Hayden Christensen Behind The Scenes Of Revenge Of The Sith (2005), Dir. George Lucas

Hayden Christensen behind the scenes of Revenge of the Sith (2005), dir. George Lucas

I understand.

Pairing: MultiMale!Insert x gender neutral ! reader

Word Count: 418

Warning: riding, choking, dirty talk, penetrative sex, degrading, dom!male  x gn!reader.

18+ NSFW CONTENT UNDER THE CUT

“Look at me.”

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Secret

Pairing: Andy Barber X Fem! Reader

Summary: Andy and you were nemesis in the courthouse

Word Count: 800+

Warning: smut, implicit smut, 18+ MINORS DNI

A/N: I don't have any ideas how lawyer, DA, and court works, I'm sorry if it doesn't make sense. I also experienced a block and this story kinda being forced. Sorry if it disappoints you. Using prompt from the bingo, "suit up".

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“Ma’am, could you spare us a glimpse of your tactics for today?”

“Are you confident to win the case today?”

“Do you feel any guilt at all?”

The reporters from medias all over Boston gathered around the courthouse. The flashes of their cameras were everywhere as you made your way inside. The shouting from Boston community was still heard in the main lobby of the courthouse. You knew they would speak the filthiest curses at you just because you were doing your job. You could finally breathe after stepping in the empty elevator.

“Look who’s arrived,” Neil mocked right after you stepped out of the elevator, “the lucifer!”

“I’m surprised to see you still here, Mr. Loguidice. The office really needs an underpaid worker, doesn’t it?”

His face turned red as he fisted his hand. Andy cleared his throat and stepped in between you two and cut Neil’s intention to mouth another insult. He greeted you politely before guiding you inside the room. The meetings with the judge and Andy lasted quite long, discussing additional evidence and witnesses. Defending your client was a hard work and long process, considering the heavy crime she was in and how good Andy was as the assistant district attorney.

In Boston, Andy was known as the best crime fighter, less talking and the bad guys went straight to jail. However, you were a reputable lawyer as well. The media called you ‘the lucifer in heels’, dealing with high clients who had done severe crimes both blue collar and white collar. The courthouse knew that it would be a long trials when both of you were in the same room. Not that you were complaining about your rival. Andy was the most respectable man, professional, and smart. His blue eyes, neatly trimmed beard, and all of his godly physical attributes were also an eye candy in the courtroom.

Trials and trials had been through, yet the verdict has not been decided. It finally came to the jury trial for the next day. You finally had time to breathe for a while. Convincing others was always your specialties, the trial would not be a problem.

“Care for a talk? I heard there is a new diner around here.” Andy asked you after the meeting finished.

“I thought we all agree not to talk about business outside the courthouse, Mr. Barber.”

“No business, I promise.”

You nodded. “Just tell me where and I’ll see you there.”

It took both of you a ten minutes drive to reached the place. The diner was nice. It was homely place with simple food. You spent quite a long time talking about life with Andy. Just like his promise, no business talk. The fries had long forgotten.

You could not remember what started it but here you were, in front of the door hurriedly looking for the keys as his hands exploring every inch of your body. Both of you were kissing each other sloppily and did not even make it to the bedroom. Your clothes had been discarded the moment when the door was close.

The heat was undeniable between two of you. Your moan echoed as he pulled orgasm after orgasm from you. His name sounded like a prayer rolled from your tongue. The low growl and your name came out from his mouth, feeling the release was close. At this point, you were beyond exhausted, and he was still pounding you hard. Another orgasm washed over you while you trembled and milked him. He came afterwards, painting your wall with his seeds.

Both of you laid on the floor for a while to catch your breath. The cold from the floor started to reach your spine.

“My back is starting to get cold.”

Andy stood up. You could feel his warm hands as he lifted you. “Don’t worry, I got you. Let’s go to bed.”

Frantic alarm sound woke you up. You were still tired and sore from last night, but you had to get ready for the trial today. You heard the bathroom door was open. Andy stepped out as his towel hung low, revealing his perfectly sculpted body with some tattoos. It was like a magnet. You got up from the bed and walked towards him. Voluntarily, your fingers tracing the outline of his body.

“It’s not the first time you see me, sweetheart.” You did not need to see his face to know that he was smirking.

“You don’t invite me to the shower.” You whined and pouted like a child.

“We don’t have time for that. You don’t want to be late for trial. Now, shower and suit up.” He put his hands on his waist. He literary looked like a dad scolded his child.

“Ugh! I know.” You stooped making your way to the bathroom.

“Hey! Once this over, I promise we don’t need to keep this a secret anymore, Mrs. Barber.”

Crucible - Ch 12

Pairing: Link x Reader

Prompt: For the Bittersweet Mini Bang!

