okay first of all this is going in my ever-growing ideas folder thank you!! second of all scott is not waiting until the honeymoon. since his and reader's kids are some of the only kids there he definitely offloads them onto trusted party guests so he can drag reader into some secluded room and absolutely go to town, bridal makeup be damned.

reader has a ball seeing his face every time he receives a new polaroid because at first he's very obviously keeping it together but by polaroid number four he's trying to find an excuse to talk to reader but everyone wants to talk to him and everyone has questions (especially people he knew before lacey was born and now they're at his wedding and they wanna know how he found someone who not only wanted to marry him but had his children. multiple times), and reader is also playing hard to pin down.

she's talking to her friends or she's dancing with the kids or something and it feels like the polaroids are burning a hole in his pocket the longer he waits because she also keeps making eye contact with him and brushing past him and just being a general sexy nuisance and he's like alright... enough.

Dad!Anakin seeing you trying to sneak out for a party and gets mad because a boy he hates is picking you up. He fucks you til you can hardly walk and forces you to tell the boy you can't go anymore

18+, smut, dead dove do not eat, stepdad/fauxcest, daddy kink, minor impact play.

I've been going through the worst block I've had, so I hope you like this baby </3

Pressing the phone against your ear, Dad!Anakin uses his free hand to yank your head back, keeping your head up and your body pinned against your bed, his hips slapping against your ass over and over, making the bed creak with his thrusts. 

“Hello?” Your friend's voice is muffled, and his annoyance is evident. He calls your name twice before clicking his tongue. “Where are you? I’ve been waiting outside your house for 15 minutes.”

“I—I can’t go out,” You struggle, eyes rolling back with each wave of pleasure that drowns your senses. You wish you could just throw the phone away, ignore whatever party you had in mind, and simply bury yourself in the plush mattress. To let go of the moans that are being held in the back of your throat and caged like a wild animal. Threatening to pierce your vocal cords just like Anakin is piercing your tight, sopping cunt. 

“What do you mean?” He asks, clearly upset. You can’t bring yourself to feel guilty, though. 

“My dad—” Anakin’s cock throbs as you try to come up with an explanation. You surely can’t tell your friend that your stepdad is rearranging your insides, but you can tell a partial truth. “He found out, and he doesn’t… doesn’t like you,”

“Alright, that’s it,” Anakin breaks in, huffing and taking the phone away from your ear, ending the call and turning it off. He tosses it away, watching it bounce over your carpet, one problem less. Returning his attention to you, he lets go of your hair, giving you a brief moment to breathe— only to later push your face against the sheets. “What were you thinking? That I wouldn’t notice you sneaking in the middle of the night? Dressed up like a slut and with that fucking guy you know I hate.”

The whiny apology dies when his hand lands on your ass, slapping your sweaty flesh meanly. He observes your thighs and cheeks bounce back and ripple, delighted by the ease with which a slight touch makes you tighter and wetter. Perhaps you don’t feel guilty for letting down your friend, but you do feel guilty at the thought of disappointing Anakin.

Despite his hand on the back of your head, you manage to lift it slightly, to look over your shoulder and make eye contact. Your makeup is beyond ruined, fat tears rolling down your hot cheeks. “I’m sorry, Daddy,” You cry, and you mean it.

Anakin’s heart melts, yes, he is mad, very much so, but when his princess gives him that look… Can he stay mad? He groans, speeding up his thrusts, squeezing the muscles on your waist so hard you moan at the pain. “Oh, my sweet girl, you won’t lie to Daddy ever again, won’t you?” He asks through gritted teeth, his orgasm approaching rapidly. Shaking your head, you mumble something Anakin doesn’t quite catch, too busy emptying his load inside you, your soft sniffles and moans undistinguishable through the thick noise that surrounds him after his vision goes white. Normally he doesn’t have a problem holding his climax, but those puppy eyes you gave him did the trick. 

Panting, you whine. You want to come too, but you are too afraid to ask. “Daddy,” The meek voice catches his attention; still inside you, he leans down, kissing your shoulder. “Are you still mad at me?”

Perfect

Pairings: Sweet!Roommate!JJ x Fem!Reader

Warnings: Oral (fem. receiving), spit, p in v, swallowing, etc.

Summary: Read the ask^^

Author's Note: This one is a little short and I'm sorry it took so long @everydaydreamer 🩷

"Really? Topper?!" I stomped into the room watching her put her dangly earrings in. She was driving me mad wearing that skin tight, deep red, silk, dress. "Yes! I don't see the problem JJ!" She yelled back at me, damn she was feisty. "Don't see the problem? Topper is fuckin' crazy Y/N!" I shouted. "No crazier than you!" She picked up her handbag and started to leave the room.

(He could save me anytime 😏)