the sight of his thick girth, the way his sun kissed hand wrapped around it and tugged slowly. You couldn’t help but wonder how they’d feel on your skin. They looked rough, calloused like working man’s hands, marred with the evidence of manual labour.

Andy’s hips jutted up into you, cock nudging at your g-spot and eliciting a deep moan from your lips. “Answer him, Sweetheart.”

“Y-yes. So good. Always fucks me so good.”

Bouncing back against Andy’s cock, the new angle causing him to hit all the deepest spots inside you, you looked to the brunette.

The way his cheeks reddened made you smile, he was cute. One gloved hand tucked into his jean pocket, and the other lazily stroking himself. He was shy, and it made you want to hear his voice; made you want to tease him.

“Do you like watching me, Sir?”

His hand stilled, pink lips parting a little, and his eyes pupils swallowing the mesmerising blue of his iris’.

You kept your movements slow, enjoying the way his stare travelled, neck craning slightly to take in the sight of your ass backing up on Andy’s lap.

“Y-yes. Don’t stop, Doll.”

It wasn’t a lot, and it certainly wasn’t the kind of praise that your boyfriend was worshipping you with, but the way he looked utterly enraptured by you filled you with exhilaration. You were at the height of pleasure, completely overwhelmed by the tension between the four of you as you took Andy deep inside over and over.

“God, just look at them. Lookin’ like they wanna eat you, Sweetheart.” The mere thought of it had your eyes rolling back, a deep, desperate cry flying from your throat at the image his words conjured in your head. Andy’s fingers pinched at your waist, pulling you from the sordid fantasy swirling in your mind. “Don’t go gettin’ any ideas now, I don’t share.”

One firm bicep wrapped itself around your neck, yanking you back against his chest. One hand rubbing at your clit and forcing you to stay in place while he fucked your squelching cunt with such ferocity, you could barely breathe.

“Come for me, pretty girl. Show them how good I make you feel.” Andy rasped, his breaths ragged as he pounded into you. “Squeeze my dick with that perfect, little cunt. C’mon.”

A sharp slap to your clit had you squirming, bursting at the seams as you chased your release, a tidal wave of ecstasy crashing over your fucked out body -- toes curling, every muscle in your body tensing up and revelling in the bliss that he pulled from you.

“Fuck, that’s good pussy. My pussy. Gonna fill it up, make it all messy. Be dripping down those soft thighs all night, won’t it?”

Andy didn’t relent, continuing his insistent pace, bringing you to the brink of another orgasm in no time. The two pairs of eyes on you grew wilder, their own movements nearing them to the edge of their own climax. Lustful grunts rang out, reverberating through your body, pushing you closer and closer to heaven.

“Keep those eyes open for me.” He breathed, kissing the column of your throat possessively, another show of ownership. “Look what you do to them, about to come all over themselves just from watching you fall apart on my lap.”

Obeying him, his bicep fixing your gaze in their direction, you marvelled at them; cocks swollen and leaking, balls drawing up as they whimpered and grunted through their pleasure. You’d never felt so desired, so utterly coveted.

You couldn’t hide your glee when they erupted. The blonde panting and shooting his load into his palm, chest heaving and a heavy growl emitting from him. You licked your lips at the sight of the pearly liquid in his hand, eyes flitting to the brunette and pussy fluttering at the sight of him; teeth clenched, high-pitched whimpers making your knees quiver.

“Fuck, got all three of us coming for you. Aren’t you a lucky girl?” Andy smirked, his thrusts staggering, one guttural growl letting you know he was right there, filling you up and painting the walls of your overworked pussy with his hot, sticky come.

Your eyes flutter closed, your body collapsing against the soft planes of his chest; allowing him to use your cunt to milk himself dry until he was spent.

You let the atmosphere in the room soothe you, the faint smell of sex heavy in the air, limbs twitching as you came down from your euphoric high. When you opened your eyes again, the two men were gone; leaving you to revel in the afterglow of your obscene acts with Andy.

“So proud of you, Sweetheart. My precious, sweet thing.” He praised, stroking a stray tendril of hair away from your sweat-slicked forehead. He peppered your temple with sweet kisses, hands caressing your ribcage tenderly. “Gonna have to show you off more often.”

A/N: Did you guess them? 👀 Love you Becca! 🖤

You and I Both Know

Pairing: dark!Andy Barber x Reader

Request from Anonymous: “Reader and her family just moved in next door to Andy. He becomes obsessed with the reader and watches her touch herself through his window.”

