Can Yall Send Me Anakin Requests Im Bored

euphoria season finale tonight ….. not ready, my brain is not processing at the moment. been waiting all week for today to come but now i just want to skip over it.

ANAKIN SKYWALKER + signature lightsaber spin

fluff, mention of alcohol + ib @sourcherryandsprinkles (check out their fic 🫶🏽)

coriolanus snow feels the sweltering heat of the hob reach up to him. he’s barely made it in two steps past the entrance, when sejanus takes off to a darker part of the activities. snow swivels his head, taking a mental note of where sejanus perches himself against a bar, but chooses against joining him.

no, he would much rather lie back here, where the music could reach him just fine. like waves.

he picks up a glass that seems full enough to the eye: the liquid swishes violently when he shoots it down his mouth and he needs a minute to savour the taste. he’s not inclined to remembering much of the academy here, choosing to focus on only getting out, but something feels familiar. an act he is piecing together carefully, meticulously, as bodies rush past him to join onto the dance floor. he feels himself already getting light with the facade he’s wringing raw. bloody, even, between his fingers.

would they believe him? would they let him go home? let him see trigris and grand’maam one more time? would a class act ever profess to the same standards twice?

amongst his own, rotting worries, is when he sees you. not much quieter than the covey band on stage, not much louder than the crowd that followed - no, he could have lost you easily to the ruffles and the swills and the laughter. a mere stranger, much too adjusted with her tongue. but he’s curious as you approach his table.

“hi, boys. what can i get you for today?” you click your tongue, inserting a pen between your fingers and jotting down what the other men present as options of drinks. he tries to focus, clears his throat and nods along some common choice of beverage and ah, there’s polish on your nails. scarlet and running dark, a noteworthy shade amongst that of other district folk. were you like lucy gray, a performer? or were you much like what he ran from, a class act?

but he’s far too taken to knowing who exactly you are when he sees you cut a smirk in his direction. it’s subtle and over in quick succession, but it makes him oddly glad for the shift.

“what?” he asks with a charm rebuilt, barely concealed fortitude crumbling when you play with your notepad. the edges of the papers you taunt with your fingernail are frayed and tearing slightly, but you still work a quick smile that sets his alarms and worries for the brighter horizon that will surely come tomorrow. really, your pretty face has him forgetting all of the quells for a minute and, instead, scope out what exactly you want from him.

you shift your garments about, meeting his eye with some supposed challenge, “haven’t seen someone like you around these parts of the district. you new?”

he nods, “yeah, i’m… new to this peacekeeper business.”

“you been to the hob before?”

“no… not exactly, no.”

“not exactly?”

he plays with his fingers, itching the skin softly, “just heard a lot about this place. it’s nice.”

“more than nice, just you see,” your pen clips to the notepad and you hark a smile at him, working your way around the men and onto the next table. your eyes beat with a play he isn’t familiar with, one that makes him follow you with his eyes alone, “you have a good time now, mr. peacekeeper.”

“it’s snow. coriolanus snow.”

“coriolanus,” you seem to taste the name beneath your teeth, testing it tolerably and nicely, “has a nice ring to it.”

it’s the rest of the sickly sweet night that he’s thinking of you. you’ve got a sweet demeanour, a smart mouth - something worth thinking about over a drink. the hob is not quiet but not bustling either, with patrons filtering out one after another. some drunk, warm faces sit still at tables, some dance to a slow rhythm up front. sejanus leaves for a while, but snow leaves it as unnoticed. what he does notice is you in his peripheral.

you’re wiping tables, which strikes him suddenly as odd. odd that he still has the chance to catch you whilst you’re on hours. surely, you still remember him? he’d told you his name, but never breathed so much as yours. would you be freaked by his interference?

“you look like you’ve seen a ghost,” your voice is suddenly closer. you’d crossed across the bar whilst he was meandering between freakish and urbanity, and now stood smiling at him, a rag clutched at the hip. he swears his breath catches against a row in his throat, but snow catches himself quickly.

