#What Is Happening

#What is happening

Anakin Skywalker - NSFW A-Z alphabet

as I am currently scraping the bottom of the barrel for ideas i thought... eh. what the hell. might as well give this a shot :) please leave some ideas or requests! 💘

A = Aftercare (What they’re like after sex)

Anakin is very gentle after sex. He’ll make sure to cuddle you gently until you’ve recovered from your high, then immediately get up to help you clean yourself up.

B = Body part (Their favourite body part of theirs and also their partner’s)

Anakin loves your hands. They’re the only thing he can touch on a regular basis since you have to keep your relationship hidden - so in public, it’s hands. Behind closed doors though... he adores your ass. You, on the other hand, can never keep your hands off his biceps and abs. You loved every little scar that lined his abdomen and every muscle on his biceps.

C = Cum (Anything to do with cum basically)

Anakin would almost always have your cum on his fingers at least at some point. He loves pleasuring you first, so the likelihood of him not having your cum on his lips or fingers is small. One of his dirty secrets, however, is his favorite place to see his cum on you...

D = Dirty Secret (Pretty self explanatory, a dirty secret of theirs)

...his dirty secret is he loves seeing his cum dripping down your chin from your mouth. He loves pleasuring you, but he loves getting sucked off, too.

E = Experience (How experienced are they? Do they know what they’re doing?)

Anakin and you were both virgins - so no, you both didn’t know what you were doing. But you both quickly picked up the more you two had sex, and he is certainly experienced now.

F = Favourite Position (This goes without saying)

He loves when you’re laying on your back and your legs are lifted up, wrapped around his waist as he pounds into you. Or, if he’s feeling lazy and wants you to do all the work, he’ll have you ride him.

G = Goofy (Are they more serious in the moment, or are they humorous, etc)

The first couple of times definitely had their fair share of laughs. Now, it’s mainly super serious - and Anakin is extremely sexual and dominant which usually leaves no time for laughs.

H = Hair (How well groomed are they, does the carpet match the drapes, etc.)

He keeps himself pretty well groomed, as do you. It doesn’t bother the other person if there’s hair - it’s natural, so what’s the big deal? Though, he secretly loves it when you’re completely bare.

I = Intimacy (How are they during the moment, romantic aspect…)

Anakin is always super in the moment. He always has his hands on you when he’s thrusting into you, glancing down to make sure you’re okay and squeeze your hands gently if you start to whimper in pain at all.

J = Jack Off (Masturbation headcanon)

Once this boy got a taste of it, he couldn’t give it up. Both of you being Generals in the War meant that you both had to be separated, and desperate times call for desperate measures if the other person isn’t there...

K = Kink (One or more of their kinks)

He loves tying you up. Though he’d never say that to your face, you knew how much he loved it. It brought him so much excitement to see you restrained, struggling to touch him.

L = Location (Favourite places to do the do)

Bed. Though, if you both are impatient, the couch is always a second best. Maybe even the wall if they’re really feeling desperate.

M = Motivation (What turns them on, gets them going)

You in general turns Anakin on. The way you acted with such grace and beauty in the face of war completely turns him on each and every time. The thrill of not knowing if you could get a moment alone does, too, because when they’re in public is she Anakin’s dirty mind gets the better of him. You two sneak off pretty often... it’s a shocker no one has guessed yet.

N = NO (Something they wouldn’t do, turn offs)

He would never purposefully hurt you. When he was really angry one day, he spanked you and immediately felt very guilty afterwards cause he hurt his precious angel. After you explained you liked it he started to warm up to the idea of being more physically rough, but a part of him still worried he’d hurt you since he doesn’t know his own strength most of the time.

O = Oral (Preference in giving or receiving, skill, etc)

He loves receiving, but he also loves giving. He loves gripping your thighs as you squirm around a moaning mess, forcing you back down as he moans into you, “Don’t move, princess. Be a good girl...”

P = Pace (Are they fast and rough? Slow and sensual? etc.)

Depending on the mood, but usually slow but rough in the end. If he’s not in one of his sexual moods, it’s definitely taken slowly. But the majority of the time, it’s fast and rough since you barely have enough time alone for a slow session.

Q = Quickie (Their opinions on quickies rather than proper sex, how often, etc.)

Quickies are basically how you make it through the time apart. If you’re on a mission and have time alone, you bet he’ll pull you into a cabinet and fuck you until he has to cover your mouth you’re screaming so loud.

R = Risk (Are they game to experiment, do they take risks, etc.)

He loves experimenting, and has introduced a few ideas as well. One of his personal favorites was using the Force to pleasure you while his hands focused on other parts of your body.

