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pairing: rots!needy!ani x secret-wife!reader

contains: fluff, needy ani, secret relationship, lots of pet names, bathing together but nothing sexual.

a/n: thanks for requesting!! :) I added some more things to the request lolz but I hope you like it!!

divider credit: @saradika

Anakin Skywalker, your secret Jedi husband, just got back from his mission. The second his eyes landed on you he was jogging over with a giddy grin on his face.

“Hello, my love.” He says, picking you up and smothering your face in kisses.

“I missed you, Ani.” You say, hugging him tight.

“I missed you so much more. Words can not explain.” He murmurs.

“Come on, let’s go to my apartment, love.” You say, nodding your head towards that direction. “Can’t let anyone see us, right?”

The second the door clicked behind you, Anakin grabbed your waist and kissed you. “Missed you so much.” He repeats.

“I know.” You giggle against his lips. It took a few tries before you could pull away and you lead him to the couch.

You sit down on the couch but Anakin snuggles his head into your neck. “Love?”

“Hm?”

“Can you… can you hold me? I want to cuddle but I want you to hold me this time.”

“Of course I can hold you, Ani.”

With that you lay back on the couch and Anakin snuggles in, lying his head on your chest and wrapping his large arms around your waist.

“Mm.” Anakin hums happily as you stroke his hair. “My gorgeous, beautiful, lovely wife.”

He probably called you every pet name and compliment under the sun while you lay there for an hour.

Anakin started the bath while you undressed. This was normal for you two to take a bath together but tonight it felt different. More intimate. More romantic. And it was always that way but tonight it was another level. The atmosphere was just pure love.

“Come here, rest back on me.” Anakin murmurs as you step into the tub after him.

You sit back against him and he wraps one arm around your waist and the other tracing circles on your arm.

“I love you so much.” Anakin whispers softly, kissing all over your shoulder and nuzzling his nose into your neck.

“I love you too.” You smile, breathing in the calming scent from the soap and Anakin’s natural scent.

Anakin may be serious during his missions, or his meetings with the council, but with you he’s completely different. Needy, so affectionate, always has an arm around you or his lips somewhere on your skin.

He washed your body even though you were clearly capable of doing it yourself, then washed your hair ever so kindly before you did the same to him.

After the bath, you were out on your balcony brushing your hair in your nightclothes.

Anakin walked up behind you in his dark sweatpants and robe, taking the brush out of your hand and brushing your hair himself.

“Ani, you don’t have to do everything for me. I’m able to myself.” You chuckle but don’t pull away from him.

“I missed you. I want to do everything for you.” Anakin smiles, brushing through your tangles gently. “Your hair is so beautiful. Always been one of my favorite things.”

“Thank you, love.”

After Anakin finished brushing through your hair he set the brush down and wrapped his arms around your waist, just embracing the moment and the night air.

At bedtime, you crawled into your (sometimes) shared bed. You pulled the blanket over your waist then turned to the nightstand to look over your book.

Anakin, being needy as ever, panicked slightly, thinking you were rolling on your side away from him. “Love, cuddle with me. Please.” He nearly whined.

“I am, Ani. Just grabbing my book.” You laugh softly. “You’re so needy tonight.” You laugh once more before turning back and pecking his lips.

“I know, ‘m sorry. I just want you in my arms.” Anakin murmurs, wrapping an arm around you and resting his head on your shoulder while you open your book.

“Don’t be sorry.”

You open your book to where you left off last and read aloud until Anakin falls asleep.

You look over at him, smiling softly and pushing his bangs away from his eyes gently. You set your book back onto the nightstand and peck his cheek lightly enough to keep from waking him and settle into bed.

Your precious, sweet, loving, but very very needy Anakin. Annoying at times but you love it.

(thought that it might be angst cus i strongly believe he'd question if its really his and in general just curse the shit out of him)

pairing: sam monroe x pregnant gf!reader

contains: swearing, sexual references, pregnancy obvi, sam freaking the hell out, panicked arguing, angst, fluff at the end.

a/n: thank you bunnyyy! second story I’m writing so lmk how it issss! I lowkey kinda had no idea what I was doing w this one so it prob sucks 😭

divider credit: @cafekitsune

Sam Monroe was currently freaking the hell out in your bedroom. “You’re WHAT?”

“Pregnant, Sam.”

“Are you sure?” He exclaims, jaw dropped, eyes wide, eyebrows almost to his hairline.

“Yes, Sam! That’s ten fucking pregnancy tests! Look!” You point.

Sam had been on something lately when you’ve been having sex. Must be a kink or something, but he’d been begging to hit it raw. And you let him. So this was also your fault even if you didn’t want to admit it.

