Sorry If This Is A Little Much But What About Master!Obi Breeding His Innocent Little Padawn??? Anyways,

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?”

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.

*✧･ﾟ*✧･ﾟ*✧･ﾟ*

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.

*✧･ﾟ*✧･ﾟ*✧･ﾟ*

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.

*✧･ﾟ*✧･ﾟ*✧･ﾟ*

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.

*✧･ﾟ*✧･ﾟ*✧･ﾟ*

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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𝟏𝟐 𝐚𝐦 𝐫𝐞𝐧𝐝𝐞𝐳𝐯𝐨𝐮𝐬 ; 𝐛𝐮𝐜𝐤𝐲 𝐛𝐚𝐫𝐧𝐞𝐬

summary || quick car sex with bucky.

pairing || dadsbestfriend!bucky

warnings || undefined age-gap, finger sucking, fingering, multiple orgasms, unprotected sex, praise kink, breeding kink, fullness kink?? — 18+ ONLY//MINORS DNI

notes || this is just a quick headcanon because i couldn’t get this out of my head hehe

the easy part has always been sneaking around with bucky. the same bucky that was best friends with your father. the bucky that you fell head over heels for and now, you were in the passenger side of his old, restored impala late at night as he had his metal arm on the steering wheel and his warm hand on your thigh. “where are we going?” you asked, turning your head to look at him. his face softened at the sound of your voice, meeting your eyes for a brief second before focusing back on the road. you were in constant awe that it was you that he chose.

“if i told you it wouldn’t be a surprise anymore,” he smirked, squeezing your thigh as you let out a huff of air as you playfully rolled your eyes. the city slowly disappeared in the side view mirrors as bucky drove up to a small outlook you didn’t even know existed. it was quiet, far enough from the city that the honking horns and screeching tires were faint and in the background as you heard crickets and owls instead. “figured we needed to get away,” bucky hummed, killing the engine as he turned your face to his. he kissed you, moving your body into his lap as you positioned yourself comfortably.

the old, sofa like seats were comfortable, steering wheel still pressing against your back as bucky cupped your face. “you look so pretty, baby.” he cooes, cool metal thumb resting on your lip as you part your mouth and bite down on it. you can feel him stiffen under you, “fuckin’ christ.” he groans under his breath as you wrap your lips around his thumb. “my fingers look so good shoved in your mouth,” he purrs, hearing you whimper as he massages your pelvis. you can feel yourself growing wetter, the heaviness in your mouth feels comfortable before his lips are on yours.

he smells like leather and tastes like butter coffee as his tongue swipes yours, your fingers now in his hair—tangling the once neatly styled locks. “can you feel what you do to me,” he growls, pressing his hips upwards so you can feel him growing against you. a gasp leaves your lips, followed by a hushed moan as he snakes his cold hand up your sweater making goosebumps rise in its wake. “my sweet girl, lettin’ me do whatever i want hmm?” he teases, finding your nipples and tweaking them.

you can feel him against your core now, hard and ready as you slowly move your hips over his. the rhythm is set, slow and sweet as his lips are back on yours. “mmm, i can smell you, baby. can smell how wet you are.” he smirks, hand slipping under the shirts you’re wearing. “i think it’s only fair you get my fingers just as wet.” he purrs, slipping them past your lips again as you suck around them—warming them up. when they slip through your folds, an obscene moan runs through you before they’re filling you up. “that’s a good girl, look at how well you’re takin’ my fingers,” he cooes, discovering your praise kink long ago.

your arms are draped over his shoulders, steadying yourself as his vibranium fingers curl deep inside of you. “that feels good, doesn’t it, baby?” he taunts, stopping his fingers as you whine in his ear. you opt for sinking your teeth into his neck, sucking at the skin to keep you quiet as his palm bumps your clit. “you gonna mark me, baby? that what you’re doin’?” he growls, “what’s your dad gonna say when he sees this hmm?” he continues his assault on your core. “gonna have to lie, all while i’m thinkin’ about how your pussy feels wrapped around me.” he groans before he’s bringing you over the edge as you’re making a mess on his fingers.