Warnings: Major age gap (reader in her 20s + Andy in his 40s), voyeurism, smut - masturbation (f & m), oral (f receiving), fingering, unprotected sex, noncon/dubcon initially, consensual later, stalker vibes from Andy, dark!Reader too just to be safe, 18+

Word count: ~2,600

a/n: Oh my.

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Tuning your parents out as you drive, your mind drifts off, dwelling on the fact you never imagined you'd be moving back in with them after college. Four years of hard word, and nothing to show for it except a piece of paper to hang on the wall and a 5-figure debt.

Instead of moving into your own place, you're hauling yours and your family’s belongings to their new house. “A fresh start for us all, I suppose,” your mom joked when you told them you'd be going with them.

Stepping out of the car when you get there, you let out a sigh as you take it in. The quiet suburban neighborhood is in stark contrast to the rowdy college town you resided in for the last four years. Just as you're about to make a smart-ass comment asking where the parties and hot guys are, as if on cue, a man pulls into the driveway next door, and waves as he gets out of the car.

A double take isn't even necessary to notice how attractive he is. He looks to be in his 40s, and he must have a nice job based on how he's dressed and the briefcase he's carrying.

“Hey Andy,” your dad calls out, offering the man a wave in return before walking toward him.

“You know the neighbors already?” you ask, giving your dad a curious look.

“He was around when we looked at the house,” he shrugs.

“He has a son your age,” your mom adds, not-so-subtly winking at you before walking with your dad toward Andy.

“Oh God,” you mutter, following behind them.

As you stand there listening to them make small talk, you have to keep yourself from smirking as you make a mental note of the fact he's not wearing a wedding ring.

Pulling you from your thoughts is your dad’s chuckle. “Sorry, I didn't even introduce you… This is our daughter, Y/N. She just graduated, so she's spending some time with us while she job hunts.”

“Nice to meet you,” he smiles, holding his hand out for you. “I have a son your age-”

“So I’ve heard,” you cut him off, causing everyone to laugh. And you can't tell in the moment, but you're sure his gaze lingers on you for longer than it should.

This is going to be fun.

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It’s the first night when you notice his bedroom window is across from yours. You'll never forget laying in bed, and looking up from your phone at the same time that he walks into his room – your jaw literally dropping as he unbuttons and slips his shirt off, exposing his toned physique. You covertly keep an eye on him until he’s completely undressed, and turns to head toward his bathroom.

“What the fuck,” you whisper, resting a hand on your forehead. Heat spreads across the skin of your chest when you relax your body and realize you’ve been clenching your thighs together.

Less than one day in the suburbs and you're attracted to a middle-aged, divorced father. Nice, Y/N, you think to yourself before closing your eyes, and with a deep sigh, the hand on your forehead travels down to the waistline of your shorts.

An involuntary whimper falls from your lips when your fingers slip under the thin material and brush over your clit, prompting your other hand to fly over your mouth, not needing anyone to hear you.

As you lay there pleasuring yourself, you’re too caught up in the image of Andy between your legs – broad shoulders spreading them and thick fingers teasing you – to notice that he’s peering through his window at you. He truly hadn't meant to watch, but he entered his room again having forgotten something, and there you were with your curtains open just wide enough for him to get a peek. It instantly registers for him what you’re doing when he sees the hand over your mouth and your legs spread, and the sight is captivating.

Noticing your eyes are closed, he stands there watching, his hand reflexively wrapping around his hardening cock. It’s only when your back arches and your body jolts as you come that he quickly scurries back into his bathroom to finish up in the shower.

Once your breathing steadies and you’re able to sit up, you glance toward his window again. Unbeknown to you that he did watch you, a shiver runs down your spine at the thought of the possibility. You bite your lip and roll your eyes at yourself though before cleaning up and trying to sleep.

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You’ve spent the last week now trying to shake the fantasy that's plagued your mind since that night – the thought of him catching a glimpse of you, seeing you touch yourself to the thought of him – but he makes it impossible when you begin noticing the way he watches you through his windows when you're outside the house during the day, not bothering to look away even when your eyes meet his.

If only he would do that at night.

The sheer desire gives you a burst of confidence, you choosing tonight to put on a new lacy shorts and cami set that you haven't been able to show off yet and light a few candles to set the mood. A couple minutes before you know he's due to enter his room, strip, shower, and go to bed, you pull your curtains all the way open and situate yourself on the bed.

