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Understanding Pt 2

This took so long... P1 here

Warnings: SMUT, forced marriage, dub!con, R18, etc.

Word count: 1,937

“Do you understand now?” He asked, sounding genuinely curious as you turned towards him, your mascara smudged beneath your wide eyes. 

You nodded, it being the only movement you could come up with. You felt like you’d been torn apart. Physically, psychologically. You could manage no words. No thoughts.

This was exactly what he wanted from you, you realized. The look on his face was pure pride, pure satisfaction. You didn��t protest when he approached you with his embroidered handkerchief, didn’t protest as he wiped your cheeks, your eyes. Said nothing when he pulled off your ruined panties completely, said even less as he straightened your skirt. 

When he was level with you again, he grabbed your face in his hands, kissing you with a surprising softness. “Your parents will be waiting to do their toast. Come.”

This time when he offered his hand you took it. Still blurry and weightless from the events before. Surprisingly the two of you slip into the party seamlessly, like you had never left. You quickly spot your parents over by the champagne fountain, where quite the crowd had gathered. 

Coriolanus put a glass into your hand, taking one for himself as well, and grinned as everyone raised their glasses. You were relieved that you hadn’t had to sit through their speech, most probably focused on the prestige of the match and the converging of wealth rather than either of your personal happiness. Moreover, you were relieved that no one had noted your absences. 

He kissed you then, as the people cheered. Soft and quick, nothing like the consuming hard kisses that had bruised your lips moments before. You wondered how nobody had noticed, you dearly wished for a bathroom or even some deodorant to cover up the silky obscene smell of Coriolanus which lingered all over your skin.

You gladly knock back your drink, not even flinching as the hard liquor passed down your throat. It wasn’t as if you could get more drunk, more woozy. It wasn’t as if you could make worse decisions than you already had. 

He took your glass after that, and blocked any other that was offered to you that evening. He had frowned when you had chugged back the drink, he would not let you become a spectacle. From then on he watched you closely. 

You could see the reflection of desire and possession in his eyes, and it sent shivers down your spine. You tried your best to compose yourself, to hide the lingering effects of his dominance, but you could feel his eyes on you, undressing you, claiming you.

The evening went on, and you did your best to ignore the constant reminder of his touch, the roughness of his hands, and the sharp edge of pain that intermingled with pleasure. Despite the weariness and guilt you felt, you tried to enjoy the rest of the evening. You took part in small talk, laughed at jokes, and kept up all appearances of the dutiful daughter, future wife. You managed to get through the meal, the speeches, and even the first dance with your Fiance, without breaking down. But as you stepped away from the dance floor, your legs felt like rubber, and your thoughts were still lost in the haze of his actions, and your looming marriage.

As the evening came to a close, you had forgotten that you were to move into his penthouse that evening. It only came back to you as you waited outside with your parents, ready to head home, only for them to casually kiss your cheeks and leave you standing in the cold. You stared as your car drove off into the city, stunned by this reality. 

Coriolanus materialized behind you, shaking you out of your stupor. The party was dying down in the hall, though some shouts and the humm of music still chimed in your ears. 

“I think it’s time we head out.” He said.

You took a deep breath, feeling the unfamiliar weight of vulnerability and fear, but also the lingering heat of the slickness between your thighs. You nodded, unable to look at him. He takes your hand without another word, guiding you into the car, and ordering his driver to go.

His hand rested on your thigh and you didn't dare meet his eyes. Instead, you focused on the familiar sights of the city passing by outside the window. As the car pulled up to his penthouse, he helped you out, his hand at your lower back, showing you inside. It was a strange mixture of gentlemanly display and unwanted touch, you knew his demeanor to be a farce, a display for his staff. You had already experienced your future husband's brutality.

Once inside, he led you to the elevator, pressing the button for the top floor. The unspoken tension caused your hands to shake, especially as the lift moved up, each floor like a countdown to some terrible fate.

It was awfully unsettling, you wouldn’t quite call it fear, you didn’t truly believe that he would hurt you? He had a reputation and surely your parents trusted him. But you didn’t know what he would do, he had already proven himself unpredictable, and he had a dangerous spark that you hadn’t quite anticipated. 

You think back to your tryst at the party and try to hide your shudder. Because he had been right, it had been so good. 

The elevator came to a stop with an all to cheerful ding and Coriolanus guided you out. You recognised your luggage in the hall, though it had not been you who had packed it.

“You can unpack properly in the morning.” He walked you straight through the foyer to a pair of grand mahogany doors. 

“I wish I had been told about my moving so soon, I thought it would be improper for us to live together before our wedding.” The suggestion of judgment and impropriety would surely make him pause.  

Coriolanus just laughed. “Hardly, the old ways are over. Don’t go all virginal on me. The damage has been done.” He grinned at you but you only scowled and ignored him.

Step by step, you were forced to walk further into the room, away from the safety of the foyer and into the unknown. “I would like to be informed of plans made on my behalf.”

“Why?”

“Why?” You stutter, amazed.

He stops in front of a large opulent bed. “How are you not getting this? I was told you had been well brought up, educated even.”

“What has my education got to do with anything?”

“I thought it would mean you were a fast learner, alas…” He pauses, looking at you with distaste. “As I have already told you, dearest, you don’t need to know anything, you don’t need to do anything except for what I say, what I tell you.” 

You gaped in front of him. Was this your fate? Was this all your parents had deemed you worthy of? He left you stunned behind him as he walked off to one of the dressers. He was silent, so casual in his movements as he undressed. First his jacket was laid out on the back of a chair, his waistcoat followed after it. He loosened his tie, and put that on the pile also. He only looked back at you when he got to his cufflinks, seeming to remember himself. 

“Come over here.” He asks. And you do so slowly. 

He holds his wrist out to you expectantly, but surprisingly gently. Though your hands are shaking, you take his hand and undo his right cufflink, then the left, before looking at his expectantly. "What now?" you asked hesitantly, searching for some kind of explanation.

"Unbutton my shirt," he whispered.

You bit your lip, feeling your heart pound wildly against your ribcage. This was not like you. You were not always so careful, so meek, so obedient. But here you were, standing in a grand penthouse with a man who had already shown you glimpses of the beast lurking within him. And you did exactly as he said.

You mustered up a small amount of courage and reached out to unbutton his shirt. Your fingers trembled as they made contact with his skin. The silk of his shirt was cool against your warmer skin. You unbuttoned his shirt slowly and deliberately, with each movement you could feel the tension in the air grow. 

Because as much as you did not want to admit it, the man before you was gorgeous, and he wanted you so badly. The quiver in your touch only seemed to fuel his desire more, a low growl escaping his lips as you reached his waist.

You hesitated for a moment, the last button undone, but his hand came up and grabbed yours, guiding it towards the fly of his pants. Your heart beat wildly in your chest, your breaths coming in short gasps as you realized where this was leading. 

You tried your best to compose yourself, to ignore the constant reminder of his touch, the roughness of his hands, and the sharp edge of pain that transformed into pleasure. His eyes burned into you and you knew what to do, you unbutton his pants and let them fall to the ground, and after a moment of pressure on your shoulder, you are guided to the floor with them. 

