#Sith!Reader

[makrokosmuss-blog]

Make me come undone

Summary: Maul intends to train the reader, but is shocked to be pleasently surprised by how the combat enfolds.

Warning: Nothing? Softness? Maul getting treated well? (Shocking) A little heat. A/N: This is from a story i've nearly finished now. I don't think anyone is interested in Kenobi/Maul/Prequels stuff anymore but here i am writing nontheless. Reader/Oc is Darth Viscer, a Sith Lord who has helped Maul back on his feet and in exchange takes lessons from him since Sideous is to busy manipulating the Galaxy to care for his apprentice.

Maul sat, thinking deeply. Thinking about when all of this had started. How it had gotten this opressing, this intense. He simply meant to train her. He didn't meant for this. When had he first begun to want her? To truly desire to call her his and his alone? The memory surged forward with unrelenting clarity, a vivid reminder of the day she had made him feel utterly undone.

They had trained in hand-to-hand combat that day, as they often did. She was not particularly skilled in this area - it had always been one of her weaker points, and Maul approached it with a brutal honesty that left no room for indulgence. His strikes were precise, his movements calculated. He was relentless, expecting her to rise to meet him with the same unyielding tenacity. She had never won before, not once.

But that day was different.

She had arrived in her usual training attire, but as they stepped into the sparring circle, she did something subtle yet intentional. With a graceful movement, she removed the outer layer of her robes, revealing a more fitted underlayer that accentuated her form. It was practical, perhaps even necessary for ease of movement, but the way she did it, unhurried, deliberate …it made him falter for the briefest moment. As the soft silken fabric glided off her body she looked only at the ground while his gaze was on the graceful lines of her form, on the interplay of light and shadow dancing over her skin. Focus, he told himself, clenching his jaw as the delicate fabric slipped from her shoulders and pooled at her feet. His gaze betrayed him, lingering where it shouldn’t.  He could feel the heat rising, frustration bubbling beneath the surface. He inhaled sharply, forcing his gaze upward, meeting her eyes for only a moment. She wasn’t even looking at him, her focus seemed fixed on the ground, oblivious to the chaos she stirred in him. Or perhaps not. She had a way of knowing things, of seeing through him in ways no one else could. This is nothing, he lied to himself as they moved to begin. Right now, She’s nothing more than an opponent. A distraction. That’s all this is. A dangerous, maddening distraction.

He shook it off, dismissing the distraction as an aberration. They began.

Her strikes were more fluid than usual, her movements sharper, and her gaze… It was her gaze that unsettled him. Those soft, knowing eyes met his with an intensity that wasn’t born of aggression but something far more disarming. She would lock onto him, her expression almost serene, and it threw him off balance in a way he couldn’t explain.

Then came the comments.

“You seem tense, my Lord.” she murmured as she dodged one of his attacks, her voice calm, almost teasing. “Tense.” He nearly growled aloud at the word, his jaw tightening. Of course I’m tense. You’re the cause of it. Her compliments landed like carefully aimed blows, throwing off his rhythm in ways no opponent ever had. She’s distracting you. Focus on her movements, not her words. Stop letting her get in your head. He growled in response, lunging again, only for her to sidestep with a fluidity that seemed more deliberate than instinctual.

“Your form is perfect,” she said, her voice lilting as if they were engaged in casual conversation rather than combat. “Always a pleasure to watch you…”

Her words dug into his focus, peeling it away piece by piece. He pressed on, determined to outmaneuver her, but she countered each of his moves with a grace that seemed almost effortless. Then she smiled. It wasn’t mocking or triumphant: it was soft, warm, and utterly devastating. Each of his strikes was calculated, precise, yet somehow, she managed to slip away with the ease of smoke curling through fingers.

“You’re fast, today” Maul muttered, circling her like a predator. “Why thank you, my Lord,” she teased, her voice honeyed with mock sweetness. “And you’re... determined, as ever.” A glimmer of irritation crossed his face. “Determined to see you focus, Viscer.” She ducked under a low swing, her steps light and graceful. Maul growled low in his throat, thrusting forward with a series of rapid jabs. This time, she moved closer instead of retreating, forcing him to pivot sharply. Her smaller frame twisted under his arm, her eyes catching his with a mischievous spark. She was not attacking at all. Simply avoiding him. “What did I tell you about fleeing all the time?”, he snarled angrily, leaving his tense position for but a second, “How do you expect to win against me if you don’t attack? Want me to fall over from exhaustion?” She only smiled at this, not at all taking him all too seriously before that smile was quickly washed away. He threw a kick that would have damn well knocked her out had she not moved in the last possible second. 

“Careful, Maul. You wouldn’t want to hurt me, would you?” she purred, stepping just out of reach again, never breaking eye contact. He stopped mid-motion, his breathing low and tense as he hissed at her. “Don’t tempt me.” “Oh, but isn’t that what I do best?” she cooed, her lips curling into a playful smirk.

For a moment, he couldn’t look away from her. The way she moved, the way her eyes burned with a sharpness that rivaled his own and her mind, oh, her mind….

He caught himself lacking quickly, his response a sharp swing, faster and more deliberate this time, aimed to disarm her entirely. She blocked it, but he was too strong for her, the impact forced her back a step. For the first time, she stumbled slightly, her composure slipping - but only for a heartbeat. When she looked back up at him she was not terrified but smiling brightly, teasing him once more. 

“Getting hot, my Lord?” she asked innocently, tilting her head as though she were oblivious to her own effect. His jaw clenched. “You’re stalling.” “And you’re distracted.” She darted forward unexpectedly, her kick aimed low to catch him off guard. He parried easily, but the suddenness of her attack forced him to shift his stance. She rushed around him again, her soft laughter filling the space as she avoided his next strike.

“Enough talking, enough evading!” Maul snapped, lunging toward her. She pivoted, her free hand brushing his arm as she twisted away. “But you love me talking-”, she purred. His grip faltered for a fraction of a second - just long enough for her to slip past him and circle behind. He spun, ready to lunge for her, but she was already at his side again, her hand running along his rips as if in a caress instead of a heated fight. “You’re too stiff,” she commented, standing again with an infuriatingly soft smile. “You need to loosen up.” That was it. Maul surged forward with a growl, finally catching her off guard. He pushed her back step by step, driving her toward the far wall. Her footwork faltered slightly, her back brushing the cold durasteel behind her.

“I’m done playing,” he hissed, closing the distance, his tone sharp with frustration. “I didn’t realize we’d started playing,” she quipped, her voice breathless yet teasing, a wicked glint in her eye. Stop listening to her.The thought was sharp, commanding, but it barely held. Her voice, soft, teasing, laced with that maddening calm, wrapped around him, tugging at his resolve. She’s toying with me, he thought, his frustration mounting as she slipped past another of his strikes, her movements more like a dance than an act of defense.

His focus slipped further, his precision faltering as her graceful dodges kept him chasing. She’s not stronger than me. She’s not faster than me. And yet…The truth clawed at him as her warmth unraveled him piece by piece. She doesn’t need to overpower me. She’s disarming me with... her…her…

He lunged again, determined to regain control, but there it was, the slight tilt of her head, the curve of her lips, the way her eyes seemed to see through him. Force help me.

Maul’s patience snapped. He rushed forward, his movements sharp and deliberate, aiming to catch her off-guard. She sidestepped him smoothly, her lithe frame just slipping out of his reach. He pivoted instantly, his hand swiping toward her, but she ducked low, her hair sweeping the floor as she twisted away. When she rose, her stance was loose and deceptively relaxed, her soft, mocking gaze fixed on him. Infuriating. The word slammed through his mind as his strikes met only air, her movements as fluid as a stream slipping past boulders. Her movements were maddeningly precise. Her voice cut through his spiraling focus, calm and teasing: “You’ll have to try harder than that if you want me.”

Want you? The phrase hit him like a blow. You arrogant... Yet even as the thought began, his focus wavered. Because somewhere, deep within, another voice whispered something far more dangerous. ...Do I?

His jaw clenched, and he surged forward again, this time closing the distance between them faster than she anticipated. She feigned left, then ducked low, sweeping her leg toward his to knock him off balance.

It almost worked. Maul stumbled slightly, but he recovered faster than she anticipated. Before she could retreat, his arms were around her, and their combined momentum sent them tumbling to the ground. He landed above her, pinning her down with an iron grip. One of his hands wrapped around her wrist, pressing it to the floor beside her head, while his other hand braced against her shoulder. His weight held her firmly in place, and his breathing came fast and heavy just as hers, her lips parted, her chest moving quickly beneath him. I’ve got her. The thought came sharply, like a blade finding its mark. His heart pounded in his chest, blood thrumming with adrenaline.

Her chest rose and fell beneath him, her breath mingling with his in the silence that followed. The power he felt from the sheer weight of the moment was intoxicating. He had the upper hand now, and he should have relished it, but something gnawed at him. Why? - Why doesn't it feel like a victory?

He looked down at her, her eyes steady and challenging, lips slightly parted with the rapid rhythm of her breath. Her body, though pinned beneath his, held no resistance. In fact, she seemed almost... content. Her defiant expression made his stomach tighten in ways he didn’t understand.

Then she spoke again, and her voice was a whisper, a tease, soft as a caress but cutting through him all the same. “You’ve got me.”

He should bellow a resounding “Yes” - Yet all  he could think of was how close she was, how her body was pressed so perfectly beneath his, how her breath, soft and warm against his skin, seemed to hold something far more potent than victory. He could feel the heat between them. He could sense her strength, even in her apparent submission. As he leaned in, prepared to declare his victory, she spoke again, her voice a whisper that sent a shiver through him.

“Are you sure you’ve won, my Lord?”

Her tone carried an implication that made his grip falter. In that instant, she twisted her body, slipping from his grasp like water through his fingers. Before he could react, she was on top of him, straddling his waist, her hands braced against his chest to pin him down. What is this? The thought came without warning, as his body froze beneath her. His instincts screamed to move, to fight, to flip her off him and assert control. He could have - he’d even begun to shift, his muscles coiling instinctively to push her off. But midway through the motion, he froze. Her hands weren’t holding him down, not really; they rested so lightly against his chest that he barely felt their weight. It wasn’t force that pinned him - it was her. The softness in her expression, the way her lips parted ever so slightly, and her eyes... they weren’t triumphant, but something else entirely. She looked as though she was gazing at a lover. His chest tightened. His thoughts scattered. His heartbeat drummed loudly in his ears as her soft gaze seemed to reach into the very core of him, unraveling everything he thought he knew about strength, about control, about power.

Fight her, he thought, almost desperately. I’m supposed to win, to dominate, to prove...

Her lips parted ever so slightly, a small, unspoken invitation, and that was all it took to leave him breathless. He was undone, and she didn’t even have to try. She leaned forward slightly, her hair falling over her shoulder in a cascade that framed her face. Her expression was calm, her breathing steady, as if she hadn’t just turned his world upside down. She was close enough to taste. Close enough for him to nearly lose himself.

“Yield,” she said softly, her amber eyes pinning him beneath her. The word hit him like a shockwave, reverberating in his chest, rattling his bones. His first instinct was to deny it, to fight against it. He had been trained to never yield, to never submit. He had lived for power, for domination, for the feeling of victory that burned in his blood. But now, as she sat atop him, her hands so soft on his chest, her gaze so steady, so unflinching... he couldn’t bring himself to move.

Why am I not resisting? His mind screamed, the remnants of his pride clawing at him. He could break free - he should. But the thought of doing so felt... wrong. All Wrong. Why would he ever give up closeness like this willingly?

He stared at her, every nerve in his body alight and frozen at the same time. Her voice, her presence, it was intoxicating. His twin hearts thundered against his ribs, and he swore she could feel it through the light pressure of her hands against his chest. He could smell the faint trace of something sweet in her hair, see the sharp intelligence glittering in her amber eyes, and feel the warmth of her so close.

For a man like Maul, power was everything. And yet, in this moment, none of that mattered. Not the training, not the endless hunger for revenge. Nothing mattered except her.

Her. Her. Her.

The way her eyes bore into him, holding him in place more effectively than any chain could. The way her soft smile radiated confidence and fulfillment in stradling him, entirely unafraid of him. She wasn’t gloating or mocking. She was simply there, undeniably present, as though the galaxy itself had been reduced to this single moment.

Why wasn’t he moving? Why wasn’t he pushing her off, taking back control, proving his strength? He could. He should. But he didn’t.

His lips parted, and he heard his own voice, low and unsteady, speaking words he never thought he’d say.

“I yield.”

The words tasted foreign, almost bitter, and yet, as they left his mouth, a strange calm settled over him. He wasn’t defeated. No, this wasn’t defeat. This was...it was...Desire?

Her smile widened as he'd noticed his mental shield were down. There was a glimmer of triumph dancing in her eyes, but it wasn’t cruel. It wasn’t smug. It was warm, almost affectionate, and it sent another shiver through him.

He didn’t move, didn’t even breathe, as she lingered there, gazing down at him as though she’d always known he’d say it. And maybe, deep down, he had always known, too. Then, so very slowly, she moved. Her hand, soft and light as a whisper, trailed down his jaw, her fingertips brushing the side of his face. The touch was gentle, tender, far too tender for someone like her. Her thumb swept across his cheekbone, and he closed his eyes involuntarily at the contact. Her skin felt cool against his Zabrak heat, it was soothing, everything he didn’t deserve and yet craved. Her gaze softened as she watched him, and the air between them shifted, becoming charged with something more than just physical proximity.

There was no smugness in her. Only contentment. Only... affection. The kind that didn’t need words to be understood. She had won, not with force, not with power, but with a quiet grace that left him utterly undone.

It was in that moment that he realized just how much he adored her. She wielded her influence not like a blade but like a caress, and it was devastatingly effective.

And with that realization came a surge of fear.

She was his savior, the one who had pulled him from the depths of madness. She was his student, the one he had sworn to shape into something formidable. But now, as he looked up at her, he felt something else entirely.

Desire.

It was a feeling he hadn’t known in years, perhaps not ever, and it terrified him. Desire meant vulnerability, and vulnerability was a weakness he could ill afford. Yet here she was, straddling him and he couldn’t bring himself to care about the danger she represented.

That day, he understood something about her and about himself. Firstly, that she had made him endlessly weak without landing a single blow. Secondly, that he was utterly powerless to stop her. And thridly, that he had never wanted something as badly as he wanted her.

[verybadatwriting]

The Cyborg's Apprentice Part 2

Summary: Reader finds a way out of serving the Sith. Or so they think.

Warnings: Reader goes on a mental health/self discovery journey, neck wounds, and trackers

Notes: Part 1 and part 1.5 here

Gn!reader, teen!reader, Sith!reader

Word Count: 4,032

Light rain pattered against the window, occasionally broken by a violent crack of lightning. They didn’t go together. The rain was barely more than a drizzle, one that children could dance in, but the lightning was fierce enough to make some adults cower in fear.

Ahsokah was neither an adult, nor a child. So instead of dancing or cowering, she studied. She’d found some interesting writings on meditation, and was trying her best to follow the steps. The soft rain helped her get into the zone, and the lighting was a good test of concentration.

One thing kept nagging at her. It had been quite a few days since she’d heard from you. Maybe you’d been found out, and Grievous had ordered that your conversations stop. There was another possibility, one she dreaded even more than the last. What if you had sunk even deeper into the dark side, and decided to cut off communication all on your own? You could be devotedly fighting against the Republic on some far-flung planet.

A peal of thunder rumbled outside, and she pulled herself back to her meditations. If you were countless parsecs away, there was nothing she could do. 

Little did she know, the two of you were mere miles apart, and you were growing ever closer. Your hood stayed up over your head, concealing your face. With help from the Force, you managed to circumnavigate the security measures, and began ascending the side of the Temple.

When you reached the right window, you could see Ahsoka sitting there cross-legged on the floor, eyes closed, with a scroll unrolled in front of her. The lights were on, just enough to read by. It was shockingly sparse. Only a bed, low to the ground, and a small table.

Hesitating, you raised your fist to knock on the window. What if this was a mistake? You coming here could endanger Ahsoka, get her in trouble with the Jedi Council, kicked out, even. 

But… You needed her right now. There was nowhere else to go, no one else who could understand. So, you lightly tapped your knuckles against the transparisteel.

Her head darted towards the unexpected sound at the window, and when she saw you, her face was filled with confusion. She said something you couldn’t hear, and when you tried to tell her as much, she motioned for you to wait.

Turning, she picked up one of her lightsabers, and drove it into the window. Within a moment, a circular chunk was missing.

“Y/n?” She said, just barely loud enough to be heard.

“Hey 'Soka.” You said, then promptly tumbled through the hole. She grabbed you a moment before you hit the floor, and helped you sit against the wall.

��What are you doing here?” She asked. “It’s not safe for you!”

“I… I didn’t know where else to go.” At that moment, Ahsoka noticed that blood was trickling down your neck.

“Maker, Y/n.” She said, pushing your cloak out of the way so she could see the cut. “How did this happen? Who did this?”

“I did.” You said. “I had to. Grievous had a tracker implanted in my neck.”

Once she had stopped the bleeding from your neck, Ahsoka’s eyes darted over the rest of you. Your clothes were dirty and wrinkled, like they hadn’t been washed in a few days. You had a few minor scrapes and bruises, but you were tired. Every breath took effort, and your eyes were filled with fear.

“Y/n,” Ahsoka started, “How are you going to get back to Grievous’s ship?”

“I’m not going back.” You said. “I can’t go back.”

“Well, I can’t hide you here.”

“Tano, I would never ask you to.” 

“What do you suggest I do?” She asked.

“Turn me in.” You said, and Ahoska gave you an astonished look. “It’s the only way you don’t get in trouble with the Council, and I stay safe from the Sith.”

A moment passed, one in which the two of you just sat, inches apart, taking in the gravity of the situation.

“Can we just have a few more moments?” She finally asked. 

“Of course, ‘Soka.”

When Ahsoka called for the guards, they clapped specially-crafted Mandalorian manacles onto your wrists, and brought you to the medic, who patched up the back of your neck. They locked you in a small cell until the Council could be assembled. Waiting there was the worst part. It gave you plenty of time to sit and reflect.

Ever since your encounter with Ahsoka at the ruined temple, the two of you would avoid each other on the battlefield. One night, you received an encrypted message. It was just one short question.

Why did you let me go?

And you replied with the simple, honest, answer.

I don’t know.

From that point on, you become each other's confidants. Strategic information was never shared, since the consequences of espionage were much worse than simply fraternizing with the enemy, but more personal matters– doubts, dreams, dreads– were all fair game. Because of this, Ahsoka knew things about you that you wouldn’t dare tell anyone else and vice versa.

She first suggested you join the Jedi a few months after you started talking. Deep down, you knew what the Sith were doing wasn’t right, but years of conditioning and propaganda with just enough truth sprinkled in was hard to break away from. So you declined her offer.

Again, when you were stranded on a planet with her, she brought up the idea. She even suggested you could fake your death and go back to the Temple with her. It was tempting, and she had convinced you that the Sith were doing more harm than good. Ultimately, the idea didn’t pan out.

You were pulled out of your reminiscing when the guards came to escort you to the Council Chamber. The twelve Jedi Masters were seated in a circle, and you were guided to the middle. 

“Y/n y/l/n.” Began a man with dark skin and a bald head. “We know you are a Separatist, and the apprentice of General Grievous. You have fought against the Republic and the Jedi Order for years, taking down waves of our troops and foiling countless missions. Today you are brought before the Council in a strange turn of events including but not limited to breaking into the Jedi Temple.”

“Your side,” Said a short shriveled green man, “You now must tell us.”

“I was a Separatist,” You said, “But I have turned against Grievous and the entirety of the dark side of the force. I wish to study at the Jedi Temple, but I understand you have your reservations, and that it is a real possibility that I will spend the rest of my days in a cell.

“For now, the CIS are unaware that I have defected, but when they do figure it out, they will hunt me down. I have only one request: Wherever you lock me up, make sure it has the best of security.”

“We will see.” The bald man said. “We have further questions. Why did you go to Ahsoka Tano?”

“She and I met before, during multiple battles.” You replied simply, casting a glance towards the door, where Ahsoka was standing with her master Anakin. “And I felt that our similarity in age would help me gain her trust.”

The questioning went on for a little while longer, until, satisfied with your answers, the green man spoke.

“A moment we must have,” He said, “To discuss. Back to your cell, you will go. Call you we will, when a decision we have reached.”

On your way out, you exchanged the briefest of glances with Ahsoka. A look of thanks passed between the two of you, like Ahsoka was grateful you did not bring up your secret correspondence. 

Not too long later, you were called back to the Council Chamber.

“It has been decided that you will be welcomed into the Order,” Said the bald jedi, who you learned was Mace Windu. “You will live here, and be trained in the light side of the force.”

“Thank you!” You said, a smile spreading across your face.

“Padawan Tano and Master Kenobi, you should thank.” Said Yoda. “Spoke on your behalf, they did.”

“Understand that there are caveats to this agreement.” Master Windu continued, “You will stay on the Temple grounds with supervision at all times. You will not be allowed access to your lightsabers, or communication to anyone outside the Temple.”

“Of course,” Obi Wan jumped in, “You will also provide us with any and all future CIS plans.”

“Of course.” You nodded, just happy they weren’t shipping you off to a prison planet, or executing you here and now. Once the rules were all laid out, they had the guards show you to your room. It was as bare as Ahsoka’s, except it was equipped with a security camera, and the windows were too small to fit through.

A short time later, Ahsoka joined you. She brought some robes and some scrolls for you, along with dinner.

“Honestly,” She said as the two of you sat cross legged on the floor, “I was surprised they let you in.”

“Me too.” You said, scooping up a bite from your bowl. “I thought the whole ‘fighting against you all in a war’ thing would’ve given them a bit more pause.”

“Yes, that,” Ahsoka agreed, “But also, you’re really old.”

“Excuse me?” You raised an eyebrow at her. “I am, like, a few months older than you at most.”

“I know that, Y/n,” She scoffed, “What I meant is that Anakin is one of the oldest people they’ve agreed to train, and even then there were some grumblings about it.”

“Well,” You shrugged, “They already agreed. Can’t go back now!” You had another bite. “How old was Anakin? I can’t be that much older.”

“He was nine.”

“Oh.”

Ahsoka left to go to bed, but said she’d be back in the morning to take you to breakfast and show you around the Temple. 

“I’ve got a few day’s shore leave,” She said as she was leaving, “But after that I’ve gotta keep kicking Separatist butt.”

True to her word, the next morning she was in your room right as you finished getting dressed.

“Do you know where I should put these?” You said, holding up your old Sith robes. The red and black patterning stood out harshly against the soft neutral colors of the room.

“The laundry basket’s in the closet.” She said, nodding her head in its direction. “Let’s go, we’re burning daylight here. The sun’s been up for nearly a half hour! By the time we get to the Refectory, all the good food’s gonna be gone.”

Just as Ahsoka predicted, there was no good food left. After breakfast – which wasn’t all that bad – Ahsoka brought you to a quiet, dimly lit room, then left. Inside was a small group of people, mostly children, seated in a circle around an older Jedi. 

She beckoned you to an empty cushion on the ground, and briefly explained that they were practicing silent meditation, and that the goal was to completely quiet your mind and body.

One of the conditions of your staying here was getting some training to combat the Sith teachings, so here you were, meditating cross-legged with a class of children. The silence sank into your bones, at first you tried to fight it, but when it eventually settled, you found yourself with a strange sense of peace.

You did as the instructor said, and whenever a thought or feeling entered your mind you acknowledged it, and let it drift away. For a moment you felt the anger and pain drift away, too. It was like a weight had been eased off your mind.

But when your concentration wavered, the weight settled on you once more. 

After meditation the older Jedi led your group to the refectory. Ahsoka met up with you there. In the afternoon neither you nor Ahsoka had any obligations, so you spent it in the gardens. There, you saw a Jedi digging through the dirt holding a plant with wide heart-shaped leaves. The edges faded to green, while the rest was a pleasing pinkish red. 

“Oh hello!” Said the Jedi, straightening up from his work, “Have you come to help out in the garden?”

“Uh…” You glanced at Ahsoka, unsure what to say. 

“We would love to.” She said. So that afternoon was spent working peacefully in the garden. The Jedi you were working with was old, like your meditation instructor. He had the odd tendency to be silent for many minutes, state something completely out of the blue, and immediately go back to silence.

