Hate Me - Anakin Skywalker

Hate Me - Anakin Skywalker

Warnings: SMUT! This is almost pure filth. There is some angst and cursing as well.

A/N: Blame @sarcastic-bubble for the amount of pure filth in this. That is all. (Don’t forget to send in requests!!)

“Canto Bight? That’s the super fancy, rich person planet, correct?” You ask, your chin resting thoughtfully against your hand. “Correct, General. And you’ll be going on this mission with Master Skywalker.” Obi wan explains, to which you let out a strangled groan. “I know of your feelings towards Master Skywalker, but please General, for the Republic, just get along with him.” “Easier said then done, but for the Republic, I will do as I must.” You agree, prompting Obi wan to place a tender hand on your shoulder. He offers you a smile before walking away.

You make your way to the hangar, delighted to find that you were alone. You quietly made your way up into the ship, sighing contently in the silence. You take the silence as an opportunity to meditate, and to hopefully level yourself before spending maker knows how long with the narcissistic, stuck up man that is Anakin Skywalker. Anakin and you had a past, a past that remains in secrecy. You and Anakin had previously been in a romantic relationship, which was kept between you two in order to protect yourselves from the Jedi Council.

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summary: in the face of his second marriage, charles brandon realizes that the next stage in his life will be anything but easy, when his betrothed wife makes it clear that she cannot tolerate him and that she loves another man.

overall warnings: slow burn, swearing, angst, mental illness, smut (+18).

p.s.: each chapter will have its own warnings!

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chapters:

chapter I

chapter II

chapter III

chapter IV

chapter V

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Chapter 12

A/N: sorry this is a bit late but,, four more chapters!! i’m gonna do my best to get each one out consecutively but we’ll see. i was finally able to land a job and also have a bit of summer homework that i have to do before coming back in a few weeks :(

pairing(s): neil perry x fem!reader

warning(s): swearing

word count: 1302

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I've been thinking about a priest trying to "save" the reader from demon Bucky, only to fail miserably and gets forced to watch Bucky fuck the reader in his own church

Pairing: Demon Bucky x reader

Warnings: Smut, kinda public sex, exhibitionism, voyeurism Minors DNI.

Word count: less than 1.5 k (?)

A/N: Written on my phone while at work. Will edit later. Do not copy,rewrite, translate or repost my drabbles.

You're sitting in Father Roger's office wearing a demure white lace dress. The matching stockings go up to your thighs, held in place by a pair of wine red garters. Buckys favorites. He loves how innocent you appear when you dress like this.

Your eyes hover over the bookshelf to your left, it's filled with religious literature. Even more books are stacked on his desk. Various pens and crosses are scattered across the uneven piles of paperwork. The overhead light catches specks of dust that dance in the still air. The faint scent of damp wood seeps into your nose.

You eye a particularly pretty cross, your hand drawn to it. Touching the tapered edge, you giggle when you feel a spark sting your fingertips. Withdrawing your hand, you continue to study the room while you wait.

You hum under your breath, perking up when you hear footsteps approaching. Straightening up, you smooth down the front of your dress.

Father Rogers closes the door behind him with a heavy sigh. "I'm so glad you could make it today."

He steps into your line of vision. You give him an alluring grin, widening your eyes ever so slightly. "Of course Father," you say, keeping your voice soft.

Folding your hands on your lap, you blink up at him. Steve watches you closely as he takes his seat, his eyes hardening when he sees the finger shaped bruises decorating your neck.

"There have been rumors that you were seen at the old church and that you may have been engaging in--," he huffs, removing his glasses, he pinches the bridge of his nose. In all his years, he never thought he would be having this conversation.

You lean forward, placing your palms on his desk. "Yes Father."

"Excuse me." He says, his brows furrowing.

You get out of the chair, keeping your hands on the smooth wooden surface. "I did go to the church. I did call for Bucky. And those activities they're whispering about are all true." You smile proudly.

Steve exhales sharply. He tosses his glasses down and grabs your hands. "Child, do you know what you have done? It's not too late, I can help you. We can rid you of this demonic presence."

