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RING-POP

PAIRING. sam monroe x f!reader

SYNOPSIS. sam makes you try a different version of your favorite candy; bigger and bitter.

WARNINGS. NSFW themes (18+), pet-names, cursing, dirty-talk & too many puns (i swear this punk cannot shut up), name-calling (brat, dumb girl), brat-taming, degradation, slight dacryphilia, perv!sam, clueless!reader, oral sex (m! receiving), face-fucking, bondage, slight slapping (with a belt, with his cock), hair-pulling, sexualising food?

SMACK, SLURP, POP. the sounds filled sam’s humid room. his brow furrowed further, a look of disdain washing over his pale features at the noise. the videogame in front of him needed all his heed, but it seemed like his brat, bambi, demanded some of that attention, too.

“stop that,” he groaned, frustrated. the sound of his thumbs assaulting the buttons on his controller should’ve been all that was heard, had you not been deep-throating the candy sam made the mistake of getting you. “what— i’m just having my candy,” you whined before continuing, “—and besides, if you have a problem, why don’t you let me sit away from you—” he was quick to shut down that idea, gripping the flesh of your thighs. maybe sam was in the wrong for getting you the cherry ring-pop, your favourite, and maybe it wasn’t the best idea to have you perched on his lap, sitting comfortably (cluelessly) on his aching boner, but in his defence, he just wanted to feast his eyes on the sight of your plump lips wrapped around the toy candy, sucking and slurping, just as you are now like the good girl you are, but once he switched his playstation on, the competitive side came out.

you shift to your comfort in his lap, feeling the tent in his pants poke directly into your mound. you had an arm crossed over sam’s neck, bringing the ring-clad finger to your mouth and sucking. at the taste of the sweet cherry juices dripping into your mouth, you groan in sam’s ear.

the sounds traveled straight to his cock, his mind tuning out his reality— the game at hand— just to focus at your skilful tongue, stained red by the candy. “if you don’t quit it—” he sighed, his voice strained. the next thing you know, his character is being obliterated by the enemy. you stifled a giggle, your plan worked.

sam had left you so, so worked up. choosing to take out his frustration with his family on some stupid toy, rather than your willing pussy. ever since that day at the playground, you couldn’t go a day without sam pounding into your drooling cunt. even if it was always him starting it, he got you to finish, and you were forever grateful for it. but today? when you dolled up in all black— tank top and skirt— with red lingerie, he decided to pick up that gaming console and not let go.

“alright, bambi, i’ve had it with you,” he gets up abruptly, causing you to hit the ground and land on your knees. you gasped, offended.

his hands, full of real, crude metal were quick to move, undoing his belt, unlike your delicate hand that was motionless with the toy ring perched on it. the leather of his studded belt flicked across your cheek, causing you to look up at sam through wet lashes. he only smirked at the sight. your eyes flicked to the bulge revealed in his boxers, and now your mouth watered for a taste that wasn’t cherry ring-pop.

“‘like to suck your candy, huh, brat?” he squeezed your cheeks together. “since you’ve been practising in my goddamn ears all day,” he continued, pulling out his cock, “let’s see how good you’ve gotten.” his cock was slapped against the same spot at the belt. you only stared at him through your long lashes, unwilling to satiate when you’re unsatisfied yourself. “come on, bambi, open up,” he squeezed your cheeks again, causing your mouth to gape open. “i can’t guarantee it tastes like cherries, but you’re open to trying sweet-n-salty, aren’tcha?” he giggled, amused at his own snarky comments.

the fat tip of his cock pressed into your plump, gape lips, and instinctively, your tongue stuck out to lick it. “there we go,” sam sighed, ready to return to cloud 9.

you sheepishly swirled your tongue around the bulbous tip of his cock, relishing in the taste of his precum oozing into your tastebuds. oh, yeah, you’ve found yourself a new favourite flavour.

“hands up for me, bambi,” he sighed, breathless already. you oblige, eyes widening when his belt snaked over your wrists, tying them in an unholy matrimony. your hands rested in your lap, preventing you from pleasuring yourself like you intended to. “now, open wide f’me.” you’re obedient, eager to please, for you know if sam’s satisfied he would overlook the ‘punishment’ and stick his cock into you. your pussy flutters at the thought of being full again.

as your throat relaxed around him, you started taking more and more of his length, looking up at him through your lashes to seek his validation, and the mere sight was rewarding. his brows furrowed, a pink flush crept into his pale skin, while his lips were plump and agape, marks of his teeth etched into the skin. “your mouth was made to suck cock, y’know that— my cock. you’re only gonna squeeze my cock with that fuckin’ throat, y’hear?” he nods, authoritative yet cooing, “is my girl understanding me?” so you bobble your head along with length. “fuck yeah, brat. going dumb on my cock,” he moans, and you were eager to illicit more of those sounds.

you relax your jaw, inhale deeply, and let him take charge. when sam realises this, the little devil smirks, running his fingers through your scalp to tug at your hair.

his cock pistons in and out of your throat, your eyes watering and your breath haggard. your pussy clenched around nothing but the flooded dampness of your cotton panties.