“Gardening used to be a popular activity among the Jedi.” He said, “Everyone from Younglings to geezers like me would be up here, digging through the dirt.” He said wistfully, “But that was before the war. Now we’ve got children out there fighting. It’s just us old folks holding down the fort here. Keeping the Younglings learning and such. You two are the only teenagers I’ve seen around here in a long time.” 

“I will be here for a while.” You said, “If that’s any consolation.”

“Hm.” He grunted, and pleasant silence descended again. 

And so went your days. Dinners with Ahsoka cross-legged on the floor, classes in restraining anger, teaching morality, and afternoons in the gardens, and weekly check-ins with the Jedi Council. You were still getting into the groove of things, when one night Ahsoka told you she had to leave.

“Wait what?” You asked, nearly choking on the bite of food in your mouth, “Already? It’s only been a few days!”

“I know,” Ahsoka said, “I know, but this war still needs fighting.” 

“Do you at least know when you’ll be back?” You asked, eyes downcast and voice full of sadness.

“No.” Ahsoka saw the look in your eyes, she continued, “But your information has been invaluable. We’re winning, Y/n. The end is in sight. Soon no one will have to fight.”

“Yeah.” You said. “That’s… Comforting I guess. I just wish that I could talk to you, while you’re gone.”

“We could ask the Council to make an exception to the ‘no outside contact’ rule,” She suggested, “Say that you need someone your age to talk to.”

“That might work,” You said, “I’ll still miss you though.”

“I know. I’ll miss you, too.”

You were granted permission to talk with Ahsoka while she was gone. Nothing about her locations or missions, and they read all your messages before sending them, but it meant you got to preserve the friendship. 

When she finally returned, it was like you were a different person. You happily wore the brown robes, tended the gardens, meditated, and lived without fear. The lessons you had been taught were sinking in, and the peace that came with them washed over every aspect of your life. 

The moment she got back, Ahsoka started looking for you. She found you in the gardens, watering and digging. Your entire demeanor had shifted. You carried yourself like you knew you belonged, and yet humbly. You dutifully attended to your work, and Ahsoka felt more at peace simply being in the same room as you.

“Y/n.” She said. You poked your head up from the bushes, and smiled at her.

“Hey Tano.” You said, brushing your hands off against your robe and standing up, “I’m glad to see you again.”

The two of you walked through the Temple together, talking for hours. 

“You…” She started, “I’ve only been gone a few weeks, but you seem so different now. Happier.”

“That’s because I am.” You said, “Happier, that is. I’m finally discovering peace.”

“Good.” She smiled at you, “Because you deserve it.”

The night before Ahsoka left again, she brought you dinner.

“Hey Y/n.” She said, holding a greasy bag up, “I brought you some food from Dex’s, since refectory food is all nutrition, hold the flavor.” Just like that first night, you sat on the floor of your room, and talked late into the night.

“Imma miss you.” You said as Ahsoka was just about to step through the door.

“I know,” Ahsoka paused, “But I have some good news. My friend Barriss Offee’s gonna be here for a bit. I think you’ll like her.”

And sure enough, you and Barriss hit it off. She was a little older than Ahsoka, and was able to give you some guidance. She often joined you in the garden, or for meditation. 

She was interested in your swap from the Seperatist’s side, perhaps a little too interested. She often asked about what you were taught as a Sith, which made you uncomfortable. Whenever that came up you steered the conversation away.

It was probably just her naturally investigative personality. That's another thing you liked about her, she was smart. You could point to any plant, painting, or carving in the Temple and she knew something interesting about it.

Occasionally, she would share her doubts about the Order with you. It reminded you of your secret correspondence with Ahsoka, back before you joined the Jedi, so you indulged her. Her concerns were similar to those Ahsoka had, mostly centered around the war, but they were different. These weren't just lamentations that the world was messed up and the Jedi Order needed reform, they were more like subtle hints that the Order itself was the problem. 

It was almost like she was probing you to see if you shared these beliefs. You brushed it off the first few times, but as the hints became less subtle, and her ideas less like ideas and more like plans, you resolved to tell the Council at your next weekly check in. It was just a few days away. In the meantime, you compiled all the worrying things you’d heard Barriss say so you could show them to the Council. 

The day finally came, and as you walked down the hall to the Council Chamber, you had your head buried in a tablet, going over what Barriss said one last time. You tucked it away just before entering the room. 

It was dark. The room was empty, except for one man lurking in the shadows. He stepped forward, and you saw it was Obi-Wan.

“They thought it would be better if you heard it from me,” he said. You were close with Obi-Wan, and often sought him out for advice. He stuck up for you during the Council’s private discussion, since he truly believed in you.

“Master Kenobi,” You said, “Is everything okay? Where are the other Masters? Is Ahsoka in trouble–”

“No,” He interrupted, “She’s fine. I’m here to return these to you.” He opened a small box, which contained your Sith robes. They seemed familiar and yet out of place. Just a relic of a part of your life that was long gone.

“Why would I need these?” You asked. Kenoi stayed silent. Searching for an answer, you looked at his face. His eyes were filled with regret and resolve.

“I’m so sorry.” He said.

“Why would I need these?” You asked again, voice more serious.

“You are part of a prisoner exchange.”

“No.” You shook your head, “No, I can’t go back. I’m not going back! They’ll kill me! Master Kenobi please-”

“They don’t know you defected.” He said, once again interrupting you.

“Then where do they think I was?” You questioned.

“As far as they know, you were imprisoned by the Republic.”

“How is this fair?” You spat, “I betrayed the CIS, the Sith, and everyone I used to know for a chance at joining the Order, and this is how it repays me? By manipulating me to get all the information it needed and then sending me back to the very same evils I fled? 

“The Jedi Council never manipulated you.” Obi-Wan said, his voice infuriatingly serene and steady.

“Really?” You scoffed. “You imprisoned me, and didn’t even bother to let me know. I trusted you.” 

Your voice lowered to barely above a horse whisper. 

“You let me believe I had a future here.”

“I thought you did, too.” He said, “I’m sorry.”

“Can I at least say goodbye?” You asked after a moment of silence. Tears started to gather in the corners of your eyes, but you blinked them away. 

“No.” He replied. “We have to leave now.” 

You nodded, and followed him to a transport shuttle. It took about a day of travel to get to the exchange point. First you took a small shuttle, then a larger ship, a landing pod, and finally you rode on the back of Cody’s speeder. The whole time you didn’t utter a single word. 

It was a remote planet. Just farms with little to no strategic value. You were wearing your Sith robes once more, and your arms were shackled behind you to align with your ‘prisoner of war’ story. You’d gotten there before Grievous, so you leaned against the bike while the clones and Obi-Wan sent out snipers to stay hidden in the surrounding hills’ shrubbery. The long grass rippled in the slight breeze, and the sun beat down. A few wispy clouds drifted lazily across the sky as the minutes ticked by.

After what felt like an eternity of waiting, the CIS finally showed up. Their speeders kicked up a storm of dust, which could be seen from miles away, even with the rolling hills. They slid to a halt on the other edge of a dusty clearing in perfect formation; Grievous at the center, flanked by a v shape of commando droids. 

The metallic General dismounted, pulled a tied-up Jedi from the back of his bike, and shoved him to a droid. Cody started to grab your arm to lead you forward, but you shoved him off of you and affixed a look of disdain to your face.

Back when you first met him, this attitude would have come naturally, but now, after learning empathy, you actually felt bad for the clones. They didn’t ask to be soldiers. They never had a choice. But you couldn’t think about that right now. You had to keep up the guise of a disgruntled young Sith, complete with eye-rolling and sneers.

Cody walked you halfway across the patch of dusty ground while a droid brought over the captured Jedi. After confirming that the Jedi was alright, Cody signaled to Obi-Wan, and the exchange was confirmed. Before you left, Cody passed you a box containing your lightsabers. As you were rushed to the Separatist speeders, you dared to cast a final glance back at the Republic forces. 

They were too busy welcoming their returned friend to even look at you. 

“Each time you find yourself scooped up by the Republic reflects poorly on me.” Grievous continued berating you as the commando droids loaded the bikes onto the shuttle. “Have you learned nothing? When will you stop allowing yourself to be snatched by these pieces of Republic scum?” 

“Those reflections are deserved!” You spat back. “You seem to forget that it is your job to teach me to fight. Instead you’re too busy chasing down Kenobi for some personal feud that he doesn’t even seem to know (much less care) about.” 

Those words hung in the air for a moment.

“Ha.” He laughed hollowly, “Perhaps you have learned something.” He then climbed into the shuttle. You knew he expected you to follow, but you could tell your emotions were reaching a boiling point. Instead of thinking about leaving Ahsoka without saying goodbye, or how the council betrayed you, you changed the sadness into blind rage. 

The wood of a nearby tree splintered as though an invisible hand crushed it. You looked at your hands, squeezed into fists so tight that your nails broke the skin, and realized that had been you. You had unintentionally channeled the Force. Slowly, you loosened your fists, and a few splinters fell away from the tree trunk.

From that day on, anger would be your fuel, and it would serve you well.

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kiss me — anakin skywalker

synopsis: Behind closed doors, love defies duty—soft whispers, stolen touches, and a longing the galaxy can never know.

word count: 962

warnings: none <3

note: just a cute small piece I wrote hope you enjoy 🤍

“Senator.”

Anakin’s voice was soft but laced with mischief, his presence a warm, forbidden secret in the dimly lit sanctuary of your quarters.

You barely had time to process the moment before the door clicked shut behind him, sealing the two of you away from the world outside—the Senate halls buzzing with political tension, the looming obligations that pulled you apart more often than they brought you together.

“Anakin, you shouldn’t be here,” you scolded in a whisper, hands pressing lightly against his chest as if to push him away, though you both knew you wouldn’t. It was impossible.

He only smiled, that boyish smirk tugging at the corner of his lips. “I know,” he admitted, utterly unrepentant. “I just couldn’t help myself.”

His words curled around your heart, warm and intoxicating. You wanted to be angry—truly, you did—but how could you when he was standing there, looking at you as though you were the entire galaxy wrapped in silk and moonlight?

“Our visit to Alderaan was postponed, so the Council gave us the afternoon off.” He explained it so casually, as if it were the most natural thing in the world to slip away from duty just to see you. “So, I decided to come see you.”

His voice dropped to something softer, something intimate, as he took a careful step forward. It was always like this—stolen time, fleeting moments, a love that existed in the spaces where duty dared not tread.

Your heart ached with longing, a feeling that had settled deep in your bones after too many days apart, too many nights spent pretending not to search for his face in a crowded Senate hall.

You sighed, pretending to be exasperated, but the way you leaned into his touch betrayed you. His hands found your face, fingertips ghosting over your skin with all the tenderness in the universe.

“Oh, Ani,” you whispered, voice trembling with the weight of unspoken emotions.

His breath was warm against your lips, his forehead resting against yours as if he needed to feel you close just to remind himself this was real.

Your fingers curled into the fabric of his robes, desperate to hold onto something solid as the room around you blurred into insignificance. The galaxy could crumble and burn, and it wouldn’t matter—not here, not now, not with him.

“I’ve missed you,” he confessed, and you knew—without a doubt, without hesitation—that every word he spoke was the truest thing in the world.

“Kiss me.”

The words left you in a whisper, almost a plea, as your gaze flickered between his lips and his eyes. You saw it—the shift in his expression, the darkening of his pupils, the way his jaw tensed ever so slightly as his restraint wavered. His thumb traced the shape of your lips, slow and deliberate, sending shivers down your spine.

“Please,” you added, breathless.

That was all it took. His hand tangled into your hair, pulling you forward as his lips crashed into yours. It wasn’t just a kiss—it was everything you had been missing, everything you had been forced to suppress in the name of duty.

Love, longing, desperation—they poured into the way his lips moved against yours, how his hands traced the curves of your waist as if committing you to memory.

Anakin pulled you closer, as close as humanly possible, as if he could mold you into him, as if proximity alone could fuse your souls together.

Your heart hammered against your ribs, mirroring his own, and when the need for air became unbearable, you broke apart just enough to breathe.

But Anakin wasn’t finished. He pressed soft, fleeting kisses along your cheek, down to your jaw, along the column of your throat. Each one sent a spark of warmth through your veins, and you giggled, the sound light and breathless.

“Anakin, stop,” you teased, though you made no real effort to move away.

He grinned against your skin, his lips lingering just below your ear. “You torture me by denying me,” he murmured, his voice laced with faux dramatics, though the truth of it burned beneath his words.

You were about to respond—something playful, something light—but a sudden knock at the door shattered the moment into pieces.

“Senator Y/L/N, your presence will soon be needed,” a voice called from the other side.

The atmosphere shifted instantly. Anakin’s shoulders tensed, the playful spark in his eyes dimming as reality reared its ugly head.

You let out a quiet sigh, smoothing down the wrinkles in your robes as you prepared to face the world beyond this room.

“I’m sorry, Ani…” you whispered, reaching for his hand. Your fingers laced together effortlessly, grounding you, anchoring you.

“It’s not your fault,” he reassured you, but his voice was quieter now, touched with something somber.

You squeezed his hand one last time before pulling away. “I’ll see you tonight?”

His nod was small, but the longing in his gaze spoke volumes. “Tonight.”

You took a deep breath and stepped toward the door, but just as your fingers grazed the handle, his voice stopped you in your tracks.

“I love you.”

You froze, the three words sinking deep into your heart, filling the spaces left hollow by distance and duty. Slowly, you turned back, meeting his eyes, and for a moment, time stilled.

A smile—soft, genuine, filled with every unspoken promise—curved your lips. “I love you too,” you whispered, voice steady, unwavering. “Always.”

And with that, you stepped beyond the door, back into the world that would never truly understand what existed behind it. But as long as Anakin was waiting for you on the other side, none of it mattered.

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needy anakin coming back from a mission and just wanting to cuddle with his secret wife?? like start of rots type shit xx

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

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

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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.

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PAIRING Dilf!Anakin x Fem reader

SYNOPSIS Anakin being your father's best friend often visited and spoiled you with his gifts and affection. So when he saw you in the kitchen one night, in your skimpy little outfit and your drink spilled all over your tits exposing you further, coupled with him being tipsy, he no longer held himself back. ୨୧₊˚⊹♡₊˚⊹

WARNING/TAGS MDNI 18+, explicit content, mentions of oral, cunnilingus, praise kink, clit fixation, legal age gap, face sitting, tits fixation, slight use of alcohol. 1.5K words

Dilf!Anakin always had a soft spot for you. Being your best friend’s dad and your next door neighbour, he often came over for dinner, with your dad and his group of friends.

The thing was, he treated you so well. Secretly buying you that latest lip gloss product your parents had outright refused to, listening and gently stroking your hair as you cried your heart out to him about how your latest boyfriend had broken up with you. Holding your hair back as you threw up into the sink when you got drunk for the first time. 

He had always been there for you.

It was another boy’s night. You were in the kitchen, helping yourself to a glass of strawberry milk. Anakin came in, and your eyes instantly lit up at the sight of him.

“Anakin!” you squealed, rushing forward and throwing your arms around him. “I haven’t seen you in a while.” you pulled back and looked up at him, eyes wide and lips drawn into a subtle pout.

A flicker of amusement crossed his face at the sight of your face, (and gods you were so perfect for him) his smile creasing the corners  of his shimmering blue eyes. The smell of alcohol lingered in the air and you frowned, peering up at him suspiciously.

“Anakin, have you been drinking again?” You prodded at his chest, fingers pressing into the material of his shirt and the firmness of his well built-chest, and Anakin just laughed, catching your wrist around his own hand, which easily wrapped around yours in a gentle yet firm grip. 

“I haven’t had a drink in awhile,” he simply replied, as he ruffled your hair with a sheltering affection, his other hand sliding and tangling into your soft locks. “I missed you. You doing alright?” His speech was slurred ever so slightly but he maintained his usual steady and unyielding composure. The tips of his ears were red. He was drunk.

“Of course!” you chirped up, as you started going off about what you had recently been up to. Anakin just listened, occasionally laughing and nodding along at certain junctions of your story. He had always been a good listener, even when drunk.

But the intoxicating nectar was slithering its way to Anakin’s brain. They did something to his thoughts as they infused into his blood, and into the darkest corners of his mind, pulling and bringing out the lustful thoughts of you that he had always kept so nicely buried when he was sober. 

It didn’t help matters when you were dressed in nothing but a flimsy tank top and shorts that clung so tightly to your frame it barely left anything to the imagination–

You shifted slightly mid speech, and Anakin’s eyes instantly dropped to your chest before his mind could even catch up — Your tits were all pressed up and nudging against his abdomen, nipples all perked up and peeking through your top – the sensation instantly sent blood rushing straight to his crotch. 

Anakin’s breath hitched, his knuckles clenched so tightly they turned white. Fuck. He couldn’t have done anything to stop the rising tent in his pants. And yet you chatted on, utterly oblivious to the feel of something large and stiff pressing against your core . 

“ –one last thing, there’s this new friend I want you to see –” You turn around to grab at your glass of milk, but you overstretched, and it tipped over. You let out a yelp as the sweet liquid poured down your front. “Oh!”

“It’s all good,” Anakin said, as he hurriedly grabbed a clean towel. His eyes moved down once more – you might have as well not worn anything with how transparent your wet shirt was – and it was unmistakable in how his pupils were blown so wide, jaw clenched so tight as it took all his willpower for his drunken self to hold back, to bend your slutty waist over the kitchen counter and fuck you so hard that your sweet cunt would be absolutely molded for his aching hard cock. 

“Anakin,” you whined, chewing your lips in distress. “It’s going to stain my tank top, ugh.”

“I’ll just get you a new one, don’t worry about it princess.” Anakin replied dismissively, as he gently pressed the towel over your torso and gently moved back and forth, trying to get the most of the pink liquid out of your shirt.

He was only trying to help clean you up, that’s all. Like he always did. There was nothing improper about it, right? 

His fingers skimmed right over your sensitive bud. Instinctively, your body arched into his touch, the sensation spreading through your body and going straight to your core. What was this feeling?

“Anakin, haah, that feels weird,” you panted, looking up at him through your lashes. And gods, you had no idea what you were doing to Anakin. You were practically begging to be fucked, with the way you looked at him.

So could you blame him when he pressed his fingers harder into your hardening nipples? 

A moan uncontrollably slipped out of your lips as your hands scrambled for the wall behind you. Anakin simply followed your movements, backing you up, pushing your body right up against the wall as his hand gripped onto your waist, fingers digging into your soft flesh. His breathing was laboured as he looked down at you, mouth hung open as his eyes reflected the internal war going on inside of his mind. His friend or his friend’s daughter?

So when you had showed him upstairs, brought him into your room whilst you held his hand and pulled him through the doorway, the ounce of self control he had left in him instantly dissolved as he pushed you onto your own bed, climbing on top of you with his legs on both sides of yours, caging you in as he finally pressed his lips up against yours. 

You could barely make out the taste of alcohol, he just tasted so sweet it made you giddy. You moaned softly into the kiss, and he took this opportunity to slip his tongue in, you two were devouring each other, with his tongue practically fucking your mouth and large strong hands groping and squeezing away at your soft plump tits, which made your panties grow wetter by the second.

“God. You’re so good. What a gorgeous girl.” He pulled away, panting softly as he looked at you with an expression of pure, unfiltered need. Grabbing onto your waist, he pulled you right over his face in a smooth, effortless motion. You let out a soft yelp.

“Anakin — what are you doing —?”

“What does it look like, sweet girl? I want you to sit on my face.” Already, he was pulling your soaked panties to the side, not even bothering to take them off as he took in the gorgeous sight above his face.

“Mm, let me make you feel good.”

His tongue tentatively flicked at your pussy. It came into contact right into your sensitive little nub, and you let out a broken moan, uncontrollably bucking into his tongue. Anakin hummed contentedly against your clit, as he used his hands that were gripping your waist to guide you to ride his tongue.

Your body trembled as wave after wave of pleasure coursed through you, all radiating from Anakin’s tongue. It was filthy, the wet noises that his mouth made against your sopping cunt and how much you were moaning, crying his name, pleading for more as you neared your high. 

“Anakin — cumming!” You had little time to warn Anakin as your orgasm crashed through your body like a tidal wave. Your body trembled from the sheer force of it — and Anakin, pulling you further down onto his tongue, keeping you in place as he made sure to completely milk your orgasm until you were left shaking and overstimulated. 

“So good for me, my girl.” Anakin finally released his grasp around your waist as you collapsed into a trembling heap beside him. Pushing himself up to a sitting position, he gently brushed the hair out of your eyes as he took you into his arms, pulling you close to his chest as your ears pressed up against his steady heartbeat. 

“You did so well. I’m proud of you.”

Your face burned at his words. You pulled back to look at his face. He was sobering up, and he was still looking at you with that tenderly affection. Your hand tentatively slid down to cup at his hard-on.

“L-let me make you feel good too.” You tried to sound confident, despite being so embarrassingly inexperienced. Anakin just shook his head. Him and his old fashioned, gentlemanly ways, how could he let you pleasure him when this was your first time being intimate together?

“Next time, darling.” He pressed soft kisses onto your cheek and you whined needily. “Let me clean you up now…”

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a/n: Request made by anon! I hope I covered all the tags lol.

𐙚 Anakin Skywalker x Fem! Reader 𐙚 18+ MDNI

Summary: You're close friends with your neighbor, Anakin.

Warnings/contains: modern au, dom! male, sub! fem, dilf + milf, adultery, raw sex, multiple orgasms, squirt+cream orgasm, crying during sex, rough sex, oral sex (f reciv), choking, lots of dirty talk, reader is a milf, proof read-- english is not my first language!

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You held a tumbler to your breasts, and it was all he could focus on. Your white French tipped nails wrapped around that pink tumbler filled with hot coffee. A baby pink scarf around your head and neck and a pale coat that hugged your body. You stomped some to keep warm as your eyes followed the boys while they did drills up and down the outdoor rink. The sound of their hockey sticks, and sharp blades as they scraped on the ice echoed through the rink.

Anakin wore a knitted hat and coat as he stood beside you, his own hands engulfed in warm gloves. “You’re usually standing with the coaches before the games. Did you get kicked out again?” You asked before sipping from the warm drink.

“Apparently, my ambition has distracted the boys.”

“I told you last season to sign up for head coach. Luke likes you in the coach’s circle.”

“He does? You must know something that I don’t.”

You shrugged, “I eavesdrop when the boys have their sleepovers.” He nearly missed it as you traced your forefinger on the opening of the tumbler lid.

His breath hitched as he watched your nail… “U- Ahem, I won’t lie and say I don’t do the same thing.”

“Good friends keep you honest.” He nods once. “Were you thinking of coming over for dinner?”

And have the excuse to see your curves in a short apron? “Of course.”

“I hate when he’s out of town…” You twisted the ring on your slim fingers, “the house feels empty.”

“I’m sure me and the boys could help with that.” He smirked without looking at you. You stared at the side of his face and noted his cockiness. He’s sweet but prideful. Anakin knows how much you want him around, how excited it made you to hear his voice or even stand beside you like this. There was something about his charisma that drew you into him. You supposed it was the reason why even the people who couldn’t stand him found themselves circled around him for news about the team or his own life.

Last June

You had moved into this neighborhood with your husband and son. Two houses down from Anakin and his twins, you lived in a three-story home: pale blue exterior and close to the lakeshore. Anakin first spotted you as you carried in a small box from the moving truck and into the home. You came back outside and leaned on a porch pillar, a sweating water bottle in your hand, a white tank top clung to your form and blue jean shorts around your curvy hips.

The water from his hose sprayed on his car as his jaw loosened. “…holy shit.” Anakin’s eyes followed your every step as you walked back to the moving truck to assist your husband and son.

It didn’t take long before you turned around and waved. The man smiled drunkenly, his tongue rolled between his teeth as he waved back, watering his porch. You tilted your head at his actions, “Oh, Shit!” He turned his watering hose back to the grass and chuckled. By the time he turned towards your house, you were inside again. “Dad!” Leia called from the doorframe. “Where is my---” She scoffed, “Why is the porch wet?! My friends are coming over!”

“They can go through the side door.” He muttered distractedly. “Who are the new neighbors?” Through a sweaty brow, he peered over at your family.

“Huh? Oh, that’s the L/N’s.” Leia waved a hand and ate from a bag of grapes.

“I think the son plays hockey; I saw goalie pads.” Luke leaned on the porch, his attention on his phone. “We need a player badly, Dad.”