Carefully watching him rid himself of his clothing piece by piece, you kick your shorts off and revel in the feeling of the cool air hitting your warm center. Any other time you’d be embarrassed by how worked up you are already, but between anticipating this for the last few hours, or days really, and watching him walk around his room, leaving nothing to the imagination, what’s a girl to do?

Reluctantly taking your eyes off him and laying your head back, you hone in on the daydream you’ve been perfecting the last few nights. Starting at your chest, you rest your hands on your breasts over the silky fabric of your shirt, kneading at them and teasing your nipples with your fingers, all while imagining what it would feel like having Andy’s larger hands on you.

Across the way, before he heads into his bathroom, he glances over like he does every night since the first and does a double take seeing that your curtains are open for a change. Furrowing his brow, his lips slowly turn into a smirk as he makes out what you’re doing in the dim light of your room.

Unashamedly, he takes a seat on the edge of his bed and keeps his eyes on your hand, practically growling as he watches it settle between your spread legs. He mimics your movement, running his hand up his thigh to wrap it around his already-hard cock. As your fingers tease along your slit and begin to circle your clit, he starts stroking himself, mirroring your slow rhythm at first.

The only sound in his room are the low hums of pleasure he lets out as his mind wanders, wondering what it would feel like for your hand to be the one jerking him off, or what noises you must be making right now. A louder groan of frustration rips from his throat when you pull your hand away from yourself and reach for something, him following suit by stilling his hand a moment.

“Come on,” he says quietly, keeping his eyes on you. “Keep going, Y/N.” But his eyes go wide when he sees you’ve grabbed a vibrator. “Oh, fuck.”

Pressing the vibrator to your clit, you thrust two fingers into your now-dripping cunt, chasing the release you know is so close. Watching you finally come undone pushes him over the edge too, his hips involuntarily bucking up toward his hand and stuttering as his release spurts onto his hand and lower abdomen.

Working yourself through your high, your breathing eventually levels out again, allowing you to lift your head up to look out the window. You break out into a cunning smile when your eyes fall on him – his head dropped back, eyes closed, chest heaving, and his hand still on his cock.

Got him.

By the time he opens his eyes, yours are closed again, but the smile is still there. It doesn’t cross his mind that it would be because you saw him watching you.

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That whole routine happens a couple more times, but nothing comes of it. The way he watches you, you would have thought he’d have done something by now in attempt to get you alone. But maybe watching you through the window is enough for him, so you let it go for a few days figuring you’ve done your part.

Lucky for you though, while you’ve been frustratedly waiting for him to make a move, he’s just been waiting for the right time to. And seeing your parents’ car pull out of the driveway from where he’s sitting on his sofa working tonight, he’s found his chance.

Hearing the doorbell ring, you throw on a sweater and make your way there to answer. Slowly opening the door, you have to refrain from looking too excited when your eyes land on Andy.

“Mr. Barber, hi,” you smile.

“Please, call me Andy,” he kindly urges. “Uh, do you guys have any milk? I'm cooking and didn't realize mine had expired.”

“Um, yeah, we should,” you stammer a bit, finding it strange, but you open the door further for him. “Come in, I'll get it for you.”

Following you to the kitchen, he can't help but drop his gaze to your behind, your short pajama shorts not leaving a lot to the imagination. His eyes stay fixed there as he leans against the counter and watches you bend over to look in the fridge.

“So where are your parents?” he asks, breaking the silence.

“Gone,” you answer as you stand up straight, and turn to face him, no milk in your hand, but donning a smirk on your face. “And I think you and I both know that you already knew that.” The corner of his mouth twitches slightly as he looks at you skeptically, but you move closer to stand in front of him. “I've noticed the way you watch me… When I walk to my car, when I get the mail…” You pause before whispering, “Through my window at night.” He looks shocked, still not having known that you'd seen him, and you just chuckle, placing your hands on his chest. “Why do you think I leave my curtains open?”

“You dirty girl,” he rasps, gripping your hips and pulling you toward him so he can finally get his lips on yours. He kisses you roughly, tugging your sweater off you before turning you with him so you're the one against the counter.

“I've been waiting for you to do something about it,” you pant as he drops his face to your neck and hoists you up to sit on the counter.

“You think about me when you touch yourself?” He mumbles the question as his lips continue trailing down your neck.

“Maybe,” you tease, but gasp when he nips at your skin. “Fine, yes,” you sigh.