Face to face with his crotch you swallow, remembering his size and fearing what this position would lead to. His hand moves to your chin, gripping it to bring your eyes up to his. You felt a heat between your legs again, a brewing need that matched his own. You took a deep breath and reached out hesitantly for his underwear, you gripped the fabric, pulling it down slowly, revealing his arousal. You watched as his proud erection sprang free, and as you looked up at him, he nodded. You knew what to do next.

Opening your mouth wide, you envelop his tip and suck, slowly at first, tasting him, feeling his cock fill your mouth. Your lips glide effortlessly up and down the shaft, causing him to moan in pleasure. But it’s still only the tip, and the more you move, the more he reacts, forcing himself further and further down your throat. you can feel his hands in your hair, gripping tightly but not too rough, guiding your movements as you take him deeper.

As you suck, you feel his erection grow even harder in your mouth, and you know that this is exactly what he wants. You begin to move your head up and down, sucking and licking, taking him as deep as you can. Your throat burns, but you push through it, wanting to please him, wanting to make him feel good.

The heat between your legs grows stronger, and you know that if you don't satisfy him soon, you'll be lost in your own desires. His hips start to move, pumping into your mouth, and you know he must be close. You readied yourself for his cum, understanding now that he was not a man to pull out. He got rougher and rough, pushing your head hard into the dresser behind you, you made a noise of protest and the vibrations had him spilling down your throat. Your mouth is so full of him it acts like a plug, and so you swallow. 

He pulls out a few moments later with a sigh, he combs his hands through his tousled blonde hair as he looks down at you. 

“Seems like you’re learning.”

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Understanding

Ok I have a new hyper-fixation...

Summary: You are betrothed to Coriolanus Snow, rather against your will. At your engagement party you bitterly protest the attachment and so Coryo has to bring you around...

Warnings: Uh yeah, full on smut. R18. Dub!con/non!con. Bad Coriolanus.

Word count: 2,041

Part 2 on its way!

The marriage with Coriolanus happened so fast, it was completely out of your control. Your parents had, of course, been thrilled when they were proposed with the offer, the Snows were once again on top of the world, with Coriolanus joining the increasingly prestigious group of Gamemakers for the 13th annual Hunger Games. 

Now moving into his twenties, it was expected that the man found a suitable wife, and as the newly 18 year old heiress of one of the most wealthy old families still functioning, you supposed you must have been at the top of his list. 

You had not known Coriolanus in school, him being a few significant years older than you, but you had heard of him. His name had been everywhere even then. The handsome and reclusive Snow, with top grades in everything and not even a single scandal to be whispered down the gossip line. Until Lucy Grey. Until the games. Until those months when he disappeared from all sight before coming back with a splash. New heir to the Plinth money, apprenticeship under head gamemaker Dr Gaul, and on the unmistakable path to power and presidency. 

You didn’t much care for all that. You only cared that he had barely spoken to you, and yet your engagement party loomed, and you were set to move in with him that night. 

Your mother hung a dress above your closet for the occasion, a patriotic Capital red, you blanched slightly at the neckline and the dangerous slit on the side. Surely this would not be appropriate. “Mama, are you certain you have collected the right dress?” You asked entreatingly. 

“Yes dear, Coriolanus sent it himself, what a gentleman!”

Your heart plummeted, what a joke. 

By the time you were ready your car was already waiting outside, you had a feeling you had left slightly late, if the frowns of your parents were anything to go by. No matter. You doubted you would be much missed. You hadn’t been allowed a look into the arrangements or the guest list, you guessed it was just another opportunity for your ‘fiance’ to socialize with the upper classes, with his colleagues.  

But contrary to your growing feelings of insignificance, as you pulled up you saw the figure of a familiar young man. Coriolanus wore a fitted three-piece black suit with a bright red rose at his lapel. His blonde hair had been wrangled into respectable curls and his blue eyes glinted in the moonlight. But what truly took your breath away was the expression on his face. It was so tight.

As your car slowed to a stop, he moved for the door, first giving his aid to your mother and guiding her out, exchanging pleasantries and suffering her excited chatter, before moving to reach you. His hand was soft but gripped yours so hard as he all but pulled you out of the vehicle.

“Is it your habit, Y/N, to arrive so… fashionably late?” 

It sounded like a reprimand and made your heart beat into attention. The glamorous suit and charming smile that he wore on his face to your parents had such a threatening glint under the surface. You wondered at how they didn’t notice, chuckling softly, saying that yes, yes you had always been somewhat ignorant of keeping time. 

You saw the way his jaw clenched and you felt his firm grip on your arm now. “Well, let’s not keep your guests waiting. Shall we?” How dare he pose it as a question! He was already dragging you into the fold. 

It began in a blur of names, shaking hands and congratulations, all of which flew right over your head. Instead of paying attention to your audience you had instead attempted to track down some posca, soon nursing your glass in one hand, and letting yourself be led with the other. 

“And what a beautiful dress Y/N, perfect for such an occasion!” A couple from Coriolanus’ work had cornered the two of you by one of the tables and engaged you in conversation. Coriolanus smiled his twisted and charming smile, he, of course, remembered their names, asked after their children, her mother. 

It sickened you the way he played people, the way he played your parents. “Really?” You said in reply to the man’s compliment, “I wasn’t sure, it’s a bit bright and not entirely my style.” 

The man blinked at your dismissal of him. And Coriolanus went still. So you wanted something darker, he thought? He could certainly give you that. 

“What she means to say is that she wanted to try something new and special for this party, to begin this marriage as she means to continue it.”

By wearing his selection of dresses? By letting him control your every move? You flinched as he kissed your cheek. 

“Isn’t that right, dear?”

“Whatever you say.” You laugh and take a swig of your drink. His face stays mostly calm, but only you, in such close proximity to him, notice the twitch in his eye. 

From then he keeps a much stronger grasp on you, his hand never straying from your lower back as he trails you through the hoards of people, his trophy to show off. 

Walking past a buffet table, you lean over to grab one of the many sweet snacks, it was one of your favorites, a puffy red cube covered in icing sugar. Coriolanus was watching you, and he grabbed your wrist before you could place it in your mouth. 

“You’ll ruin your lipstick, you’ll be a mess.” He grimaced, a look of disgust crossed his face at the mere thought. You relished in it. You moved your hand back to the table, as if to put it back, causing him to release your arm. Just as he turned away to converse once again with some colleague, you snatch the treat back up to your mouth and revel in the tart rosy taste of it, feeling your lips coat with the white powder. 

His eyes caught the action and followed it as your tongue licked away the powder, his cheeks flush red in stark contrast to his growing frown. It brings a most dangerous light to his face, one that makes your body shudder as you clock eyes. 

He squeezes your waist threateningly. “Excuse us, please.” He says to the men he’d been talking with. He dragged you away through the crowd, not stopping for anyone else, only flashing that smile, faking an incident or rendezvous with his fiancee. He takes you down the side of the building, and stops, pushing you against the wall.

“What do you think you’re doing?” He hisses at you, face inches from your own. 

His closeness sent you spiraling, and his strength began to make you panic. He truly had you trapped there, hsi to interrogate. 