“Let’s wait until they get settled in and then we can visit.” Anakin finished watering the grass and sighed.

Leia shook her head, “We need to bring a gift. You can’t show up to someone’s house without one.”

“I can go to the store!” Luke perked up and slipped his phone into his pocket.

“Tsk, no! You just want an excuse to drive Dad’s car!” The two raced to the keys that rested in a ceramic dish by the door. Anakin didn’t care for the commotion that occurred over his car because all his attention was given to you while you rest in your husbands’ arms, his arms around your neck as he kissed your deeply. Part of him wanted to yell and tell you both to get a room but he couldn’t pull his eyes away from the lewd sight. “Dad! Leia took the keys!”

“Then get in the passenger side.” He groaned and pushed a cap onto his head.

Within a week of you living here, it was clear to Anakin that he wasn’t the only person, man or woman, who found you to be a beautiful and perfect distraction.

Present

“Poor thing, you look like an icicle.” Anakin chuckled and cupped your hands in his warm gloves. “Still not used to the cold?”

“I’m used to the cold, not the snow.” You said as he gently rubbed your hands. Other parents in the stands watched as he gently warmed you up. “Only a few more weeks of this until—”

“Rain.” The man chuckled and wrapped his arms around your shoulders.

“Mhhh, thank you.” You slumped against his body as his heat enveloped your body. “That’s perfect.” This wasn’t Anakin’s first time pushing it a little far with you. There were times where you’d find your way to his lap or in the tuck of his arm on someone’s couch. Each time, you figured there was some implications that pointed to him wanting more from you, but you’d just brush it off.

“There you go…” He chuckled and playfully kissed the top of your head. The practice came to an end and the boys began to take off their helmets and padding. Anakin refused to let you go, a teasing whine on his lips as he whispered to you, “You’re like a little bunny…I can’t let you go; you’ll freeze to death.” You laughed, a hand in your hair as you twirled a lock. “Have a good night!” A few parents exchanged their goodbyes with you and Anakin, used to the dynamic by now.

You felt a hand on your shoulder, “Moooom!” Your son shook your shoulder harder. “We wanna order in.” You faked a whine and buried your face into Anakin’s shoulder.

Luke chucked, “Hold me, Mister Walker~” He mocked your voice and nudged your son's shoulder. Luke brought your son into his arms and ruffled his hair.

"Very funny!" Your son pushed Luke into the snow.

“How about I drive your mom home and you both can meet us there?” Your son agreed and dug in your purse for car keys. He walked with Luke to your car and tossed their gear into the trunk. Anakin gently spun you on the ice outside the rink and led you inside.

You quickly gripped the side of the rink and shook your head, “I don’t have on skates! You don’t either!” The man took off his gloves as you stood awkwardly, your ass poked out and your feet spread as if you were too scared to move.

 “C’mon.” He rests his left hand on top of yours, the other on your lower stomach as he helped you stand up straight.

“I’m going to fall.”

“If you wish, you will.” He said as he helped push your feet on the ice. You clung tightly to him, your nails pressed into skin. His nose buried in your hair as he took deep inhales. Anakin held back a moan as your ass pressed on the front of his pants. His eyes fluttered close as you focused on reaching the next wall. Your hands quickly grabbed the padded side in a quick crash. The man’s hips rocked onto your soft backside and groaned. You gasped; a warmth built in your cheeks.

“I’m sorry!”

The man chuckled, his hold on your lower stomach tightened. “I’m not complaining, Sweetheart.” Your stomach flipped as he pulled you back with him towards the center of the rink; you quickly gripped his forearms for support. “Lean back on me, I’ve got you.” The man whispered and you gave him your weight. “You see the far zone?” You nod at the yellow exit. “We can make it…” With slowly glides, he takes you towards the far zone, his attention on your sweet expression outlined by your hair. “There you go.” He gently rubbed your lower stomach, his curious fingers played with the delicate, cold skin of your hand. Chills ran down your spine repeatedly without much of a break due to the sensual touches.

Without much of a warning, the man spun your joining until your backs faced the exit. He let his body take the hit and push the door open; his arms wrapped around your waist as you rolled on the fluffy pile of snow. “Christ!” You yelped as he chuckled and pushed snow from your clothes. Your legs tangled with his as you lay against him. “I’ll bring my skates next time.”

“It’s better this way.”

“Why?” You balled up some snow in your hands. “So I can struggle?”

“You’re so adorable when you struggle.” He pets your hair. You smush the snowball onto his face and stand up. The man laughed and pulled you back into the pile of snow.

When you and Anakin arrived at your house later, half of the team surrounded your kitchen islands; some half-eaten boxes of pizza and others were empty. Hockey uniforms were tossed in the laundry room and bags were lined up by the entrance. “Uhm, honey?” You grabbed the attention of every player. “My son.” You cleared your throat, and the young man found his way to you, “I thought it was just you and Luke tonight.”

“You didn’t see my text?” He asked as he was thrown a game controller. You sighed and looked through your notifications. “I guess not. Anyway, Chris’ truck had some issues so I said he could come here…the rest of ‘em found their way here.” He shrugged.

Anakin hung you and his coat, eavesdropping some. “…alright. Since it’s so many of you, sleep on the third floor.”

“Thank you!” he quickly kissed your cheek and called out an ‘I love you’ before turning his attention to the television, as his thumbs rolled over the controller’s right and left sticks.

Anakin flipped through a few boxes before he found an untouched pizza. He raised it with a smirk and followed your lead upstairs. His eyes followed your hips as they swished from side to side; his bottom lip caught in between his teeth. “I need to get out of these wet clothes.” He playfully bit the air behind your ass as you walked ahead, “Do you want to change into something else?”

“Hm? Yeah.”

You walked into the master’s bedroom and disappeared for a few moments. Anakin set the pizza box on the table and began to undress in the second living room. When you returned, you didn’t shy from the sight and instead you handed him a pajama set. In those grey shorts you now wore, you ass seemed fatter. He stood behind you as he buttoned the pajama shirt close, a breath away from your body. You looked comfortable in your alma mater sweatshirt. Perhaps it was how comfortable you were around him as you switched through movies until you settled on something you’d seen a million times. Anakin settled on the couch, his feet propped up, when you joined him.

From your fingertips, you took a few bites of your pizza. Anakin leaned forward and took a bite of your slice. His arm tucked around your neck as you lay back on him. “Did you put on perfume?” He took another inhale.

“Yes.” You tried your best to swallow your spit discreetly as your heart throbs in your chest.

“It smells nice.” He brought your neck closer to his nose and nipped it with his lips playfully. You puckered your lips and pushed him away. “C’mon.” He followed you to the other side of the couch and kissed your cheek. You didn’t move away as he hovered over you, a leg between both yours. “I’m just being friendly.” He leaned deeper over you and bit your shoulder. Your hands rests on his shoulders as he kissed the reddened spot.

“Friendly? None of my friends do that.” You rose up and turned him on his back, your legs straddled his.

“Really? I could have sworn I’d seen you and Valentina like this in November.” He sat up on his hands, his lips a centimeter from yours as his eyes traced your dazed expression. “May I try something?” You nodded as he leaned into your lips, his hands sunk into your hair as you kissed him back. Your mouth opened for him, his thick tongue made it’s warm and silken impression on yours. Without warning, he took the gold band from your finger, minding the large diamond before he set it on the table. Your body fell onto his; his rock-hard cock under you as he sucked on your bottom lip, and you took his top lip into your mouth. “Fuck, you feel amazing.” He groaned, palming your ass as you sat on his hips.

You pulled off your sweatshirt and left yourself in a bra and shorts. …just as big as I imagined! You thought as his cock throbbed under your heat. Maybe bigger. He grabbed a fistful of your hair and turned you on your side. He lay against you on the couch, soft kisses trailed down your collarbones and to the edge of your bra. “Careful…”  He inhaled your excited exhales and breathed it back into your lungs. “We shouldn’t be doing this.”

“I know.” His forehead rests against yours, his fingertips glide over the heat of your skin. “We won’t get caught.”

He chuckled, “You sound so sure of yourself.” Anakin whispered as his lips brushed against yours, “Your son already thinks I’m fucking you.” You shook your head, “It's true. Now, I’m trying to be a good man; to respect your marriage, Y/n.” He hiked your leg up on his hip until you were spread open.

You peered up at him with those large eyes, glazed with need, “You don’t care about my marriage.” Again, he laughed. His tone was not convincing from the start but you calling him out was comical in the heat of the moment. His hand tucked into the waistband of your shorts and grazed over your slit through your panties.

“He’s a lucky man…” You followed Anakin’s eyes to a marriage photo behind your head on the side table. He turned his gaze down to you as his fingers played with your slickened pussy. “Shhhh…” He circled the pad of his thumb on your clit. When you began to whimper a little too loud for his liking, Anakin took a deep kiss from your lips, his tongue dove into your mouth so lewdly.

The erection that bulged against your leg distracted you from his middle fingers that seamlessly slipped into your pussy, stretching your pink pussy. He swallowed your whimpers in his mouth as he pumped his fingers in and out of your pussy at a steady pace; each stroke curled to your sensitive spot inside your pussy. “N~ nnhhg~” You kissed the shell of his ear, and he pressed even deeper onto you until you could feel the ridges of his muscles through the pajama fabric.

He sped up, his fingers fucked you faster, “Ride my fingers.” He said softly as your sweating forehead pressed on his. Your hips bucked forward to his rhythm, seeking that delicious feeling that stirred in your core. “Ride them.” He repeated and you sat up on your hands, working your hips to the pace. Your silky walls clenched him with every stroke so rightfully, he took his place between your thighs. Two lips around your clitoris as he weakened your hole with his thick and invasive digits. He suckled until he found that perfect center. Your thighs faltered and his breath grew hotter as he breathed on your pussy, inhaling your sweet scent. “You can take it, pretty girl~”

Never had your husband spoken to you in this way, touched you in this manner. Sure, this was cheating but dammit, it felt good. He pushed your thighs wide and pushed a third finger into your cunt. The flat of his tongue pressed on your hard clitoris and you whined from the pressure. Anakin could feel your climax building; your walls clutched him tightly and you ride his fingers faster. Your exhales scattered and needy as if you were trapped in a tight space. “Cum for me.” He moaned into your ear, “Cum on my fingers, pretty girl.” His lips swallowed your cries as he worked your core. When you came along his thick digits, he could feel your pussy spasm and see your eyes roll back. He gently pats your cunt until you squirted over the couch cushions; he quickly gathered you in his arms to keep you from falling back. His hand stroked your damp forehead, a kiss on your temple as he carefully placed you on your hands and knees.

Your arms lazily held the arm rest of the couch as you huffed. You couldn’t remember when he pulled off your panties or took your bra off but with the heat you felt they weren’t needed. He pinned you to the couch, his hands rests on top of yours as his muscular frame caged you in. His firm cockhead pressed of the folds of your swollen pussy, “Mhh, fuck.” He groaned in your ear, a tempting edge to his voice. “…little cunt.” His tip caught on the opening of your pussy, threatening to push inside at any given second.

Anakin gripped your throat in his hand and tilted your head back, so you’d look him in the eyes. He enjoyed the feel of your body against his, the center of your sensitivity against his. Your breathing was quick, your body still twitching from the last orgasm. “You’ll take every inch of my dick, won’t you?” You nodded as his lips hovered over yours. He pried your lips open and spat in your open mouth. “Swallow it.” You obeyed his command as your eyes glossed over. Slowly, he buried himself to the crotch inside of you. “Fuck, you’re choking my cock.” Your eyelashes fluttered as he gripped your throat tightly.

He pushed into you at a comfortable pace as you gripped the couch, a few obscene moans left your mouth.

Downstairs, two or three of the boys turned their head to the sounds coming from the second floor.

Anakin quickened his pace as he pumped your pussy full of his fat cock. “Shhh…” He chuckled as you gripped the couch tighter. “Shut up or I’ll take you to the floor.” You could barely understand him as each stroke twisted your consciousness. His cock was the kind that you savor so naturally, you did so. Mindlessly, your mouth pooled with drool. Anakin laughed before kissing your lips. “You’re such a filthy whore.”

“Y- yes, Sir.” He pistoned into your cunt harder, stroking deeper with every sway of his hips. Anakin gripped your throat harder until your vision grew blurry and all you could think of was his cock. Drunk off his length, you hadn’t noticed the stairwell lights that flicked on.

“This is what you wanted, right?” You only exhaled a breathless moan, “They can hear you, slut.” He taunted in your ear. “Can you hear me, fuck doll?”

You nodded; your drool spilled on the side of the couch. “M- mhm.”

“Letting me fuck your pussy raw, you’re such a whore.” You smirked; you’d already came on his cock twice now. He kept his full length in you and stirred his hips with a deep groan; his cock whisks your insides, rearranging your guts.

“F- fuck~ ” He took your clawing hand and pressed it on your stomach that bulged with his length. You could hear the boys downstairs as they gathered blankets for the night and prepared for their night over.

“Focus on what’s important.” Anakin’s words echoed in your ear as he continued his relentless bucking into your cunt. “There you go~”

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[mcrdvcks]

love on the brain

summary: Anakin fucks you. word count: 1.9k+ pairing: anakin skywalker x fem!reader notes: since i'm seeing revenge of the sith in theaters for the first time (i wasn't even a year old when it first came out, lol) i thought i'd treat myself and everyone else with a pure smutty oneshot. enjoy! (also, sorry for the bad summary. but in reality it is the most apt one😭) warnings/tags: porn no plot, soft dom!anakin, but also needy!anakin?, oral (f!receiving), fingering, overstimulation, light choking, belly bulge, unprotected piv, creampie, no beta we die like the clones

It didn’t take until Anakin’s hands were on you, roaming anywhere and everywhere. The door shut with a click, the apartment quiet other than the sound of speeders roaming around Coruscant. He quickly shrugged off his Jedi robe before taking off yours.

His mouth was on you the second the fabric hit the floor, hot breath searing paths along your skin, marking you with lips that bit and kissed and licked with a worshipful kind of violence. His hand tilted your chin up higher, while his gloved, mechanical hand pressed against your lower back, bringing you closer to him until there was no space between you.

He didn't speak. Just breathed—ragged, shallow—as if your presence alone was burning the air out of him. And then he dropped to his knees.

Your boots stayed on, your tunic still hanging off one shoulder, pants snug against your thighs. It didn’t matter. He was already mouthing at your clothed cunt through the fabric, heat seeping into you, that gloved hand sliding down to press between your legs, pushing hard enough to make you gasp. "Anakin—"

"Shut up," he muttered, voice hoarse, reverent, like a man crawling toward salvation. "I need this. I need to taste you."

He tugged your pants down just far enough, hands greedy, trembling with restraint that cracked the second he got you bare. His mouth was on you before the fabric even hit your knees, tongue fucking into you with a hunger that had nothing to do with patience. Like he was starving. Like he'd forgotten how to breathe any other way.

Your knees buckled. His arms wrapped around your thighs, holding you up, dragging you forward, grinding your cunt against his mouth like he wanted to drown in you. And fuck, he moaned into you—loud, broken, like the taste of you was pulling confessions straight out of his soul.

"You like this?" he growled against your clit, voice soaked in lust and heat. "You gonna fall apart for me, sweetheart? On my tongue, like you were made to?"

You could barely nod, hands buried in his curls, hips rocking into the rhythm he set—filthy, wet, relentless. His tongue curled, dragged up and down, lips sucking your clit into his mouth until you choked on your breath, legs shaking. Every sound he made, every desperate hum and groan, buzzed through you like a live wire.

His fingers joined in, two of them pressing inside you, scissoring, curling until you gasped his name like it was a curse and a prayer all at once.

"That’s it," he whispered, licking up the slick mess he was making of you, drunk on it, wild-eyed. "You gonna come for me? Come on. Give it to me. Give me everything."

And when you did, it hit hard. Your body locked, your cry sharp and high, thighs clenching around his head. He didn’t stop. Didn’t even slow. He held you there, forcing you to ride it out, his mouth dragging every last tremble out of you until you were slumped against the wall, twitching, wrecked.

He pulled back, chin slick, eyes fucking molten. "I’m not done," he muttered, voice almost broken with need. Then he stood, yanked your tunic over your head, tossed it aside like it had personally offended him.

Anakin’s hands landed on your waist, dragging you roughly, half-carrying you toward the couch like you weighed nothing. His body was still humming with it—the desperation, the hunger he hadn’t even tried to hide. The second the backs of your knees hit the cushions, he shoved you down, mouth crashing onto yours, swallowing your gasp.

Your tunic bunched uselessly around your waist, pants still tangled around your knees, boots scuffed against the floor. He didn't waste time. Hands grabbed your boots, yanking them off one by one with sharp tugs that left you breathless. The mechanical whir of his hand echoed through the room as he grabbed your pants next, dragging them down, tossing them somewhere without looking. His breath hitched when he finally saw you—bare, flushed, already wrecked from the first orgasm he'd torn out of you.

"Fuck," he muttered, like a prayer he didn’t know he was saying. His flesh hand cupped your pussy, warm and greedy, fingers dragging through the slick mess he'd made of you. "You’re so wet for me, sweetheart."

Your head dropped back against the couch, hips bucking up into his hand without meaning to. Anakin growled, low and ragged, and grabbed your thighs, dragging you closer to the edge until your ass nearly hung off. He settled between your legs, spreading them wide with rough hands. His gloved fingers squeezed, hard enough to leave bruises.

"Keep 'em open," he said, voice dark and broken. His metal hand slipped up your body, grabbing your wrists and pinning them together above your head with a single, unyielding grip. You whimpered, and he grinned, feral.

"You gonna behave for me?" he asked, leaning down, nose brushing yours. "Gonna let me fucking ruin you like you deserve?"

"Yes—" The word barely made it out before his mouth was on yours again, teeth clashing, tongue forcing its way in. He tasted like desperation, like you were his last goddamn chance at breathing.

Without warning, he pulled back just enough to spit—a sharp, filthy motion—right onto your pussy. The wetness dripped down over your already messy folds, and you keened, hips twitching. Anakin let out a harsh laugh, rough and wrecked.

"Messy girl," he rasped, dragging two fingers through the spit and your slick, pressing them into you without warning. You cried out, thighs trembling, wrists straining against his iron hold.

"Eyes on me," he growled, snapping your chin up with a brutal, loving tilt of his gloved fingers. "Wanna see you fall apart. Don't you dare look away."

He fucked you slow with his fingers, obscene wet sounds filling the apartment, every thrust making you jolt against him. His thumb pressed against your clit, not moving, just holding, teasing, until you whimpered and twisted in his grasp.

"That's it," Anakin muttered, watching your face with a hunger that bordered on violent. His mouth dropped to your throat, biting hard enough to mark, to bruise, sucking a dark bloom into your skin while his fingers curled deep inside you.

You were close again, the second orgasm building brutal and fast, tightening like a noose. Anakin could feel it. You knew he could—the way his mechanical hand tightened around your wrists, how his thumb started circling your clit in tight, punishing little strokes.

"Come for me," he demanded, voice wrecked, forehead pressed to yours.

And you did—your whole body clenching, thighs snapping shut around his shoulders as you screamed his name, raw and broken. He didn't let up. He held you there, trapped in it, dragging the orgasm out until you were sobbing, breathless, trembling against him.

Finally, he pulled his fingers out, bringing them to his mouth without hesitation. He sucked them clean, groaning low in his throat like he was losing his mind on just the taste of you.

His hands were already tugging you into place, dragging your bare, shivering body onto his lap like he couldn’t stand another second without you. You straddled him backwards, your ass grinding into his hips, feeling his cock heavy and throbbing against the base of your spine through his pants. Anakin groaned, low and guttural, the sound scraping through the back of his throat.

"Fuck, just look at you," he muttered, his gloved hand sliding up from your thigh, over your waist, palming your breast roughly, thumb flicking over your nipple until you whimpered. His other hand, warm and flesh, snaked between your legs, fingers dragging slow and sticky through your slit.

"So fucking wet," he gritted out, grinding you down against him, letting you feel every hard inch he was still holding back. His mouth was at your jaw, biting, kissing, sucking marks onto your skin like he needed to brand you as his. His mechanical hand wrapped around your throat, squeezing just enough to make your breath catch, your whole body clenching around nothing.

"Anakin…" You were shaking, voice barely more than a whimper, hips rocking against his hand, desperate for more.

"I know, sweetheart, I know," he rasped, soothing you with a kiss to your temple even as his fingers found your clit and started circling it in slow, filthy little strokes that made your thighs quiver. "You’re gonna take me so good, aren’t you? Gonna let me fuck you just like this."

He barely got his pants down far enough before he was lining up, the blunt head of his cock pressing against your soaked entrance. No teasing, no patience left in him. He bottomed out in one brutal, perfect thrust that knocked the breath from your lungs, made your head fall back onto his shoulder with a ragged cry.

"Shit—" he growled, mechanical hand tightening at your throat, holding you still as he started moving, slow at first, dragging himself out and slamming back in so deep you could feel him punching against your cervix, see the bulge of him in your lower belly.

"Feel that?" he panted into your ear, thrusting up hard, grinding against your sweet spot until your vision blurred. "That’s me, baby. Stuffed so fucking full."

You could barely nod, brain short-circuiting from the way he filled you, stretched you, ruined you. His hand on your throat shifted, slipping up to push two gloved fingers into your open mouth, gagging you lightly on them as you cried around the intrusion.

"Good girl," he murmured, voice wrecked with love and filth. "Take it. Take everything."

Your body moved helplessly against him, every thrust, every rough circle of his fingers on your clit dragging you closer to the edge again. He could feel it—fuck, he knew it—and he didn’t let up. His mouth found your shoulder, biting hard enough to leave teeth marks as you started shaking in his lap, moaning around his fingers.

"Come for me," he demanded against your skin, voice breaking, desperate. "Fucking come, now."

You shattered, a high, choked sob bursting out of you as your cunt clenched around him, gushing over his cock, soaking his pants, your whole body seizing up in his iron grip. Anakin groaned, loud and guttural, fucking you through it, not giving you a second to breathe.

He pulled his fingers from your mouth, shoved you forward over the couch, face down, your ass high in the air as he stayed buried inside you. His hand pressed between your shoulder blades, pinning you down like you might try to run—like you could.

"Not done," he rasped again, losing his fucking mind as he snapped his hips forward, fucking you raw, rough, reckless. His mechanical hand slid up, wrapped back around your throat from behind, hauling you up slightly so he could pound into you even deeper, his cock slamming against your sweet spot over and over until you were sobbing into the cushions.

"Gonna give me another," he growled, biting at your neck, his other hand reaching around to rub your clit again, brutal and fast. "Gonna fucking milk me, baby, come on—"

You couldn't fight it, couldn't even think. Another orgasm tore through you like a lightning strike, your pussy clenching down hard around him, dragging a wrecked, broken cry from his throat. Anakin cursed, stuttering through a few more thrusts before he buried himself to the hilt, cock pulsing as he finally came, filling you up with thick, hot spurts that made you whimper through the aftershocks.

He collapsed against your back, trembling, panting, his hands still clamped around you like he couldn’t let go if he tried. His lips brushed your shoulder, your neck, soft now, frantic in a different way.

honestly, i'm shocked this wasn't longer. it felt long writing it, lol

[pizzapottah]

I’m gonna pack my things (and leave you behind)

summary: You’re five years old when Darth Vader kills your mom. Or — so you think — your parents.

pairing: han solo x skywalker!reader (eventually), platonic skywalker family x reader

word count: 4.3k

warnings: so many feelings, reader's anakin and padme's daighter, also she's a itty bitty haunted by the force, anakin and padme die but it’s not really explored much (yet), mentions of childbirth, nightmares, mentions of anakin’s demise on mustafar, one swear word i think

author's note: I know y'all want an update on the heir and the wolf and that the star wars fandom is as dead as pope francis but PLEASE HEAR ME OUT ON THIS ONE 🙏🙏🙏 this is for the 2 people that said they would read it lmao

divider from @saradika

You’re four years old when your mum comes back to your apartment on Coruscant with the happy news. 

She nears your room, where you're trying to screw back together a toy lightsaber that you somehow managed to dissect — tongue sticking out of your mouth, a concentrated pout prominent on your face. You’re really your father’s daughter, she ponders sometimes, thinking back to that blonde boy on the sand planet that managed to build a whole robot with scraps. The nurse droid, RO-N4, is dutifully watching your work, assuring that you don’t hurt yourself in the process and hinting at the pieces that should go back together; she raises her head when she sees that Padmé has returned. 