“oh, fuck, fuck, fuck, fu—” incoherent grunts and groans filled the room along with the delirious smell of your arousals. “fuuuuck, bambi,” sam’s thrusts got sloppier.

“you know,” he spoke, breathless yet mischievously, “this candy comes with a creamy centre,” he chuckled, grunting as he came undone in your mouth. “sweet n’ salty, yeah?” he stroked his cock, relishing in the sight of his heavy load dripping down your plump lips. you were quick to swallow every drop, selfishly devouring your favourite candy. you wondered if this was gluttony or lust?

when satiated, sam pulled away, tucking his cock away. you, too, get up from the floor, wincing at the pain of kneeling down for too long.

you shimmy out of your clothes, making your way towards his bed. sam sees you in the corner of his eye, an eyebrow irking at your actions, “what do you think you’re doing,” he asked plainly, leaving you confused. “i- you’re fucking me, right?” you had a pitiful look on your face, so eager to chase your own release with his assistance. “like hell i will, dumb girl,” sam scoffed, “brats don’t get pleasure after punishment,” he shrugged coldly, grabbing his gaming console.

he pointed towards his thighs, “sit your ass back down,” you whine, “but i’ll be so boooored,” yet perch on his lap, still.

“—and i finished my ring-pop,” you sigh in frustration. sam chuckles, “don’t worry, i’ll have your new favourite out in a minute,”

“this flavour never finishes, just keeps on coming.”

THIS PUNK—

SEE ALSO. playground [PRELIMINARY FIC]. more of Sam Monroe [MEAN!SAM, BIMBO!READER AND OTHER TROPES].

Warnings: um... smut, inexperienced yet experienced Ani

I slowly make my way into the restaurant where Anakin is waiting for me. The moment his eyes land on me a soft blush colors his cheeks and his eyes seem to sparkle as he drinks in the sight of me. We exchange timid smiles and nervous laughter throughout the whole course. Even though we have been together for almost a month, I guess both of us feel an electric current travel in our veins at the prospect of spending the night together. The date passes by so quickly that soon we find ourselves outside my apartment door.

“I guess this is it,” I say to him as I unlock the old mahogany door.

“I had fun tonight.” He tells me as he shuffles his feet, kicking the air lightly. His expression is hidden as he looks down on the tops of his shoes and he barely glances at me from underneath his glass lenses.

I leave the door open as I draw closer to him. Our faces are just a breath away as I look up to him and smile bashfully before smashing my lips to his. He immediately takes control, he buries one of his hands behind my head and the other latches to my waist for dear life. Our mouths clash together and move as one as our bodies move backwards until my back hits the wall.

The hand that was positioned in my back taps my butt before giving me a boost upwards to wrap my legs around his waist. He lightly presses against me, letting some of my weight rest on the wall as his mouth travels downwards my neck. He sucks at my sweet spot and asks “Is this okay?” before licking the new-forming hickey to take the sting away. My eyes roll backwards at his actions as my breathy answer leaves my lips “Please don't stop.”

He starts rutting his hips, letting his crotch grind on mine. And we both pant as our mouths hang open centimetres away from each other. My hands fiddle with his short soft curls as he starts undressing me by lifting my dress until it pulls around my waist letting my ass draw in the cold from the wall.

“Where is-”

“Second door to the right.”

He chuckles at my answer as he leads us towards my bedroom. Once we are past the threshold he pushes me off of him and my body bounces on the mattress. The freshly cleaned sheets wrinkle from my sudden drop and my mattress dips where Anakin kneels over me, slowly crawling towards my face. Just to kiss me once more before he starts devouring and grabbing greedily at any of my body parts.

He starts slowly by removing my dress and he marks a path with his nose until he reaches my breasts. And once he does, I am a goner. He mouths on the soft sensitive skin that is covered by a lacy bra, thank the Stars for being prepared, sucking harshly leaving deep purple marks in his wake, turning me into a withering moaning mess. My hair tangles as my head tosses and turns and he takes this as a sign of encouragement continuing his path towards my sensitive center. He rubs his finger up and down repeatedly over my panties watching as its color darkens from my arousal. He grabs the waistline and pushes it upwards while his other hands carry on with its movement. Making this delicious friction multiply by tons and making me see stars until I reach the first of the many edges to come.