“Are you sure it’s mine?” He asks, fingers grabbing at his hair.

“Who else would it be?” You shout. The audacity!

“I’m just saying! Have you fucked anyone else?” He asks, clearly panicking and in distress.

“No! You think I’d cheat on you?” You yell.

“No!” He yells back.

You both stare at the ten positive pregnancy tests laying on your bed.

“And you’re not playing some stupid prank on me?”

“No, I’m not.”

Sam started pacing now. “I pulled out! I swear to God I pulled out on time! We should’ve been more careful. You should’ve—“

“Me? Sam, you were the one begging to go at it raw! Saying you were gonna fill—“

“Okay, all right! It’s my fault!” He exclaims, throwing his hands in the air.

You both sat in silence for another minute, staring at the tests once again.

“I’m gonna be sick.” Sam mumbles. “Are you sure it’s right? The tests could be, like, broken or something! Are you even showing signs?!”

“They’re not broken. I woke up getting sick, my period is late as hell, and it has indeed been six weeks since we did it with no protection.” You explain.

“Fuuuuuck.” Sam whines into his hands. “I’m so stupid. We’re so fucked.”

You both cried for like two hours, yelled at each other, apologized, cried some more. Now you were holding each other on your bed.

“It’s okay. We’ll figure out what to do. We just gotta stick beside each other, yeah?” You say.

“Yeah.” Sam sniffles. “I won’t leave you.” He mutters into your shirt.

“I know.” You say, rubbing his arm.

“Sorry I knocked you up cause I was thinkin’ with my dick.” He sniffles.

“Shut up.” You laugh.

pairing: dad!james kelly x mom!reader

contains: fluff, girl dad James, typical kid behavior.

a/n: thank you izzy!! I’ve never wrote anything like this before, and I don’t have a good relationship w my dad so I pray this is accurate girl dad stuff 💀 i hope it’s okay 😭🫶 also I got the names off of Google lmao.

divider credit: @kodaswrld

James Kelly was trying his best to do his daughter’s hair. You tasked him with getting your daughters ready for the park while you packed lunch. James was miserably failing. Of course, he’d done their hair a million times, but your oldest daughter suggested pigtails. He only knew how to do a ponytail.

“Ah, shit I’ve— I mean shoot I’ve messed it up again.” He sighs.

“Mommy, daddy said a bad word!” Your three year old, Charlotte says.

“Nooo, I said shoot.” James rolls his eyes playfully. After ten minutes, he finished your 7 year old Amelia’s hair. “All done.”

Amelia skipped over to the mirror just to look horrified. “Daddy…”

Thankfully you walked in. “James, what in the world did you do?” You ask, the big grin on your face trying to suppress a laugh.

“I did pigtails!” James shrugs, a smile creeping onto his face.

“Oh, my goodness.” You sigh. For the next twenty minutes, you spent showing him how to do pigtails on your daughter.

Finally, you made it to the park. You had a small picnic lunch which surprisingly wasn’t messy then headed to the playground.

“Mommy, can you push me on the swing? Pleaaaaaase?” Charlotte asks with that gap toothed smile. Of course you oblige.

As you were swinging, James was helping Amelia on the monkey bars. “You can let go now!”

“Are you sure?” James asks.

“Yes, daddy. Promise.” Amelia smiles.

James hesitantly lets go. The poor kid lasted five seconds before falling down onto the mulch, letting out a cry.

“James…” you call out, already knowing the incident happened with him. He was a great dad, the best dad even! But one of those kids always got hurt with him.

“She said to let go.” James shrugs helplessly before picking up his crying daughter. “You okay, doll?”

“Yeah.” Amelia sniffles. “My knee hurts.”

“All right, let me see.” James says, setting her down on the bench and taking his backpack off. Yes. James is a backpack dad.

You walk over, Charlotte on your hip. “It’s okay, baby, see it’s just a little scratch.” You console.

“Yeah, daddy has these magic bandaids. Gonna make it all better.” James says, putting the bandaid onto the girl’s knee.

You, James, and your daughters were now at the grocery store. You were pushing Charlotte in the shopping cart, while James walks hand in hand with Amelia.

“And goldfish, and pudding, and cookies, and ice cream, and…” Charlotte was going on and on with her own requests for snacks. You were just smiling and nodding.

“My knee is all better so I think—“ Amelia stopped to gasp, pointing to the box of cake mix. “Daddy, daddy, daddy, can we pleeeaaaase make a cake?”

James looks over at you, like he’s asking permission. Last time you all tried to make a cake it was a disaster, but you always had to give it a second chance. “… all right.”