You jump up when you notice her, running to give her a big hug, almost making her lose her balance; but she’s used to it, and wastes no time in hoisting you on her hip. The robot stands up, ready to gently reprimand you, but your mother gingerly shoos her away with a smile. “Why don’t you go out with Threepio on a walk? I’ll stay here with her. We have something to discuss.” she winks at you, “Some serious girl talk to do, am I right?”

You giggle — that childish, innocent laugh that makes hours of relentless debates in the Senate worth going through — rubbing your cheek against hers. “Yeah! I have shoooo many things to tell you, mama!” 

The robots follow the senator’s suggestion, stumbling their way out of the door, and you soon go back to the area dedicated to your toys to show her your hard work. “Look, mama!” you’re basically jumping up and down in joy, holding up the pieces of the once toy lightsaber. “This is the cyber crystal–”

“Kyber crystal, sweetie.” 

“Ky-ber crystal. And then this is the one part of the handle with the switch–”

You could go on and ramble for hours, she thinks. She’d happily listen to all and any of your thoughts and wonders and never get tired from it. Soon enough, Padmé’s lying down on the soft sponge puzzle pieces of the playmat that serve to prevent any possible injury from falling over. We’ll need to change those soon, she thinks absentmindedly, she’s already grown out of the always-falling-over phase. 

She isn’t sure of how much time passes; at some point your ramblings slow and you scoot closer to her, sniggling in her lap. “Mama,” you mumble, yawning. “‘m so happy that you’re here. I missed you a lot today.”

Her heart breaks. A hand carding through your locks, she smiles sadly, “I know, sweetie, I’m sorry that mama has to work so much. But I promise it’s just so that once you grow up you will be able to live in a peaceful Galaxy, without ever worrying about learning how to fight like your papa.”

You perk up. “But I wanna be like papa when I grow up.”

She shakes her head, feigning her best scandalized expression. “How dare you? What am I, chopped liver?” she takes you in her arms and blows raspberries in your cheeks, making you squeal and thrash around. “Nooo! Don’t, mama, it’s ticklish!” 

“What about being a senator, mh?” she offers, not unkindly. “We can fight too, you know.” She puts on her best imitation of Palpatine and presses a matter of utmost importance, “Senator Skywalker, what do you think we should have for dinner as of today?” 

Your chuckle makes your little chest rumble against her belly. Your surname is not Skywalker — it is Amidala, often Naberrie when on Naboo, but never have your parents referred to you as that; they mostly leave it out when asked, avoiding the question but never stating either the truth or the cover-up. There’s still hope to change the Order, Anakin always says, that one day she can wear my surname without it causing a scandal. And Padmé believes him: and she believes that when the time comes, you’ll be rightly known as Senator Skywalker. 

Suddenly, you go quiet. “I want papa,” you whisper it like it’s forbidden — it kind of is, but you shouldn’t know that. Padmé’s heart breaks a little again. Anakin was sent out on a mission two weeks ago and hasn’t even been able to keep in touch ever since, making you miss him terribly. 

She laughs as softly as she can — she doesn’t want to hurt your feelings. “No can do, sweetie. Papa isn’t due to be home in at least another three days, but I’m sure that once he’s here he’ll be elated to spend some time with you. Besides, you can’t eat papa for dinner.” she rests her cheek on her hand, patting the free space next to her. “Until he comes back, it’s just you and me. What would you like to do tomorrow? I have no Senate meetings.” 

You scoot closer, lying down on the spot she just patted, curling against her chest, “Can we see Ahsoka, then?” 

She chuckles a little quieter now. Her and Anakin still don't know how to explain to you that she left the Order a while ago and has no intention on returning to Coruscant any time soon. “Ahsoka’s away like papa, honey. But I’m sure that once she comes back, she’ll be just as happy as he will to spend time with you.” 

She smooths your hair back, pressing a lingering kiss to your forehead, pressing her hand up and down your back. She wonders how good of a sister you’ll be; and even if she knows you’ll be wonderful with the new baby, she still can’t bring herself to say it out loud. “How about I make some shaak meat and then get you prepared for a good bubble bath?”

You look up at her, pouting, “But I’m big now! Do I really have to bathe?” 

Padmé bursts out laughing. “You’ll have to clean yourself your whole life, sweetheart, to hopefully not smell like a bantha.”

You huff, glaring at her. “Papa barely even showers.”

“Papa stinks. He was raised on a planet with barely any water and still considers showers optional. Do you ever hear me tell him how I love his perfume? No, that’s because he doesn’t use any. You hear me sending him to sleep on the couch because he smells terribly, though.” 

You end up eating your dinner — vegetables included — without a fuss and going to take your bath like a champ. Somewhere along that timespan both the nurse droid and C-3PO came back home to be of help in cleaning the kitchen as Padmé prepares you for bed, lying down next to you and reading to you one of the stories in the hologram that Anakin bought on one of his last missions. 

MId-story, she notices you get eerily silent. She carefully turns her head, trying to understand if you’re already sleeping, only to find you more awake than her, eyes open wide. “Is… is everything alright, sweetie?” she asks, a bit bewildered– just a moment ago, you looked like you were about to fall asleep, and now you look like you’re ready to fight everything that could be thrown at you. 

“Mama,” you whisper it like it’s a secret, “I just remembered. How are they?”

She blinks, confused. “Who?”

“The twins,” you say, “Luke and Leia.” you pat her belly as if to state the obvious. 

She looks at you, horrified — she found out she was pregnant today, and no droid or doctor mentioned twins. “I– sweetheart, what?”

You lean your head, confused. “I saw them yesterday in a dream. They asked me about you.” 

Her heart almost stops. She laughs nervously, looking at you with wide eyes, expecting you to say something about the weird and absolutely not real dream that you had, but instead you just stare at her, completely serious. “What… what do you mean?” 

You frown. “If you don’t know, then I can’t help you. Nighty night.” you tuck yourself under the covers and curl above her chest once again, sighing happily. 

Padmé’s heart feels heavy. It’s happening again– you murmur something about having had a dream, say something even more alarming, then completely ignore what you just said and act like nothing happened. It’s getting worrying — Padmé managed to get you out of the Jedi program last year just because of her status as senator, but she is sure that this year, she won’t be as lucky. The quantity of midi-chlorians in your blood can’t be hid, unfortunately, and in probably less than a year she will be forced to give you up to the Temple. 

Anakin’s sure you will make a great Jedi, but your mother’s worried — and how can she not be? Her husband’s more away than he is at home, and with the war going on, it’s already a miracle he manages to visit Coruscant. The fact that you seem to possess your father’s horrifying ability to dream about possible futures doesn’t ease her worries. 

“I’m just worried about her–” 

“But why? She’s young, she’ll be trained–”

“She will, but I don’t want her to be haunted by the thoughts of possible futures and whatnot.”

It’s late. You’ve already gone to bed, shushed by Anakin’s stories and anecdotes from his latest mission, and even if this should be a carefree and happy moment because her husband has managed to come back home unscathed again– your mother just can’t get something out of her head. 

Anakin huffs and puts his hands on his waist, looking at Padmé like she’s crazy — there it is, where you got your attitude from. “I can always call one of the Temple guards and tell them that there’s a Force-sensitive kid here. They can train her until I can take her as Padawan; it’ll take, what? Six, seven years? Hopefully I’ll be done with the war by that time and will be able to focus on her as my padawan.” 

His wife crosses her arms, glaring at him, “I don’t want her as your padawan,” she grits out, “I want her safe, here, where we can have a decent relationship and she won’t be stripped away from my arms.”

He leans his head and raises an eyebrow. “Sweetheart, I can’t make her dreams go away. I don’t even know how to make my nightmares go. But at the Temple, they can teach her how to control them, how to use them for her own good– for the Order’s and the Republic’s own good–”

“You say that just because you wouldn’t have any problems in seeing her,” she sniffs, “you’ll be a welcome, familiar presence in the Temple — but it is known that they don’t let anyone outside of the Jedi enter.” 

His shoulders drop, and he starts shaking his head. “Padmé…”

“Don’t. Don’t tell me that we have to give her up to the Temple, because I don’t want to and I won’t–”

“But we’ll have to, Padmé, they’ll teach her everything she’ll ever need and–” 

She bursts out crying. It might be the pregnancy, or the fact that she still hasn’t told him about it and it’s eating her alive, but she’s much more emotional than usual. “I don’t want them to take her away from me!” 

Anakin’s eyes soften, his posture breaks, “Oh, dear,” he mutters, pulling her in his arms and letting her cry out in his chest. “It’ll be alright,” he murmurs, lips pressed to her head, “we’ll find a solution for everything.” He still doesn’t know when or how, but he’ll try with everything he has to solve this situation to the best of his ability.

He had honestly thought Padmé was exaggerating when she said that you were having visions, probably thinking it was just baby babbling or something, but he is proven wrong that same night, when he is abruptly woken up by the sound of the door of their bedroom opening. 

“Papa?” you call out from the doorstep, voice sleepy. 

He manages to get himself out of bed — when he’s home, night duty is always on him, as Padmé already deals with it enough while he’s away — and, yawning, he walks off to you and kneels down to your level, sending a glance to your bantha plushie safely tucked under your elbow. “What is it, sweetheart?” 

Blank stare on your part, you look at him like a war veteran would. “You were being burned, papa.” 

He blinks and counts to five before accepting that it’s way too late in the night — or early in the morning, he has no idea — to deal with this type of shit. “Okay, listen– how about we go catch some fresh air outside, hm?” 

You let him pick you up without any protests, curling up in his arms as you whimper quietly. He drags his feet along the pavement of the apartment, sliding open the door to the terrace that overlooks the whole city; it’s like it never sleeps, always someone going around and about with their speeders, lights often left on in the apartments below. The night air sends a chill down his spine and he instinctively holds you tighter in hopes to shield you from the cold. 

“Mum told me about these dreams you’ve been having,” he starts slowly. 

You hum, pressing closer to him, the plushie squashed between you two. Your eyes look tired, almost older than you actually are, and his heart squeezes at the sight. “Papa, do you know Darth Vader?”

His heart skips a beat. He knows no Vader, surely not a Sith named like that, but the fact that you dreamed about it almost makes his knees buckle. He mentally promises himself to make some digging in the archives and reports for any Vaders that might be hiding out there. “I don’t, sweetheart. Do you?” 

Your brows furrow, your little hand patting the skin above his heart. “I don’t think I do.” 

He presses his lips into a thin line. “Well, what does he do in your dreams?”

Your frown deepens. “I never see him. But Obi-Wan’s afraid of him– or, or angry at him, I’m not sure. Maybe both.” 

His frown mirrors yours. You’ve never met Obi-Wan aside from a time or two when he was assigned as bodyguard to your mother, but that was years ago; you shouldn’t be able to remember him. “How do you know who Obi-Wan is, sweetheart?” 

You stare at him like he’s stupid. “Isn’t he a friend?”

“I mean, I guess he is, but you’ve never actually met him, have you?”

“Then I think I will.” you cuddle back on his shoulder like nothing happened. 

Yeah, we gotta send this one to the Temple, he bitterly thinks. The thought of your mother alone in this apartment after years of having you around makes him sad, but there’s no one else apart from the masters there that could help you — he would try to, if the war wasn’t stripping him of all of his free time. 

Anakin has no time to properly train you. As of now, he could manage to give you chopped notions and barely any principles; in the Temple, all the Jedi solely focus on the younglings’ training, a luxury he can’t afford right now. 

She’s still so young, Padmé’s voice rings in his head, I don’t want her to forget about me. 

Six years old might be already too old for a youngling, Anakin ponders, but five years old would be perfect. They still accept kids that age. 

Another birthday for Padmé, he decides, another birthday and then off to the Temple she goes. 

Except, he doesn’t know there’s no time for another birthday. Not for Padmé, anyways. Nor for him, too, some could argue. 

“Papa,” you mumble, “could you sing me that lullaby?”

He chuckles affectionately. “Aren’t you getting a little too old for that?” He teases, with no actual intent in ever stopping to sing Ghost Star to you. You could be forty and him on his deathbed and, if you asked, he’d still sing it for you. “Ghost star, wonder where you are; Ghost star, are you very far? All night long, I will sing your song, if you watch over me…”

You do end up properly meeting Obi-Wan. That is, unfortunately, after — for what you know — both your parents die. 

The air in the spacecraft is eerily still, as even C-3PO is stunned to silence. The tears on your cheeks have long since dried, and you keep fidgeting with a small, faintly glowing cube in your hands  — the only thing you managed to take with you when your mother loaded you into the spaceship directed to Mustafar. She’s — was, was, was — able to open it, but you still have no idea how to do it; your father promised he would have taught you to, but… well. He now never will. 

The cries from the med bay stopped a while ago. And while you’re still so young, you know that the silence means nothing good. You might not be a master of the Force, or know enough about it to understand fully what it means, but you’ve felt it — your mother’s presence slipping away in favor of two smaller ones. 

Finally, after a time that seems never-ending, Obi-Wan emerges from the door connecting the hallway with the infirmary, his expression full of sorrow. He looks surprised by your calmness, almost as if he had expected you to have gone crazy by now. “Hi,” he breathes lowly, tired and remorseful. How do you tell a kid her mother’s dead when just a few hours ago you had to break the same type of news about her father? 

After he understands that you’re not going to reply, he gets closer and kneels in front of you, taking note of the cube you’re holding in your hands — a holocron. Does she know how to open it, yet? “Hey, kid,” he tries as softly as he can, “I…”

“Mama’s gone, isn’t she?” You interrupt him. Obi-Wan almost stumbles; the look in your eyes is scaringly similar to the one Anakin had sometimes, strangely old for your age. “I felt her slipping away like papa did.” 

His lips are pressed into a thin line as he puts a hand on your shoulder. “I’m really sorry,” he says it even though he knows it won’t change anything. “We tried everything, but even the medical droid had no idea what to do.”

“Oh,” C-3PO mumbles as R2-D2 beeps sadly. “This– this is horrendous news.” 

You nod absentmindedly, like you’d seen it coming. “Are Luke and Leia okay?”

He raises his eyebrows. “Who?”

“The twins. Are they okay?”

As even Padmé looked surprised by the fact she was having twins, he wonders how in the world you knew and gave them names. Your mother left no names behind, and he had thought about just naming them after your parents, but if you already had names picked out… then it’s not his place to name your siblings, is it?

“They are.” C-3PO sighs in relief as R2-D2 lets out a happier beep. “Would you like to see them?” 

You nod timidly, almost stumbling as you stand up from the chair you sat in and taking Obi-Wan’s hand when he offers it to you. You’re still gripping on the holocron like a lifeline, its dim glow faltering every now and then. “Do you know what that is?” He asks, pointing at it as the door to the infirmary opens. 

You glance at it, unsure. “Dunno. Mama always played the hologram inside when I missed papa, but I tried opening it and it didn’t work.”

If Padmé managed to open it, then Anakin must’ve programmed the holocron so that the Force frequency needed to open it was small enough that she could play it; even if you were a prodigy like your father, though, it would be impossible for you to open it without directions or a minimal training. 

The nurse-droid your mother brought with her is feeding some milk to one of the twins when you enter — Obi-Wan guesses she might have had it with her the whole time, because he doesn’t remember this ship having such a thing as baby formula in its stocks. 

RO-N4 places the infant back in the cot with the other twin as soon as they burp, and since you’re still too short to properly look at them Obi-Wan has to take you in his arms for you to have a good peek. 

“This is Leia,” he murmurs softly, pointing at the baby with small tufts of brown hair. “She was born first.” He then points to the smaller, uglier and balder twin, “And this is Luke; he was born right after.”

You coo, pushing your index finger against Luke’s cheek. “They’re so ugly,” you state, not exactly with the intent of insulting them– just saying what’s in your mind. 

Obi-Wan chuckles fondly. “Well, I’m sure you were at least as ugly as them when you were this little. Pretty much everyone is.”

You turn to him, holocron still in hand, hesitantly nudging it to him. “Mister Obi,” you say, calling him with the nickname that later on will stick to him for pretty much your entire time spent with him, “do you know how to play this?”

He nods, taking the holocron in his hand and changing his hold on you so that he can use his other hand while still keeping you upright, “This is a holocron. It’s used by Force users to store information and files, and it opens if infused with the Force. Let’s see…” 

He concentrates on the cube, focusing a small amount of Force within it, then delicately twists the corners as it starts to glow steadier. Just as he expected — the smallest amount of Force that even Padmé could’ve been able to conjure up. The holocron starts to float, projecting a hologram in the dim-lit room. 

It starts with Anakin, clearly just knighted as a proper Jedi: he’s still a bit scrawny, his hair’s yet to grow after the braid and the small ponytail for padawans had been cut. He looks a bit embarrassed to be in front of the camera as a small baby’s cries echo in the recording. “Do I really have to do this?” He mutters. 

A laugh comes from the side, and the baby’s cries get louder — maybe closer to the camera. “Of course you do!” It’s Padmé’s voice, amused but clearly tired, stabbing directly into Obi-Wan's heart. That poor, poor girl… “It’s the only way she’ll stop crying, and since you’re mostly off-world, she’s mostly crying. This will solve a lot of my problems — even the droids are starting to go mad.” 

A pair of arms and a swoosh of a dress appear to the side, and suddenly a crying infant is trusted into Anakin’s hands. It’s you, his master realises, crying as if the world’s about to end, face all red and pudgy, definitely a bit less ugly than your siblings. Your father’s eyes soften in a way that makes Obi-Wan’s heart ultimately crumble. 

“Hey,” he murmurs, cooing and humming as he presses kisses all over your cheeks. He winces as your face contorts even more, “Now, c’mon, don’t look at me like that,”

“Please, Master, just sing the song!” It’s C-3PO’s voice in the distance, full of despair and anguish. “Another sob and the metal holding me together might just turn to rust!” R2-D2’s beeping seems to be of the same idea as him. 

Anakin huffs, glaring down at you with no real hostility. “You’re one hell of a spoiled baby, you know that?” 

Your cries continue nonetheless. He glares at the camera. “Padmé, I love you, but if anyone else ever sees this, I’m divorcing you,” 

“You would never,” your mother’s knowing voice is a mere rumble in the distance as Anakin settles to hold you tight to his chest, pressing a kiss to your forehead before starting to sing. 

“Ghost star, wonder where you are; Ghost star, are you very far? All night long, I will sing your song, if you watch over me. Ghost star, hiding in the night, all your friends are all so bright… when the sky is clear, I can sense you near, looking down on me. Ghost star, silent in the sky, now I start to wonder why. Show me your light; I've waited all night. Ghost star, won't you sing with me?” 

He sings the lullaby multiple times until you’re completely knocked out, dismissing Padmé when she offers to take you back to your room, preferring to keep you close for another while. His stare as he looks at you is so tender that Obi-Wan can’t believe he just had to leave him to die.

Soon enough the recording restarts, the same banter and song again, but he lets it play. Every word is a guilt trip, every laugh a stab in his chest, and the image of Anakin with a baby happily sleeping against his chest might just be the end of him. 

By the time he finally shuts the holocron off both you and the twins are passed out; he tries to convince himself that the hole in his chest isn’t gnawing away at the last bit standing of his sanity. He looks at you, carding a hand through your hair, of the same tenderness as your father but with the same curl of your mother's, and decides here and there to never tell you about what really happened on Mustafar. Not that he really had the intention to do, as of now, but… you don’t deserve to know about Vader. Obi-Wan won’t let you live with the knowledge that your father killed both himself and your mother, no. 

And so, the lie about Darth Vader killing both Senator Amidala and her loyal guard, Anakin Skywalker, who lost his life fighting for hers, is born. 

[ihearthayden]

HOLO-HOOKUP

ANAKIN SKYWALKER

MDNI SMUT 18+

PAIRING: master!anakin x padawan!reader

WC: 2.9k

SUMMARY: you and anakin are in a secret relationship, since it’s against the jedi code. you couldn’t go on a mission today with your master and his team, because you got the fever. he decides to call you during a break, just for a quick check up—but the conversation will last longer than he expected.

CW: phone/hologram sex, masturbation [ f and m ], improper use of lightsaber/lightsaber play, degradation, dom!anakin, age gap, dirty talk, master kink, semi public, slight edging, name calling/pet names

A/N: hey guys! this is my first post/fic so i’m pretty nervous, but i hope you will like it. [ btw my inspo came from CW S7E2 ] my requests and dms are open so feel free to txt me, i’m in a need of hayden/sw enthusiast moots lol btw english is not my first language, so i’m really sorry if something is grammatically incorrect.

now enjoy the story! <3

The halls of the Jedi Temple were eerily silent as you rested in your quarters, the faint hum of Coruscant's bustling cityscape a comforting lullaby in the background—although it was muffled by the thick walls. From the bed, you could hear the distant whir of passing speeders, and their voices always made your mind wander into its blurry maze—to craft different imaginary scenarios. They fed your delusions with the false hope: maybe your master had finally arrived home from his mission. You were supposed to station on Anaxes with the rest of the team, but a morning fever confined you here, far from the frontlines, far from him.

The aftereffects of the illness weighed heavily on you, your body was sluggish and weak, yet it was your heart that ached the most. You couldn't stop thinking about Anakin's suffocating absence and how he should have been caressing your overheated frame instead of fighting on a different planet. You fantasized about him wiping away the beading sweat from your shivering, fragile body with his caring, large palms. You sighed, leaning back against the cool pillow. Every fiber of your being yearned to be by his side, battling droids and facing the galaxy's chaos together, but your condition had left you stranded here.

The hum of the holo-communication device broke the silence of your desperation. You froze stiff as a statue—just like the ones surrounding Naboo's lakeside, and your heart leaped into your throat. You rushed to the device, fingers trembling as you activated the connection.

And there he was.

The flickering light revealed his face, your heart ached at the sight of him. His face bore new scrapes and smudges of dirt, his hair tousled from the battlefield, but his eyes—those molten orbs of fire and tenderness—were fixed solely on you. You got goosebumps as a shiver went down your spine, but the medicine had already started to work, so the fever didn't cause it.

"Ani," You whispered—a breathless relief flooding through you at the mere sight of him. You hadn't even realized how badly you needed him until now. 

"Chee-ska anota," he murmured, the Huttese term for "my dear love" falling from his lips like a prayer.

"I didn't expect to hear from you. I thought you'd be too busy saving the galaxy." You teased him softly, but deep down, you were glad you were on his mind as much as he was on yours. He chuckled—the tone low and warm—a balm to your frayed nerves.

"What's the point of saving it if you're not there to see it?"

But before he could continue his sentence, his words faltered for a second as his eyes traced over your face. 

"You look—your face is still red, and your eyes..." He shook his head, his brow furrowing. "Your eyes are shining, but not in the way I want them to. You're still burning up, aren't you? Fuck." You noticed him curling his hands into a fist, his fingers dug into his palms. "I could already barely focus on this duty because of you, but this was the last straw. I'm going home." 

Even though his concerns melted your heart, you didn't want to ruin their mission by making their strongest Jedi vanish or risk the option of the others discovering your little secret relationship.

"Honey, my fever is already gone. I just need to regain some strength." You were hoping this would change his drastic decision, but it only made him raise his voice at you firmly. 

"It was already a huge mistake to leave you alone in such a helpless state. But I promise you, Chee-ska, I won't abandon you again. Ever." Worry pooled in his eyes, a silent storm brewing beneath his lashes.

God, he's always so stubborn.—you thought to yourself.

Your body craved every molecule of him to be close to you—but you knew you had to do something to calm him down and make him stay there with the troops. You brushed your curly locks away from your face and leaned forward on the bed so that your robe opened slightly in the front, revealing the lacy top of your satin nightgown, along with your rosy cleavage. 

His features immediately loosened up, while a small sigh escaped his mouth—since he's aware that you never wear any lingerie under it. 

"Don't try to manipulate me, Snips. I'm still your master, which makes me the one in charge. I make the rules." He tried to appear serious, but he couldn't mask the sound of longing that filled his voice.

You knew that he wouldn't be able to resist you—since he could never hold himself back. When you find a way to flick the switch in him, he sheds his cautious, caring personality and transforms into a predator. When he got aroused, he became a bloodthirsty beast—and you embodied the prey in his eyes. Just like a starving animal, ready to maul and devour any living creature in sight. 