“me? must’ve overestimated my ability to drink,” he smiles, genuine since his days of relegation and spite, missing and borrowing, “are you still working?”

“hm, but i got a few minutes on the clock. then, i’m free as a bird” when he hears you say this, his ears redden with attention. you’d be off in a few minutes?

“why, you wanna take me on a date?” you ask. and he spirals. and you let out a bark as he goes red from head to feet, his fingers itching his temple as he smiles. all polite and bucking at the seams, “i’m only joking, coriolanus. coriolanus - did i say it right?”

he finds your chatter endearing, meaning in every bit of movement between the two of you, “you say it just perfect.”

he could’ve sworn he saw a flush work up those cheeks of yours, but then again, he could be losing more than just his mind. some level of sensibility, too, maybe. still, he rises to a level of action he has never been since the poor tributes, the days of reaping - maybe its initiative. maybe its the want. maybe its you between his fingers like gold.

he licks his lips, feels the wet of them against each other, “can you i have a drink? two, actually.”

“two? the other…?”

he smiles, tries to imitate your sweetness and only lets it come off half baked, “for you.”

but really, he couldn’t care less. the smile that tears across your face is warm, your laugh hearty.

“mr. snow, you’ve got your tricks,” the smile spills into your words, he can hear it, “well, i’ve got mine.”

and he needs to ask, what are they? can i see? am i allowed? when you kiss his cheek. nothing vehement or raunchy in the least, a thing recounted as a peck, but as you swivel towards the bar in a confident front-step, snow touches the warm part of his cheek like he’d been burnt. like he was burning still, under the pustule of the soft, flaxen light the hob had to offer. burning still, when he smiles under his hand, grinning under the gap of his fingers.

burning, still, in the grasp of wanting you beneath two drinks and a kiss.

(requests for snow / tbosas are open!)

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smutty blurb with Elliot where reader keeps denying that she's into him even though he's currently giving her the time of her life? :)))))

Hell yes.

"Oh, are you still doing that thing where you're ignoring that fact that you're head over heels for me?" Elliot asks, leaning against the locker beside me. Shutting my locker with a slam, I send him a deadpanned look as he chuckles. "Alright, sure." He mutters, stepping closer to me as my cheeks flush, his lips skimming against the shell of my ear. "Have fun trying to deny your feelings for me when I'm knuckle deep in you later." He presses a dainty kiss to my cheek, walking away from me as my thighs clench.

*three hours later in spongebob voice*

"Just tell me you like me and I'll stop." Elliot smirks, his fingers slipping in and out of me as he denies me my orgasm. It had to have been the sixth time now, his lips trailing against my neck as he presses me to the bed. He was set on getting me to admit my very obvious feelings for him but I was not about to give in. "Let's see," he whispers, his body shifting to lay in between my spread legs, "if you tell me how much you like me, I'll go down on you until you're screaming." He offers, my eyes widening as my gaze flickers down to him, his eyes mischievous and teasing. His fingers don't stop, his lips pressing a kiss to my clit as I snap.

"Fine!" I huff, my head thrown back as I try to focus on my words and not on the feeling of him stretching me out, his fingers skilled. "I like you a lot, Elliot. I have for a while, so if you could just please-" My words get cut off my a gasp, his tongue lapping at my clit with hunger.

"That's all I wanted to hear, doll."

— who i write for

disclaimer: most of my stories are fem!reader, but i will write gender neutral. i write angst, fluff, and smut—i will write about both female and male characters. i am mostly comfortable with writing anything, so don’t be afraid to send in whatever you’d like.