He rips my panties with a flick of his wrist leaving me exposed to the elements. He trails with one of his fingers my slit, his touch featherless as a wanton moan leaves my lips and my hips lift, grinding on his hand trying to find solstice in his touch. He smirks at me as he lowers his face between my legs. He carefully kisses my thighs and nips at them, waiting to see my reaction, which is a long sigh and wayward hands finding comfort on the plush pillows. He dips down, pressing a kiss before leaving a long swipe with the flat of his tongue. A soft sigh escapes me which he likely deems as the perfect answer.

While wrapping his strong arms around my thighs and pressing his palms on the front of my hips, he drags me closer to his mouth, grinding him greater access to continue his assault.

At this point, he is devouring me like a starved man. His eyes glue to mine, behind the fogged-up glasses that adorn his face, for a second and he full-on smiles as he practically makes out with lower lips. My back arches and my eyes roll to the back of my head as he carries on.

Where did he learn to do that?

A blinding light flashes beneath my eyelids as my high quickly approaches and my legs lock up in place trying to close and capture him in their hold. Yet he doesn't draw away if anything he tries to get even closer as his glasses scratch against the soft flesh of my inner thighs until I come down from my high. I pant like a crazy person trying to catch my breath as if I were being choked.

“How did you…? Why didn't you stop? I could have killed you.” I say breathlessly and he simply smiles as he crawls closer to me. He kisses my neck, paying attention to the hickeys he left previously there as his hands roam my body. He squeezes my ass with one of his hands before it trails downwards to the back of my knee and he positions my leg over his waist pressing his hips in the place I need him the most.

His nose rubs mine as his mouth hovers over mine, which hangs open in a silent cry as he says. “Dying between your legs would be my heaven. This is my new favourite place even when you are choking the very essence of my being with those god damned legs.” Before thrusting into me in one fluid motion and I bit his lower lip in an attempt to silence myself. He stays still for a while letting me get used to his size, not moving an inch before I tell him so. Breathing laboriously he hangs his head as his muscles coil and tense in place trying to hold back.

My hands roam his back and my hooked leg stays in place as I try to lift my lower body using it as leverage to get closer to him and grind against him. That is when he loses any type of self-control. His thrusts are deep and rough, their intensity so big that my whole body moves and my headboard crashes against the wall repeatedly. Leaning backwards, and putting some space between us he is able to see all my reactions as he ruins me and any other type of man for me. Honestly, it feels like heaven and he must agree with the sentiment as well as his movements get more sloppy and his face is buried in my chest as he captures one of my nipples in his mouth. Soon enough an off-white puddle rests between my legs and he kisses me softly before flipping me around and positioning my ass in the air. The atmosphere in the room is filled with great anticipation as well as the distinguished smell of sex but it is broken by the sharp sound of his hand colliding with my ass.

I gasp at the pain but it is welcomed as he buries himself inside me again to the hilt. He flies in and out of me at an animalistic pace as his hand travels up down the arch of my back and rests on the back of my neck as he grasps my hair and buries my face in the pillow, where my noises are being muffled by it. Stars and black dots cloud my eyesight as I approach my peak and Anakin pulls me upright, making my back flush against his muscular front. My head lulls side to side as he holds my lovehandles in a tight grip forming bruises as he bounces me on his lap and he releases a string of curses mixed with my name as he finally comes.

Our spent and exhausted bodies collapse onto the bed and his weight falls comfortably on top of me. Our faces are impossibly close that I feel my eyes cross.

“Where did you learn to do this? I thought you said you were inexperienced.” I whisper to him.

“That doesn't mean that I don't know what my girl likes.”

“But still…”

“Promise you won't laugh.”

“I swear.”

“Well … I kind of watched some…. um … porn. To be prepared.” He says and turns scarlet red.

“Well I'll be damned. Maybe it has finally contributed to something.”