Since your goal was to push him over the edge, you bit the pink flesh of your pouty bottom lip and reached out to his other lightsaber—which was accidentally left lying on the nightstand next to your bed. It was the only thing that resembled his present, and as you slowly ran your fingers over its surface—you quickly figured out your plan. 

"If you are the one making the rules, why don't you make them fun?" These words left your glossy lips as you drove the weapon up to the right corner of your mouth. 

"Stop being a brat and fix your behavior, youngling. I command you as your superior, not your partner."  His tone carried the weight of authority, a warning you might have believed—if not for his eyes, smoldering and unashamed as it lingered on your chest.

You loved to lure out his raw dominance with your attitude so he would use you to fulfill his sickest, secret, intimate desires. His mechanical arm and the force combined allowed him to take advantage of you and have more control over you than anyone else could ever do—and you enjoyed it more than anything.

"Are you sure that is what you want? Because if you change your mind and stay, you could see me doing this." You kneeled and grabbed the saber with both of your hands so that you could lick it all the way from the bottom to the very top of it. You started swirling your tongue around the tip of it and throated every inch of it without any warning. It wasn't a challenge to take it—your esophagus had adjusted from everyday use to Anakin's significantly bigger size—but it still drew a quiet gag out of you. Your teary eyes never left his surprised gaze, which hunger quickly overtook.

You saw him reach out one of his hands towards your hologram—to pretend to grab your hair—and started bobbing it in the same rhythm as you did with your head. You noticed his growing bulge through the thin fabric of his Jedi uniform—and you couldn't help but sit back on your heels and start rocking your hips a little for some stimulation. This lustful view strikes a tingling sensation in your abdomen. Your brain flooded with the picture of his trembling, overstimulated tip as it stained his pants with his sweet, milky, smeared precum—waiting for you to clean it up with your tongue. 

You snapped back to reality, and a streak of saliva remained attached to the object as you released it from the hot cave of your mouth—while trying to catch your breath.

"I wish that it would have been you. Even though it's your lightsaber, unfortunately, it still can't cum down my throat like you." You said with sad puppy-dog ​​eyes while trying to stop panting, but an unexpected statement struck your ear.

"Ride it." 

A naughty grin appeared on your face as you tried to tease your boyfriend for a tiny bit longer.

"I thought you were worried about your sick little girl, but now you want to use her?" You said with a mocking tone, but he immediately growled at you.

"I said ride it." The harsh order made you stare at him momentarily, but he instantly broke the silence.

"Don't play stupid now. Just obey." He aggressively unbuckled his belt with one hand and rolled up his sleeves while he continued his monologue.

"I lied to the team that I came to this empty warehouse to strategize, so be a good slut for me and don't waste our precious time." He gently ran his fingers over the prominent outline of his size, which made his voice tremble with desire. 

"I saw my needy baby grinding while putting on her little show, so don't you dare to deny how fucking wet you are for me." You squeezed your thighs together, and they remained stuck from how sticky he made you. "You knew exactly what you were doing, so now it's your job to finish what you started, sweet little thing."

You realized how Obi-wan or even the enemy could catch him at any millisecond, so you quickly tossed the lightsaber on the bed, placed your hands in front of yourself and positioned your tiny body above it. 

"Yes s-sir!" You stuttered, but before you could start masturbating, you heard him say—

"Stop. Did you just go dumb on me already? You forgot something. Words, sweetheart, words. What do good girls say?" His serious side always made your core drool. You remembered the missing essential and said it without hesitation.

"Thank you, master!" His mean face finally released a small smile. 

"Now you can continue."

You shifted until your painfully throbbing slit hovered directly over the part that was covered in ridges. As you slowly sank into it, the cold touch of the remaining saliva sent a jolt through your body. You started humping on your little "toy" back and forth, dragging your clit across the whole length of it. The friction made your breath come up in ragged gasps. You tried to glare into his lustful iris but couldn't make contact with his gaze—Anakin had already rolled his eyes back. A heavy moan escaped from your plump lips as he revealed his fully erect member, slamming it against his muscular abs. A puddle of precum pooled around the base of his dick, and some of it already ran down to his thighs. The liquid glistened as the light reflected off it, but he spat in his palm to lubricate it even more. He started gliding his hand on his most sensitive area while watching you chase your high. The holopad was set up to make it look like he was towering over you, ready to finish on your face.

"You are the filthiest whore in the whole galaxy. I mean, look at you, tiny Padawan of mine…skipping your stationing duties to pleasure yourself at home." He kisses his teeth, making a quiet 'tsk' sound." You're fucking pathetic." He threw his head back as he degraded you. You tried to fasten your pace, but your legs started to shake unintentionally to let you know you wouldn't last long. A knot began to form in your stomach, but Anakin shouted at you.

"Oh no, don't even think about it. Don't you dare to cum yet. I didn't give you permission. Don't be greedy."

You whined, your fingers curling desperately into the sheets, the fabric twisting between your trembling hands as you fought against the inevitable. Every muscle in your body was drawn tight, quivering under the weight of restraint, but it was futile—you were at your master's mercy. The heat between your legs was unbearable, pulsing, demanding release, but you knew better than to give in without his approval. Your breath hitched, a pathetic whimper slipping past your lips. You felt helpless, wholly unraveled under his control, but deep down, you knew his cruelty had a purpose. He wasn't denying you out of malice—he was building you up, drawing out your pleasure until it consumed you, until you shattered so thoroughly you wouldn't recover for days. The way he edged you was deliberate, precise, and designed to wreck you in the best way possible. Every second he made you wait, every teasing word, every denied climax—it all led to something greater. He wanted you mindless by the time he allowed you to break. He wanted to pull every last drop of prurience from you until you were gasping his name like a prayer. And when that moment finally came, when he finally let you fall, it wouldn't just be pleasure—it would be devastation.

"See? That wasn’t so hard, was it? At least not for such a good girl. Now, my princess gets rewarded for finally being obedient." He looked up at your face, then down to his old weapon in your hands, and his lips curved into a smirk.

"Slide it in your pretty pussy. Ride my lightsaber as if it was my cock." Anakin's penis was aching, his whole body was shaking while he jerked off. 

"Spread your legs wider, angel, will you? I want to see what's mine. Your warm cunt belongs to me." After his request, your hole pulsed as if it had its own heartbeat. You aligned the "dildo" to your entrance, and with one sharp movement, you rammed it into your opening. You reached up to your chest to cup both of your breasts in your hands and gave them a rough squeeze before you pinched your nipples as Anakin's replacement kissed your cervix. You saw that he trusted into his palm faster than before and became much more vocal.

"Yeah, that's it, that's my girl. You are taking it so good for me." His praises helped your orgasm to build up even more. 

"A-ani, mhh, I'm close; I can't take it anymore! " He heard your shutter, which made him look up from under his eyebrows. You could see that pearly sweat streaks started to run down from his forehead, and their route followed the scar mark on his eye.

"Do you think you deserve it? Beg for it. Can you do that, little one?" He questioned. "How much do you want it, hm? Show me. Make me proud."

His hips hadn't stopped since the call started; he fucked his palm restlessly, so you knew that you had to trigger his weakest spot to get the job done.  

"I promise that I'll be your slave, your fucktoy when you come home, okay? I'll let you use me as a cumdumpster anytime, just please let me finish already.  Anakin, it hurts! " You whimpered while tears ran down from your cheeks to your chin. You started rapidly circling on your swollen clit and pumping into your soaked folds, sliding in and out his "stunt double" that rubbed against your G-spot repeatedly. This was all he needed to hear and see.

"K-kay, let it happen baby, cum for me. Cmon, give it to me. Give me what's mine." He commanded, his words are law.

Your back arched with grace as you went crashing over the edge. You collapsed on your bed into a puddle that your squirt made, mind blank as waves of pleasure rolled through you. The world around you blurred into nothingness, consciousness suspended in the aftershocks of ecstasy. This meant the main attraction to Anakin, the sight of you undone, the way your body trembled and spasmed. His breath hitched, muscles tensing as climax washed over him. His cock throbbed violently in his grasp, spilling thick ribbons of his release over his fingers as he choked out your name. Ropes of his load painted his v-line, dripping down toned his stomach and pooling in his lap.

"Fuck, you are something else. Good job, kid." He panted as he dragged his pants back on. 

"See, I told you that you don't need to leave work for me." You stuck out your tongue while giggling and kicking your feet. 

"You are not sick anymore, that's for sure. The only sick thing is what you promised me in return for your orgasm." He winked at you with his ocean-blue eyes. "Good thing that Rex's helmet recorded everything, so I will have proof." 

Your eyes widened, and you couldn't believe what you heard.

"OH MY GOD—ANAKIN SKYWALKER, YOU FUCKING FREAK! Why didn't you tell me you made the call from his helmet?" You screamed in anger, but your boyfriend just laughed in your face. 

"More risk, more fun, doll." 

Before you could respond to his answer, a sharp knock echoed from his end of the connection. You could see the sudden shift in his expression, the way his shoulders stiffened. From offscreen, you heard Rex's voice, low but clear—

"General Skywalker, you've got company." 

Anakin cursed softly, his free hand running through his already messy hair. He turned back to the holo-projector, his face conflicted. 

"The team found me, I have to go. I'll be home soon, so don't forget our deal. Ni chuba du," he said, his voice barely above a whisper, the words in Huttese heavy with meaning. "I love you." 

Before you could respond, the connection flickered out, the blue light vanishing, and you were left staring at the empty space where he had been.

[angelseraphines]

ೃ⁀➷ let me love you like a woman ˗ˏˋ꒰ 🦢 ꒱

╰┈➤ obi-wan kenobi x tatooine!reader imagine

a/n: i would like to give a special thank you to @lumillsie for the layout of this post and for the filter used on the header! this story takes place following the events of revenge of the sith, where obi-wan kenobi is in exile on tatooine. i hope you enjoy reading! 🤍

˚ ༘♡ the twins suns burned high, an oppressive white orb and molten star hanging in a sky bleached of all color, and the scorching sand outside your family’s shop shimmered akin to heated glass. mos espa breathed slow in the midday lull, its usual clamor hushed beneath the burden of the heat. only the fools or the desperate braved the streets now, those with credits to chase, or errands to run, or no home worth hiding in.

˚ ༘♡ you were behind the counter alone, the air inside dry but not quite suffocating, cooled just enough by the old condenser hissing gently in the corner. your mother had gone to barter for oils at the distillery two stalls down, and the shop, lined with bolts of cloth, spools of thread, sun-bleached leather satchels and imported moisture filters, rested in your care for the day.

˚ ༘♡ you wore ivory-white, the fabric was gauzy, sheer in the sleeves and hem, trimmed with pale gold thread and small mother-of-pearl beads that clicked when you moved. the heat was no match for the thin layers, and you relished the lightness, how it made you feel almost unreal, like some desert mirage wafting through your family’s simple walls. and you knew how you looked. it wasn’t vanity, it was fact. your skin gleamed in the sun, your hair loose, a sheen of sweat catching along your collarbone where it dipped into your dress. you knew what the boys in the square whispered when they saw you. you simply didn’t care.

˚ ༘♡ but him. he was different.

˚ ༘♡ you knew the shape of him before you saw it. of middling height, cloaked in rough robes that hadn’t been tailored in years, boots worn to the sole. he moved like a man who did not want to be perceived, who took no pride in posture, who walked with a quietness that only came from someone who had spent too long alone.

˚ ༘♡ the old wooden chime rattled as the door creaked open, and when you looked up from the counter, there he was. kenobi.

˚ ༘♡ you had only ever heard him addressed like that, “mr. kenobi,” when your father was being formal, or just “kenobi,” in the clipped, disinterested tones of market vendors who didn’t care much for names unless they owed you money. no one knew much about him. he lived past the edge of the dune sea, near the cliffs, in one of the carved-out stone huts that had belonged to the miners before the sands took them. he kept to himself. came down once or twice a month, sometimes less. bought little, said even less. no family, no friends, no history anyone could confirm. only a man with tired eyes and sun-leathered skin, who worked part-time at the meat station carving carcasses with a precision that never quite fit the rest of his appearance.

˚ ༘♡ “kenobi,” you said with a soft smile, brushing the wisps of your hair back and standing straighter. not too formal. not too familiar. merely enough to catch his eye.

˚ ༘♡ his gaze lifted slowly. beneath the shadow of his hood, his face was the same as always, quiet, drawn, unreadable. but something in the eyes flickered. pale blue. duller than they used to be, you imagined, but still sharp beneath the troubles within. not unkind. just… unreachable.

˚ ༘♡ “miss,” he said, voice low. dry, like gravel turned over in a hand. he nodded once in greeting, then looked to the shelves.

˚ ༘♡ you didn’t speak immediately. didn’t rush him. you’d learned, over the past year or so, when he’d happen to appear, that he hated questions. hated chatter. but he never left without a word if you were the one behind the counter. there was something in your presence, something in your voice, or your serenity, or perhaps just your curiosity, that he never quite refused.

˚ ༘♡ “looking for anything in particular?” you asked, letting the hem of your sleeve drift along the counter’s edge. the fabric glimmered softly in the light.

˚ ༘♡ he hesitated, and then, with a slight shift of his hand, pulled a list from his pocket. creased. small. you stepped forward to take it, brushing your fingers over his as you did, feigning casualness. his hand jerked slightly at the contact, not violent, but startled. like he hadn’t expected warmth.

˚ ༘♡ you pretended not to notice.

˚ ༘♡ the list was simple. thread. canisters for water storage. a replacement coil for a condenser unit. nothing lavish. nothing even remotely indulgent. all of it mundane, all of it necessary. the kind of list made by someone who spent most of his days thinking only about survival.

˚ ༘♡ you glanced at it, then back at him. “we’ve got most of this. thread’s in the back, though. i’ll have to grab it for you.”

˚ ༘♡ he nodded again. “thank you.”

˚ ༘♡ no smile. no change in his expression. but he was still watching you, and that was enough to provoke something in your heart.

˚ ༘♡ you moved through the curtains behind the counter and into the backroom, biting your lip, the heat following you like a second skin. he was handsome, even if the desert had worn him down. handsome in a way that wasn’t youthful or polished, but weary. carved from stone. a man who had suffered something he would never speak of aloud. and yet… you couldn’t help it. every time he came in, something in you stirred like a story waiting to be told.

˚ ༘♡ you returned with the thread, letting the beads on your sleeves chime faintly as you walked. “this’ll hold for repairs,” you said, setting the spool down gently before him. “strong, too. doesn’t fray.”

˚ ༘♡ he picked it up, turned it once in his hand. “that’ll do.”

˚ ༘♡ he did not compliment you. he did not flirt, or even linger. but when your eyes met his again, there was something behind them. recognition. a kind of restrained gentleness. and beneath that, you sensed it again, the weight of something vast and terrible. the sorrow of a man who had lost everything but was alive enough to feel the ache.

˚ ༘♡ “how’s the station?” you asked, more softly this time.

˚ ༘♡ “untroubled.”

˚ ༘♡ you veered your head. “you don’t like questions, do you?”

˚ ༘♡ his jaw tightened. then, after a pause, “no.”

˚ ༘♡ you smiled at that. “i’ll remember that.”

˚ ༘♡ and for the briefest moment, his gaze did not look away. it stayed on yours, searching, tired, cautious. but not cold.

˚ ༘♡ you gave him the total. he paid in imperial credits, all properly counted. he did not make excuses or offer barter, simply accepted the number as it was. and when he turned to leave, you let your voice follow him, softer than before.

˚ ༘♡ “come back sooner next time, sir. i get bored with the scorching sand and uncivilized creatures as company.”

˚ ༘♡ he paused at the door. the light framed him in gold. he did not look back.

˚ ༘♡ yet you saw it, the barest incline of his head. like acknowledgment. like thanks.

˚ ༘♡ and then he was gone.

˚ ༘♡ you waited five full minutes.

˚ ༘♡ five minutes of pretending to rearrange the baskets. five minutes of glancing at the empty street beyond the shutters. five minutes of pretending you were not already gathering your courage like folds of your sheer skirt, not already bracing yourself for something unwise. no one had come by. the heat still reigned. your mother was still at the distillery, your father still at the hangar. and kenobi, he was already disappearing into the blinding light beyond the plaza, heading out toward the low hills of sand that marked the beginning of nowhere.

˚ ༘♡ so you did something reckless.

˚ ༘♡ you flipped the “closed” sign, ducked beneath the counter, and slipped out the side door. you didn’t lock it. you didn’t leave a note. you simply went.

˚ ༘♡ sand tugged at your slippers, the wind catching at the hem of your gauzy dress, turning it into streamers of white and gold behind you. your shawl fluttered loosely over your shoulders as you picked your way through the narrow alley behind the shop and emerged into the outskirts of mos espa. no one saw. or if they did, no one cared. maybe they thought you were off to visit a friend. or chasing someone. which, in a way, was true.

˚ ༘♡ kenobi was far ahead by then, a lone figure drifting over the dunes, headed away from the town like a ghost returning to its tomb. he moved steadily, not fast, not slow, just with the practiced gait of someone who had made this journey too many times to count. he didn’t notice you.

˚ ༘♡ you followed at a distance, heart loud in your chest, half expecting him to turn around at any moment and catch you in the act. but he never did. he just kept walking. farther and farther from civilization, from stalls and shouting and spice-sellers and moisture farmers, from everything that tied you to the world you knew.

˚ ༘♡ you had always wondered what he did out here. the hermit beyond the dune sea, they called him. stay away, your parents had said. men like that don’t come to town unless they need something. and you don’t want to know what they’ve done to end up that way.

˚ ༘♡ but you had wanted to know. desperately.

˚ ༘♡ the ground rose gently beneath your feet as you climbed the low ridge where he had gone. by now, the market was a distant haze. here, the world was empty and gold, a vast stretch of sand and sky. the atmosphere was thick. only the wind moved.

˚ ༘♡ and then you saw him.

˚ ༘♡ he was just the crest, sitting beside a cluster of jagged rock formations, his cloak drawn around him, not to guard from cold, but perhaps to guard from memory. his shoulders were hunched forward slightly, his hands clasped. his face was turned away from the sun, but you could see the line of his jaw, the vague downward curve of his mouth. and for the first time, you saw not just mystery, not merely enigmatic allure or rugged charm.

˚ ༘♡ you saw sorrow.

˚ ༘♡ not simple grief. devastation. the kind of sadness that hollowed out the soul. that silenced men. that turned warriors into wraiths.

˚ ༘♡ he didn’t cry. he didn’t move. but the look on his face…

˚ ༘♡ something ached in you.

˚ ༘♡ he looked like he was listening to something no one else could hear. like he was waiting for a voice that would never come. the wind stirred the edges of his cloak and rustled his uncut, auburn hair, but he remained still. so still, you almost believed he was made of stone.

˚ ༘♡ you didn’t step closer. you stayed hidden behind the rocks, breath caught in your throat, unsure what you had expected but knowing it hadn’t been this.

˚ ༘♡ you thought you’d find answers.

˚ ༘♡ you found a man grieving something far too large to speak aloud.

˚ ༘♡ and it made your heart twist, not out of pity, but something else. the same thing you’d felt when he touched your hand in the shop. the same thing you felt whenever his eyes flicked over your face, too quickly to be anything but deliberate.

˚ ༘♡ you whispered, barely loud enough for the wind to carry.

˚ ༘♡ “…what happened to you?”

˚ ༘♡ but he didn’t hear. or maybe he did, and he just had nothing left to say.

˚ ༘♡ you stayed there, beneath the twin suns, watching the man the galaxy had long since forgotten.

˚ ༘♡ and for the first time, you understood why he lived alone. why he spoke so little. why your parents had warned you away.

˚ ༘♡ not because he was dangerous.

˚ ༘♡ but because he was broken. and maybe he was beyond repair, too far gone in desolation to be saved.

˚ ༘♡ and yet, even now, especially now, something in you ached to try.

˚ ༘♡ you weren’t even trying to get closer. not really. you only meant to shift your footing, to find a better place to crouch, to watch without being seen, to satisfy the reckless ache in your chest without pushing your luck.

˚ ༘♡ but the sand beneath the ridge was loose. your slipper grated against the coarse sand. your ankle contorted. and before you could catch yourself, the ground rushed up fast and sharp beneath you.

˚ ༘♡ you landed hard on the side of your knee, right against an outcrop of jagged rock hidden beneath the dune’s surface. pain seared red-hot through your leg, a tearing, ugly kind of pain that wasn’t just a scrape, it dug in, sharp enough to punch the breath from your lungs and make your vision bloom black around the edges.

˚ ༘♡ you gasped, and then you cried out. it wasn’t a scream, a sound ripped straight from your throat, raw and involuntary and sharp with pain.

˚ ༘♡ you clutched your leg, hand stained crimson against blood already seeping through the fabric. the gash was deep, slashing through the muscle in a way that made your stomach churn. the kind of wound that wasn’t going to clot on its own.

˚ ༘♡ and before you could even attempt to rise, before you could hide the stupid, childish mistake you’d just made, you heard it.

˚ ༘♡ footsteps. brisk. precise. heavy against the sand.

˚ ༘♡ you looked up, expecting fury. expecting a storm.

˚ ༘♡ you found him.

˚ ༘♡ kenobi stood over you, robes whipping in the wind, cerulean eyes fixed on yours with something unreadable in their pale depths. not anger. not exactly. something taut. something pulled tight between alarm and discretion.

˚ ༘♡ you opened your mouth to explain, to apologize, to say anything.

˚ ༘♡ but then he knelt.

˚ ༘♡ “let me see it,” he said, already pulling a fold of his outer robe free, already reaching for your injured leg.

˚ ༘♡ you blinked, stunned.

˚ ༘♡ “what…?”

˚ ༘♡ “you’re bleeding,” he said flatly. not unkindly. focused. “deeply.”

˚ ༘♡ “i didn’t mean to… i was only trying to…” you winced, teeth clenched as his fingers found the edge of the torn fabric. “i’m sorry. i know i shouldn’t have followed you, i wanted…”

˚ ༘♡ “stop talking.” it wasn’t cruel. it was the voice of a man who had seen worse than this. much worse. his hands were steady, rough-palmed but gentle, and his brow furrowed with concentration as he pressed the fabric to the wound. “you’re going into shock. breathe slowly.”

˚ ༘♡ you did. because something about the way he said it left no room for refusal.

˚ ༘♡ the blood was soaking fast, and you saw the frown that flickered across his face. you weren’t imagining the tension in his shoulders, the way he exhaled through his nose, as if trying to smother the heat beneath his skin.

˚ ༘♡ “does it hurt here?” he asked, fingers trailing just above the torn edge. your leg jerked involuntarily.

˚ ༘♡ “yes,” you hissed. “sorry… yes.”

˚ ༘♡ “don’t apologize.” his voice was soothing now. almost soft. “try and relax.”

˚ ༘♡ he tore another strip of cloth from his robe. his fingers worked fast, binding it tight with an efficiency that betrayed a history you didn’t know, of medpacs and battlefield wounds and makeshift triage in places far from here. he tied it off. it wasn’t pretty. but it was secure.

˚ ༘♡ you watched him as he leaned back, hands braced beside your leg, his head angled only narrowly.

˚ ༘♡ his hair was tangled with sweat. his jaw unshaven. and yet there was something beautiful about the way he looked at you in that instance, not as a burden. not as a foolish girl who trespassed where she didn’t belong. but as a person. as someone in pain. as someone he wanted to help.

˚ ༘♡ “…you’re not angry?” you asked, your voice barely above the wind.

˚ ༘♡ he blinked. the corners of his mouth twitched, not quite a smile. more like surprise.

˚ ༘♡ “no,” he said, finally. “but you shouldn’t have followed me.”

˚ ༘♡ “i know.”

˚ ༘♡ “this isn’t a place for…”

“for what?” your eyes held his. “for stupid girls who ask too many questions?”

˚ ༘♡ his jaw flexed.

˚ ༘♡ “for people who haven’t seen war,” he said, after a long pause. “for people who still think the world is kind.”

˚ ༘♡ the words landed more forceful than you expected. but you didn’t look away.

˚ ༘♡ “i don’t think the world is kind,” you said.

˚ ༘♡ his gaze dipped. to your wound. to the vermillion blood leaking between the translucent fabric. to your dress, white and gilded, stained now with desert dust and red.

˚ ༘♡ “…you should go home,” he said. “once you can walk.”

˚ ༘♡ but he didn’t move. neither did you.