the windows are slowly starting to steam up before bucky’s gripping your hips tightly to hold you down. “i fuckin’ need you, baby.” there’s desperation in his voice, “need to feel you.” he whispers as you whimper. it’s a tight fit, bucky’s large stature making it slightly awkward as you both bump your head against each other or off the ceiling of the car before giggling until you finally feel him at your entrance. you sink down onto him, his throaty groans filling the silence. “fuck, you’re so tight for me baby.”

you’re unable to think right as bucky moves his hips upwards against yours, the car not tall enough for you to ride him in the fullest sense as you have to grind your hips over his. “just like that baby, you’re takin’ all of my cock—look at you,” he beams, pressing on your lower tummy. “i’m so deep in you, bet you feel so full.” he purrs, watching g the way his cock disappears in and out of your pussy. when he hits that sweet spot, you know it’s over, the pleasure hitting you like a ton of bricks as you fall against his chest.

“gonna fill you up baby, gonna have you so fuckin’ full,” he growls before coating your walls and catching his breath. the windows are so foggy that you can’t see through them, chuckles passing through both your lips as you draw a heart with your finger. when you go to move, bucky just stops you. “just, let’s just stay like this awhile,” he whispers, letting you fall against his chest. “we can worry about everything later, i just wanna be with you right now.”

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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Okay then let’s have some fun with Hunky Sy today!

Ladies...

I have a question...

Do we think that Sy is a loud man in bed...?

sunday anon is getring thirsty and she wants everyone to get thirsty with her....

#sunday anon

Hey sunny,

Sy is definitely a loud man in the sheets. Allow me to explain

pairing: Captain Syverson x you

word count: 423

warnings: smut, lil fluff, explicit, praise kink, Sy moaning, Sy groaning, Sy’s balls, Sy fucking you into next month, creamy peach pie... or peachy creampie? who knows at this point.. IT’S FILTH, ALRIGHT?  ✨🍑✨ 

“’kay, come ‘ere, little lady”

First the filthy praising with which he gets you in the mood as he undresses you

“That’s it, baby. We don’t need no bra ‘ere, do we? There they are, those tasty little tits ready for my mouth.”

“Spread your legs, sugar. Let me see that pretty pink pussy.”

“Sy’s gonna taste you now, honeybee” is the last thing you hear before he gorges himself in your wetness and you lose your mind

Then when he enters you, a deep loud moan vibrates off his thick, hairy chest, which you can feel all the way to the entrance of your womb.

When he fucks you, he's growling, groaning and moaning incessantly, peppering your skin with heady praises between kisses and licks no matter what position he is ramming you in

You can do nothing but gasp for air as he’s pounding you into next week, every stroke filling you up to the hilt, the base of his cock pressing against your clit

When he’s pistoning in your cunt doggy style, his heavy sac is slapping against your drenched clit and folds. You reach back under your belly and press his balls harder against your swollen pearl and it drives you to the brink of ecstasy

“Be a good girl and come for ya man,” he drawls and you finally scream as you erupt in his arms

Sy fucks you through your orgasm and you can hear his breathing getting more and more shallow

Repeated moans spill from his mouth until he slams his cock in you deeper than ever

He grabs your tits with one arm and your neck with the other hand and pulls you up against his chest before he comes with throaty groans

You can feel his cock pulsating deep inside you, pumping you full of his thick cum

“That’s my girl” he rumbles against your ears and he reaches for something behind him

Your face is the picture of a satisfied, content kitten’s before your eyes snap open in shock as you feel him pull something onto your fourth finger

you look down in shock, and gasp, making your core clench around Sy’s still hard cock within the walls of your tender pussy

Bright and softly sparkling, the oval peach sapphire gem mounted on a simple yellow gold band takes your breath away

You look at his face with overwhelmed shock, but he just smiles and nuzzles your neck with his scruffy jaw

“How ‘bout we keep doing this till we’re old and cranky?”

mob bucky going to TOWN on reader in his office (or her giving him head) and he forgets be has a meeting with some people and they walk in but he just keeps going and tells them to sit down i-

warnings: nsfw, 18+, mob!bucky, rough sex, voyeurism, daddy kink, unprotected sex

thank you for reading! please don’t let this flop🥺

“You like teasing me don’t you kitten?” your fiancé asks and you nod, smiling as he squeezes your hips, “I like seeing Daddy all riled up,” you replied, your voice sultry as you run your hand down Bucky’s chest, biting your lip when he growls, it all started when you walked into the empty meeting room, with nothing but one of Bucky’s button downs on.