S = Stamina (How many rounds can they go for, how long do they last…)

If you had the time, rounds upon rounds. However, normally you’d opt for just 2, maybe 3 depending on how needy you two are. But normally it’s around 2.

T = Toy (Do they own toys? Do they use them? On a partner or themselves?)

Not usually. Anakin once found your vibrator and used it against you in the best way possible, but neither of you have bought anything since. It’s another risk that, if someone found them, they’d get caught.

U = Unfair (how much they like to tease)

This little shit loves to tease you, it’s his way of “edging you on” to make your orgasms as intense as possible.

V = Volume (How loud they are, what sounds they make)

He’s pretty vocal. You always know you’re doing a good job because, whenever you’re sucking him off or riding him, he won’t shut up. Neither will you, to be fair.

W = Wild Card (Get a random headcanon for the character of your choice)

There have been times that Anakin has had wet dreams about you. Since his nightmares are always so vivid, so are his normal dreams including his wet ones. If he wakes up after having a wet dream, he certainly lets you know the second you wake up so you can take care of his... “problem.”

X = X-Ray (Let’s see what’s going on in those pants, picture or words)

He’s a bit bigger than average, but definitely not shy of being very big. They don’t call him Darth Daddy for nothing, after all.

Y = Yearning (How high is their sex drive?)

Extremely, extremely, and i mean EXTREMELY high. It’s a wonder how you two survive - his hands and lips are always on you any time they can be.

Z = ZZZ (… how quickly they fall asleep afterwards)

He always makes sure you fall asleep first, but the first time you rode him he was already so exhausted from the intense high you gave him that he passed out immediately.

Insecurities - Anakin x Reader x Padme

Warnings: None

Words: 1k

Extra info: Anakin and Padme are in a relationship and Y/n is the only one that knows, and is very jealous. ALSO!!! YOU ARE BEAUTIFUL! Never compare yourself to someone else. 💘 remember, hate leads to suffering. that includes self hate too. oh yeah, reader is a little tad bit gay for padme but tbh who isn’t

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Y/n fought back tears as she saw her two best friends be all happy and in love together. Truth was, she was in love with Anakin since he was a little kid - but he was too star struck by Padme to look at her in any romantic way. Not only that, but she thought Padme was the most beautiful girl in the world - and wished she could look like her more than anything.

So to see who she thought was the most beautiful girl ever be in love with her longtime crush seriously crushed her. She couldn’t stand it anymore and ran away to hide in the bathroom, needing to take a breather.

She slammed the door shut and leaned against the doorframe, falling to her knees and crying. She never had anyone to bring up her confidence - so it was broken easily as it had just been minutes ago.

She began to cry as she realized that she would never truly have a chance with Anakin. She wasn’t pretty enough for him.

She and Anakin were sent to protect the Senator since she was trying to be murdered - so naturally the old friends grew close again, leaving Y/n to third wheel. Hard.

She stood up after a good few minutes of crying, seeing the mirror and immediately being disgusted by what she saw.

Your eyes aren’t the beautiful brown that Padme has. Your hair isn’t as curly and shiny as hers. Your hair is too short. You’re too (skin color). You’re too fat. Your nose is too big, your lips are too small. Your eyebrows are horrendous.

You are disgusting.

I hate you.

The longer she looked, the more she hated herself. She knew feelings were a path to the dark side, so she had tried for years to desperately forget about her insecurities. But being around Padme maximized them tenfold.

She started to break down again, losing any shred of confidence she had left in her.

All she wanted was something that made her feel good. Someone to tell her she looked gorgeous. Something, anything.

 But she never got it. Jedi were forbidden to love, so why would any of them ever compliment her on anything other than her skills as a Padawan learner, soon to be Jedi?

She was torn from her thoughts when she heard a knock on the door. She sniffled and froze, unsure of if she should speak or not.

“Y/n. I can hear you crying... and I can sense you’re hurt.”

It was Anakin. She gulped, trying to fix her tear-stained face, “I-i’m fine Anakin,” she lied, the broken inflection in her voice giving it away.

“No, you’re not,” Anakin sighed. “Please open the door,” Padme said as well.

Great. Both people who caused the insecurities were there.

She slowly opened the door, not meeting their gaze. “What?” she asked softly.

“What’s wrong, Y/n?” Padme gasped, seeing how hurt she looked. She instantly brought her into a hug - and no matter how angry Y/n was, she hugged her back quickly, starting to cry again.

“I-it’s so stupid,” she mumbled, trying to stop the tears from flowing again.