˚ ༘♡ you were too close now. his hands hovered near your leg. his knee brushed yours through the fabric. and the wind had grown quieter, the sun slanting low, washing him in the rays of the sun akin to the ruins of a statue no one had dared to bury.

˚ ༘♡ you swallowed, heart suddenly loud.

˚ ༘♡ “you live out here all alone,” you said, barely a whisper. “why?”

˚ ༘♡ his eyes didn’t meet yours. not yet. but the silence between you bent beneath the weight of the question.

˚ ༘♡ and for the first time, you saw it again, the sorrow. raw and endless. buried beneath a mask of duty. something sacred that had been shattered and never remade.

˚ ༘♡ “because i have to,” he said.

˚ ༘♡ and you understood, even if you didn’t know why.

˚ ༘♡ nonetheless, you said delicately, “you don’t have to be alone forever.”

˚ ༘♡ and this time, when his eyes locked onto yours, they stayed.

˚ ༘♡ you sat beneath the long shadow of the ridge, your leg bound in rough cloth and streaked with red, the sting of it slowly dulling into something hot and deep. the pain was real, but it had altered, muted by the ache that now pierced somewhere else entirely. somewhere beneath your ribs.

˚ ༘♡ kenobi hadn’t spoken again. not after he’d wrapped your leg. not after he’d said you should go. he had simply sat beside you, silent and distant, the wind tousling his hair as if to remind you how far from home you’d come. his body was still, posture controlled, but his thoughts, his thoughts were clearly elsewhere. you could feel it, heavy in the air between you. he was somewhere else entirely. somewhere you couldn’t reach.

˚ ༘♡ and yet, you tried.

˚ ༘♡ “you don’t have to be so distant,” you murmured finally, the words fragile in the vast quiet of the desert. “i know you didn’t ask me to follow you. i know it was stupid. but i’m not sorry.”

˚ ༘♡ he didn’t turn to face you. but his hands, those steady, calloused hands, curled somewhat in his lap.

˚ ༘♡ you looked down at your leg, at the blood soaking through his robe’s fabric. “i just wanted to know why you always look so… so sad. why you never talk to anyone. why you disappear.”

˚ ༘♡ kenobi gave no answer.

˚ ༘♡ “but now i see it’s more than that,” you said, your voice straining with emotion you didn’t fully understand. “you look like someone who’s been through something no one else could survive.”

˚ ༘♡ his shoulders grew rigid.

˚ ༘♡ and finally, he turned. not quickly. not sharply. but slowly, as though it pained him to meet your gaze.

˚ ༘♡ when he did, you almost wished he hadn’t. because the misery in his expression was unbearable. not cruel. not angry. but filled with something older than grief. remorse. resolve. restraint. something carved into the marrow of a man who had once been something else, someone else, and had buried that self in the sand years ago.

˚ ༘♡ “you shouldn’t be here,” he whispered. “you don’t understand what you’re walking into.”

˚ ༘♡ “then help me understand,” you said. “i’m not afraid of you.”

˚ ༘♡ “you should be.”

˚ ༘♡ “why?” your voice cracked. “you’re not like the others. not like the ones who leer at me in the market, or spit at the sand because i won’t smile for them. they scare me. but you…”

˚ ༘♡ he cut you off, gently. “i am not what you think i am.”

˚ ༘♡ “you’re kind. and you didn’t have to be. not to me.”

˚ ༘♡ “that doesn’t make me good.”

˚ ༘♡ “then tell me what does.” your voice caught as your fingers clutched your gown, crumpling the sheer fabric where it pooled around your knee. “tell me why you live out here like a ghost. why everyone calls you the hermit. why you look at the horizon like you’re waiting to die.”

˚ ༘♡ he flinched. it was slight. but it was there.

˚ ༘♡ you softened then. not out of pity. out of wanting. wanting to be let in. wanting him to let himself speak. just once.

˚ ༘♡ but instead, he exhaled, long and slow, and stood. his shadow fell over you. he looked taller when he did. broader. older.

˚ ༘♡ more like a myth than a man.

˚ ༘♡ “you’re young,” he said, not unkindly. “you see what you want to see. you believe that there’s good in everyone. you think… because i helped you, that it means something.”

˚ ༘♡ you looked up at him, chin lifted, defiant even through the pain.

˚ ༘♡ “it does mean something.”

˚ ༘♡ his expression ebbed scarcely. not from anger. from something closer to sorrow.

˚ ༘♡ “i can’t give you the answers you’re looking for,” he said. “there are things i’ve done, things i’ve seen, that no one should have to carry. i’ve buried people i loved. failed people who depended on me. i’ve lived through the fall of something that once stood for peace, and watched it crumble into war and ruin. and every day since then, i’ve woken up alone. because that is what i deserve.”

˚ ༘♡ the solemnity that followed was deafening.

˚ ༘♡ you blinked hard, your throat tightening.

˚ ༘♡ “that’s not true.”

˚ ༘♡ “you don’t know me.”

˚ ༘♡ “i see you.”

˚ ༘♡ “no,” he said, quieter now. “you see a man who held your hand when you were bleeding. you see someone who speaks warmly because he’s forgotten how to shout. but that doesn’t make me righteous. it makes me tired.”

˚ ༘♡ you swallowed, heart stinging in a way your knee didn’t.

˚ ༘♡ “i still trust you, kenobi.”

˚ ༘♡ he closed his eyes.

˚ ༘♡ the wind moved between you again. the sand danced in lazy spirals around his boots. and when he opened them, he looked at you, not as a stranger, not as a young girl , but as someone he wished had never stepped into his life. not because he didn’t want you there.

˚ ༘♡ but because he couldn’t bear it.

˚ ༘♡ “i’ll take you back,” he said. “when your leg stops bleeding.”

˚ ༘♡ you started to nod, but he kept speaking.

˚ ༘♡ and then,” he said, voice stripped of everything but control, “you’ll forget me.”

˚ ༘♡ your breath caught.

˚ ༘♡ “kenobi…”

˚ ༘♡ “you’ll go home. you’ll tell your mother you slipped on a rock. you’ll forget my face. you’ll forget this place. and the next time someone says my name in town, you won’t look up.”

˚ ༘♡ you shook your head slowly, eyes glassy.

˚ ༘♡ “i can’t…”

˚ ༘♡ “you must.” his voice didn’t rise, but it grew sharper. not callous, never callous, but firm, like he was building a wall between you and him brick by brick, and hating himself for every one. “you deserve to be happy. to care for someone who isn’t carrying the end of the galaxy in his guilt and shame.”

˚ ༘♡ you didn’t respond. couldn’t. not with words.

˚ ༘♡ so you just looked at him, body trembling, pain blooming somewhere far deeper than the wound in your knee.

˚ ༘♡ and he looked at you, too.

˚ ༘♡ as though he wanted to remember you.

˚ ༘♡ just once.

˚ ༘♡ before he had to let you go.

a/n: this is my official trial to be the kenobi fanfiction writer for tumblr!! please let me know if you have anymore requests for obi-wan kenobi, he is definitely my favorite star wars character!!! 🤍

[softlymellow]

The Order Forgot Me First - Chapter 6

☆⁠ PAIRING : Anakin Skywalker x Reader

☆⁠ word count: 3.3k

☆⁠ story themes: lovers to enemies to eventually lovers

☆⁠ warnings: spoilers to swtcw, angstttt

Part 1 Part 2 Part 3 Part 4 Part 5 Part 6 Part 7

"...he almost remembered what it meant to him. Except he didn't. Instead, it was a taste from a dream he couldn’t quite remember."

A dimly lit mission room deep within the Jedi Temple, Anakin Skywalker, Obi-wan Kenobi and Mace Windu gathered around a holographic display. The hum of the holographic offered a soft backdrop to their conversation. 

“Many reports of two skilled bounty under the names ‘Ani’ and ‘Dev’ have been causing disruptions across various sectors.” Mace Windu sternly said whilst Anakin gulped at the use of a name he hasn’t heard in a year. “They have slipped through the Republic forces on multiple occasions.” 

Obi-wan leaned forward, “two bounty hunters causing this much trouble? That's unusual.” 

“Indeed. But their methods have grown more aggressive, even by bounty hunter standards. What is more concerning is Dev. ” Mace Windu tapped the datapad and the holographic image flickered to life, a materialised image of a young boy no older than 15. 

“But that’s only a boy.” Anakin furrowed his eyebrows at Mace Windu, confusion evident on his face. 

“Once a boy, yes. He was once a skilled Jedi, dismissed from the Order for the refusal to adhere to the Code. His descent began when he lost his family and, in a fit of anger, slaughtered civilians. Dark tendencies grew within him.” 

Anakin stiffened immediately and felt a foreboding feeling grow in his stomach. Obi-wan's expression darkened beside him. “A former Jedi turned bounty hunter with such a violent past…It’s troubling.” 

“And what about this..Ani?” Anakin reluctantly asked. 

“She is a much newer addition to the bounty hunting world, but she has proved to be some sort of a prodigy. They were just spotted on Corellia after a bombing to capture Dengar, another well known bounty who worked with Maul and Savage to capture me.” Mace Windu informed them, turning off the holograph. 

Obi-wan frowned, concern etching lines on his face. “We’re going after two bounty hunters? Isn’t that more of a job for local security forces in Corellia?” 

Mace’s gaze shifted from Anakin to Obi-wan, “You both are uniquely skilled in dealing with unconventional situations. We need to contain them before they both spiral out of control.”

Anakin’s jaw tightened, resolve evident in his eyes. “Understood, Master Windu.” 

Obi-wan nodded in agreement, his focus unwavering. “We’ll head to Corellia immediately.”

“Good. May the force guide your actions.” Mace Windu stood tall. 

—

Anakin and Obi-wan sat in the ship en route to Corellia. Neither had spoken a word, just eyes drifting at the stars that illuminated outside. 

Dev.

Ani. 

Not their real names. It wasn't hard to miss the amount of blanks throughout their whole file. Dev's one gave a general consensus though; a disobedient Jedi Padawan, now a runaway. But the latter… No image. No backstory. It was as if she only existed a few months ago. 

Anakin ran a hand through his hair, teeth gnawing the inside of lips. His eyes lazily read the datapad in his lap. A boy stared back at him. Dev. Just 15 years of age in the image, younger than the recent sightings of him. Much younger. His eyes looked hollow, already hard. Like part of him had lost something but was never filled again. 

“Nothing on the girl?” Obi-wan asked beside him, still gazing out the window, but deep in thought. 

Anakin inhaled, his chest rising against his robes and shook his head. “Nothing. Her name is clearly a placeholder, but no record of her.” Anakin turned off the datapad. 

“She is either very smart,” Obi-wan murmured, “or lucky.” 

Anakin leaned in his seat not liking either answer. “What business do they have blowing up a civilian square in the middle of a Corellian protest?” 

Obi-wan stroked his beard, “I’d say they are after another bounty hunter. Denger I assume. He was spotted here the night before.”

“So they try and bring him in, only to level half the plaza in the process?”

“Looks like it.”

Scoffing, Anakin dragged his hand down his face. 

Outside the ship, Corellia was a mess. Alarms sounding through the cities, smoke darkening the skies and protest fires on the rooftops. What was usually a beautiful planet is now filled with protests against the war. 

Once the ship doors opened, Anakin and Obi-wan were hit with heat. Not physical. But tension. Soldiers and civilians buzzing through the streets, it was as if they weren’t at a docking platform. 

“Well, it seems like we have your day cut out for us.” Obi-wan muttered as they made their way down the streets, glancing at the protest signs abandoned on the floor. “No Justice, No peace” was written in Corellian dialect. 

Burn marks scattered around the floor piquing Anakin’s interests. Crouching down, his fingers gently grazed the soot left, leaving his fingers darkened. 

“There was a bombing,” Anakin concluded, spotting several pieces of metal scattered around the floor. 

Obi-wan nodded, "the security reports said they did vanish into the crowds before troops arrived.” His eyes scanned the crowd up ahead. “I’d say our perpetrators are there.” 

That annoyed Anakin more than it should have. 

“Then we’ll start there,” Anakin said. 

— 

Corellia bled with fury and fight. 

Anakin walked ahead, his hood drawn low and his feet dragging along the concrete, stones skidding away. He wasn’t really in the mood. Trying to find 2 cloaked figures in a sea of more cloaked figures wasn’t exactly ideal. After 2 hours of dead ends, he kept replaying the grainy footage hoping it would offer a clue. 

On the other hand, Obi-wan walked behind being Obi-wan. A calm diplomatic Jedi master. He was always asking the right questions to the right vendors, nodding and being friendly. His warm voice made people eager and more keen to offer tips. 

“I spoke to the surveillance clerk”, Obi-wan broke the silence, catching up to Anakin. “He said the crowd tripled after the bombing, half running to shelter and the other protesting even more.” 

Anakin stopped in front of a sign that read “THE REPUBLIC DOESN’T SEE US”, the edges of the banner burnt. 

“Give it a few days and then the Senate will fix this with a speech.”

Obi-wan’s face hardened, “Well it is the Senate’s job to do that.”

“It shouldn’t be.” Anakin muttered, leaving Obi-wan dumbfounded. Did he mean that the planet should fend for itself, fixing its own politics? Or did he mean that the Senate was useless, giving out speeches with no real backlayer. Maybe a bit of both. 

Obi-wan pursed his lips, his eyes scanning the buildings that now had a layer of dust covering it. Walking was starting to get irritating as every few seconds a person would nudge their shoulder with their own, making them lose focus every few seconds. 

That’s when Anakin saw it. 

Small smears of red on the cobblestone wall. Dried and just there. Followed by a few more droplets that painted the floor into an alley. 

Anakin crouched down taking a further look, gaining Obi-wan’s attention. 

“Blood.” Obi-wan hummed, stroking his beard thoughtfully. 

“Might not be theirs.”

“Still, we are Jedi. Whoever blood it belongs to may need help.” Obi-wan advised. 

They followed the trail that led to a rusted backdoor. Anakin didn’t hesitate. Immediately pushing past the door as it creaked loudly. 

It was dim inside. 

And in the corner was an elderly Twi’lek couple. 

Anakin and Obi-wan both flinched, least expecting to break into a home. 

The couple sat on the floor, a blanket engulfing their lower body and a half-crushed medpac that rested near their feet. 

Obi-wan immediately put his hands up in defence, “We’re not here to harm you.”

The couple's eyes traced both Anakin and Obi-wan’s figure, their eyes flickering between the saber’s that rested on their hip and their defensive face.

Noticing that they haven’t said anything, Anakin used the opportunity and stepped forward, the woman clutched her blanket a bit tightly. 

“We’re investigating the bombing that happened here. Do you know anything about that?” 

The male shook his head, his blue tentacle like tendrils moving with him, “N-no.”

Obi-wan moved up with Anakin, realising that they can speak Basic. “A young man with blonde hair and a cloaked girl. Does it sound any familiar?”

The couple stiffened. 

Silence. 

Anakin folded his arms and furrowed his brows, “they came here. Didn’t they?” His tone lowered. 

Silence. 

“They paid you.” Obi-wan spoke calmly, already analysing the situation. 

The purple woman looked down, and then gently picked up the half used medpac, her hands shaking. 

“The girl…was worried.” Her voice was soft spoken. “Not for herself, but him. He was bleeding.”

Obi-wan crossed his arms, parallel to Anakin and stared down the medpac. “So you helped them..”

“It is not a crime to help someone!” The man besides her called out defensively, squinting his eyes. 

“Well it is a crime to help terrorists,” Anakin muttered, but loud enough for everyone to hear. 

“Terrorists?” The woman's eyes widened. “They were terrorists?”

Obi-wan glanced over to Anakin and tried to laugh it off, not wanting to send the couple into cardiac arrest. “Well. We aren’t sure of anything.” He tilted his head. “Do you know where they are now?”

The older woman nodded speedily,  “She said she was heading to the city square where the protests are. Near the farmers market. But..she was scared.” 

Anakin lifted his brow, “of what?” 

Looking him dead in the eye, “being seen,” she announced. 

–

Obi-wan and Anakin were on the outskirts, just enough steps to see the masses of bodies that moved. 

Protestors moved, some shouted and some watched. It wasn’t long before Obi-wan caught a flicker. 

A flicker of gold that was reflecting from the sun. Moving too fast. An uncomfortable limp. 

Obi-wan’s eyes widened and locked onto the figure. Blonde hair. Broad shoulders. It was worth a shot. 

“That might be him,” Anakin huffed, already making his way down, eager to end this mission.

Obi-wan rolled his eyes, “Always ahead of the game,” he said, racing down the steps and into the crowd. 

It was suffocating. You could feel the sweat and anger that radiated off the bodies. 

Obi-wan pushed through bodies, wanting the man to enter a clearing before holding him in the masses of people. Locals were yelling in languages he didn’t recognise which only intensified everything around him. His cloak constantly was snagging on someone’s arm but he didn’t stop, pushing through, curses were flying at him.

He needed an opening - just one - and it would be fine. 

Something is off. 

The force rippled. 

The blonde headed man suddenly turned his head towards Obi-wan.

It was him. It was Dev. 

And not far behind him was a cloaked figure. Her. 

Dev locked eyes with Obi-wan, his eyes widening and stray locks of hair falling on his face. 

“Jedi!” Dev exclaimed to you, his eyes darting between behind you and yourself. 

Without even taking a chance to glance behind you, you began to push through the crowd. Gritting your teeth, you used your arms to almost shove people out of the way. You could not be caught as a bounty hunter. It was not necessarily the legality of it, it was the bombing that was associated with you and it was your honour shattering that you have been reduced to this much. How low the galaxy forced you to crawl just to survive. 

Just a little further. A  little further and there was an opening and you got yourself out of this mess. 

“Dev! Over there!” You barked, pointing towards the clearing. Dev nodded and attempted to make his way out with his limp. His face pale but understanding. He always understood. Understood you. You didn’t need to speak much for him to completely understand you. 

You surged through the crowd with all your might. Suddenly hyper aware of the blaster at your side, your fingers grazed it, ready to use if anyone tried touching you. 

Relief. Oxygen. As you finally made it out of the crowd. Your hands were shaking but you didn’t stop, you can’t stop. 

And then- a shove. 

Dev’s body slammed into the ground right where he was supposed to make it out and the Jedi tackled him to the side. You heard him grunt in protest, his wrists pinned and the right of his face scraped against the ground. 

Before you could react and turn back to Dev, you heard the hum of a saber. 

Right behind you. 

What should I do?

Fuck. 

They’re getting closer. 

Your lungs feel like they could explode and your chest hurts. You’re running so fast. Any of that relief you had just felt from making it out was gone. Dead. You just felt like you were burning. Your veins pumping with adrenaline – hot and sharp and screaming. 

You didn’t dare look behind you. If you did it would slow you down immensely. 

But it didn’t matter. 

A rough hand –bigger than your own– pulling on your forearm, throwing you down, your hood falling in the process. Without another second to think your free arm gripped onto your vibroblade. Having been pulled down to the ground, you shifted your body to meet the Jedi, your blade coated in cortosis weave and pointing up towards said person. 

.

..

…

“Y/n?”

It was like time stopped. 

You locked eyes. 

Your mouth fell open. 

His did too. Confusion. Bewilderment. Shock. All on his face. 

His voice… Sounded different. Quieter than you remembered. It wasn’t anger. It wasn’t hateful. Just quiet. Broken. 

Your right hand weakened and the blade fell down on the floor besides you, the metal clanging against the concrete. Your palms fell on the floor and you found yourself staring at…Anakin above you. 

Anakin staggered back, stunned, as if he was shot straight through the heart. His head shook slowly and ever so subtly but in complete disbelief.

No one said anything. You couldn’t hear anything. It was just you two. Two broken people. The force felt electrifying, like it was rippling and pulling both of you towards each other. 

Anakin loomed over you, the deep blue of his saber still humming, but pointing towards the ground. His own arms feeling too weak to even lift it. His face was unreadable. His dark brown hair looked longer, almost below his ears. His eyes…tired. Like he was staring at a grave. 

It wasn’t until the other Jedi came out, holding Dev in handcuffs that you realised your situation. It was Obi-wan, of course it was. Of course it was Anakin and Obi-wan who would catch up to you. Dev struggled in defiance, his face discontent. 

Obi-wan walked up beside Anakin, and then his eyes fell on you. 

“Y/n?” His voice was quiet, like he wasn’t sure if this was real or not. “You’re Ani?” 

You looked away from him, pursing your lips in shame. What were you supposed to say? You weren’t supposed to be caught, stripped of your mask. You were just supposed to be Ani. Not Y/n. 

You swallowed hard, your fingers soft in comparison to the floor. You were now looking up to both Anakin and Obi-wan but –force– you felt so much smaller than you actually were. 

Anakin inhaled sharply, his saber hissed off yet his grip strong enough that his knuckles were still white. Running a hand through his hair, he turned his back to you, moving away from both you and Obi-wan. You felt the disappointment in the air. You felt the judgement from the people who you used to consider the closest to you. Anakin turning his back to you after a year said more words than he did.

But he could feel his heart hammering against his chest.

thump

He was suddenly hyper aware of his breathing.

thump-thump

The way he wasn't sure what to do with his empty left hand.

thump

The fact that his knees would buck in any minute.

thump-thump-thump

It felt like everything was swirling around him and he needed to ground himself.

However, Obi-wan walked over to you, crouching down to eye level. You noticed the small things in his face, the way he had worry lines on his forehead, a slight frown, and furrowed eyebrows. He wasn’t looking at you like a master or a commander, but a concerned friend. 

“Y/n, you became a bounty hunter?” He asked. 

You didn’t know how to respond. What were you going to say? Yes? Well, yes you are. But suddenly you felt embarrassed. Ashamed. 

“I…” You croaked out. 

“You know them?” Dev called out, struggling against his cuffs. All three of you diverted your gaze to Dev.

Dev broke Anakin from his trance, his need to distract himself hitting him harder than ever. He needed to redirect his attention to something else just like he was doing for the past year. Anakin stood still for a moment before grabbing the back of his shirt, replacing Obi-wan but far too aggressively.

“Hold her.” Anakin said to Obi-wan, forcing his voice to be strong. “We’ll take them somewhere else.”

That’s it? That’s all he’s going to say? 

Anakin spoke as if he didn’t know you. Like you were some lowlife smuggler. Obi-wan even felt caught between two worlds. Was he supposed to disregard your history together? Or would he hold you accountable? 

Clearing his throat, Obi-wan pulled out stuncuffs from his satchel, looking at you as if you were a wounded animal. 

“I’m just going to put these on just for now. Precaution.” He said softly. 

Nodding, you slipped in your fallen vibroblade to your belt and slowly brought out both your arms in front of him. Obi-wan hesitantly and carefully attached the cuffs to your arms.

Click. 

Immediate discomfort radiated in your arms, the restraints tightening specifically on your wrists.

You looked up at Obi-wan who you could tell was uncomfortable with the situation. 

“I’m fine, Obi-wan.” You tried to reassure him. 

Obi-wan nodded, inhaling deeply before getting up. Scrambling to your feet against the concrete, you rose and immediately felt smaller than you were. Now seeing both Obi-wan and Anakin in their usual height, it felt different. Like there was a rift between you three.

Looking over at Anakin, Obi-wan scratched his beard. “We won’t be able to fly tonight. It seems the city's protests will make it difficult to get out slyly.” 

Without a response, Anakin began to drag a cursing Dev to Force knows where. 

Obi-wan followed behind him but distant enough, making sure you were keeping up. 

The walk felt excruciatingly long as there was nothing but pained silence. Every now and then you could feel Obi-wan’s gaze drill holes in you. Anakin said and did nothing but hold onto Dev and try to find an abandoned place for the night. You were lucky enough Obi-wan still trusted you to allow you to walk on your own. 

It wasn’t until he broke the silence. 

“Are you okay?” Obi-wan spoke in a hushed voice, trying not to gain Anakin’s attention but that was naive thinking. Anakin heard everything when it came to you. 

You blinked at the question, unsure what to say. Your throat tightening but you forced out an “I’m okay.” 

Silence. 

A beat passed. 

“Are you?” He asked again but much quieter. He knew your response and he knew not to expect an answer but if he didn’t ask now it would eat his conscience later. 

“Yeah. Just tired.” Anakin’s grip tightened on Dev, their boots scraping and their clothes shifting pulled your focus. 

The sky began to set and orange rays stretched far and wide. Dipped in dusk and every step you took would create long shadows of the three of you. The chants from the protest began to fade and street lights began to flicker on. 