masterlist

arcane —

jinx / powder

vi

caitlyn kiramman

viktor

mel madarda

ekko

vander

silco

jayce talis

supernatural —

dean winchester

sam winchester

castiel

the hunger games —

peeta mellark

finnick odair

katniss everdeen

haymitch abernathy

lucy gray baird

johanna mason

billy the kid —

billy bonney

jesse evans

harry potter —

remus lupin

sirius black

james potter

lily potter

bellatrix lestrange

blaise zabini

tom riddle

regulus black

yellowjackets —

lottie matthews

natalie scatorccio

taissa turner

shauna shipman

van palmer

travis martinez

jackie taylor

red dead redemption —

arthur morgan

sadie adler

john marston

charles smith

karen jones

star wars —

anakin skywalker

padme amidala

ahsoka tano

luke skywalker

leia organa skywalker

the last of us —

ellie williams

joel miller

tess servopoulos

dina phantasmagoria

jesse jeon

the walking dead —

maggie rhee

rick grimes

daryl dixon

shane walsh

michonne grimes

glenn rhee

rosita espinosa

negan smith

tara chambers

king ezekiel

sasha williams

magna

marvel —

wanda maximoff

pietro maximoff

natasha romanoff

yelena belova

bucky barnes

tony stark

scott lang

steve rogers

frank castle

bruce banner

ava ‘ghost’ starr

loki laufeyson

king valkyrie

sam wilson

marc spector

matt murdock

miles morales

miguel o’hara

hobie brown

peter parker

game of thrones / house of the dragon —

daemon targaryen

rhaenyra targaryen

laena velaryon

jon snow

harwin strong

alicent hightower

sansa stark

helaena targaryen

criston cole

jacaerys velaryon

daenerys targaryen

euphoria —

rue bennett

jules vaughn

elliot hill

lexi howard

fezco o’neill

maddy perez

chris mckay

daisy jones and the six —

daisy jones

warren rhodes

graham dunne

eddie loving

camila dunne

karen sirko

outer banks —

jj maybank

john b routledge

kiara carrera

pope heyward

sarah cameron

cleo grant

shameless —

carl gallagher

fiona gallagher

lip gallagher

veronica fisher

kevin balls

svetlana yevgenivna

more to come!

dazed love — natalie scatorccio

pairing: natalie scatorccio x fem!reader

warnings: NSFW, 18+, includes smut, marijuana usage, high sex, oral (reader receiving), mentions of a choking kink, Y/N usage, switch!nat, standard yellow jackets warnings.

(requested by: @lottiematthewz)

authors note: okay i will admit i got quite carried away with this one… my apologies. i wrote this while being high and listening to novacane by frank ocean, so possibly loosely based on that song. anyways i absolutely love nat and this request got me so excited i swear. hope u enjoy!

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You looked up at her from your spot in her lap. Her blonde hair hung over her eyes, the same eyes that were low with a red tent, and her lips.. the plush, pinkish lips that you adored so much. They were puffy from your feverish kisses, and now from the joint you were currently sharing. You cherished these moments that you got with Nat. It wasn’t often when it was just you and her, but when it was, God, it was freeing.

She looked so beautiful like this, you thought. A soft blush still tented her cheeks from the passionate kisses you two shared only minutes ago, and you relished in every moment of it.

You would always appreciate these small moments you got with her. Natalie was such a beautiful soul, she always had been. She was only dimmed by the bad things that happened in her life, things she didn’t deserve to happen to her.

But that’s life, it was cruel and unfair. But it gave you the chance to spend it loving her, slowly healing her with your heart, and you thanked it for it.

“Here, creeper.” She teased, softly tapping your shoulder, passing the joint, breaking you out of the trance her beauty had put you in.

You only smiled, taking her spare hand to mess around with her rings. “What? I can’t look at my pretty girlfriend?”

She smiled back. “Shut up.”

You took a hit of the joint. “Mhm. You love it.”

She only hummed happily, her fingers now running through your hair as you continued to puff on the joint. She expressed her love through touch and actions, one of the things you admired most about her. You took one final hit of it, keeping the smoke in your mouth before leaning up, capturing Natalie’s lips with yours, and softly blowing the smoke in between her plush lips.

Her eyes opened in surprise when she realized what you were doing, staring into yours. She inhaled the smoke before blowing it in your face, as you bit your lip in response. You held the joint up to her lips, urging her to take a hit. When she did, you leaned over to put the half smoked joint out, and before you could even put it down, Nat cupped your cheeks, bringing your lips back to hers in a haze.