 Anakin wasn’t sure of what to do, so he sighed and watched Padme hug her, “Nothing is stupid, Y/n. Talk to us,” he said.

After a moment of nonstop tears, she finally was able to speak again. “I-i’m insecure,” she said softly, sniffling as Padme rubbed her back.

“About your Jedi skills?” Anakin asked. She shook her head no, “No. A-about how I look. I just hâte everything about myself. I always have. And no one has ever realized how insecure I am, and no one has tried to help me.”

Her lip quivered, embarrassed she was finally admitting that out loud. It sounded even more dumb out loud than it did in her head.

“Are you serious?” Padme sounded shocked, “Y/n, you are beautiful! Why would you feel like that?”

“It’s just...” Y/n stopped, taking a deep breath before letting everything out, “Jedi aren’t supposed to have attachments. No romantic feelings. But this guy... this stupid, stupid man... I started falling for him. But he’s in love with someone else, even though he shouldn’t.” Anakin shifted uncomfortably. “And the girl he’s in love with is so... stunning. Everything about her is perfect. I don’t know how she’s real,” Y/n sighed. “I just wish I could be as beautiful as her. As kind, as funny as her...”

“Y/n, look at me.” Anakin couched down, and held her face in his hands gently. “You are beautiful. You are so beautiful. Why can’t you see that?”

Y/n’s heart leapt in her chest. That was the first time anyone ever said that to her - let alone her crush said that to her. “No one has ever said that to me, Anakin.” she teared up again, “No one. How am I supposed to know I’m beautiful if no one has said it to me?”

“I can promise you that many people believe that way...” he strokes her cheek softly, “they just haven’t had the courage to say it to you.”

“You are beautiful inside and out, Y/n. You can’t compare yourself to someone else... it’ll be your downfall,” Padme hugged her tightly. “If I’m being honest, you are one of the most beautiful women I’ve ever seen. Many times I’ve been jealous of your natural beauty...” she sighed. “You don’t ever wear makeup, yet you look effortlessly beautiful. It’s not fair,” she pouted, and the two giggled. “You mean it?” Y/n sniffled, her confidence building back up.

“Yes.” she smiled, “We both do.”

Y/n smiled and pulled Anakin down for a tight hug between the three of them. She finally felt happy again - and truly beautiful for the first time in the stars know how long.

Even if Anakin didn’t like her back, hearing him call her beautiful was good enough for her. And to know that the woman she wanted to be thought she was gorgeous was the cherry on top of it all.

Y/n felt very lucky to have Anakin and Padme by her side to lift her up when she was hurt and insecure. She loved them both very much... and to know that they loved her too made her very, very happy.

Good Vibrations

Steve Harrington x fem!reader [2.2K] 18+

“Shh, baby, s’alright,” Steve cooed, kissing sweetly at your cheek as he cradled your face in his hands. “Oh my girl, that feels good, huh? Yeah?”

You nodded, eyes squeezing closed at the intensity of it. You were lying on the boys bed, Steve’s shirt pulled up your ribs to show off your tits, toes curled and pressed into the mattress as you continued to push the vibrator inside of you. It was a sweetly cruel kind of torture, the boy standing at the edge of the mattress, a pair of sweats slung low on his hips as he hovered over you, watching with hooded eyes.

Every now and then, Steve bent at the knees, pressed upside down kisses to your heated skin, over your jaw and neck as his hands cupped and petted at you, licking into your parted lips as you whined high for him. He never took his eyes off of you, hands roaming over your chest to flick over your hard nipples, a palm flat and rough down your sternum and over the soft of your tummy. He’d nudge at your thighs, give you a little, sharp tap and tell you in a lovely, rough rasp:

“Keep ‘em spread for me, baby. That’s a good girl.”

The toy was purchased a few days before, on a trip that was meant for new underwear. Steve had stopped a whole shelf of them along the back wall, bright pink boxes hidden amongst silk and lace, and it really hadn’t taken a lot to convince you. The soft silicone was a light lilac colour, nowhere near as long or as thick as your boyfriend but it was still enough to make you feel full and the little ears that vibrated over your clit made your back arch real prettily.

Steve groaned when you squirmed, the length of the toy buried deep inside of you, slick and wet gathering on your bare thighs and you tried your best to fight against the boy’s hold, trying hard to squeeze your thighs together at the feel of the vibrations. Your eyes turned glassy as Steve reached between your legs, tutted condescendingly when he felt how soaked you were and he used two fingers in the shape of a ‘v’ to pull at your folds. You cried out at the new contact, the little ears buzzing against your skin.