Anakin was a walking storm. He was silent. You missed the way he said your name. It sounded like honey -warm, golden- like he almost remembered what it meant to him. Except he didn't.

Instead, it was a taste from a dream he couldn’t quite remember. 

Anakin stopped at a stone-framed building. Abandoned, yes but still intact. The door had its hinges, there was no lights except from the windows and no lifeforms either. Without saying a word, Anakin dragged Dev inside, the door creaking open and they vanished into the unknown.

You and Obi-wan stood in silence. 

“He’ll be alright.” He said gently, not exactly sure if he meant Dev or Anakin. Nodding, you stepped inside first, the evening wind biting your skin. Obi-wan followed right behind you. 

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[flightlessangelwings]

Our Souls Intertwined

sith!Obi Wan Kenobi x fem!jedi!reader

Word count- 4,580

Prompt- a lightsaber tilting up someone's chin

Warnings- s.mut (18+ ONLY!), enemies to lovers, fighting, mutual pining, flirting, tension, fingering, piv sex, pet names (darling, love), praise, jedi!reader, reader is competent as a fighter and is a badass, no physical descrption of reader other than body parts, lightsaber color also never described, no use of y/n, open ending so you can decide for yourself what happens next

Notes- Written for Sith Obi Wan event @sithobiwanevent and oh boy did I have so much fun with this one!! I hope y'all enjoy reading this one as much as I enjoyed writing it!! Please let me know what you think!!

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It was an epic battle. The whir of lightsabers filled the air. Red clashed with various colors as Lord Obi Wan Kenobi, feared and powerful sith lord, fought his way through the waves of jedi that came at him. A dark smirk graced his face as he sliced through some padawans, easily defeating the young opponents in front of him. Around him, his army fired from their blasters. It was chaos, and he thrived on it. The energy around him whirled, and he harnessed the power of the force to his advantage.

It was then that Kenobi saw you.

He brushed a lock of hair that had fallen on his face to watch you battle the enemy droids that surrounded you. He saw the strain in your jaw as you parried the blaster fire that came your way before you ran and stabbed those that shot at you. Kenobi was actually impressed by the way you handled yourself, and he actually had to take a breath to calm the thoughts that flooded his mind.

Swinging his red saber in a dramatic circle, Kenobi rushed over to you, calling your name as he got within range.

You whipped around, your own lightsaber at the ready as you braced yourself from the impact of Kenobi’s weapon.

“Hello there,” Kenobi smirked.

“Kenobi,” you strained as you countered his attack and parried with one of your own.

“Lovely to see you again, darling,” he quipped.

You just grunted as you volleyed your weapon. Ignoring the way Kenobi’s yellow eyes bore into you as if they were looking into your soul, you focused on the red of his blade. The two of you fought each other one on one, your blades crossing each other as if you were in a dance. The rest of the battle seemed to fade away and all that existed was each other.

“You’ve improved, darling,” Kenobi observed as he lunged at you with more force, electricity cackling as his saber crushed against yours.

“Don’t call me that, Kenobi,” you growled back, fighting both his physical assault and the way your heart secretly fluttered in your chest whenever he called you any term of endearment. The smoothness of his voice always went right to your core, as much as you tried to push it away. 

It only took that one fraction of a second for Kenobi to gain the advantage. Just the slight loosening of your lightsaber was all it took for him to knock it out of your hand and use the force to push you onto the ground. You spat a curse under your breath as you tried to channel the force to pull your saber back into your hand, but Kenobi’s boot caught it before it slid close enough for you to grasp it.

“Shit,” you muttered as you scrambled to your knees.

Before you could rise completely, red filled your vision. The hum of Kenobi’s lightsaber rang in your ears as you suddenly found yourself paralyzed. Sweat lined your brow as he used the tip of his saber to gently force your vision up to meet his gaze. He was careful, though, careful not to actually touch the blade to your skin and hurt you. Instead, Kenobi used the force to angle your head up.

In one hand, Kenobi held his lightsaber and the other he held up with two fingers as he controlled the force around the two of you. His eyes matched the red of his blade as his gaze pierced into you.

Helpless, you swallowed hard, “If you’re going to kill me, Kenobi,” you tried to sound strong, though you were sure your voice was strained, “Just get it over with. Don’t toy with me like this.”

“Why would I kill you, darling?” he purred, clearly enjoying having you helpless on your knees before him.

The question caught you off guard.

“Why not join me?” he asked in a smooth tone, “I could help you hone your skills. You could fight at my side instead of against me.”

You inhaled sharply, “You asked me that before, Kenobi,” you steadied your breath as you focused your feelings and reigned in your emotions, “And my answer is still no.”

He smiled darkly, “Still as stubborn as ever I see,” he actually sounded impressed, “But I see there is no changing your mind yet, love.” Kenobi released you and retracted his lightsaber. 

With a gasp, you fell forward and your face smashed into the ground. Quickly, you scrambled to your hands and knees only to find Kenobi had put some distance between the two of you.

“Until next time, darling,” he gave you a quick wave of his fingers before he disappeared into a dust cloud.

You were left alone and astonished. Why hadn’t he killed you? Why did he leave you alive? Again? Swallowing hard, you ignored the way your heart pounded in your chest as you grabbed your lightsaber and ran back to help the other jedi.

*

It wasn’t long before you met Kenobi again on the battlefield. Lightsabers clashed as you fought him on the desolate planet. You weren’t even sure which planet you were on, only that it was barren and filled mostly with sand and boulders and caves. Lightsabers and blasters clashed in the dunes and rocks of the desolate planet. 

“You get better every time I see you, darling,” Kenobi smirked, “If you were to join me, I could make you even greater.”

“Keep dreaming, Kenobi,” you countered back. 

“Oh I do see you in my dreams, darling,” he grinned, enjoying how his words threw you off for a moment.

The two of you battled each other, moving away from the rest of the battlefield and the others without realizing it. You grunted as you tried to focus your energy into finally beating him, but the way his yellow eyes stared into your soul distracted you. And all it took was a moment, just one flash of an instant, for you to lose your edge.

One misstep and you tumbled down the rocky ridge that hosted your duel with the sith lord. But, before you hit the ground, you found yourself suspended in the air. Looking up, you saw Kenobi rush toward you, shouting your name. In a fit of frustration, you channeled the force and pushed that energy towards him, attempting to knock him off balance.

It did, and Kenobi fell back. However, the rush of force energy also hit a large pile of large rocks and boulders. The ground rumbled beneath your body and you knew this was greater trouble than the sith in front of you. In an instant, your goal changed from beating Kenobi to getting out of the rockslide alive. 

Looking behind him, he noticed the danger too and he bolted toward you and pulled you off the ground, “Run!” Kenobi yelled as he grabbed your hand.

The rockslide felt like it was caving in around you as you ran, your hand in his. Kenobi led you towards a cave, an opening that seemed to be your only way of escaping the cascading boulders around you both. As the dust clouded your vision and the crashing of the rocks around you made it hard to hear, you had no choice but to put your trust in him.

Kenobi got you both into the cave with just a fraction of a second to spare. Both of you crashed to the ground as the boulders piled up at the entrance, blocking you in. You let out a heavy exhale as the dust settled, and the only beams of light that lit up the small cave came from higher up.

The cave was shallow, and you could see the end of it. That meant there was no way out except for how you came in. And how you came in was currently blocked with dozens of large boulders. The beams of light came from small openings between the rocks, but they weren’t big enough to crawl through. Inside the cave, there were only the two of you, along with rocks scattered throughout the floor.

“Are you alright?” Kenobi asked with genuine concern in his voice.

“I’m fine,” you replied immediately as you tried to stand. However, when you tried to move your arm, you hissed in pain, “Shit…” you grabbed your shoulder and felt blood soak your hand.

“No you’re not,” Kenobi rushed to you, inspecting your wound and swallowing the fear that threatened to bubble over in his mind.

“I’ll be ok,” you tried to ignore his worry over you, “It’s not that bad.”

He pursed his lips as he looked at your shoulder then back to where the boulders piled high, trapping you in together, “It’s too high to climb,” he observed, “And it’ll take both of us to move all the boulders,” Kenobi turned back to you, “Which you can’t do with that injury,” he reached for your shoulder again, “Let me.” His heart fluttered in his chest as he saw the blood seep from your shoulder, and he hated the sinking feeling he had when he saw you hurt.

Before you could protest, Kenobi covered your injury with his hand and let out a long slow breath. Mouth opened in shock, you felt warmth on your injury and you felt the energy of the force flow from him into you. You watched him for a moment before you closed your eyes and surrendered yourself, feeling the force flow between your bodies as if it cradled and protected you both. Warmth embraced you as you felt rejuvenated from what Kenobi was doing.

With a gasp, Kenobi broke away from you as his eyes shot open. He backed away as he hunched forward, weak from the energy he expended. You let out a gasp of your own as you watched him crawl to a rock to steady himself before he lifted his body to sit.

“How were you able to do that?” you asked in shock as you cradled your now uninjured shoulder.

Kenobi just looked at you, “Well I wasn’t always a sith, darling,” he gave you a genuine soft smile.

The question came out before you could stop it, “What happened?”

His smile turned mischievous, “Wouldn’t you like to know.”

You rolled your eyes.

Changing the subject with a heavy sigh, Kenobi said, “It looks like we’ll be here for a while. I need to recover my strength if we are to move those boulders,” he looked around, “Might as well get comfortable.”

Your body remained stiff as you stayed on high alert. Your saber was at your side, yet you made sure your hand was never far from it. The muscles in your jaw clenched harder as you watched Kenobi visibly relax on a rock, leaning back and resting his leg in front of him.

“I’m not going to attack you,” he said in a calm tone after feeling your heavy gaze on him for several long moments.

“Then what are you going to do?” you asked, guard still up but chipped away just the slightest. 

Kenobi smirked as he stood, “What would you like me to do, darling?” he purred as he took a step towards you.

You took a step back, keeping the distance between you. Yet, you couldn’t deny the way you felt the force move around you whenever he was near, and especially when it was now just the two of you trapped and alone. And you were sure he felt it too.

“I…” 

The two of you kept up this dance, Kenobi stepping forward and you stepping back until you hit a wall. His body was relaxed; he wasn’t hunting you. Instead, it was as if he was approaching you at a bar, friendly almost. Your heart pounded in your chest, yet it wasn’t from fear.

“I have something in mind,” his tone was low yet soft as he stepped into your space.

You swallowed hard as you pressed your back against the wall, feeling him against you. Kenobi placed a hand on one side of your head as his gaze bore into your soul.

“And I think you have the same thought as I do,” he continued as he leaned into you.

“How do you know?” you tried to sound tough, but you didn’t even fool yourself. You dropped your gaze to the ground, avoiding his eyes.

Kenobi let out an amused huff as he took two fingers and gently guided your face to look back up and meet his eyes. It was a similar feeling from last time when you met him on the battlefield and he used his saber to force you to look at him. Both times, you should have felt threatened, in danger. And yet, you didn’t. Not then, and certainly not now. No, it was a different feeling that pulsed through your veins.

“Because,” he said in almost a whisper, “You aren’t pushing me away.”

Your mouth dropped open as you realized that he was not trapping you at all. The only contact he made was his fingers on your chin, which you could have easily brushed off. Kenobi hovered close to you, yet he gave you a clear path out if you chose to take it. Yet, you didn’t. You chose to stay there, in his gaze.

“Why don’t you just take what you want from me?” you asked.

“Darling,” he sounded almost offended, “I would never do that to you. I would never hurt you,” he sighed, “I want you on your own volition.”

“Obi Wan…” you breathed his name… his first name you realized. 

His yellow eyes went wide as his jaw clenched, “No one has called me that in… A long time,” he sighed, “It sounds lovely in your voice.”

You let out a deep breath as you felt his breath on your lips.

“Tell me what you want, darling,” he murmured, “And say my name again.” It wasn’t a command, but a request. It was his way of giving you one last out should you choose.

Your eyes darted from his yellow ones down to his lips and you swallowed hard, “Kiss me… Obi Wan.”

The moment the words left your lips he crashed his into yours. Your moan was muffled from the kiss, but you instantly melted into it, grasping at his black robes as you parted your lips for him. Obi Wan took the invitation eagerly and slipped his tongue past your lips, tasting you, savoring you. He groaned into you as he finally touched you, one hand grabbing your hip while the other cradled your jaw. 

In your studies as a jedi, you trained to feel the force around you and how to harness it. You had an exceptional understanding of it, and learned to control it much faster than your classmates. As a knight, your power only grew. But, it wasn’t until you kissed the sith lord Obi Wan Kenobi that you fully understood the true feeling of the force wrapping itself around you and how it bound two souls together. You had never felt anything like this in your life before. And from the way he groaned into you, you were sure he felt the same way.

“You taste divine, lovely,” he purred against your lips before he kissed you again, his beard ticking your face as he devoured you.

“Obi Wan…” you whispered as you broke the kiss for a breath of air. You tilted your head to the side as he kissed his way along your jaw and down your neck, sending goosebumps across your skin as he hit more sensitive spots, “Touch me. Please,” you pleaded.

“It would be my pleasure, darling,” he groaned as his hands roamed across your chest.

His hands slipped under your jedi robes and cupped your breasts. He let out a satisfied growl when you mewled in pleasure under his touch, and he could help the way he kneaded and caressed your soft mounds. Kenobi felt a jolt within him when he pinched your nipples and made you cry out louder.

He hummed as his hands made their way down your body, his eyes never moving from your face the entire time. Kenobi didn’t want to miss a single expression as he worshiped you with his hands. He paused for a moment when his fingers reached the top of your pants, but when you didn’t protest or push him away, he dipped a hand underneath the fabric.

Both of you gasped as Obi Wan’s hand cupped your pussy. While your eyes fluttered shut and you arched your back against the wall, his stayed open, watching you with great interest. Your mouth dropped open as he carefully pushed two fingers into you.

“Fuck!” you cried out as you grasped at his shoulders for balance.

“Beautiful,” he murmured as he thrust his fingers in and out of you. Obi Wan couldn’t tear his eyes away from you even if he wanted to. Every little expression you made, every little sound of pleasure that escaped your lips, even how your pussy felt around him… you were everything to him.

“Obi Wan…” you whined as your mind swam in the bliss his fingers gave you. 

Oh how he loved it when you said his name. Obi Wan’s eyes burned with passion as he growled and thrust his fingers into you harder. His cock strained with need, but he ignored it in favor of pleasuring you. As he buried his fingers deep inside you, Obi Wan rutted against your body, covering you with himself as heat rose between you.

“Please… I’m close…” you moaned as you felt dizzy. You tightened your grip on him, knowing he would be there to hold you and keep you steady.

“Show me how beautiful you are when you cum, darling,” he groaned as he picked up his pace with his fingers.

It only took a few more deep thrusts for you to come undone. Your body trembled in his grip as you came hard with a loud scream of his name. Tears filled your eyes as you felt overwhelmed between the emotions that pulsed through your body as you rode out your orgasm on his fingers. And just as you felt breathless, he kissed you again, even more deeply this time.

You whimpered as Obi Wan slowly pulled his fingers out of you and your chest rose and fell with your heavy breaths. When he broke away, you finally looked into his eyes and saw the fire that burned behind them. “Fuck me, Obi Wan.”

He smiled at you as he grabbed you and spun you around. In a flash, you found yourself on your back, his cape underneath you as he quickly yanked and tugged at both your clothing. Depreciation took over both of you as you worked to quickly strip each other until you are both completely bare.

“Wow,” you breathed as you stared at him.

“Exquisite,” he moaned as he lunged forward and kissed you once more, his hips rutting against the fold of your pussy as he started to lose control of himself.

Obi Wan lost even more control as he pushed the tip of his cock into you. Both of you gasped and cried out as you felt him slowly enter you. You clawed at his back as more of his cock stretched you out inch by inch. And Obi Wan growled as your warmth engulfed him, driving him wild.

“Obi Wan…” you whined.

“I know, darling,” he muttered as he rocked back and thrust forward. 

A string of curses escaped both your lips as he rocked in and out of you, hitting that sweet spot inside you with precision every single time. You screamed as your vision blurred and you dug your nails more into his back. But it only spurred him on more, thrusting harder and faster into you as he became more and more desperate.

Screams and groans echoed in the cave and skin slapped against skin. Obi Wan would have wanted this to last longer, but you were too beautiful, too enticing, too perfect. Sweat lined his brow as locks of hair stuck to his forehead as he thrust into you with abandon. 

“Cum for me, darling,” he growled as he felt his own climax build, “Cum with me.”

“Fuck!” you cried out as your breasts swung back and forth with every thrust of his hips.

With a scream, your second orgasm hit you like a bantha and your legs trembled on either side of his body as he continued to pound into you. Obi Wan growled your name as your orgasm triggered his and he came deep into you, grunting and moaning as he spilled himself inside your body.

Obi Wan kept going as long as he could, rocking into your wet pussy hard enough to feel the splash of your release soak your bodies. But, as he rode out both your climaxes, neither of you had anything left to give and he pulled out of you after one final thrust. 

You gasped as you felt the sudden emptiness and your eyes shot open to watch him hover over you with an inferno in his gaze. Your heart fluttered in your chest as you stared back at him and suddenly you were keenly aware of how naked you still were. Heavy breaths echoed around you as you both lost yourselves in each other.

Sensing your shift, Obi Wan took a deep breath and composed himself. He leaned over and gathered your jedi robes and handed them to you, “Here,” he said before he turned his back to you to give you some privacy.

Neither of you were sure why he did that, after he just fucked you. but you welcomed it either way. Both of you were silent as you redressed. Your heart still beat wildly in your chest as you felt the ghost of his touch on your skin and you replayed what just happened in your head.

“Anger. Fear. Loss,” Obi Wan broke the silence after he slipped on his pants and robe, leaving it open to bare his chest to you still.

“What?” Your voice was just a whisper as you spun around to face him.

“How I turned to the dark side,” Obi Wan said in a soft voice, one that you guessed he hadn’t used in some time, “There was someone… very dear to me. Someone that I loved with everything I had. Someone…” he took in a shaky breath as he ran his hands through his hair, “I couldn’t save… No matter how hard I tried.”

You watched with wide eyes as he bared his soul to you with his confession. You guessed the way his story ended without him having to say it out loud. You both knew the path to the dark side, and how his loss led to his fall. You crossed the space to stand face to face with him as you placed a hand on his chest.

“I swore then that I would never care for anyone like that again,” Obi Wan turned away from you, breaking the contact he craved so deeply, “And I hadn’t since…” he turned back to meet your gaze, “Until now.”

A gasp escaped your lips, “Obi Wan…?”

He gave you a sad smile, one that you couldn’t decipher its meaning. Before you could say anything else, though, he turned to the wall of boulders, “I think we can move it now,” he said as he tightened his robe around him.

You followed his gaze with your own and nodded, “Ok.” The disappointment in your tone was clear. 

“Concentrate all your energy,” he told you, “You hold them steady, I will push them out of our way. When you see an opening, you run. Understand?”

You wanted to protest. You wanted to tell him to run with you, to stay at your side. But the seriousness in his expression told you it wasn’t worth the energy to argue. “Got it.”

Both of you raised your arms, channeling the force toward the boulders. You grunted as you kept the large rocks steady while Obi Wan worked on moving them out of the way. He started with the smaller ones at the top, but when he got to the middle, it all started to collapse.

“Steady!” he shouted.

You gritted your teeth as you strained to keep the bigger ones steady. Dust started to fill the air as everything moved. When Obi Wan got to the center, he called your name, “Run! Now! Go!”

Doing as you were told, you bolted forward into the dust. You tried to keep the rocks steady as you ran, but the more you exerted yourself, the harder it got. The ground rumbled as the boulders tumbled out of the way, creating dust clouds so thick that you couldn’t see through.

Once you were out and clear from the rocks, you turned around and screamed, “Obi Wan!” You streamed to look for him through the dust, but for several moments, you couldn't. You reached through the force, pushing the rocks out of the way to search for him.

Just when you were about to lose hope, you saw his silhouette in the dust, “Obi Wan,” you sighed in relief as you ran to him. Without thinking, you wrapped your arms around him, embracing him hard, “You’re ok.”

He smiled at you as he held you close, just as relieved as you were, “I’m alright, darning.”

You looked into his eyes, and for a moment you saw no sign of the sith yellow that usually illuminated them. In front of you now wasn’t a sith lord or empire general, but just a man. As you held each other, you felt the sense that there was much left unspoken, but the sound of an engine in the distance forced those thoughts to remain unsaid.

“It’s a rebel transport,” he said, “They must have seen the dust cloud from our escape. They’ll pick you up, and you’ll be safe.”

“But what about you?” you turned back to face him.

Obi Wan smiled at you as he cupped the side of your face, “I’ll be alright, darling, don’t you worry.” He paused for a moment, as if he wanted to kiss you again, but he decided not to, “Now go,” he nudged you forward as he retreated back.

You turned toward the incoming ship, waving your hands so that they spotted you. As it hovered closer, blowing your robes up into the wind, you spoke to him with your back still turned, “Obi Wan, come with…” you turned around to find him gone, “Me.” Your shoulders dropped in disappointment as the ship landed and the clones called your name.

“You’re alright! We were looking for you,” they said as they ushered you onto the ship.

From the shadows in the distance, Obi Wan Kenobi watched as you got on board and were flown away to safety. He sensed the thought in your mind, and he fled before you could ask it. He knew he would not have the strength to deny your request had he heard you speak it. Blowing a kiss into the air, he whispered, “Until we meet again, my love,” before he turned and went the opposite direction. 

Be safe, he released his thought across the planes to you. 

[poppysunderthestars]

➷ heartless ii ➷

“tryna be a better man”

⟡ fuckboy!ani and fem!reader

⟡ warning: kissing, +18 content, unprotected p in v (wrap it before y'all tap it!), degradation, sexual tension, blue balls(lmao), cum mention (if i'm missing any, please let me know!) minors do not interact!

⟡ summary; after the terrace horror show in your panties with anakin, you give it a go with him, i mean like a fuck and go ... maybe you're fuckboy's ani turning point or the one that could change him?