You hummed into her mouth, going to straddle her waist, the kiss filled with love and passion. You swiped you tongue against her bottom lip, asking for entry. But, you knew it wouldn’t be that simple. Hell, you were even lucky you were on top right now. She opened her eyes, digging her nails into your hips, causing you to gasp against her lips. She took this opportunity to explore your mouth with her tongue, as you rolled your eyes.

Your tongues fit together like puzzle pieces, as you began to grow needier, your hips subconsciously beginning to grind against hers.

She pulled away from you with a smirk. “Eager, aren’t you?”

Your eyes travelled her face, the weed making you want her even more. “God, you look so fucking beautiful right now.”

Her eyes melted, looking at you with pure adoration. Your lips chased hers once more, and she kissed you hard this time, making you moan into her mouth. Her hands squeezed your waist, signaling for you to lean back. She helped you lay down, her lips never leaving yours.

She pulled back from you, hovering above you. Her arms were beside your head, while your hands cupped her jaw.

You both stared into each other’s eyes, both of your pupils blown out from the weed and the pure lust of wanting each other. You were silently thankful that you two called dibs on the attic for tonight. You both continued to admire each other, the pair of you lost in the other’s beauty.

She leaned down, capturing your lips in one more, hard, feverish kiss before she pulled away, leaning your head up with her other hand as she began to attack your jaw and neck with open-mouthed kisses, causing you to get weak in the knees.

Your hands went into her hair, tugging softly, as your leg hooked around her waist.

“Fuck, Nat.” You panted.

She pulled back, before shoving her knee in between your legs, sending heat to your already throbbing core, making you whimper quietly. “Yeah? You like that?”

“Fuck yeah,” You whispered.

She only smirked, going back to kiss your lips, as she began to grind her knee into your core, causing your moans to get gradually louder. Your hands moved down her torso, going to the hem of her shirt and tugging.

She pulled back shortly to pull it over her head, revealing her red bra, the one you loved so much. She then pulled you up to take yours off, leaving you both in shorts and bras. She grabbed you by your neck softly, bringing your lips back together. This action only turned you on even more, a small whine leaving your mouth.

“Shit, you liked that, didn’t you?” She pulled away from your lips, a teasing smile on her beautiful features.

You turned red. “…Maybe.” You didn’t give her any time to react before smashing your lips back onto hers.

You loved the feeling of her soft lips against yours, and she knew this, and she knew exactly how to make you fold. She knew your body probably better than you did, and God, did you love that. Her grip on your throat tightened, not enough to hurt but enough to only further arouse you.

“Mm, fuck.” She muttered against your lips, her deep, raspy voice making you whimper once more. She smirked against your lips, her hands trailing up to your breasts, squeezing them softly. You arched your back against her hands, while your hands cupped her cheeks harshly.

She took this opportunity to effortlessly unclasp your bra, pulling it off of your arms and throwing it across the room. Her lips were immediately kissing down your neck reaching your boobs within seconds, she left soft kisses around your nipple, you throwing your head back in pleasure. Her lips closed around the soft nub, her eyes trailing up to meet yours, while her other hand got to work on your other boob, rolling the nub between her fingers.

“Mm, shit, Nat.” You moaned, as she switched her mouth to the other one, making your head spin. You reached up, unclasping her bra as well, the blonde throwing it off, pulling down her shorts as well quickly before returning to your body, leaving her in her panties only. Your hands found her boobs quickly, squeezing. The blonde girl above you moaned quietly.

She began to kiss down your body, until she was laying on her stomach, her head hovering above your core, her fingers ghosting over your waistband. She looked up, her eyes meeting yours.

“Can I?” She asked, softly.

You nodded. “Please.”

She smiled at you softly, leaving one last kiss on your stomach, before pulling down your shorts and panties, your dripping core finally exposed. Her lips parted when her eyes connected with your pussy, as she began chuckling softly.

“This wet from just kissing? Damn, baby.” She teased.

“Oh, shut up.” You rolled your eyes, smiling.

She shrugged. “Fine. I’ll shut up.”