“I… I don’t know.” You gasped, his forearm against your throat, cutting off air.

“Are you so determined to sabotage me?”

“Why shouldn’t I be? You’ve given me no reason to support you.”

“No reason?” He says quietly, “No reason?” His voice increases in volume, “You are my wife, that is your only reason, your only job.”

“I am not your wife yet.” You almost spit it into his face. 

“Oh really? That’s not what the paperwork says.”

You shook your head desperately, “I haven’t signed anything.”

“Why would it need your signature?” He sounded genuinely confused, as if the thought had never entered his mind. A contract, your life had been given away on a contract. “The wedding is but a formality. You need to come to terms with this or I’ll…”

“You’ll what?”

His furious eyes blaze into your own, so full of righteousness, of power. It terrified you. You were so certain that he would act now, hit you, or scream at you, that you didn;t expect what happened next. You didn’t expect his lips to be on yours. 

He kissed you harshly, banging your head into the brick wall behind you, making stars swirl in your head, behind your eyes. It hurt as he dug his fingers into your waist, as he searched for the slit in your dress, and yanked it up your body. It hurt as he grabbed your thighs, picking you up effortlessly and holding you up completely. And then it didn’t. And then nothing did, and your body filled instead with an intense wave of unrelenting pleasure. 

“You’re unbelievable,” you gasp.

He barely let you breathe as his mouth attacked yours and his fingers ravaged your clit through your panties. It felt so good. Despite everything it felt so good. You whispered as much and moaned whenever a break in the kisses occurred. 

He didn't stop, didn’t slow until your body relaxed, until your forehead fell against his in a silent unwilling gasp. 

“Don’t you see it could be good?” He whispered right next to your ear. He kissed the soft skin underneath it, “It could be so good.”

And then he dropped you, and as your legs were weak from your orgasm, they failed to catch you, and you fell onto the ground. You looked up at him, your hooded eyes full of confusion and lust and desperation. There was a smirk on his face and desire was still lighting his eyes. 

“If you let me do whatever I want to you, y/n. If you accept that you belong to me.” He said it so simply, so matter of fact. He offered his hand to you, clearly ready for you to be compliant. So you swat it away, and stand up by yourself, ignoring the slickness between your thighs and the shaking of your body. 

It was clearly the wrong move. Fury burned in his eyes once again and he grabbed you by the waist. Twisting you around and turning you to face the wall. Your hands snatched out to stop your collision with it as he once again worked at your skirts. His breath was hot on your neck and you couldn't help the way your body was already reacting to this change. You could hear his every move, your heart raced as you heard him undo his belt. 

Working down your underwear, he kissed your neck lightly, surprisingly gentle when he eased himself inside you from behind. It was too much, it felt much too good. One of your arms reached back to try and touch him, and he responded by grabbing your hand in his before placing them both against the wall as he started to thrust inside of you.

“Are you going to be good for me?”

All you could do was moan as he settled himself deep inside of you, hitting all the right spots with a relentless precision. His grip tightened on your hand at your sounds which only got louder as he pounded into you. Tears leaked from your eyes, from pain or pleasure you couldn’t decipher. 

“Shut up. Shut up, or do you want them to see you like this?” He slowed his movements, returning his mouth to your neck. “Do you want them to see me using you? It’s not like they don’t know it already. You seem to be the last one to catch on” 

He released your hand and moved both of his to your waist, he pulled you backwards, making you bend even more obscenely against the wall. From this angle he was hitting you deeper, and it took all your effort not to let out a guttural scream. 

He seemed to enjoy this angle too, speeding up and becoming harder by the second, you could feel it. You felt all of him with his every movement and it was intoxicating. It became all too overwhelming when he came inside of you, it was blindingly hot, you felt all too full as you clenched around him in response. You scrambled for purchase against the wall but he pulled you back up to him, embracing you from behind to catch his breath. When he stepped back to pull out of you, he did so slowly, to watch his cum slide out of you onto the floor, to watch it trail down your legs. 

“Do you understand now?”

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Losing Control

Summary: Anakin needs to let off some steam, he has found a willing partner.

Warnings: Yeah this is pretty shameless smut. R18.

Word count: 1,350

Missions did not always go well, and Anakin Skywalker hated it. 

He didn’t like to lose, never had. He didn’t like the disappointment - the losses, the debates, the paperwork, there were all worth it if the battle was won. But when they lost? He could barely contain himself. That’s where you came in.

A younger Jedi, assigned to his corps a few months ago, your relationship began after only your second mission together. 

On that fateful mission, the odds were stacked against the Republic forces from the beginning. Anakin's frustration was palpable as the mission unraveled, the enemy proving more cunning and ruthless than anticipated. The aftermath was a grim scene of wounded soldiers, damaged equipment, and a bitter taste of defeat.

As the surviving members of the mission trudged back to base, the weight of failure hung heavy in the air. Anakin, visibly seething, marched ahead with clenched fists. It was then that you approached him, respectful but determined.

"Master Skywalker," you began, choosing your words carefully, "we did everything we could. The enemy caught us off guard. We'll learn from this and be better prepared next time.”

Anakin shot you a stern look, his blue eyes flashing with frustration. "We can't afford mistakes like this, especially when lives are on the line. We need to be better, faster, stronger.” His agitation had become visible, he was practically vibrating with anger. This un-jedi-like behaviour would surely earn him a reprimand. Concerned, you dragged him with you down a hallway, trying to find him a space to calm himself, to straighten out his attitude. But he had only took the opportunity to kiss you, to push you against the wall, to drag you into a cupboard and pound into you until all this annoyance had been spent.

Since then it was like a ritual after every failures. He sought you out, you helped control him stabilise his moods. You were where he could focus his frustrations on, and you enjoyed it so much. 

Anakin was not a man to be messed with. He was a general, he was smart and strong and brave, and terrifying. Attributes which made him both the perfect soldier and the perfect lover. 

As the days turned into weeks and the weeks into months, your relationship with Anakin Skywalker evolved into a dangerous dance of desire and secrecy. The allure of forbidden love was intoxicating, fuelling the flames of passion that burned between you. Behind closed doors, away from prying eyes, you revelled in each other's touch, your bodies entwined in a tangled web of carnal need.

But with every stolen moment, a seed of doubt began to take root within you. The weight of secrecy hung heavy on your shoulders, burdening your conscience. You knew the consequences of such an illicit affair, the potential for scandal and disgrace that could bring ruin upon you both.

Yet, in those stolen moments, it was easy to forget about the world outside. Anakin's touch ignited a fire within you that could not be extinguished. His commanding presence combined with tender vulnerability made him irresistible. It felt as if the universe conspired for your bodies to collide, to find solace in each other.

So here you were yet again. Anakin dusty and sleep deprived, returning from battle unharmed physically, but the toll on his soul was heavy. You could see it in his eyes. And in the numbers which emerged from the ships, so many fewer than those who had left on them. 

His eyes met yours from across the hangar and you knew he needed you. Back in your chambers he had you shoved against the door, hot mouth biting harshly down your neck, onto your chest. 

“Force, I needed you. I need this.” 