“Yay!” Amelia cheers. James grabbed two different cake mixes, mainly because he knew the first one would probably fail.

As you guys were heading into the house, the girls were walking together hand in hand. Just happy to be there. In their own innocent little world.

You look over at James, to see him with a big grin and fishing his phone out. That phone he’s had for years, barely works. But he was taking a picture of the girls, proudly, even with his bad angles.

“Look at our sweet girls.” He smiles.

Surprisingly the baking was going really well! The girls were doing great! But then James messed it up…

“Babe, can you open the bag of flour?”

“Uh-huh.”

He didn’t open it. He ripped it. The flour went flying everywhere. Everywhere. Not just the counter. It was the floor, the wall, the stove, and all over your daughters.

You look up to see your two little girls covered in flour. You didn’t even know how to react until they bursted into a fit of giggles.

“Daddy messed it up this time.” Amelia giggles.

“Yeah, I did.” James nods with a sheepish smile before getting a puff of flour blown at him by Charlotte. He got her back by tickling her, sending puffs of flour giggles everywhere.

You laughed, rolling your eyes playfully and trying to clean up the kitchen counter. And those three menaces… they saw their opportunity. They all threw flour at you.

“James! I just washed my hair!” You squeal, trying to be mad but you couldn’t with the way he was laughing and the girls were giggling.

“Now we all look like that pillsbury doughboy, huh?” James laughed, wiping flour from his eyebrow.

You all indeed looked like the pillsbury doughboy. It was like if he came in extra small, small, medium, and large. Crazy.

Bath time was rough. Getting flour out of two little girl’s hair was hard but you and James worked together. Then had to clean yourselves up for the second time.

You were all snuggled on the couch, in pajamas, freshly clean bodies, all cozy in James’ arms. James had one arm around you, one arm around Amelia, and Charlotte in his lap.

You were watching sleeping beauty. James claimed that he wasn’t interested but he definitely was. He was so invested.

Once the movie ended, he realized you were all asleep and he had been watching it by himself for thirty whole minutes.

He shook his head, chuckling quietly at himself before pulling a big blanket over you all. He glanced down at you with loving eyes, a small smile on his face.

“My favorite girls.”

pairing: pervy!lorenzo x f!reader

contains: smut, just Lorenzo being a perv, masturbation (m), details of masturbation, swearing, orgasm.

a/n: first time writing something somewhat freaky 😭 hope you enjoy bnuuy !

divider credit: @strangergraphics-archive

Lorenzo Di Lamberti was currently walking through a field, pushing a wagon and humming a tune to himself.

And you… you were bathing in the river, unaware that anyone was around.

Lorenzo went to sit by a tree since he’d been walking for a long time. He leans against the tree, turning his head towards the river to find a beautiful sight. “Oh.” he murmurs, his eyes going wide. “Beautiful. My God…”

You were beautiful to him. You looked like the queen of the river, a mermaid or something. You were unaware that he was there or that he was watching you. He was somehow being quiet.

When you ran your hand through your hair it gave a perfect view of your breasts. Lorenzo’s mouth was practically watering now.

Lorenzo smiled, his cock already half hard as he watched. Lorenzo was a perv. Always horny. If he saw a pretty girl he was going to pitch a tent.

He looked at a big branch on the tree, realizing your clothes were laying there. He ran his fingers along them before letting his hand drift down to palm himself.

“Ah…” he moans softly, biting his lip to stifle his soft noises. When he saw water droplets dripping from your face, to your neck, then down between your tits, he had to pull him cock out of his trousers.

“Shit.” He gasps quietly as he spits onto his cock to lube it up, running his thumb over his tip before stroking.

You closed your eyes, splashing water onto your face, looking so peaceful. Well, Lorenzo felt seduced. But then you turned around, your back facing Lorenzo but he couldn’t see your ass yet.

“No!” he whines, throwing his head back in frustration. “Come on, let me see.” He whispers.

Then you turned around, running some water over your breasts, pushing them together while you bathe yourself.

“Oh… yes, yes.” Lorenzo moans, eyes squeezing shut in pleasure before he forced himself to open them and stare at your tits.

You didn’t do it intentionally, since you didn’t even know that someone was watching you, but you ran a finger over your nipple and Lorenzo was already close.

“Stand up, stand up, let me see.” Lorenzo begs almost silently.

You stood up, but you weren’t getting out of the water just yet. You were just bathing your legs. But Lorenzo got a good view of your pussy and that pushed him over the edge. He had never came that fast.

“Ah! Mmm, mhm, yeah…” he moans, eyes rolling back as his cum spurts onto the grass. He kept stroking himself through his climax before slumping against the tree, panting.