His lips are dragging across your collarbone when he slips a hand between your legs, pressing two fingers against your clit over your shorts.

“Please Andy,” you beg, breathless.

“Please what sweetheart?”

“I don't know, do something,” you whine. “Anything.”

All he does is laugh at your desperation as he kneels down on one knee, pulling your shorts off for you before situating himself between your legs.

“Oh princess,” he murmurs, kissing along your inner thigh. His thumb teases along your slit, bringing your wetness up to your clit. “You're even prettier up close.”

When he's had enough of teasing you with his fingers, he finally places his hands on your hips to keep you in place as his tongue dips between your folds, licking a few stripes from your entrance up to your clit before wrapping his lips around it.

“Shit,” you sigh, resting back on an elbow, and bringing your other hand to the back of his head, fingers twisting in his hair. As his tongue continues to work at you, you’re rapidly coming undone.

You pull at his hair, and grind your hips against his face, to which he responds by humming, “Nuh uh” and tightening his grip on your hips.

“But I’m close,” you breathe.

Just as you're about to come, he takes his mouth off of you, prompting you to let out an exasperated groan before opening your eyes to look down at him. But he's standing up, a smirk on his face as he pushes his pants down, exposing his erection. Speaking of things being prettier up close, you think to yourself.

One of his hands goes to his cock, stroking himself a few times as his other arm wraps around your middle, pulling you to sit up again. “The only way you're coming is around my cock and when I say,” he tells you through gritted teeth before capturing your lips with his again.

You whimper into his mouth feeling him begin to thrust into you, and let out a choked moan when he breaks the kiss, pressing his lips to your neck again. Once he sets a steady rhythm, his hand slips under one of your thighs and pushes your leg up to allow his thrusts to become even deeper.

“That feel good, huh?” He lifts his head and brings the hand that's on your back to the back of your neck to get you to look at him. “Feel better than that little pink vibrator you like to use?”

“God yes,” you sigh, rolling your eyes back. “I'm so close, please.”

“Yeah? You gonna come already?”

You just nod the best you can when his hand on your neck and repeatedly whisper, “Please.”

“Fuck,” he groans. feeling you clenching around him. “Do it then. Come for me, all over me.”

You hit your peak with a silent moan, eyes rolling back again and your thighs trembling. “That’s a good girl,” he coos, slowing his movements just a bit to work you through it, soothingly rubbing your leg and pulling your head onto his shoulder as you calm down.

You barely catch your breath before he's picking up the pace again, pounding into you harder than before even. Still sensitive, you whine, digging your nails into his back. “Fuck Andy,” you shake your head. “Too much.”

“Oh come on angel,” he teases, a mocking tone to his voice. “I think you've got at least one more for me. This is what you wanted isn't it? So you need to take it.”

“Oh- God, I'm gonna-” But your words are cut off by a high-pitched moan. He has you coming again, calling out his name as you do, and bringing him over the edge with you. He groans in your ear, and you can feel his cock twitch and spill inside of you as his hips finally begin to still.

Both breathing heavy, you stay like that. His hot breath against your neck is about all you can feel in your overstimulated state.

You don't know how much time passes before he speaks up, interrupting the silence you've fallen into. “That better than you imagined?”

“I don't know,” you hum, somehow having the energy to joke with him. “Might have to do it again before I can answer that."

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HAREM ⚡ ANAKIN x READER

18+ 

THIS SERIES WILL CONTAIN: mature themes, smut, dark!anakin, dom!anakin x sub!reader, powerplay, anakin x multiple partners, rough sex, group sex, male x fem, fem x fem, fem!reader, bisexual!reader,

Note: This series will easily be the filthiest thing I’ve written so far, and probably ever will write. It is heavily inspired by and based on the gorgeous song ‘Harem’ by the gorgeously gifted Miguel. I highly recommend listening to the song + also Miguel’s entire discography; it is glorious.

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Fade Into You - Chapter Five

SUMMARY ✦ Your feelings for Vader are starting to become harder and harder to control.

WARNING(S) ✦ a little suggestive, slight nsfw warning

MASTERLIST ✦ Here.

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Sorry if this is a little much but what about master!Obi breeding his innocent little padawn??? Anyways, I’ll just be down here in hell 😌

his cock was buried deep inside of you, and he was just...still.

hovering over you, arms holding him up effortlessly the way a Jedi would — not that it’s a known expression for jedi to be sleeping around. infact, you had no idea someone as seemingly highly devoted to the code as he was could have such urges.