“Steve!” You squealed, cheeks flushed, jaw slack as you threw your head back, your face buried in the boy’s side as he leaned over you. “Fu-uck, shit, it’s too much, please--”

“Oh, baby,” Steve tsked, voice all sweet, sticky and fond for you. “Baby, look at you, so fuckin’ pretty, huh? My pretty, pretty girl, doin’ so good for me.”

You whined, grabbed behind your head at Steve’s thighs, gripping the grey cotton of his sweats to try and ground yourself. You could see the hard outline of his cock above you, twitching and jumping underneath the material when you spread your legs wider for him. He took the opportunity to press down on the button at the base of the toy, the small motor kicking in more as the vibrations kicked up a notch.

“Fuck!”

Steve laughed, huffed out a breath and kissed his way back up your body, letting you feel his grin as he grazed his teeth over his favourite parts of you - your hips, the dip of your waist, the soft swell of your stomach, the underside of your breast.

“You gonna come?” Steve whispered, his nose pressed to your cheek as you panted out for him, nuzzling into your neck. “You’re close aren’t you, baby? I can tell, I know, I know, you wanna come so bad, don’t you?”

Your eyes turned glassy as he spoke, glazing over as his words took you to a whole other space. You felt dreamy, your body on fire, everywhere tingling as you pressed the toy deeper inside of you, hips canting as you tried to find the spot that only Steve’s cock could.

You groaned out, a little frustrated, blinking prettily as wet gathered on your lash line. You sniffed, gasped out at the twitch of the ears over your clit and when your eyes fluttered shut, tears slipped from your eyes and rolled down one cheek, gathering at the hair by your ear.

“Oh honey,” Steve cooed, “don’t cry, you’re okay, aren’t you?” Steve had seen this before, the way you got lost in your own pleasure, in the way he touched you, how overwhelmed you could get as you searched for your high, letting him touch you until your lip quivered and your cheeks turned wet. “My sweet thing, just so fuckin’ desperate, aren’t you? Greedy, little thing.”

“Steve, please,” you cried, sniffling as you rocked your hips against your own hand, pulling at the boy’s sweats until he bent down beside you, giving you the attention you wanted. “Want you.”

“Yeah?” Steve murmured softly, bringing one hand to brush against your face, cradling your jaw and tilting your head back over the edge of the bed so you were looking at him upside down. “You want me? Shit, babe, aren’t you just so cute?”

Normally, that’s all it took for Steve to stop teasing, to crawl onto the bed with you and groan something filthy as he slipped the toy out of you and replaced it with his own, much bigger cock. But he kissed you instead, moaning when you opened your mouth for him, tongues pushing over the other, messy and desperate until Steve took control and made you slow down.

He pulled back a little, pressed one peck, two pecks against your pouting lips and he smiled down at you.

“Want me to keep your mouth busy? Yeah? This pretty, little mouth?” Steve asked you, nose sliding along the bridge of your own. He nuzzled at you, looked down the line of your body to see you bring one knee up and plant your foot on the bed, legs falling apart to fuck the buzzing toy in and out of yourself. “Make you feel nice n’ full, yeah, baby?”

Steve slid two fingers over your lips, pulled at your bottom lip until it fell back into place with a soft ‘pop’. He smiled at you, cooed all pretty when you whined for him, blinking wetly as the vibrator nudged up inside you, catching the spot you’d been looking for.

“Open your mouth for me, sweetheart, there you go,” Steve hummed happily and your body buzzed with praise. “So good, such a good fuckin’ girl.”

You let your lips part, mouth open and you groaned around Steve’s fingers, eyes fluttering when they dragged heavily across the flat of your tongue and then the boy was standing again, pulling at his cottons with one hand as she stared down at you with pupils blown wide.

“Shit baby, fuck, you want somethin’ bigger?”

You nodded, whimpered softly when Steve took his fingers from your mouth and dragged his hard, heavy cock out of his sweatpants. He fisted himself, jaw slack as he stood over you, staring at the way you licked your lips at the sight of his dick, gaze dragging down to your cunt, watching how you started fucking yourself a little faster.

“Ah, ah,” he scolded gently, “slow down, baby.”

You swore, breath stuttering and catching in your chest ‘cause you were so close to coming and watching Steve fuck into his own hand was more than enough to send you toppling over the edge. Your body was on fire, thighs quivering, bottom lip wobbling, but you did as you were told, slowing down your movements.

“Stevie,” you gasped, squirming on his sheets, making them wrinkle under your bare body, “m’so close, please.”