When he saw you start to turn around again, he tucked himself away and hid behind a different tree.

He would definitely be coming back to this river.

she shows him around on his first day, matches his vibe PERFECTLY, lowk beefs with shelby and jules about him.. and that's all i can think, you decide the rest!!

pairing: scott barringer x peter’s daughter!reader

contains: slight swearing, a bit of jealousy, scott’s nonchalant attitude, immature and awkward teens.

a/n: thanks so much for requesting anon!! this is my first time writing for anyone on this app, so leave feedback and lmk if it’s good!! Also I’ll make a part 2 soon just lmk what you guys want to happen😛

— Pt.1 —

Scott Barringer just got checked in at Horizon. It was a bunch of fuss, but he finally accepted it. At least for a few hours. You, being Peter’s daughter, were assigned to show him around. You hadn’t met him yet. You prepared just like you would for any other new arrival. But Christ… when you saw him walking up with your father you were shocked. How could someone be so fine?

“This is Scott Barringer. He’ll be assigned with the cliffhangers.” Peter introduces, before introducing you and heading off.

The boy sure seemed moody, not wanting to talk, kicking at the grass. He didn’t talk, but he would definitely make eye contact.

“Why are you here?” You ask. That was usually the first ice breaker. It was intimidating for people to be here, especially on the first week, but since you were Scott’s age you tried your best to make him feel comfortable.

“Drugs.” Scott replies dryly.

“That’s why most of the kids are here. You’re not alone, y’know?” You say. Scott just nodded. He may be dry and have short responses, but he never took his eyes off of you. “So you’re all checked in? Talked to my dad?”

“Uh-huh.” Scott nods, arms crossed.

You nod and keep walking in silence until you reach his cabin.

“This is your cabin. It’s where all the cliffhanger boys stay. You’ll be rooming with Auggie and Ezra, they’re pretty cool.” You explain.

Scott sits on the bed as if he’s testing it out. “Hm.”

“It’s comfortable. Shocking, right?” You chuckle, making his lips twitch ever so slightly.

After showing Scott all around his cabin, you showed him where the cafeteria was and where the “classroom” was.

“Is the school work super hard or somethin’?” Scott mumbles.

“It’s normal. Just like regular school work.” You shrug. “Why? You struggle in school?” You honestly didn’t know how you were keeping your cool around him but you were doing a damn good job.

Scott just shrugged. That didn’t really give you an answer but it’s fine. “I help out some of the people here…mostly with reading.”

“They can’t read?” Scott asks sarcastically.

“They struggle. Some people just don’t catch on like others.” You reply and keep walking. “Here’s where everyone can hang out during free time.”

Scott eyed the chairs, couch, fireplace, then his eyes landed on the piano and he made his way over.

“You play?” You ask.

Scott nods, sitting down and playing something off the top of his head.

“Wow.” You say, eyebrows raising in shock. Damn. He’s fine and can play the piano?

You were now showing Scott around outside.

“I like your hair.” He said. He said it so quietly that you barely heard him.

“What?” You ask, genuinely not hearing him.

“Nothin’. Where are the people I’m supposed to be with?” He asks.

“The cliffhangers. They’re out on the lake, they’ll be back soon.” You answer.

A moment of awkward silence passed and you spoke up before really thinking.

“So you play football?”

“Yeah.”

“That’s cool. I play soccer.”

“Really?” He asks. “Figured you’d be a cheerleader or something.”

“No.” You chuckle.

You guys talked about sports for a good twenty minutes. You were hitting it off really well. You both loved flannels, football and soccer, and the same music.

“Where do you stay?” Scott asks curiously.

“With my dad. Just a couple minutes away, it’s not far. We live in a small house a few roads up.” You answer.

Damn. Scott was hoping he’d see you around more. He’d definitely find a way though.

“Do you like being here?” He asks.

“Yeah. I like helping the people around here, and it makes my dad happy. I like to see the kids grow and change into better people after spending time here.”

Scott just nodded again. To be honest, you didn’t talk a lot, just like him, but you were kind of nervous and your mouth wouldn’t shut. But you decided to shut up for now.

Scott spotted a football and jogged over. “Come on.”

You followed him. He looked at you with a smile and held it up. “You know how to play?”

Before you could answer, the cliffhangers were finally back and Shelby was waving you over.

“I’ll be right back.” You tell Scott before heading over.

“Who is that?” Shelby smirks the second you’re over there.

“He’s cute.” Juliette smiles.

“His name’s Scott. He just got here today, he’s a cliffhanger now.” You reply.

“Is he single?” Shelby asks.

The hell? You spoke to him first! You got first dibs!

“I don’t know.” You mumble.