Your breath caught in your throat as Anakin's lips trailed down your body. The familiar rush of desire flooded through you, eclipsing any sense of guilt or rational thought. In this moment, there was only the two of you, bound by an undeniable magnetic pull.

His hands roamed hungrily over your curves, igniting every nerve ending in their wake. Your skin burned under his touch, a testament to the intensity of the fire between you. As he claimed you with every fevered kiss and possessive stroke, the world outside ceased to exist.

“I want you right here, now.” He was on his knees then, mouth level with your burning core as he shoved your robes up to your hips. He was harsh and fast with his movements, desperate. 

The air in the chamber was thick with the scent of passion and the sound of your ragged breaths filled the room. Anakin's eyes, dark with desire, locked with yours as he continued to worship your body. The raw hunger in his gaze set your nerves ablaze, electrifying every inch of your being.

You clutched at his shoulders, nails digging into his flesh, as waves of pleasure coursed through you. The world around you blurred into a hazy euphoria, leaving only Anakin and the overwhelming sensations that consumed you.

“Oh Force, Anakin…”

“I could do this all day.” He said, stopping briefly and kissing up to your lower stomach before going back down again. Revelling in the feeling of your hands tangling in his hair.

Minutes passed in second and soon you were spilling into his face as he lapped you up. Hands moving up and down your legs to keep you steady, then just as you caught your breathe, he moved under your thighs and picked you up. 

Once his face was levelled with your once again he took your mouth in a hungry, desperate movement. Your slickness had left a tart flavour on his tongue as he consumed you, distracting you so much that you didn’t notice that he had lain you down on the bed. 

By time you realised, coming in and out of consciousness, he was already above you once again, and had already disposed of both of your robes. His heavy form pressed you down into the bed, strong arms reaching up and down your body, finally resting at the point where your two cores met. 

He nudged into you slowly, always giving you time to adjust to his size. He watched your face, his chin resting near your collar bone as he gazed at your open, gasping mouth, neck lent back into the pillows. He grinned an Anakin Skywalker grin, full of pride, and power, and anticipation, he revelled in your moans as he bottomed out inside of you. 

You were practically shaking, he cooed into your neck, kissing softly and moving slowly. The touch of his lips sent shivers down your spine, every sensation heightened as he moved.

Thrusts came in faster, an enthusiastic and increasingly wild rhythm that drove you wild, your nails digging into his skin as you urged him on. He plunged into you deeper, harder, your cries echoing in the chamber as his name tumbled from your lips."Anakin," you gasped, your back arching off the bed as you clung to him, his name a plea, a prayer, a desperate call to the force.

Soon he was groaning softly, his eyes fluttering shut as he reached his own peak. You could feel his body trembling as he poured himself into you. His climax was hot and intense, filling you completely, it was almost too much.

He collapsed onto you, his breath ragged and heavy, your skin sticking to his as your bodies mingled together. Your heart raced, your mind spinning, your body still impaled by his hard length. You could feel him still leaking out of you, so much of him must be staining your sheets but you couldn’t care. Not when it was him.

You looked down at him, the crease of frustration and fatigue which had dominated his forehead for weeks now, was faded. His breathing slow. You shut your eyes and smiled, you were the only one who could do this to him. The older General relied on you, on this time with you. And you were more than willing to oblige.

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Best insult for a Star Wars fan = Disney adult

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Awake (2007)

This film should be illegal.... No thoughts....

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Piloting P2

Summary: This one was requested! This is what happens when the two of you reach your rooms... P1 here. But it’s not necessary to have read it! Basically, you’re a young Padawan who’s caught the attention of General Skywalker, he locks the two of you in a bedroom together!

Warnings: Yep this is smut. Full on. R18.

Word count: 1,320

The walk to your quarters is a blur. The palace is a stunningly beautiful building, huge and old and unfamiliar, though apparently not to General Skywalker- Anakin. He walks with complete ease down these hallways, he does not seem intimidated by the size or grandeur of the buildings and people. 

And he seems to know exactly where he is going, what he is doing. His confidence astounds you as you follow in complete confusion and stunned obedience to the man before you. Because though he was quiet and stoic throughout your journey, he communicated with his eyes the entire time. Glances as you turned corners, the ghosts of smiles as he watched you admire the architecture, the hungry look which appeared when you fixed your hair before meeting with the Queens party. 

He was adamant on getting you settled, he said. On taking care of his troops, on those under his command. It was an act of responsibility then that he should escort you to your rooms, and carry your bags, it was his duty. 

As you reached the door to your assigned quarters, Anakin set your bag down and turned to face you. The air was thick with tension, and you could feel the electricity between you two.

"Look," Anakin began, his voice a mixture of earnestness and desire. . His eyes bore into yours with an intensity that made your breath catch in your throat. "You've been on my mind since the first moment I saw you," he admitted, his hand reaching out to gently cup your cheek. "I can't resist this pull, this attraction."

You stood there, unable to tear your gaze away from him, a mixture of uncertainty and longing in your eyes. Anakin took a step closer, the air thickening with anticipation. “You first saw me a few hours ago?”

“No.” He says simply, slightly breathless as he stares into you. “It’s been months. Today has been my only opportunity to get you away from your master. You can't deny what's happening between us. There's a connection, a force that draws us together.”

His hand comes to hold your cheek, his touch sending shivers down your spine and you felt a warmth spreading through your entire being. You wanted to resist, to adhere to the rules and regulations of the Jedi Order, to make your master proud; but the magnetic force between you and Anakin was undeniable. 

As much as he may have been watching you, you had been looking for him. He was famous, beautiful, powerful, kind. He was a shining and magnificent sight to behold, whether on the battlefield or in briefing, anytime that he had been in your vicinity, you had been distracted by him, enthralled by his mere presence. In this room, alone with him, his hands on you, it was all too much. Like a dream. 

“But… you’re General Skywalker. You could have anybody?”

He shakes his head at you, looming over you with his great height with a sympathetic look on his face. How could you not know? “And yet I am here with you.” His other hand comes to your face as he leans in, kissing you with an intensity like nothing you had ever experienced before. It was desperate, forceful, and full of passion. You kiss back and his hands slide to your neck, playing with the hair at the nape of your neck, those that escaped from your normally tight style. 

His tongue enters your mouth and you let out an embarrassing moan, making him chuckle against your lips. The light moment does not last long however… The size difference between you became more apparent as Anakin pressed you gently against the door, his body closing the gap between you. His lips claimed yours again, this time with a hunger that left no room for hesitation. You melted into the kiss, your hands finding their way to his strong chest, feeling the steady beat of his heart beneath your touch.

Anakin's hands roamed your body, his touch both tender and possessive. His strength was exhibited as he lifted you effortlessly, your legs wrapping around his waist clumsily, as he caught you off guard. The feeling of being in his arms, completely at his mercy, sent a thrill through you. His metal hand supported you, its strength a stark reminder of his experiences in battle as a soldier and the authority he held as a general.

He groans into your mouth as you buck against him, reacting to his hands under your top. His noises only fuelled the fire between you two. The passion that had been smouldering now erupted into flames, consuming both of you. The intensity of the kiss only increased as he carried you further into your quarters, off of the wall, he almost threw you down onto the bed.