“how does that feel, my sweet padawan?” obi wan cooed with all the patience in the world as if you both weren’t in the most compromising position. you were shaking, knees to your chest with some of his weight on you, lip quivering as you stared down at the way his thick branch of a cock was buried within you to the hilt, making you feel like he was all the way in your stomach.

he had put himself inside you a few times before, telling you that he was teaching you how to feel good in a way that jedis were not typically meant to know — but you could never get over the size of him, splitting you open completely. he told you he wanted to do something different to you today, but so far everything was the same. you stared up at him curiously.

“full up, master kenobi.” you couldn’t control the way your voice wavered but you relaxed, knowing the sound of your excitement only aroused him further; and arousing your master was a good thing, it often came with rewards such as him making you feel good in your forbidden areas. he continued to stare down at your hole stuffed with him, as did you — waiting for his next move.

wanting to impress him, you pushed your hips up to roll on it — the same way he told you to practice on your pillow in the privacy of your quarters, but instantly — as soon as you made the first move letting out an airy whine at the way he shifted inside you, pressing up against something vulnerable his hand freed itself, coming down and roughly holding your hips down— as if the slightest move would set off a separatist bomb.

“no.” he barked quietly, hair slightly tousled from the quick movement and your heart pounded in your chest. “not today, little one.” he scolded and you couldn’t help your lip from wobbling. what did he mean? he was the one that had stripped you of all your clothes and put himself inside of you, and now you had embarrassed yourself by making the wrong move.

“i’m confused.” you whimpered in confession, eyes filling with tears. your private parts were clenching and spasming as if they had a muscle cramp, desperately trying to find something to grip on around his length— but your wetness made it hard to pull him deeper like you wanted to.

soon, he shifted — dragging his length out letting you feel every ridge and vein until the only thing left in you was his rounded tip, still big enough alone to stretch you. you were holding your breath, waiting on him with such concentration you didn’t notice the tear streaking down your cheek. his hand lifted from where he was holding your hip and easily engulfed your cheek — swiping away the loose canon of emotion that betrayed the bravery you wanted to display.

“i’ve got you little one. i’m going to show you something. do you want it?” he asked seriously, and honestly you felt a little nervous. you were so used to your master being sweet and friendly, sarcasm and humour rolling off the tongue without second thought even in life or death situations. now he was above you, asking you if you wanted him with such sincerity and — maker did you want him.

“please. i don’t know what’s happening. i just want all of you, master.” you pleaded shyly, unsure of what to say, not wanting to embarrass yourself again. he leant down and kissed your forehead, beard bristles tickling your nose as he did so and you exhaled shakily, his warm kiss calming you.

“i am going to give you something better than having all of me. i’m going to make you all mine, if that is okay with you of course angel.” he stared deep into your eyes.

“i’m yours. show me, obi wan.” you whimpered and he nodded, briefly looking away to exhale as if practicing restraint. really, he was calming himself — the words ‘i’m yours’ filling him with a primal need to just fuck you deep and hard into the bed. but today was not the day, no.

he rolled his hips a few times, grinding inside of you until his length was again freshly slick with the juices you had produced before he pulled back out to just his tip being inside of you. with that, he began to stroke himself with his large hand, staring down at you.

“master, what are you doing?” you asked, spreading your legs wider as if trying to welcome him in further. you wasn’t too sure how this worked, but this wasn’t what usually happened.

“i am going to fill you up, my sweet — you’d like that wouldn’t you?” he grit his teeth and you swallowed — the pure animosity radiating from him making you clench hard around him, making him hiss, breath stuttering.

“go in further!” you whined, so desperate now that you were begging for him to — to do whatever he usually does that makes you feel so damn good.

“patience my beautiful padawan, i have a feeling you’ll like this. you want me to cum don’t you? fill up that tummy? our child would be so strong, do you understand that darling? the strongest jedi of all.” his tone was gravelly and out of character as he stroked himself harder, a hand pressing down on your tummy now to keep you from squirming. a shaky gasp wracked through you. child? you— you would be banished from the order! surely your master wouldn’t do that to you? did he really want you all to himself?

“master! i — i cant! it’s against the rules i’ll — i’m gonna get in trouble!” you wailed, tears spilling again because it felt so wrong but maker so right. you were cross with yourself, because you had dedicated your life to being a jedi but you wanted him to spill into you. the same way he had done into your mouth one of the first times you had been intimate. what happened to you? you were so pure before, and now you needed him to the point where you were willing to throw away your life’s work for your masters seed.