⟡ word count; 3,6k

author's notice: omg i can't actually believe it took me almost a year to drop part 2! hate uni anyways. i was debating whether on the ending to. should i give y'all a part 3? i think this is longer than pt.1. hahah enjoy!!

you can read pt. i here -> heartless pt. i

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he was dying for a taste. your taste, your tasty, flavorful, and sweet insides. he had imagined before what you’d taste like. what kind of texture your fluid would spill into. and he had so certainly pictured your love box being filled to the top of his hot seed. he was so dirty for that, but he didn’t even fucking care.

he was so needy for you, he was thrilled for your touch on his goosebumpy skin, only you could cause something like that on him. that neediness went from non-existent to “on the verge of passing out”, he wanted all and he was going to get it. 

a few days since that moment on the terrace with anakin full of sexual tension had passed. right after that, he went straight to his chambers to “cool off” being the nicest words for “pumping his hard juicy cock until oblivion”. 

he outright spent a few hours edging himself on his fist, thinking it was you doing him so wrong. your name was thrown from his mouth several times while his heat was rising. his loving whimpering increased while the speed of his dick increased. he had NEVER been so vocal, yet there he was moaning and delicately whispering “pl-please, do-don’t- don’t stop-op” his breath was short but he was almost certain that you were jumping on his lap making him feel so good.

he was embarrassed that a woman like you could make him so weak even by you not being close to him. something he had never felt before. his body went through heat waves when he thought of you in front of him. 

today, he was so confident he was going to take you to heaven with his mouth. everything was pointing towards success tonight in his chambers. he was loving the attention the female jedi´s were giving him in the library during study sessions.

everyone else was studying, reading, or driving intellectual conversations. however, mr. skywalker was taking kisses, handsy touches, and one not-very-obvious blow to his dick under the table. you did see that when no one else did. you were jealous but at the same time so desperate to choke him, how could he be so promiscuous in a temple of learning? 

he was disrespectful and egoistic by thinking he would not pay for his actions.

to some point, you did admire his ability to not give a fuck about shit. but it was time to make him regret everything.

after the library, you went back directly to your master. nonetheless, he was nowhere to be seen. he was still out on an important mission. you shrugged and returned to your chambers, where a holographic call from your master was already waiting.

he told you not to worry, he would be back in a few weeks and that for the time being you’d to report to master obi-wan kenobi.

oh, no. what the actual fuck. no.

that was not happening. but it did and there was nothing to make it different. so you pretended this little temporary action did not affect you. 

the rest of the night, you had one of your closest padawan guy friends hang out with you in your room. you talked about life, friends, jedi stuff. you’d hooked up before, he was your go-to guy for late-night calls. he had already tasted, devoured, felt, smelled, licked, and traced every millimeter of your douce skin. he was not the first or the last man to ever make you feel in paradise, rising through the thin air as you came riding his dick.

that night, things went as planned for you and him. anakin on the other hand, was not happy at all about your sentiments and your desires for someone who was not him. it was either him or no one. it had to be that way. he hated feeling that way, needing you in all your glory in every way. why you?  why not another girl?

there were far prettier girls in the temple, but he did not want them at all, not even close to how he was deprived of you, starved, and addicted to your entirety. your presence was magnetic, and the way you smiled after training, dropping sweat from your hair, licking the salty lips that he’d wished were all over him.

no one was made for him like you. recently you’d found yourself knowing that, he knew that and that tension in the terrace proved you both right. 

it was early morning now, a time when all that reigned over the temple was silence and sweet calm. your padawan guy friend had left your chambers some hours ago and for some reason, an obvious and indisputable one, you could not conceive sleep.

you’re killing me, fucking anakin skywalker.

that was what you wanted to do then, get yourself fucked by no other than soon-to-be knight anakin. it was a feeling you couldn’t run from, it was there from dusk till dawn, and from dawn till dusk. 

that night, you paced from one side of your room to the other, you anxiously moved your feet while lying down trying to fall asleep. it was such excitement and neediness, that you got up, took a quick shower, put some makeup on, and got out. you were getting some tonight with anakin and you couldn’t wait.

quietly you tipped toed around the white noised hallways, controlling your breath to not seem so excited and imagining what it would feel like to be already in skywalker’s embrace.

by the time you arrived at his door, your heart was racing so fast it felt like it was about to jump out of your chest and explode into a million pieces at his sight. no one has ever made you feel that way and you noticed that. you guessed anakin had felt that too on the terrace cause you felt him feel the same way about you. it was time to redeem all those lost years gone through the drain by giving the best night of his life to anakin.

before you could even reach the door to knock it, it suddenly opened, revealing a shirtless and tiresome anakin on the other side. he lacked sleep and he couldn’t formulate complete thoughts other than taking you right there in the door frame up against the cold metal.

he needed it so badly, all night he was desperate for touch, especially yours. and it seemed it was finally time for his hands to travel up and down your body. that was what he did, not hesitating for a moment, he threw himself onto you causing you to gasp in surprise. the door closed, leading you to cover yourselves into the darkness of his room, the only light being the soft illumination from the early morning coruscant.

he wrapped you with his arms looking down to you in awe. his mind was running all around and he couldn’t seem to concentrate, his heart was also racing and his breath was starting to become irregular. becoming one, delicately he took your chin and raised it up to match both visages. 

“last time we were alone, i was completely fine. yet these days without you and your presence have become one of my darkest thoughts, i fear”

his lips were perfectly moisturized and his fingertips traced your cheek. 

who could’ve thought mr. fuck-it-all had romance in him? 

when did he turn into this ball of pure neediness for you?

“you, anakin. have been present every night in my thoughts”

then, he felt proud. you felt the same way as him, pride was gone and you both needed to take each other so high you couldn’t come down.

“you know, i’ve tried hard stopping feeling these things for you. but i can’t. i’m enveloped”

oh well, you were too. 

and with that he closed the space between you and him, letting your breaths become one. lips colliding as his hands posed on your neck and subsequently letting him access the area under your ear.

“i’m tryna be a better man, but i’m fucking heartless”

and passion flowed from the connection formed. made you feel powerless the way he attacked your lips. 

“i will break your heart” he said, restraining himself from devouring you. “i will break you”

“nobody can break what’s already broken” your voice softly murmured onto his lips letting him caress the back of your head and grabbing your neck in a need of possessing you.

without mercy, he grabbed your head and with the other hand he bound his arm to your waist attaching you to him even closer. practically his member protruding your already soaked panties. grinding at the sign of your breath wanting more each time.

still with his hand in your head, almost taking a grip of your lower soft locks, his other hand ripped off your garments in a desperate attempt to make you feel impotent and unskillful. 

he kind of did achieve that, you were losing your mind over that touch. you were reminded you were there to make him feel like a total pathetic loser like he made you feel days ago in the terrace, not the other way around.

the thing is… you wanted him to be hurt, so impatient and needy only you could ease his throbbing dick pain.

after releasing from your clothing and his too. he admired in compass with his hands the brassier that held your pompous glistening breasts. his hands were without a doubt a complete mess, not even knowing where to start. after praising your bosoms, he liberated them with one hand from the white ladies’ wear.

oh, how did he spent so much time without his hand all over your soft bust. he internally begged to be allowed to pump himself in between your tits desiring to cream all over your chest. he could not wait any longer. his tip already bathed in clear sweet cum.

one of your hands rested easily on his cheek, caressing it with so much dedication. the other  guided anakin’s rough hand to your white cotton panties, a grinning smile garnishing his tanned face after realizing he had drenched his fingers with the wetness of your underwear.

you impose the infallible doe eyes to make him even more lustful for you, totally working wonders to any man. your hand left his in order to travel to his hard cock that was wishing to break free from his underpants. you pressed it softly earning from him a mellow whimper from his mouth.

“no man has ever touched me like that”  he raised a brow and approached you once again to drop all your clothing leaving you in complete nakedness.

“no one has ever made me feel like you have and you haven’t even been inside of me, you enchant me” was he going to believe all that? you kind of believe it yourself. perhaps that was why you were saying it. 

he took your hand and guided your little body to the bed. you took the liberty of smoothly pushing him and colocating yourself on top of his painful hard on. his thighs jelly like suffering from the silky touch were so impatient that he quickly took off the last piece of clothing on him and oppressed himself against your tiny seeping hole. 

you felt the sticky situation happening between both of your fully uncovered au naturel bits, it  felt so unreal, being on top of that whore of a man. the man was hot, there was no denying it. all you were excited about was starting to bounce. oh, was he on serious trouble.

you were going to give him the most unsustainable, burning and torturing minutes of his life by teasing him. your hips began rolling with a constant unstoppable rhythm, it felt so good having him agonizing, you could wait a little longer, no need to rush.

anakin panted and his tight problem become even more of a problem with no apparent solution. he was delirious, how could a woman like that make him feel so pathetic?

you could either let him suffer or giving him the pleasure of having control over you. 

fuck him, he deserved it. 

“bear it with fucking pride, baby” you said, licking the velvety surface of his nipples. 

you couldn’t have guessed how much time passed however it was starting to getting off your nerves. you wanted him pumping you but not as much as he wanted you.

how could a man be this pathetic? fool…

without previous announcement, you traced the tip of his member teasingly inserting it into your folds. hissing by the size of his dick, he au contraire warmed up by your insides whimpering in between a kiss.

how hypnotizing, you were starting to become surrounded by the grace of pleasure. 

“t-take all of me-e, doll” and so you did, you pushed him inside diligently. his veiny cock penetrated your gummy walls allowing you to stretch like you’ve never before.

after inserting himself fully, he prepared to move, feeling heavenly with each thrust. starting slow became faster and harder. melting at the friction his lower abdomen had to your hooded clit. your swollen hole became creamier and redder allowing you to enjoy the roughness of his movements.

“you feel amazing, ani” you felt great, but anakin felt even better and calling him that made him feel on the verge of seeing stars. but he contained. he would not let your first time together end so quickly because he was so horny. 

he was consumed by lust in its glory. all splattered across the bed for you. you rode him with impatience searching for your climax.

anakin was fucking pussy drunk. who would’ve thought. 

all he needed was your tight little drenched pussy. all made and delivered in a gold plate to him.

it was like his cock was carved according to your insides. perfectly fitting with every vain hitting the right spots. no dick had ever covered all of your walls like that. it was perfect for you.

“you make me feel so good, darling” he paced even faster, not allowing you to even breath. he had to put his effort with his hips but you were after all the one that had control over him, dominating his thighs and his big member.

without previous notice, he got his back up. resting it against the cold headboard. he wanted to see your tits flying on another perspective. 

his lips delivered a message to your breasts, biting softly and squeezing them together. his moans were muffled by his mouth attacking your chest, yours on the other hand were not discreet nor quiet.

all there was left was increasing volume and floppier thrusts when you felt closer to your high.

so you took it farther from him. you bit his ear and whispered.

“if you could see yourself right now”

did he listen to anything? not a single little thing. it was ecstasy to him and he was on another dimension all fucked up.

you pushed him even farther from your spongy spot abusing your poor cunt. finally caving in, your walls feeling the necessity to contract on his long dick.

you saw nothing but a static vision of pleasure, felt the expansion of electricity all over your body and your skin convulsed. the aftermath was very easy. it all came back to you. anakin was nothing but a jerk (who fucks good) however under no circumstance you would let him cum much less to irrigate himself inside of you.

you stopped yourself. finally breathing fully. he furrowed his brows and internally questioned your retrieval. he started feeling used, whose body was nothing but a sex toy available for her pleasure. she felt powerful leading him on like that. he did not deserve cumming. 

the emasculation of anakin skywalker was a first, he’d never been left with blue balls and he kinda started to understand that maybe his whole bitchy bad guy attitude was the reason why. 

nonetheless, this little joke on him made him realize no one had ever put him back in his place. literally all girls were thirsty and craving a fun night with him no matter the consequence, yet you were the one to make him feel like no one. like he was indeed the jerkiest of them all.

 he scoffed and looked up and down at you.  you had definitely left him speechless. as soon as you got up and started dressing up again, he became desperate. for you and of course for an answer to the situation he just couldn’t comprehend.

“well that was very fun, skywalker” you finally put on your belt and threw your hands to your hair to fix it up a little. yet anakin remained covered up in his mattress, panning and before you turned around to walk to the entrance, he grabbed you by the wrist. 

his grip was tight unlike how he grabbed your waist just minutes before, his eyes darkened and he finally spoke with a tad of clarity.

“fuck you, you made me think you were in the same shit with me the other day and now you pull this?” a typical ani, angry boy could never talk with soft expressions. your eyes redirected themselves to his bronzed and toned abdominal, his v line was making you drip inside, you’d wish that was your sight every morning. that was not the anakin you knew.

“well, wasn’t this a one time thing?” you innocently pouted your mouth. manipulating was the deal now, somehow you were trying to make him forever yours. would that even work?

he grunted and took you by the waist surrounding his arm on you and pulling you closer. 

“did i say that?” his visage made him look a bit mad but you assume it was just the fact you left him on the verge of spilling his seed. 

“i don’t fuck around, at least not with you” his lips pushed themselves together. ohh, his patience was easing. he was not going to put up with this.

“you know what? i don’t fucking need you, you whore” his grip on your body felt debilitating. you still need it. you couldn’t afford to lose him and not like this. “i could have any other bitch”

his gaze looked to the other side of the room, giving you a sort of a cold acknowledgement. 

“yeah, you wish” you instinctively got closer to him. “you’ll always know you have cum in all of the girls around here but, me. i think that oughta sting, or am i wrong?”

his face tightened and so did his grip. his arms became more stiff and his eyes slowly met yours.

“someday, you’ll regret it, honey” he breathed out. “you’d know you missed out on something great”

you powerfully smiled and talked to his ear. “it’s an all or nothing with me, ani” 

he scoffed again and his expression meant ridicule. his attitude was ridiculous but you had to let him know. he wasn’t going to be getting it on with you and having it all so freely. you had some dignity and you’d had to preserve it for the most. 

“so you’re saying i either date you and fuck all i want with you or i don’t and don’t fuck with you at all?” he emphasized these lasts words. 

“oh my ani, i never pegged you for smarty pants. just thought you were a drop-your-pants kinda guy” you let out a small laugh and turn your right cheek to your shoulder. girl was sassy and we knew it all along. 

“haha” he gave out a fake laughter and dropped his hands from your body and grabbed the sheets to his waist, providing him a more covered look (did it help? not at all) he still looked yummy. his forehead was still full of droplets of salty sweat and his chest glistened with most beautiful bliss. 

the silence reigned now over the room, air conditioning working was all you both could hear and the occasional steps outside in the hall. you really couldn’t feel uncomfortable at all, it was just confusing. 

“you know i don’t date” you turned around giving up, but that was not your plan yet.

“never told you i wanted to date you” your hands met your face and because your face was not in his sight you didn’t know how he was reacting, that felt scary. “i think if i wanted to date someone i could have someone way better than you, don’t you think?” 

“i mean, someone compromising, dedicated, strong and with a gorgeous mane” 

ding again, you had just loosened up his pretentious ego.

lovely how you can just fuck him up so easily

“am i not all that? or what’s wrong with me?” 

his face dropped and while that happened you smirked. oh how were tables turned now.

“now i got to be leaving, it’s getting late”

his glance started weakening and you felt stronger than ever.

“what should i do now?”

you turned your head and with your somber eyes you reprised.

“find someone to fix you, right? trying to be a better man? not much of a heartless man now, ani?”

with not much left to say, your hand reached the button to open the door, and passing through the threshold, he dropped.

“stay the night?” 

your hand grabbed the door frame, stopping for a moment.

hot jedi from tatooine, my ass

and without thinking it much, your body deserved way more. 

the door closed behind you and walking peacefully, your mind felt clearer. post-nut clarity was very useful. 

guess, i’m the heartless one after all…

[glow1228aura]

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[skywalkoverme]

𝐁𝐢𝐫𝐭𝐡𝐝𝐚𝐲 𝐒𝐞𝐱

a/n: Request made by @skywalkershootme Enjoy!

𐙚 Anakin Skywalker x Fem! Reader 𐙚 18+ MDNI

Summary: You try breaking up with your DILF boyfriend.

Warnings/contains: dom! male, sub! fem, raw sex, multiple orgasms, creampie, overstimulation, rough sex, oral sex (f reciv), choking, lots of dirty talk, hair pulling, teasing, reader is in her early 20s, Anakin is in his mid 40s, proof read-- english is not my first language!

Word Count: 2k // More soon on my Master list! + follow & reblog pls

You swung the front door open, a hand on your hip as you looked the man up and down. From behind his back, Anakin revealed a large bouquet of colorful peonies, lilies and tulips. “Happy birthday, baby.”

“Yeah, you’re late.” You folded your arms and blocked the doorway.

“I’m sorry! Leia had softball practice, and she left her stuff with her mother. And—“

“It’s fine.” He could feel that it wasn’t. You let him inside and sat on the couch. Decorations from the surprise party your friends threw scattered around with the essence of a good time.

It was late. Very late. One in the morning. “Penny is asleep in the studio. Don’t wake her.” You muttered and turned back to the television.

Anakin placed the flowers on the dining room table along with the other bouquets and presents you received. “Baby, baby. I’m sorry.” He sat beside you, elbows on his knees as he leaned in.

“You didn’t even call.”

“I lost my phone.” You rolled your eyes; he did this often seeing as how his memory wasn’t the best. But you didn’t want to hear that! “Baby?”

Frustration fumed within you. “You embarrassed me in front of my girls! This is the last time.”

He took your hands into his. “You know I love you.” He said calmly, “look at me.” Your eyes flickered to his, but your head was still turned away. “You’re the best thing to happen to me, ok? You’re the center of my universe.”

“It’s one in the morning.”

“I apologize. If you had let me finish, after I dropped off Leia’s belongings, I was headed to you, but Luke broke his nose in his rocketry class. He stayed late and was tinkering with the upper-class men’s work.”

“Is he ok?”

“He’s fine but I was at the ER until about…” He turned his left wrist over and read the watch, “twenty minutes ago.” Your head lowered, “You have every right to be angry with me. I understand that communication isn’t my strong suit but, Doll, you can’t leave me.”

He was right, like always, you can’t. Never had you met a guy so perfect for you. Your fingers brushed the grey hairs in his stubble; red-ish dark hair filled your hand as he leaned into you, his arms crossed behind your back, and he pulled you closer. His voice was gruff but as gentle as it could be, “I love you, sweetheart.”

You found it hard to pull your gaze from his eyes, “I love you too.” You said softly so only his ears could hear.

“Happy birthday.” He said as of reminding you and placed a kiss between your eyebrows.

“Thank you.”

“I have a few gifts for you, Can I show them to you?” You nodded and kept your arms around his neck, your ass on his lap. He opened a small bag by his feet and retrieved a maroon, velvet box. He turned it to you and showed the gold necklace with a butterfly pendant. You lifted a bundle of your hair away from your neck and he leaned into you; clipped the ends of the necklace and let it rest above your breasts. “And…I know you like to take mine, so.” From the bag, he gathered another velvet box and revealed a watch to match his. “This one actually fits you.”

“Thank you.” You said softly as the quartz face of the watch gleamed in the light of the television. “I apologize for being rude earlier.”

“You know I’m used to your attitude.” His hands cuffed your cheeks, thumbs ran over the corners of your mouth. “You still seem tense.” The man noted as you sat comfortably on his jeans. “Let me help you.” A callused hand ran down the sides of your birthday dress and rest on your hip, the other on the back of your neck.

The tension was palpable as you avoided his gaze, “I feel bad asking for sex after…treating you that way.” You could feel his exhales on your face, a firm look was steady on your face.

“This is a first.” He chuckled deeply and took a breath of your sweet perfume. His hands roamed over the curves of your breasts and back down to the perfect curves of your hips. “Lay on me.” You rest your lips on his; his grip hardened on your body. Your delicate skin against him as he deepened the kiss with a groan. His lips moved against the sweet seam of your mouth, enticing it open for his tongue.

“Penny is in the other room.” You said through breaths.

“Then you must be quiet.” The hand on the back of your neck brought you back against him. Your body flush against him, he could feel your soft breasts and hard nipples. Without a doubt, you’d be sore from his grip alone in the morning. His hand moved from your hip to your ass, gently tugging your pink thong to the side. “Fuck.” His fingers slipped around your wet heat, “Did I do this?” He asked as you raised your dress higher.

“Yes, Daddy.”

He slapped your ass; he took your bottom lip between his teeth. “It’s that sorta’ night?” You blushed as his firm cock pressed on your pussy through his jeans. With a sway of your hips, you rubbed your clit on the bulge, back and forth, “You have no idea what I’m thinkin’, Sweetheart.” He said through rough kisses. Your chest rose and fell against his body, his hot breath fanned over your ear as he whispered. “I’m going to fuck you over this couch. Try your best not to wake your friend, alright?” You nodded quickly as he pulled the clothes off your body. His cock throbbed under you as his mind raced. It’s been days since he’s spread you out and fucked you right.

You managed to pull his cock from his jeans; memories flooded your head at the sight of it. He applied pressure on his kisses, a hand on the front of your throat. The man guided your body, your pussy rubbed against the length of his cock. Your thumb brushed the precum and swiftly, you sucked it off your thumb. “Quit teasing me.” You sighed.

He squeezed your throat until you stopped whining. He rubbed his thick cockhead against the slick folds of your pussy. Anakin groaned from the overwhelming warmth, his need for you clouded his thoughts. Your eyes fluttered shut as he thrusts his hips upward into you. You bit his finger that pressed over your lips. He buried himself to the hilt in your heated walls.

Anakin paused for a moment and let your body adjust to his size. You squirmed in his grip as he chuckled, “You feel heavenly, sweetheart.” His voice deep as he felt your deep bite on his finger. “…so fucking tight and hot around my cock.” You nodded as he slowly stroked inside of you. “Don’t I fit so nicely in this pussy?” You gave him a drunken nod; his hips rolled in a deep grind against yours. Each thrust reached a new nerve, shockwaves of pleasure sent through your beautiful body as you wadded over him.

He pulled his finger from your mouth, “Shhhh.” He reminded, his tongue found your mouth again started stroking, twined with your own. He swallowed your sweet moans and whimpers down his throat. “That’s it, baby. You’re taking every inch.” Before you could reply, his tongue swirled inside of your mouth, panting kisses shared between you two. “You’re so precious.”

He hooked your legs over his elbows and turned you on your back. You pressed onto the soft couch cushions as he loomed over you. Soon, his hand found your neck again and his cock drove deeper into your pussy. A helpless squeal left your lips as his heavy cock fucked you harder. With each deep stroke, his cockhead kissed your cervix. Your eyes fell back into your head, twitching fingers reached for him desperately. He could feel it when you came on his cock, your sweet pussy clutched him tightly, and your cum dressed his cock in sweet cream.

Anakin leaned closer to you until your soft fingers met his cheeks. “I’m here, baby. I’m here. Baby girl.” His rough and lustful voice made you cling tighter to him, “I’m gonna fill you to the brim, sweetheart.” He panted, his hot breath mixing with yours between the small space. It was a miracle you weren’t tearing holes into the couch cushions from the stretching pleasure.

Anakin snarled as you gripped around him tighter. The feeling of your soft cervix kissing his cock with each thrust, your body submitting beneath his relentless strokes, was enough to drive him inside. “Fuck yes,” Every time he pulled from you, your pussy pulled him right back. His heavy balls slapped against your ass, “Fuck, take my cum.” He could feel his release close to the edge of his cock.

Your breathy moans were soft, mindful of the woman that lay asleep in the bedroom down the hall. His hand tangled in your hair and brought your neck to him. He latched onto you as if trying to draw blood from your system. He sucked on the skin as he fucked you relentlessly. “I- I’m gonna cum, Baby!” His voice strained as he tried to hold back. “You want my seed?” You nodded, holding a hand over your mouth to keep your loud moans from escaping. Anakin pressed his hips against yours and emptied himself deep inside of you as you came with him. “M~ ngh~” Each stream of thick, hot cum flooded your womb.

His hands were gentle as he pets your cheeks, working you through your own trembling orgasm. He tilted your chin up with callused fingers and wiped away your tears. Anakin gazed down at you with sweet adoration; he could feel your swollen and tender flesh quivering around his thick cock, still aching from your first round. “How’d I do, baby?” He asked, softly stroking inside of your well-used pussy. Your eyes twitched closed as your fingers fell from the overstimulation. As he pulled his hips back and forth, your sorry clitoris taking all the pressure. “Should I stop?” You twitched and shook your head. He leaned down until his elbows rest of either side of your head, his biceps enclosed your head. “What a greedy cunt…you aren’t leaving me anytime soon.”

Each grind more delicious than the last as his cum spilled out of you and on the couch. Your tender folds and clit pulsed, “Doesn’t my cock feel nice?” He asked, his breath on your lips. “Say it.”

“Y- your…” He turned your head back to him, “Your cock feels so…n-nice.”

“Daddy fucked your greedy cunt so well, didn’t he?” Your forehead rests on his as you nod. “All red and sore, isn’t she?” He slid a hand down to your breast, kneading gently. He pinched your nipple and rolled it between his fingers. “Poor baby…” He whispered, thrusting harder as he fucked you into the couch.

“Daddy~” In an almost punishing pace, Anakin rocks himself into you. “A~ ah!”

“Shhh.” His lips pressed down onto yours, capturing the swell of moans in his throat. “Let me finish you off, baby girl.” He thrusts deep into you, punishing your clitoris endlessly, “What’s wrong?” He cooed and pushed tears away from your cheeks. “Is this too much?”

Anakin pulled out of your cunt; your hole stretched and oozing your shared orgasm. “You are so beautiful, baby. Such a pretty pussy…” He gazed at you between your quivering thighs, “You don’t believe me?” He asked before dragging his tongue over the seam of your cunt with a slow, deep lick. He could taste himself on your sensitive skin. Your legs spasmed from the pressure while he enjoyed the feel of your swollen clitoris.

Anakin focused on your throbbing heat and sucked on your tender nub. Your heart raced as he held your thighs open, circling and flicking your clit until tears ran down your soft cheeks once more. “A~ Ani~” You whimpered helplessly from the strums of pleasure. You were completely undone beneath him, conflicted and heated.

A hand rose to your face, gently caressing your cheek. You leaned onto his hand and let your eyes shut. “It’s ok, baby.” His tongue dove into your center, eating your soft pussy. There was a glow about you, an orgasm heat on your cheeks from the lovemaking. He couldn’t care less about your friend in the other room nor the sounds you both were making in the living room.

After all, it’s your big day. Well, it was yesterday. Now it’s 3:47AM and you lay in your shared mess with his kisses up and down your throat. He took your wrist into his clutch, careful of the gold watch, and kissed your fingers.

a/n: Happy (early/late) birthday to anyone reading this!

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