The room was dimly lit, casting a warm glow that danced on the walls. The air was thick with desire, and the anticipation hung in the room like a palpable force.

He leant down above you, stripping off his shirt, and grabbing at your pants eagerly. He unbuttoned them slowly however, staring into your eyes as he worked them down your legs and off the end of the bed. Now positioned by your feet he removed your boots too, then works his way up your body, kissing every inch of your legs and up your thighs. 

His hands continued their exploration, tracing the contours of your body. Every touch sent electric shocks through your system, heightening the sensations. When he arrives back at your face he hovers for a moment, eyes level to yours. “You’re exactly how I imagined.” His hand goes between your legs to your clit and you moan, “So responsive.” He peppers your neck with kisses and you ache to touch him as he was you.

You go for his own trouser buttons but he grabs your hand sternly, “Not yet, you be a good padawan and let me attend you.”

That’s when he enters you, his metal fingers stretch you out with ease, “God you’re soaking, soaking for your General.” His fingers move in and out slowly. They were cold at first but now slick with your juices they almost burned. “I bet you dreamed about this, about my hands. I saw you watch them, in the control room.” His voice is husky with pleasure and pride, “I saw how you wanted me near.”

You almost scream from the pressure he applies to your core, coming with an intensity which makes your eyes roll back. He kisses you as you try to gain your breath, knocking your head back onto the pillows, filling you with the taste and smell of him. You almost come again. 

When you eventually come back to life, you find that he had indeed stripped off his own pants, he towered over you, bare and glorious. Pumping himself while watching your face. 

“I need more.” You whisper, reaching for his cock with one hand and his neck with the other, trying to pull him down into you. 

“You’re in no position to make demands” He growls - but to little effect as he takes his place between your legs anyway. His size and mass are overpowering above you, and all you want is more. You can’t help the small whine which falls from your lips. 

“But since you’ve been so good…” He says with a terrifying and maddening smile.

He enters you slowly, letting you adjust to his considerable size, inch by inch you take him. Your breath catches with his every move until he bottoms out, the two of you still for a moment and you take the time to close your eyes, capture the memory, the feeling, the sensation of being filled by him. 

Your nails make a slow line down his back, tracing to grab his sides as you whisper. “Take me, General” And he does. 

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Midnight confessions

Summary: Neither of you can sleep and you both have feelings, they are revealed!

Warnings: Full on smut, little plot. R18.

Word count: 1,690

“You should be asleep.”

You startle out of your thoughts. “So should you, General Skywalker.”

He smiled in the dim light of palace quarters which had been provided for you, as Jedi ambassadors on Bespin. “I couldn’t.”

“Me neither. Something feels unsettled here.” You were wearing just a light white shirt and a pair of sleeping shorts, hair undone in messy curls around your head. Your appearance was far from the neat Jedi presentation he was used to seeing. You were shining in the moonlight. “I feel unsettled.” You meet his eyes across the room.

“You feel it to?” He asks, curious and desperate for you to see his true meaning.

“I’ve felt it since I boarded your ship. Since seeing you after such a long period of time had past. It’s like…”

There was a long pause. “Like what?” He asks, moving across the room, closer to you.

“Like nothing I’ve felt before, like nothing I should feel.”

He nods, finally coming to a stop in front of you. “And if I told you I did know this feeling? That I felt it even then?”

You looked deep into his eyes, searching for the truth and finding the sincerity you had come to expect from Anakin Skywalker. His confession sent a shiver down your spine. It was a secret you both had kept buried for years, a feeling that had grown quietly in the shadows of your duties as Jedi.

"Anakin, you can't mean… We can’t” You choked out, his hand reaching out to your face.

“I can. We can.” His voice goes husky, desperate, his eyes searching yours in the darkness. 

The room seemed to shrink around you, and the air grew heavy with unspoken desires and longing. Anakin's fingers brushed against your cheek, and you leaned into his touch, your body, and mind both, weakening.

"We've dedicated our lives to the Jedi Order," you whispered, your voice barely audible, your breath uneven. "We have responsibilities, Anakin. We can't just throw it all away."

“But can you resist this feeling? Can you suffer, and make me suffer, all for a code?”

You let your eyes flutter to the ground, losing them briefly, trying to gather your thoughts and your resolve. The Jedi Code had always been clear: emotions, especially romantic ones, were to be avoided. Yet here you were, standing in the moonlight with the man you loved, torn between duty and desire.

Anakin takes your chin in his hand and lifts your gaze to meet his. You see the fire in his eyes, the same passion that’s burning within you. “I can’t resist it anymore, (Y/N). I’ve tried for too long. I've fought it, but it's stronger than me. And now, after seeing you again, it’s stronger than anything.”

He leans in, his lips hovering just above yours. You can feel his hot breath on your skin, feel the tension building between you. You know you should resist, that you should push him away and leave the room, but you can’t. You’re powerless to his touch, to the feelings that are surging within you.

Without another word, Anakin closes the gap between you, pressing his lips to yours in a fiery kiss. His hands move to your hips, holding you close to him, as he deepens the kiss. You’re lost in him, in the passion that had lain dormant inside of you for too long.

"I know it's not easy," he said softly, “But I think we can make it work.”

He started kissing at your neck and you melted into him, the last vestiges of your resistance dissolving under his lips. 

Anakin's arms wrapped around you, pulling you closer, deepening the kiss. You felt his hands move down your back, sending shivers down your spine, and you knew there was no going back.

Nothing could stop you now. You and Anakin were in a world of your own, a world where only the two of you existed. He lifted you up in his arms, and you wrapped your legs around his waist, never breaking the kiss.

Anakin carried you to the large sofa in the center of the room, and gently lay you down. He looked at you, searching for any sign of hesitation, but all he found was burning desire. You wanted him as much as he wanted you.

He kissed you again, his lips trailing down your neck, your collarbone, and finally pulled down your nightshirt, reaching your breasts. He took one of your nipples into his mouth, and you gasped in pleasure. You allowed yourself to be swept away by the passion you both felt, in this moment, all that mattered was Anakin. 

Your hands moved to his beautiful curly hair, digging into the strand at the back as he continued his attack on your chest, the moan he let out sent shivers down in between your legs.

He removes your top completely, leaving you almost completely bare to him. He grins when you try to take his too. He leans back on the couch, on his knees in between your legs to strip it off. 

You gaze hungrily at his body, shaped from an adolescence of heavy training. He is slim but hard and toned with muscles and a spattering of scars. You are stunned into silence which makes him grin with a dangerous look in his eyes. He must know how much you want him, how much you’ve always wanted him. 

You feel yourself growing impossibly wet and pull him to you hungrily, wiping the pride off of his face as he melts into you. He kisses you on the mouth and returns to sucking and biting at your breasts, removing your own top completely and causing you to arch your back into him. He groans at the sight.

Anakin moves lower on you, kissing a line down your stomach, pulling down your sleep shorts to reveal your core. He takes a moment to push your legs apart and stare at your entrance. You feel the heat rising in you and feel yourself growing aroused by the intensity of his gaze. You want to kick him, make him move, make him so something. You’re getting impatient as he takes his time, stoking your thighs and playing with you what you would call an impossible cruelty.