Series Warnings (18+ only): Eventual smut, slow burn, violence, mild body horror, lots of whump, angst with a happy ending

Chapter Summary: You continue on your journey with the Champion, taking an unconventional route that only the mad would travel.

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You made it back to your room without fanfare and only minimal staring, but that was to be expected after disappearing so dramatically. You hadn’t meant to cause trouble, you’d just… panicked.

And now your actions seemed a bit silly, even if they’d felt warranted at the time. You’d been half-convinced he would run you through with his legendary sword as soon as he stepped back in the healing room, and now here he was, escorting you back to the suite, sending you quick, but warm, smiles.

As you were packing up what little you had, you began to grow frustrated, unable to find your old tunic and trousers. You were still in the cloak and gown, and you were started to shiver from the cold and exposure.

There was a knock, and you looked up to find the prince standing in the open doorway, able to fit simply because the rooms were made very tall. He was smiling with a tinge of sheepishness while holding bundles of fabric in his hands.

“I hope this isn’t presumptuous of me, Lady Blue, but I had the servants wash your clothing and… well… when I realized this was all you owned, I couldn’t send you on your journey without fitting you with some proper Zora clothing.” He walked closer and held out the garbs, his smile growing shyer. “Think of it as a parting gift.”

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Crucible - Ch 10

Pairing: Link x Reader

Prompt: For the Bittersweet Mini Bang!

Series Warnings (18+ only): Eventual smut, slow burn, violence, mild body horror, lots of whump, angst with a happy ending

Chapter Summary: Link prays he’s not too late, and that his fear of not being able to protect her doesn’t come to fruition.

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Link woke up a start. He jerked upright, panting as his heart hammered in his chest, his mind reeling in confusion.

Did he have another nightmare? He couldn’t remember, but his heart was beating too fast, and he couldn’t stop his hands from shaking. What had woken him in such a state if not another nightmare—

The mournful cry came again, and Link’s eyes went wide.

Vah Ruta.

Link rushed out of bed and yanked on his boots so fast he nearly lost his balance, stumbling to the bedroom door while tugging up one shoe. He burst through his door and the one across the hall.

“Blue!—“

Her bed was empty.

No. His heart seized in sudden fear. No, no, no.

Something was terribly wrong. Vah Ruta was awake and trumpeting in distress. He had a horrible feeling he would find Blue when he got to the beast.

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In The Shadow

Summary: Geralt and you are captured by the Darkling and about to find out his means of punishment are quite unusual.

Pairing: General Kirigan x Reader | Geralt x Reader

Words: 1.2k

Warning: 18+, Smut, dark themes. Dubious consent but I'll tag this as non-con just to be safe, mind manipulation, cuckolding, sex (p in v), voyeurism, captivity, bodily fluids, breeding. Proceed with caution.

I give no permission for reposting my work, copying it or parts of it.

A/N: Based on an anon request I received! This is the first Ben Barnes story and the first cuckolding story I write. Hoping I did well. Many thanks to @the-soot-sprite for reviewing this for me.

Please comment and reblog if you enjoyed my work. 🖤

In the Shadow

Kirigan was darkness itself, a shadow - seeping into the cracks inside your mind, altering your thoughts, your desires; love turned to pain. Hatred turned to lust, and all that you were before him remained nothing but black mist.

No. You did not want this.

At least that’s what you kept chanting inside your heart as the General had you sat, spread open upon his thighs with his hands conquering every inch of your flesh.

“She’s mine now, Witcher. Mine to pummel.”

No! You did not want him.

Then why were you slippery-slick with desperation? The pulsating rhythm between your thighs protesting with the rage of copulation: ‘I shall not be denied!’

Helpless, you tried to focus your blurry sight on the rust that devoured the iron bars, upon the prisoner who held onto them with hands stained of dirt and blood. Growling like an animal in its cage, Geralt rattled the iron, his honey-gold gaze kissed with red at the sight of Kirigan who had his hands trailing beneath your skirts.

“I can smell it…” the Darkling whispered against your neck, prying your legs further open for Geralt to see your glistening sex.

A pitiful cry escaped your lips, somehow, you could smell yourself too and the scent merely grew stronger as Kirigan ground his hardness against your ass.

“Maddening, isn’t it? The notion that I am going to slip myself inside you while your lover is standing right over there without any chance of rescuing you?” He provoked and took a nip of your neck.

“Did you two really think you can cross me without a price? Or perhaps this is what you wanted?”

“If you dare touch her…” Geralt barked, the veins in his forehead and throat bulging. Never have you seen him this full of rage, and Kirigan hasn’t even begun this torture.

Letting out a roar of laughter, the General sent his fingers to gently skim from your knees to your groin, pulling unbidden moans from your throat.