Shy modern!Anakin concept

18+ MDNI

OKAY imagine nerdy and lowkey shy Ani who looks like he's never touched a woman in his life. BUT when him and reader hook up for the first time after dating for a while, he's like a pro (like squirting kinda pro cuz he learned from 🌽). And every so often he'll be like "are you okay my love?" As if he didn't just make her see stars from his fingers and mouth and later his dick . His words are soft and caring, totally contrasting from his actions which are slightly rougher and dominant

Roger Roger.... welcome to Corruson young Jedi. Your life is about to change.... °○•°●

PAIRING: Anakin Skywalker x fem!Jedi!reader

Warnings: this is going to be a multi part series and it's going to be angsty cause I am in my feels. Female reader, Padmé and Anakin were together but had a healthy break up, Jedi reader so forbidden love

This story takes plays in Clone Wars yet many events have been changed (like the meeting of Ashoka and Anakin... don't worry the sibling energy is still there.)

part one: 7 February

part two: 14 February

part three: 21 February

part four: 28 February

part five: 6 March

part six: 20 March

part seven: 27 March

Edit: should I continue this series? Pls let me know

Warnings: this is going to be a multi part series and it's going to be angsty cause I am in my feels. Female reader, Padmé and Anakin were together but had a healthy break up, Jedi reader so forbidden love.

This story takes plays in Clone Wars yet many events have been changed (like the meeting of Ashoka and Anakin... don't worry the sibling energy is still there.)

series masterlist

Anakin and I don't talk about his confession and what happened on the ship. From the moment we landed we were swooped from meeting after meeting. Jedi councils and strategy meetings while reporting about our mission. And in the midst of it all, we haven't been able to spend time with each other or even see each other.

As I walk from one room to another, speed walking in the halls, I feel an arm grab me and direct me behind a huge pillar, letting my back hit the cold marble.

Anakin's body is flushed with mine as his head lowers, leaning in for a kiss. I draw my head back, resting my forehead against his. “Not here,” I whisper.

“Yes, here.” He whispers as his nose rubs mine as he leans down again for a kiss. Again I do not let him, because I know that one kiss will lead to another and eventually our cover will be blown. “I am sorry Ani, I have to go,” I tell him as I slightly push him off me. I regret the motion the moment I make it but I should head to what hopefully will be the last meeting of the day.

“I miss you,” he says as he tries to casually lean against the pillar he backed me up earlier, but misses as he should have been closer. He stumbles, as I chuckle at him and he simply fires me a cocky smile as he finally manages to complete his smooth pose. And says to me “I guess you could say that I fell for you” with a cheeky smile, as I walk off.

Truly the meeting was a boring mess and couldn't pass any faster. And when it finally did, I headed back to my quarters and promptly fell onto my bed as Artoo came closer.

“What shall I do, Artoo?”

A beeping sound came as the answer to the question.

“About Ani. Why does it have to be him?”

Beep beep bop

“Of course, I love him but …. Truth is I am scared of what will happen.” We both stay silent for a while. I break the comfortable silence first. “I keep seeing these…visions. Where Ani has turned to the dark side…”

Bop beep boop boop

“Yeah, you are right. Ani would never do that but it still worries me. Thank you, Artoo. You are a good listener. That's why you are my best friend.” I say to him as sleep finally takes over.

A few hours later I am woken up by strong arms wrapping around my midriff and a cold nose being buried at the crook of my neck. Still half asleep I turn around in his arms letting our limbs tangle.

“You shouldn't be here. Threepio is going to miss you.” I lightly whisper as my fingers tangle in his hair and I slightly graze his scalp with my nails. He lets out a breathy chuckle as he whispers in my skin. “I would rather be here. I think Threepio can manage.”

Sleep finally finds us in each other's embrace. And that is exactly how I wake up several hours later. The various rays of sunshine that enter the room make him look ethereal as the sun hits his face just right and the shade of his hair seems lighter.

“You are staring.” He says in a sleepy, heavy voice and he peeks through his left eye at me.

“Too bad. Because I am quite fond of it.”

“Oh really?” He whispers as he draws me closer. We bask in each other's comfort for a while until we have to get up and head for our posts but for now, we let ourselves live in the possibility of what every morning could be like.

Warnings: this is going to be a multi part series and it's going to be angsty cause I am in my feels. Female reader, Padmé and Anakin were together but had a healthy break up, Jedi reader so forbidden love.

This story takes plays in Clone Wars yet many events have been changed (like the meeting of Ashoka and Anakin... don't worry the sibling energy is still there.)

series masterlist

The following days are being wasted on boring meetings and tedious training sessions. The only upside is that Ashoka is improving by the day soon she will make it to Commander. And even if we are not allowed to feel anything towards our Jedi companions, I can't help but feel immensely proud for her as she buskes under Anakin's care despite their constant never-ending bickering, as amusing as it is, it can get quite annoying.