“Look at me” Anakin says and you respond to the dominant command in his voice. He gazes deep into your eyes as his fingers trail through into you, finally, eliciting a moan from you. “You’re so beautiful.” He says breathlessly, and you pull him back down to your lips. “I love you.” 

Anakin moves his fingers through your wetness, exploring your folds and teasing your clit just a bit, just enough to learn you, watch you, tease you. You feel the air grow thick with tension as the feeling of his hands invades you, his moves gets faster and your breathe becomes more short. Then he swoops forward, face first and his tongue joins his fingers, you almost scream, bringing your hand to your mouth to muffle your voice. 

“Don’t stop” You say, though he shows no sign of wanting to. On the contrary his moves only become more desperate, more intense as he laps you up, the fire in your stomach grows ever more, burning down all of your past defences, wondering why you ever had any in the first place. Why you and Anakin hadn’t been sneaking away to do this for years. 

Then suddenly you meet your crescendo, biting hard on hand as you thrust into his face, coming all over him. His groan vibrates through you, shaking your sensitive core. He doesn’t give you much time to recover before taking one last stroke at your juices then coming up to kiss you on the mouth.

The taste of yourself on him makes you see stars, and the way he thrusts himself into you a moment later gives you a vision of the entire galaxy. 

He is rough and desperate and claws at you ferociously. His mouth takes a constant place on yours, his hands tracing down your body, his fingers gripping at your own and digging you further into the cushions. All the while he thrusts at a furious pace. 

“Force, this is more than I could ever have imagined.” His voice was so gruff and gravelly and his eyes were shut as he breaks from kissing you to breathe hard above you. 

You take the opportunity to kiss at his neck and bring your leg up to change the angle slightly, you catch him off guard and hear his breath hitch followed by a hard groan. 

You are both reaching your limit, your movements are long and drawn out and your breath comes in short gasps as each of you gets ready for that final push. Then Anakin begins to thrust faster, his rhythm turning erratic and fierce as he growls out in pleasure. You can feel the heat rise in you again as he moves in you, rubbing against the right spot, and you feel your chest tighten again on the verge of your second orgasm.

“Ani-“ You manage to mouth out.

As he slams into you again, he calls out your name and you feel the last of his control break apart, pushing you both over the edge. Anakin's face tenses as he emits three hard grunts, his last for a while, into your neck, each one of them triggering your orgasm. You clench to his body, nails digging into the skin of his back as your insides shake and your insides fill up with him. 

It is minutes later that the two of you can see, and breathe normally. It takes minutes more for you to move, both exhausted from your activity, from the emotions which came with it. You had crossed a line that you could never come back from. With Anakin. And it was amazing. You find yourself grinning into his shoulder and he looks up at you with the exact same expression on his face. 

This was the start of something…

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Hi , just a question , is there a possibility of a second part of Piloting ? I really liked it ♡ it can be something soft , fluffy . Not necessarily smut .

Of course that's totally up to you :)

A part 2 will happen! It’s in the drafts, I’m a wee bit busy at the moment but will definitely get to it! So happy you enjoyed my writing xxx

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Calling for back up:

Summary: During a battle you and Anakin are split up from the troops and you get injured! Anakin gets so worried that he calls for back-up?! The man is down bad...

Warnings: None - some violence and gore?

Word count: 1,550

“Everyone fall back! We need to create a defensive line around the citadel's entrance. Everyone except you. You stay with me.” You rolled your eyes but separated yourself from the clones and other Jedi. Anakin had a proclivity towards favouritism, and no patience for subtlety. And ever since… well… He liked to keep you close. 

Anakin pulled you aside into a more secluded corridor. The sounds of blaster fire and the shouts of soldiers faded into the background, and you were left in the relative calm of the citadel's inner halls.

"Anakin, what's going on?" you asked, your tone laced with curiosity. You were accustomed to his sporadic nature and… unpredictability (recklessness), but this felt different.

He turned to you with a focused expression. "There's something about this situation that doesn't add up. The Separatists' attack was too well-timed, too precise. I have a feeling there's more to it than meets the eye.”

You nodded, understanding his concern. The Force had a way of speaking to Anakin, and he had learned to heed its warnings. "What do you want to do?”

Anakin's gaze bore into yours, his blue eyes reflecting determination. "We need to investigate. We'll find out who's behind this, and why they targeted this citadel. It could be more than just a strategic location.”

Without hesitation, you followed him deeper into the citadel, moving with a stealth that only Jedi could master. Your lightsabers were at the ready, their hum resonating through the corridors as you navigated the labyrinthine structure. At some point his free hand had gripped yours, he kept you behind him, used this point of contact to communicate with you, squeezing when he heard something, felt something. Brushing it when it was safe. There was a familiar intimacy and easy feeling between you two despite the dire circumstances. It was nice when he touched you, usually it was reserved for behind closed doors. Though the two of you were alone, it made you blush that he would dare. But after a moment it felt normal, so natural as it always was when he held you. 

"We're getting closer," Anakin whispered, his eyes locked onto the chamber's entrance. You could feel the tension in the air, a growing sense of urgency. 

A dark chamber loomed before you, a silent enigma waiting to be unveiled. Anakin and you moved as one, a seamless blend of your senses and skills, lightsabers ready to respond to any threat that might emerge.

There was something lurking beneath the surface, something that had prompted Anakin to want to travel in here alone. One of his bad feelings no doubt. He squeezed your hand suddenly. Anakin's blue eyes were fixed on the entrance. As he sensed the approach of an unknown figure, he gestured for you to stay hidden in the shadows and released you, his lightsaber concealed but at the ready, you prepared yourself similarly. 

The lights in the hall flickered to a blinding brightness, and the doors either side of the room sprung open. This was not an attack on you but seemed to be some sort of emergency system operating remotely. Anakin looked back at you confused, but got his answer when a large group of stately looking figures came rushing into the chamber. It was the trade federation! They must have thought they were safe in this citadel, must have been meeting or hiding here. You grinned slightly that your forces had shaken them, and shuffled further backwards to avoid their notice. 

As the figures rushed into the chamber, their panic and confusion were palpable. Anakin and you remained concealed in the shadows, watching as the unfolding events provided an unexpected opportunity for you to gather valuable information.

The representatives were shouting orders to one another, their holographic devices and data pads filled with what was likely sensitive information. They seemed unaware of your presence, the shadows providing effective cover. But they were also flanked with droids, it was a matter o time before you would be revealed. 

Anakin was well-versed in their trade language and could understand their chatter, which might contain crucial information about their motives for the attack and their connections to the Sith Lord. He seemed to be thinking hard. As you both listened, you couldn't help but wonder why the Trade Federation had infiltrated the citadel in the first place. This was not a rich planet, nor was it important politically.

But you didn’t get a chance to finish that thought before they spotted you. It began shouts and droid fire, which you and your partner could easily dodge and deflect with your lightsaber blades. But heavier artillery was moving in behind the group, and you and Anakin were against a wall. Or so you thought, Anakin had been clever enough to notice the door panel which freed you into an attached hallway. He grabbed your hand once again, pulling your hand and the door closed behind you. He slashed at the control switch to disable the lock before turning back to you.