“Would I dare? Just look at her,” Kirigan taunted. “The dew is drizzling down her sweet little cunt, like fruit too ripe just begging to be plucked. I think your little mistress wants to feel me inside… don’t you?” He asked with a snarl and reached a hand behind your back.

“General...” you shivered and shook a face full of tears at Geralt.

The metallic clink of Kirigan’s belt being undone reverberated through the dungeon a dozen times more before something fleshy and hot grazed your inner thigh. There it was again, the ebony mist, pervading your mind, shrouding your thoughts and making them his own. Despite the screams of protest in your heart, your core twitched and fluttered, mesmerised by the thought of having Kirigan fuck you while Geralt was forced to watch.

Your glossy eyes met Geralt’s golden gaze in a silent plea for forgiveness.

You wanted this, your little hole gaping for the other man, clenching as he nudged the heart-shaped tip between your lust-swollen lips to tease you. A part of you dared to tear your eyes from the Witcher and peer upon Kirigan’s shaft; though you caved in for only a moment, enough to entwine your entire body with blazing flames.

He was marvellously large, almost as big as your Geralt. Briefly, you wondered if he would feel the same but your thoughts turned to dust in your skull at the sensation of his cock spearing inside you.

Yelps, growls, and shouts of protest boomed through each tunnel in the dungeon. Whatever false tenderness Kirigan presented before was abandoned as he impaled you wholly on his large shaft, pressing himself so deep that his sack was pressed tightly against your engorged lips.

For a sliver of a moment, he held himself still, making you feel the throbbing rage of his cock deep inside your gut. The pounding in your heart was so strong you heard it booming in your ears, muffling the shouts and barks of the Witcher, who made every attempt to break his cage.

“I will kill you!”

Kirigan chortled again. His long, slender fingers lifted to your neck and captured your jaw. He dug his thumb and index finger into the hollow of your cheeks while slowly beginning to move inside you, ending each thrust with a husky groan. Wet and sultry as you were, your walls strained against his invasion, almost incapable of taking him fully, though he ignored their protest and only sunk deeper.

“She is taking me so well,” Kirigan hummed with delight while you cried in a mixture of pain and pleasure. Your tearful eyes remained focused on Geralt, trying to imagine it was him who ploughed you, but with every moan, Kirigan huffed against your ear, with each pull and shove he made between your lips, your mind fell into a dark delirium and then it was no longer Geralt or Kirigan but both of them inside you at once, each man using your body to their selfish pleasure.

Unwittingly your hips swayed, meeting the General’s ruts, sinking down to take him even deeper.

“Dirty little whore,” Kirigan praised and nipped the thin skin of your neck before increasing the pace of his thrusts.

“Are you enjoying yourself as much as your woman is, dear Geralt? Would you mind dipping in later for sloppy seconds?”

Blood mingled with rust trickled down Geralt’s palms, coating the iron bars he held squeezed between his trembling fingers. Despite his waning strength, fire still burned in orbs, though it seemed that Kirigan’s shadow had manipulated him as well and he too had succumbed to lust.

Geralt was hard. Harder than you’ve ever seen before. Sweat layered his coarse face; the look that he gave you assured you the beast within him wanted nothing more than to break through its cage and rip you apart - perhaps join Kirigan in his defilement and claim your mouth... or ass.

As aroused as he was, he refused to relieve himself and only his glare spoke of the atrocities of his mind.

“Forgive me,” you mouthed before you let out a moan, allowing pleasure to sweep away whatever dignity was left to you. You could feel Kirigan swell larger inside you, and your slit instinctively clutched around him, the tidal bliss beginning to bloom like a ring of fire inside your womb.

Sensing your nearing ecstasy, Kirigan sent his hands to grab your thighs and held them spread mid-air while slamming into you with punishing might.

“Your witcher can’t breed you, can he?” he questioned breathlessly, “but I can…”

“No!” Geralt rasped and once again rattled the bars, in a failed attempt to break out.

“I think I will fill that womb full of my seed,” The Darkling groaned.

You cried out, whether, in pleasure or protest, you knew not. Your trembling cunt had already made its decision for you, suckling and milking around Kirigan’s cock with ardent enthusiasm as your pleasure erupted through. It was all he needed for his release. With a shout, he flooded your canal until your womb overflowed with his thick elixir and slow, thick rivulets drizzled down his shaft.

The cacophonous tantrum died all too sudden, leaving nothing but breathless pants and gasps and the trickle of water that echoed somewhere in the depth of the dungeon. Slow and careful, Kirigan released your thighs from his grasp, settling them down on the ground. His chocolate-brown eyes met Geralt with a dark smile glinting amidst them.

“I wonder…” he murmured joyfully, “which was it that aroused you more, my dear Witcher? Her? Myself? Or both?”

Credit: I do not own Shadow and Bone, General Kirigan, The Witcher or Geralt of Rivia

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