I sit cross-legged on the ledge of my window as I nurse a cup of hot chocolate (the one with milk and not that water-based drink that people think is hot chocolate) and one of the remaining five tiny marshmallows floats at the surface. I close my eyes as my body relaxes and my mind floats in an avast nothingness. My energy and my power pours into the Force and I let my essence be tossed around for a while, enjoying the weight that lifted off my shoulders. Then I harness it and bend it to my will as I was taught to do the last few years. At first, it used to be so hard that I spent numerous nights crying myself to sleep because of my inability to control such a huge force of power. But it is as easy as breathing, sometimes if I let my mind slip I do it without my knowledge.

I don't know how long I sit there lost in my play with the Force as the sun's rays warm my body from the inside. I can feel my face heating up from its exposure to the sun and I welcome it with open arms. The hot chocolate that I carefully cradle in my arms has now turned cold as someone is hugging me from behind. His essence is so recognisable in Force to me as the sky is blue. He gently sets his chin at the top of my head and we sit quietly there.

Our peace though is short-lived as our beepers go off like crazy and with great reluctance, we part as Anakin answers his. As a message floats in the air. Help is needed in Tatooine. The Empire plans to strike the civilians. We change in our armours in silence as we walk towards Ani's space shuttle, one that he hasn't crashed yet, as fast as possible and we find Artoo already in his seat and Ashoka turning on the engines. In a few short minutes, we are good to go and enter at lightspeed hoping to get there before it's too late.

We sit quietly as we both stare at the blurry stars and I chuckle as I hear a soft snore coming from behind me. I slightly turn my head and I catch with the edge of my eye Ashoka as she is huddled in a corner covered with multiple blankets. I turn to look at Anakin, who sniggers under his breath as he stares at her with love and devotion as much as fierce protectiveness. I admire him, his unguarded expression and the clear enjoyment sparks in his eyes.

“How are you feeling?” I whisper, hating to break this light atmosphere.

“About what?” he asks slowly, playing to be dumb but unfortunately for him, two can play this game.

“About that racing match? I think I should bet on the Velvet Thunder.” I say to him deadpanned.

“Oh well, I was thinking that the Purple Stars have a better chance at winning this time.” He says playing along and I hum as I stare at him waiting for his resolve to break.

“I don't know what you want me to say.”

“Just your thoughts or your feelings it used to be your home, Ani -”

“It never was.”

“ - And there are innocent people -

“More like slave makers!”

“ - who are in danger. I know that it was hard Ani. I get it but think of those people who are enslaved and can't protect themselves -”

“That's a bit much because they always made my life a living hell.”

“ - or your family.”

At that, he finally falls silent and he says under his breath. “They never were my family. They always thought I was bad news and that I was the black sheep of the family. The only family I had, lays now cold in the ground. The Empire can extinct them all for all I care.”

“You don't mean that”

“What if I do? Would you be scared of me? Or draw away? Just like the others? Because they can't face the Chosen One?” He says bitterly.

“I would never leave you. You know that. And I also know that you might think that you want that but you don't actually want it to happen. Because if you did you wouldn't have made it this far.”

“Sometimes I think … I lose myself in bad thoughts, in my anger, my envy , in my …. in my pain. And then you come along and you pull my right back. How do you do that? How do you know?”

I am startled by his admission and it hits a bit to close at home as flushes of images from those wretched dreams fill my head. The ones were Anakins lovely blue eyes have turned to an angry yellow and are slit apart by a blank line. Or the ones where his robes, long and dark as the midnight sky are slightly burned and his hand holds a bright red lightsaber. All the visions have been dark and twisted in their own independent way, haunting me for weeks as they include post apocalyptic sceneries and a mass destruction of the world as we know it. And in the middle of it all stands none other but sweet Ani. I haven't told anyone about those disturbing dreams, thinking that it was a cruel move by the stars for defining the rules and the Jedi code for forbidden love. But the feel more profeting that anything else. A glimpse of the future or a possible, alternating future if I had my say in it. A chill slide down my spine at the idea of actually losing Ani. And I make a reckless decision. I could stop it, no matter what the price… couldn't I?

“She would have been proud of you, you know. Of the man you have become.” I say to him, my mind made up and so help me gods I will see it done. Anything to keep him safe. Somewhere above I can hear the stars, fate or whatever Force laugh at me but if I have to I will tire then from the sky for him.

“How do you know?” He asks suddenly shy as his insecurities take of his usually cool demeanour. And I smile softly at him cupping his jaw saying “Because I am.” And kissing him lightly on his lips, once again hopeful because there might be a chance to keep him safe.

A big jolt rattles the ship as we exit lightspeed and Anakin sucks a deep breath focusing on piloting once again. And a sleepy “What? I wasn't sleeping…” sounds from the back of my seat and a fond smile capture my face as I relax myself in my seat, preparing for the upcoming battle.

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