Somewhere in the fire, probably during your retreat you hadn’t covered your back, and now in the stillness of this temporary safety you were feeling the consequences, it seemed you had turned away at the wrong moment. You had allowed a blaster to get through to you.

Your hands go to your lower stomach, where a mark had forced itself through, they come back covered in blood. Anakin blanched and rushed to your side. 

“Ok Y/N, take my arm… or just fall on me that’s fine.” Anakin swayed only slightly as the full weight of your body slumped onto his side. He sighed and prayed to the force he could get you to safety and complete this mission for the order. Though if he were honest he would easily forsake the mission if it meant your life. That would not be ideal however. He propped you up against his shoulder, barely conscious, and did a quick evaluation of the situation. He would not leave you here to pursue the federation leaders, but he could not let them escape. 

Your wound would probably not be fatal, by his reckoning it had not truly damaged your organs, and he had seen you survive much worse. But he would not take his chances. He did something then that he was loathe to do. He called for help.

For once in his life, he actually picked up his holo-communicator and pressed the red button, saved only for the worst of emergencies. He communicated the gathering of those figures, he sent off your coordinates, he felt through the force to find Obi Wan, or any of the other generals on the planet. He sent them the full force of his panic. 

Because you were looking very pale, and the pounding on the door was only growing louder. “Hey are you with me?” He said, your head had been bent forward, eyes closed in pain. He lifted your cheek with his spare hand and felt a huge rush of relief when he met your gaze.

“I’m here. Anakin, we have to move.” 

“Can you do that for me?”

You tried to straighten up but only increased your hold on him, his muscled flexed around your waist and held you firmly. “I think so.”

It was only a matter of time before the Trade Federation broke through. You could hear the sounds of blaster fire and droids clanking in the background, the chaos of battle raging on. Together, you and Anakin moved down the hallway, his eyes scanned down each turn and empty room on your way out, he was watching, listening, waiting for something. His mind was racing as he considered his options. He could sense that Obi Wan and the others were getting closer, but he didn't know if they would arrive in time to save you.

When sounds of heightened fighting reached your ears you looked over and him and saw his face a vision of relief. Did he… Call for back-up? 

With the knowledge that the battle would be won for the Republic forces, Anakin hooked his lightsaber back onto his belt, stopped walking for a moment and scooped you up. Flinching when he heard your barely concealed moan of pain. Your robes had become sickly with blood, he prayed that he could get you out of the building, find a medic, get off this forsaken planet. 

Anakin sprinted towards a nearby transport, his feet pounding the pavement as he moved with incredible speed. He ran with you in his arms, his heart pounding in his chest. 

Later, as the ship took off, with Anakin panting but holding fast to your hand, you on a stretcher with a million droids bustling around with syringes and blood bags, the levity of his actions hit home. 

A man so adverse to any kind of help, aid, direction, had dropped all of his pride for the sake of your life. He had abandoned his mission, his role, his duty, to get you to safety. While the loyalty of the Jedi order was strong, you weren’t sure you would get such treatment from any of your other colleagues. 

And as Anakin saw you there, pale as death but alive… Alive because of him. He knew he would do it again. 

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Why is it he's always covered in blood?

Summary: On a job with Anakin he arrives covered in blood. So you remove his cloak. Tensions rise and a diplomatic mission turns awry, the two of you need to go undercover, so he removes his shirt...

Warnings: A bit suggestive... kissing 🔥

Word count: 1,780

“You’re dripping blood all over the carpet” You say plainly, Anakin looks down at the bottom of his robes, soaked in red and seeping out into the carpet of the palace.

“Ugh, this is not a good look.” He rolls his eyes, then catches your curious gaze.

Perhaps you should have been slightly more worried, considering the volume and spread of the blood, but strangely this was not the first time that Anakin had returned from an outing in this state. 

“Don’t worry, its not mine.” He reassures you, looking behind him at the very suspicious and prominent trail that he had left as he walked into the chamber. He flinches slightly, this would not make the best impression with the Queen of this planet. 

You chuckle at him, taking his obliviousness in your stride. “I’ll need details later - as will the council.” You were technically supposed to be supervising him on this mission, a Master and friend of Obi Wan, you ought to have been a little more distressed by his statement. But he was clearly fine, and you trusted his judgement, unlike many others. 

Swiftly and efficiently you approach him slightly closer and move your hands up to unclasp the top of his cloak. His breathe hitches noticeably as you find the ties, your fingers brushing against his neck. But they soon disappear as you strip him of his cloak, carefully folding it down to cover and catch the blood soaked rims. 

Now holding this bundle, you looked around the empty chamber then shoved it inside a vase in the corner. Anakin burst out laughing but you flash him a stern look. This was the only way for the two of you to look at least presentable, it was the only way you would be able to be taken seriously, it was no joke. 

You hid your own laugh by summoning the force, masking your amusement for the sake of your dignity. Anakin straightened, “Thank you, Master L/N. A most creative solution.”

“We will be back for it later, and you will be the one to clean your robes properly. Now come along.” He follows you down the hall barely concealing a smirk. 

“You’re truly not hurt?” You confirm with him to make sure he doesn’t faint from blood loss in the middle of discussions - again. 

“A couple of scrapes, you know me. Nothing bad though, promise.”

“Honestly, Anakin, you’re almost worse than your Master.”

“Almost? I must try harder.”

“I beg that you don’t.”

As you enter the room, you're greeted by the Queen and several other high-ranking officials. You bow respectfully, and Anakin follows suit. You couldn't help but notice the glances they gave each other, probably due to Anakin’s dishevelment. But you had taken care of it the best you could. You continued as if everything was normal, everything was proper. The negotiations went well, the trade details settled, the treaty sent off. It was a success by all accounts.

The meeting concluded with a sense of understanding and a commitment to future negotiations. The Queen expressed her gratitude for your efforts and assured you of her willingness to cooperate. Anakin had managed to salvage the mission and build a bridge for future diplomatic relations, despite the initial chaos. You observed him closely, noting the way he seamlessly switched between formal language and more colloquial expressions. He had a gift for connecting with people, which was a trait that had always fascinated you.

On your way out you were once again unguarded, unsupervised by any palace staff. So the two of you went searching for Anakin’s cloak. Unfortunately the building was somewhat a maze, and you got lost quite easily. Though neither of you were worried, you were strolling through a perfectly beautiful building, on a perfectly lovely day - yes, stopping to look inside every vase you could find was slightly bothersome, but generally there was a light and satisfied feeling in the air. 

It was all too good to be true… 

As you turn a corner, you hear a faint whisper of voices echoing down the hall. Anakin becomes more alert, and tightens his grip on his lightsaber, and you reach out with the Force to sense any danger ahead. The voices grow louder, and you can hear the sound of footsteps approaching. You draw your own lightsaber, prepared for whatever may come, and praying its just paranoia. 

As the figures come into view, you see that they are a group of droids, marching down the hall with purpose. You relax slightly, but Anakin remains on edge. The droids are quickly passing you, ignoring your presence? But then suddenly, one of them turns towards you and raises its blaster.