It was just your luck that there was no one but the brunette in sight, and oh, despite him telling him to give him ten more minutes, you refused, hopping onto his table, leaning down, you loose shirt barely covering anything as you gave him a full view of your breasts.

It was fun, watching as he clenched his jaw, barely being able to take his eyes off you, the last straw was when you said the room was a little too hot for your liking and you were about to remove your shirt when he stops you, gesturing you to come sit on his lap, and you knew then you were in for a ride, not that you minded anyway, after all, you were daddy’s little cockslut and you loved it.

“You gonna take Daddy’s cock like a good girl?” he asks. “I want Daddy to feel good,” you replied watching as lust filled those gorgeous cerulean blue eyes, your legs went weak at the sight of that and all you could do was give in to whatever it was that Bucky wanted. “Gonna take it like the little slut you are, aren’t you baby?”

“Yes,” you mewled, moaning when Bucky slaps your ass, “Yes who princess? You don’t wanna forget who you’re talking to,” he growls as he squeezes the soft flesh.

“Yes Daddy,’ you replied, moaning when he lifts you up, his eyes fixated on yours, those irises filled with lust as he tilts your head, smirking as you look at him innocently, “Such a pretty face, face down on the table angel,” he motions and you did as you were told, wincing lightly as the cool wood stung your skin, biting your lip when he spreads your legs open, giving him a view of your sopping wet cunt and you managed to stifle a moan when he pushed a finger into your pussy, followed by another. 

“Still so tight huh?” he grunts and you nod, whimpering when he pumps his fingers in and out of you a few times before withdrawing them, you could faintly hear the unbuckling of a belt, and you swallowed hard when you felt his rock hard cock press against your folds, teasing you as pushes past them, the head of his cock at your entrance.

“Please,” you pleaded, whimpering when Bucky lands another slap on your ass, “Please what kitten, tell Daddy what you need baby,” he continues, “Please, fuck me daddy, I-I need it, wanna feel Daddy’s cock in me, please,” you beg and that was it took for Bucky to slam into your cunt making you cry out as he stretches you out perfectly, your pussy walls accommodating his length as he did, the brunette barely waiting before he starts moving, thrusting into you.

“Such a dirty cockslut aren’t you?” he growls and you nod, moaning as he digs his fingers into your hips, each time his cock slides back into your warm cunt, it brushed against your spot, and all you could do was take it, your legs growing shaky as he pounds into you over and over again.

“Boss-“ the door opens and shock was painted all over your face as Bucky’s men stood outside, their eyes wide as they watched the Boss of the mob fucking you hard, his fingers carding through your hair as he did.

“You like being watched don’t you kitten, thought you loved the attention,” the brunette teases and your breath hitched in your throat as the men filled the room, you whimper under their gazes, watching as they took their seats at the wide table, your pussy clenching as they watched you, a mess on the table as their boss used you.

“Look at them, princess, you want them to see Daddy fucking you don’t you kitten?’

“Y-yes daddy,” you moan, giving in as Bucky left bruises on your hips, his thrusts growing erratic as he pounds into, tears brimmed in your eyes as you come undone, the effort to stifle your moans failing miserably as you cry out, your orgasm washing over you as you dive headfirst into ecstasy, your body convulsing as you did, your walls clamping down on his cock, the feeling of your cunt pulsating sent Bucky down the same path as he spills into you, coating your walls with seed.

“Better watch where you’re looking gentlemen,” Bucky said, a low growl rumbling from his chest as he pulls out of you, gently helping you up as he settles onto the leather seat, pulling you down and onto his lap, his arm wrapping around your waist securely as he rubs soothing circles on your back.

“Still gonna be a tease darling?”

“It’s fun,” you reply giggling when he presses a kiss to your neck.

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