Steve tugged at himself, lips parting, hair falling into his eyes and he groaned, hips canting and chasing his own touch ‘cause hearing you say that never got old. He took his time to look at you, all spread out on his own bed, head over the edge with your lips parted, mouth waiting to be fucked.

“I know, I know,” he soothed, his free hand cupping your chin, thumb rubbing softly over your throat. “You wanna come so bad, I know. But you’re gonna be a good girl for me, right, baby?” Steve pouted when you nodded, all sweet and mean for you, fingers and thumb squeezing softly at your cheeks, your neck. “Open up, pretty girl.”

You took his cock eagerly, his head slipping past your lips as you did as you were told, tongue swirling over the tip of him, making him swear above you. You reached up with one hand, trying to hold the base of him, thick and warm in your grip, but Steve tutted and pulled your hand away, making you whine.

“S’okay, baby, I’ve got you, yeah?” Steve encouraged your hand back to your cunt, fingers slipping messily over the wet slick there, spreading your folds with sticky fingers so the ears of the toy could flick back and forth over your clit easily. “Let me help you, that’s a good girl, Christ, yeah, just like that.”He held you face with one hand, cradling your cheek, thumb soothing over the hollow of it as you kept your mouth open for him, lips slick and glossy, eyes wide and wet as you stared up at him. The toy buzzed and Steve let out pretty little gasps and grunts, trying not to rock his hips too much, doing his best not to hurt you but he was close to being wrecked as he watched his cock slide in and out of your mouth.

“Fuck, fuck, can feel your throat,” he babbled, “you look so good baby, so pretty with my cock in your mouth, fucking yourself nice and slow for me, yeah?”

Your hand quickened, unable to help yourself as Steve talked dirty above you, hands petting sweetly at your face, your hair, your tits as he said the prettiest, dirtiest things to you. The toy buzzed louder when you pushed it deeper, hips flying up off the bed as you pushed it in and up, the silicone flicking over your clit harder than before. You moaned out, eyes glassy, throat tightening around Steve’s cock as it slipped a little too far, more than you could handle.

You gagged and spluttered a little, whining when Steve pulled back, groaning and cooing down at you, his thumb swiping over the corner of your mouth to clean up your mess.

“Oh fuck, shitshitshit,” the boy choked out, fisting his cock over your face, looking positively wrecked for you. “Easy, sweetheart, don’t want you hurtin’ yourself, huh? Here baby, just take the tip, yeah? S’just too much for you, isn’t it? I know, I know.”

Your body seized up, the hook in you tummy tightening and pulling hot as he spoke, feeding his cock back to you as he held it in his big hand, letting you lick and suck at the tip as you fucked the toy into yourself faster and harder. You were crying, whining, overwhelmed and feeling so fucking good you couldn’t stand it.

“That’s a girl,” Steve grunted, softly swiping away the tears that were gathering under your lashes. “So fucking good for me, yeah, just take the tip for me, baby, so good.”

You kept sucking, lips pouted and wet around Steve’s cock, tongue lazing across the head as you whined, lashes fluttering as your eyes fell shut. It was easy to come like this, you realised all too quickly, your cunt fluttering around the vibrating toy, the tip of it nudging up against somewhere sweet inside of you, your clit tingling with all the attention. And the thickness of Steve was something completely tantalising, the thickness of his cock heavy and grounding on your tongue. He was still touching you, the hand that wasn’t wrapped around himself sweeping over different parts of you as he moaned out praises and dirty compliments.

He knew you were coming before you did, watching the way your body tensed up, how you were too busy licking over the hard length of his cock to realise what was about to hit you. And then you were slipping into the pleasure, letting him fall from your mouth as your head fell back and a filthy, pretty whine fell from your lips.

Your thighs snapped together, your hand and the toy trapped between as you rocked into the vibrations, riding out your orgasm with eyes shut, cheeks flushed and toes curled. You moaned out the boy's name, over and over and over until he was groaning above you, head thrown back and jaw slack as he asked you if you could come on you.

You’d barely gasped out a ‘yes’ before he was painting your stomach, his hand a blur as he fucked himself into his fist, his cock wet and slick from your mouth and Steve was groaning something sinful as he came, eyes a dark caramel as he watched himself coat your tits.

“Christ,” Steve gasped out, flopping down beside you, making the bed bounce and you roll into his side. “You’re gonna be the death of me.”

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4 years ago

ilym 🥺🥺💓

HEYAAAAA so like i’m absolutely binging your fics and i can’t your writing is so good 😅 it’s inspiring and making me want to write again lol so thank you!

ITS INSPIRING???