And you opened your mouth to reply, but you were cut off by Natalie attaching her lips to your aching clit, sucking softly. She pulled your thighs to rest on her shoulders, giving her more space.

You threw your head back, muttering her name as your fingers immediately went to her hair, keeping you grounded.

She groaned against your core, sending vibrations up your body. “God, you taste so good.”

“Fuck,” You panted, palming your tits as your legs shook in pleasure.

She reached one hand up, trailing it up your stomach before grabbing your hand, interlacing your fingers and resting them together as she continued to devour you.

Her other hand reached down to your entrance, teasing your hole softly. You cried out, squeezing her hand.

“Please, Nat.” You whispered.

She kissed your inner thigh softly before inserting one finger inside of you, thrusting slowly. She kept a slow pace before eventually speeding up, all while you moaned her name over and over again like a prayer.

She then snuck another finger inside of you, curling both of them, making you see stars. The breathy gasps and moans that left your mouth were music to her ears, only urging her to go faster. When Natalie wanted something, she got it, and she was determined.

You clenched around her, the cord in your stomach only tightening, and she knew you were close. Your moans were getting louder, you continued to chant her name.

“Mm, you gonna come for me?” She grumbled against your clit, still leaving small kisses on it.

“Fuck— Yes, Natalie. Faster, please.” You moaned out, the pleasure becoming overwhelming. Natalie only sped her movements up, coaxing you to a release. You opened your eyes, looking down at the blonde who was currently eating you like a woman starved, which technically she was.

In the soft candlelight, she looked so beautiful to you. Her eyes met yours with a imitating gaze, her hand squeezing yours.

Her soft bluish, greenish eyes bored into yours. “I love you,” She whispered against your clit. And with one more curl of her fingers along with a harsh suck to your clit, your back arched slowly while you let the euphoria wash over you.

You let out a soft yell of her name, throwing your head back as the cord in your belly finally snapped, a white static feeling flowing through your veins. You were in a state of ecstasy, while Natalie wasted no time in lapping up your juices, taking everything you had to offer.

She continued to do this until your legs began to shake, the overstimulation taking over as you came down from your high.

“Hey, baby.” She whispered, crawling back up your body. “You did so good for me,” She kissed your jaw gently.

You hummed in response, your eyes fluttering shut as you enjoyed her embrace. “I love you, Nat.”

She giggled quietly, pulling back to suck on the fingers that were inside you just moments ago, groaning at the taste. “I love you more, Y/N.”

“Never,” You whispered back, your eyes opening to find that she had prepared a wet rag, cleaning you up before laying down next to you with the forgotten joint in between her fingers.

She reached over, handing you your shirt as she put hers over her head, you doing the same. After you two got comfortable, she pulled you into her arms, lighting the joint up once more.

She sighed, happily, turning on her side to face you. “Thank you.”

“For what?” You asked, your fingers drawing shapes on her hip.

“For just… I dunno, letting me be me.” She slowly said, still puffing on the joint. “You just.. When I’m with you, it feels like I don’t have to pretend. I can just be me without judgement.”

You smiled, your hand coming up to cup her jaw. “Of course. I wouldn’t want it any other way, Nat. I love you for you. I always have.”

She passed you the joint before pulling you in for one final heated kiss, and you kissed her back, hard and deep.

Yeah… you could get used to this. She was the one good thing about being stranded in the middle of the Wilderness. She had always been your anchor, now more than ever.

And you had never felt more grateful.

You continued to hit the joint before you slowly climbed onto her, straddling her waist for the second time that night. Her hands came to rest on where your hips and thighs met, a smile on her lips. “What’re you doing now?”

You only laughed. “Oh, you didn’t think this was over, did you? No, no. It’s your turn, baby.”

She laughed with you, excitement and butterflies both erupting in her stomach and she knew it was gonna be a long night, but she didn’t care as long as it was with you.

getting that august feeling (things that have ended endlessly are ending again)

don't fucking interrupt me when i'm reading my x reader fics it's rude

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When you've read nearly all the hobie fanfics and now In need of desperate new content

(fr guys I need more hobie fanfics)