“shh, it’ll be okay darling. keep clenching for me. always such a good girl.” he hushed, rubbing your tummy and you involuntarily gripped him hard with your walls, squeezing him — your clit exposed from your legs being open burning in the open air, begging for attention in a way you were too naive to express.

“obi! master! please — i — please!” you weren’t sure what you were begging for. to be touched? for him to fill you up? for mercy on your life’s work? before you could work it out, it was too late and he was suddenly shooting inside of you making your jaw hang agape at the feeling of his thick, hot ropes paining your insides. his head was hung, watching himself pump inside of you — emptying himself as you let out a long moan. you could have cum yourself from just the feeling, pussy still spasming around him.

your head dropped back onto the bed. were you pregnant with his child now? you were only given limited knowledge on how it all worked growing up, and now you were scared and your body was tense. however, not long after you were overcome with a feeling of calm and serenity — your intuition speaking loudly and clearly, telling you that obi wan could make sure nothing like that happened with a force stronger than physical. trust in the force, you told yourself. you’d be okay.

he pulled out of you, ripping you from your thoughts feeling suddenly empty and the both of you looked down, panting — your masters jaw setting at the way you were still clenching around nothing. you squeezed, and his thick white cum began to seep out of your poor needy hole, and as your eyebrows shot up at the sight — before you could really even appreciate it, obi wan was scooping up what dribbled out onto the sheets and was stuffing two fingers deep inside of you making you cry out loudly in surprise at the intrusion you had been begging for.

“we are going to keep that nice and deep inside of you, okay sweetheart? nice and deep.” he coped, somewhat reassuring you with his soothing tone that you knew too well, beginning to pump his fingers inside of you and you sobbed at the relief, your master finally scratching the itch inside of you that you needed him to scratch for so long.

“oh maker! master it — it feels brilliant!” you frantically grabbed at his bed sheets, twisting your fists in it as he lazily chuckled at you, upping the pace and fucking his digits into you harder. the noises of your excessive arousal and his cum slapping the air making your cheeks burn at its crudeness.

“how does it feel? to have me so deep inside of you darling? is it warm? hmm?” his voice was but a whisper, leaning down and burying his face into his neck, licking and kissing the sensitive skin. you arched your back into him, nipples budded, being scratched by the rough material of his robes he was still half wearing.

“s—so warm master! why does it feel so good!” you cried with almost panicked embarrassment.

“it can be better.” he pulled his fingers out, both hands on your hips and lifting them, tilting them up so that they were resting on his lap as he kneeled on the bed, suddenly shoving his still hard cock into you, cum squelching out of you at the intrusion. he only pumped in and out a few times and you were exploding into sobs, squeezing painfully hard on his cock as experiencing the most powerful orgasm he had given you so far. you saw a bright white light, letting him fuck you through it until you were gasping for air, almost screaming at the sensitivity. he pulled out, hands beneath you and tilting your hips higher trying to keep his cum inside of you.

you collapsed exhausted on the bed, and your master finally relented — lowering you and sitting back on his heels, catching his breath with messy strawberry blonde locks across his forehead, watching the way he seeped out of your abused hole. he swallowed, with his stamina feeling like he could go again at just the sight, but decided to be kind — as he correctly assumed it was very overwhelming for someone as naive and inexperienced as you to undergo such an intense fuck.

not being able to help himself, his rough thumbs reached forward and spread your folds to look at the mess he made and you jerked.

“master—” you croaked tiredly and he left you alone, crawling up to pull you into his arms, kissing your now ruffled hair.

“it’s okay. you did so well, but you were always one to excel — weren’t you my love?”

The Depraved Damsel ⚰️ Anakin x Reader Imagine

Summary: When you lose the one you love, you’d do anything to get him back.

Warning: angst, dark!reader, major character death/s, disturbing themes.

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It was enough to drive you mad.

Your heart was broken. Your soul, gone. Your happiness was but a memory, now.

At first, the nights were never-ending. The darkness felt like it lasted forever, the sunrise always so late. But the cold stayed, no matter what time of year it was. Knowing that he wasn’t somewhere nearby, laughing or smiling, crippled you. Knowing you wouldn’t hear his voice again, telling you how much he loved you, how beautiful you were to him, how he’d be yours always and forever, shattered you.

Anakin died only once, but you died every day that he was gone.

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