At dinner time, you went to check in. Juliette stopped you before you could even look at Scott.

“What’s wrong?” You ask, noticing her frown.

“Shelby.” Juliette pouts. They were always aggravating each other, so there was no telling what happened now. “I was gonna go introduce myself to the new guy, but she pushed me.”

It was like talking to elementary school kids who just got into a fight on the playground. “Well, did you say anything to her?”

“No. I dropped my tray. I was embarrassed.” Juliette mumbles.

“Don’t be. That’s what she’s trying to do, don’t let her.” You tell her.

You finally lock eyes with Scott, who was getting questioned by Shelby. His lips twitch up ever so slightly and he rolls his eyes playfully.

You smile, feeling a slight blush creeping up your neck.

pairing: biker!sam x scaredy-cat!reader

contains: fluff, sam making fun of reader at first, pet names: babe

a/n: hope you like it, anon! I don’t know anything about bikes I’m sorry 😭

divider credit: @bunnysrph

Today your boyfriend Sam Monroe was taking you on his bike for the first time. Of course the bike seemed cool, but only from a distance. You honestly didn’t want to go on it but Sam finally convinced you.

“There.” Sam hums, putting the helmet on you. The second he sat on the bike, you were holding for dear life. “Babe, we haven’t even moved yet and you’re holding me so tight I can’t breathe.”

“Well, I’m scared.” You defend, keeping your arms around him tightly.

Sam chuckles before starting the bike. “You ready?”

“No!”

He didn’t listen. The bike started moving.

“Oh, shit!” You shout, closing your eyes. You could feel Sam’s shoulders shaking as he laughed at you.

“Scaredy cat. It’s all right.” He laughs. Then he started mocking your shouts of fear.

“Shut up, Sam.” You scold, gripping him tighter if possible.

“All right. All right.”

After you holding on for dear life for ten whole minutes, Sam came to a stop. He parked the bike and turned his head around. “You survived.”

“Uh-huh.” You nod, finally opening your eyes.

“Good job, babe.” He smiles, pecking your lips before taking his helmet off. “‘M proud of you.”

- 🐇

pairing: aj x f!reader

contains: fluff

a/n: such a cute request 🐇. I wish I knew how to play piano I only know one song 😭 super short drabble but I hope you like it!

divider credit: @saradika-graphics

Aj’s large hands were over yours right now. You were sitting in his lap while he taught you how to play piano. He played all the time at night, but you had no idea what you were doing when it came to piano.

“Yep, put that finger right here.” Aj instructs.

“Here?”

“Yup. Good.”

A few notes played, hands over yours, it was starting to sound good.

Aj moved one of your hands to a different spot, his hand looking much bigger than yours. “Right here. Good job, there you go.” He whispers, a soft smile on his face. “You’re a quick learner.” He chuckles.

You smile over your shoulder, now playing it yourself. Well, his hands were still over yours but they were just resting there. You were the one doing all the playing.

“Good, baby. You’re a natural.” He whispers, kissing your cheek and looking at you with a soft smile.

pairing: modern!bf!scott x “weird”!gf!reader

contains: swearing, fluff, comedy (?)

a/n: thank you my glorious king for requesting this 😛 I don’t watch Josie kay that much so I hope this is okay but omg she’s so funny.

divider credit: @strangergraphics

“Dude, the fuck are you cheesin’ at?” One of Scott Barringer’s friends ask. Scott’s nose was shoved in his phone.

“Just this silly ass picture my girlfriend sent.” Scott shrugs, still grinning from ear to ear at his phone.

“You serious right now?” His friends rolls his eyes. “Bro, why do you even like her? She’s weird as hell and posts those stupid videos. They aren’t even funny.”

Scott gave his friend a “stank face” before replying. “I don’t give a fuck. She makes me laugh, I like her, and she’s an amazing girlfriend.”

“Whatever floats your boat, dude.”

“Okay guys, today we’re making spicy noodles.” You announce to your phone. Scott was already in the background, trying to be serious.

And Scott was doing a great job being serious… compared to you. Until it was time to dig in to the food.

“Oh, God! WHAT THE FUCK!” He shouts, spitting it out.

“What’s wrong with you?” You laugh.

“These fuckin’ noodles! What’d you put in them?” He coughs, downing a glass of water.

“The spice packet?” You shrug, still laughing your ass off.

“Swear to God my tongue just burnt off.” He shudders.

You definitely posted that video and he definitely pouted about it.

You may be considered “different” or “weird as fuck” compared to the girls Scott’s friends were dating, but Scott didn’t care. You were hilarious, were yourself, and a great girlfriend. And Scott loved you.