His impassioned rant fades when you tilt your head to the side. Your eyes drifting over his shoulder. You grin, rolling your bottom lip between your teeth. "You hear that baby. He can rid me of your demonic presence."

Steve gawks at you, carefully withdrawing his hands. The sweet scent of lilacs and vanilla fill the musty air. The lights flicker changing from the dull yellow glow to an unnatural red.

Steve turns his head, startling in his chair. He curses under his breath, his heart hammering painfully in his chest as Bucky emerges from the shadows.

"Mmm language Father," Bucky purrs, gliding across the room.

He stands behind you, pressing down on your back, forcing you into a perfect arch. "Tell me, Father, just how do you plan on getting rid of me."

Goosebumps prickles across your skin as his large hands push your dress up your thighs to your waist. He plucks the garter, the band snapping on your tender skin. You hiss, loving the delicious sting. Bucky palms your ass. You hear shifting and rustling behind you.

Steve raises his hand, starting to form a cross. Bucky laughs a beautiful musical tone that makes you shiver. You're still not used to that mesmerizing sound.

Steve flinches, clutching his ears. He gasps when his hands are pulled down. His seat moving across the floor, the wheels squeaking and rattling as he's pushed to the desk.

Bucky licks up the side of your neck. He grips your hips and pushes into your slick walls with one firm thrust. Pleasure blooms from your core as he stretches you. Fuck, you never feel a burn with him, just pure bliss. You drop to your elbow, moaning as you blatantly stare at an aghast Steve.

Bucky grunts, snapping his hips into yours. "I'm so deep in her. She's so fucking tight." He lifts your hips and you cry out his name.

"You hear that Father," Bucky asks, a smirk forming as Steve struggles against his invisible bonds. Bucky pulls you flush against his chest, each stroke of his cock pushing you to your tiptoes.

He places his hand over your mouth, muffling your moans. The salacious wet sloshing of your cunt echoing in the small room is vulgar and filthy and it makes you even wetter, your slick dripping around his cock.

"Sounds like she doesn't want to let me go." Bucky taunts, lifting your dress, exposing your swollen pussy. Steves's eyes darken, a hoarse grunt caught in his throat.

"Her sweet cunt keeps sucking me back in." He groans, fucking into you harder and faster. You're not listening, too focused on the pleasure burning through your veins.

His tail wraps around your belly, keeping you still. Buckys mouth drops to your ear. "You know, I bet the good father is hard right now, bet his cock is aching to feel your tight pussy wrapped around him."

He flicks his wrist, lifting Steve out of the chair. Your grin hidden by Bucky's rough palm, he's right. Steve can't hide his lust-blown pupils, he definitely can't hide his cock straining the thin fabric of his pants.

You can help the moan ripping through your chest. Buckys large body surrounding you, Steve's piercing eyes on you. It's so debauched but you love every second of it.

"Aw look at that," he darkly chuckles. Bucky pulls your dress down exposing your tits, his thumb teasing your pebbled nipple while his long dexterous fingers circle your clit. "He wants you, little one, but you belong to me."

"Yes, yes I'm yours, all yours Bucky," you pant.

He nips at your bruised throat, his hips slapping into you so fast you're getting dizzy. It's too much, you're so close, so fucking close.

"All mine. Let's show him how pretty you look when you cum."

Steve crashes to the floor, his head tilted back as the desk flies across the room. His gaze locked on your pussy. "Cum for him, little one, let him see why your pussy is better than salvation. " He says, his fingers spreading your folds so Steve can see his large, thick cock pushing into your sopping core.

You clench down with a cry. It's a visceral reaction, the knot unraveling in your cunt, your body tensing as you fall apart.

"Good girl." Bucky groans, his deep voice rumbling across your skin. " Don't you agree, Steve?"

A sly grin cuts across his face, his blue eyes flickering to a deep black. "She's a very good girl."

He stands, shedding his cloak. "Now it's my turn to ruin her sweet cunt."

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

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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