Instinctively, you deflect the blast with your lightsaber, and Anakin ignites his own, charging towards the group of droids. You join in the attack, slicing through the metal bodies with ease. It is a quick but intense fight, and before you know it, the droids lay in pieces at your feet.

Anakin turns to you with raised eyebrows. “I knew this wasn’t going to be easy.” 

“Do you think the queen is involved?”

“Almost certainly. I thought it was raiders which caught me outside by our ship and which I… dispatched of. But it could just have easily been a guard, or some of her people”

You nod, glad for some context for his earlier state. “We need to investigate.”

“Agreed.”

“There were some guards uniforms in that chamber down the stairs?”

“Good plan.”

The two of you extinguished your lightsabers but remained alert as you tidied up the droid parts - again disposing of them in a vase, which you did not find nearly as funny as Anakin did. You headed towards what you assumed was the storeroom or break room for palace staff. 

When you arrived it was obvious that the two of you would change and continue your mission undercover. So, it was on autopilot and by protocol that Anakin stripped off his shirt to do so. Even then it made your breathe hitch with surprise. 

You quickly averted your gaze and focused on finding a suitably sized disguise for yourself. Anakin seemed to not notice your reaction and started looking through the cabinets for uniforms. You joined him but your mind was still preoccupied with the image of his chiseled chest and defined abs. You had known Anakin for years, but you had never seen him shirtless before. His muscles rippled under his skin, and you couldn't help but admire his form. But you shook your head, reminding yourself of the seriousness of the situation. You needed to focus.

"Here they are," Anakin exclaimed as he pulled out two sets of guard uniforms. You forced yourself to focus and grabbed the offered one out of his hands.

You tried to distract yourself from his naked torso, tried not to notice the way his eyes lingered as you removed your own robes, but eventually it became too much. It was a simultaneous movement, as you both looked up at each other and locked eyes. The tension in the room was palpable, and you could feel the chemistry between the two of you growing stronger by the second.

Anakin took a step closer to you, his hand reaching out to brush against your cheek. You leaned into his touch, your heart racing as he leaned in to press his lips against yours. It was a soft, gentle kiss at first, but quickly turned more passionate as the two of you melted into each other.

Your hand went up his neck to grip at his growing hair, giving it a slight tug as he slips his arm around your waist. He moans into your mouth, pressing your chests together. You kiss for what feels like forever, the investigation, the mission, forgotten completely as he consumed you. 

As Anakin breaks the kiss, you both gasp for air, your bodies still pressed together. Your mind is reeling, unsure of what just happened. You had always felt a connection to Anakin, but you never acted on it. But now, in the heat of the moment, it felt like the most natural thing in the world.

Anakin's eyes are dark with desire as he looks down at you, his hand still resting on your waist. "I've wanted this for so long," he whispers, his voice husky with emotion.

You nod, unable to form words as you stare up at him. You had always been attracted to him, but you never thought he felt the same way. But now, with his lips on yours and his body pressed against yours, it was impossible to deny the energy between the two of you.

He kisses you again, this time harder, more insistent, more desperate. You respond in kind. His hands trail down your back, gripping at your thighs before picking you up completely. He pushed the two of you into the shelf and to your horror a resounding crash of falling armour echos through the room, and probably through half of the palace. 

His eyes and scrunched in frustration. You take a moment to lean back against the wall and breathe. Then he lowers you and the two of you are soldiers again. You barely have time to grab your lightsaber from one of the benches before guards are spilling in. He pushes you to the side to dodge a blaster shot before taking down the one at front. And it doesn’t really take long for the two of you to fight off this wave of enemies. 

By the end of it you are both panting again, he was still topless, you still in your singlet. It would have been most difficult to explain if anyone else were to walk in, or where to have survived the fight. But it was just the two of you. 

He was once again covered in blood and this time you were certain you looked no better. 

He reached forward to brush a hand through your hair, and you leaned into his touch as he leaned in to kiss you again. "We should go," you whispered.

"One more," he says. He kisses you again, harder than before, you moan in response to his effort. In the heat of the moment you hold each other tight and it is almost like a scene out of a holo. But it is the line of thinking that causes you to push him away. For the sake of your mission, your position, you couldn't let anything happen.

The two of you put on your disguises, cleaning the blood off what was visible on your faces, and went to interrogate the queen. 

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I had a vision...

This scene but it's Obi Wan to Anakin after a long day...

[thedarlingdearestdead]

I love all your Anakin x reader stories they are amazing, I enjoy them very much :)

Ahhh you have no idea how nice that is to hear! I have been majorly hyper-fixated on him and star wars more generally lately but it's also exam season so I've had to take a step back. I do love writing though, glad you enjoy them! xox

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Picking you up:

Summary: Stranded after your ship was destroyed, Anakin comes to pick you up.

Warnings: None, just some fluff!

Word count: 1,130

It was freezing cold out on the ground, Anakin had visited the planet before and knew that you could not be having a fun experience.

When the council had gotten the call he had been the first to respond, insisted that he would be the fastest to go and pick you up. The diplomatic mission had been such a stupid assignment, a border dispute in the middle of a war! It was ridiculous to him that you should have been sent alone in this climate, with just a droid to keep you company, keep you safe… And not even R2! 

He was muttering angrily to himself as he pushed his starship through hyperspace to try and get to you, only thinking of saving you from the vulnerability of no shelter, no equipment. Your own ship had apparently been destroyed by the local uprisings, with the new government only now stable, thanks to you, they were unable to provide you with transport back home. No gratitude for your hard work, Anakin shook his head in anger. 

You however, did not feel angry. Only proud, and yes- a little cold. None of that really mattered. You were huddled up in your huge cloak on the abandoned airstrip, meditating. The world was calm and the force seemed content with your work, and anyway, you knew the cold wouldn’t last long. You could feel Anakin on his way, his presence growing stronger with each passing moment. 

It was a few hours later that you were stirred by the roaring and the vibrations of his ship as it touched down on the frozen ground in front of you. You hadn’t felt the time pass, you had been deep in thought, deep in the force. You barely noticed the cold, until you opened your eyes and broke your revelry, until you felt Anakin’s hand on your shoulder. 

"Are you OK?" he asked, scanning you up and down. He pulled your cloak closer around you even as you both stood. 

"I'm fine, Anakin," you replied, trying to soothe his worried expression. Thinking only of your happiness and relief with seeing him. 

He nodded, his eyes scanning the area for any potential threats. "We should get out of here before anything happens. It's freezing, let's get you home," he said, ushering you towards the ship. He stayed diligent and professional, on guard for any attack. It wasn’t until the ship was back up in the air that he turned to you properly. 

Anakin blasted the heat on full and handed you a warm blanket, his eyes fixed on you as you wrapped it around yourself. 

"Thank you," you said, feeling the warmth beginning to seep into your bones.

"You shouldn't have been out here alone," he muttered. 

 "I had the force with me," you replied, placing a comforting hand on his arm. “Besides, I knew you would come for me," you reassured him, feeling the tension in his body slowly dissipate.

Anakin let out a heavy sigh, his eyes still fixed on you. "I always will," he said softly, his hand reaching out to brush a strand of hair away from your face.

The touch of his fingers on your skin sent shivers down your spine, and this time not from the cold. You bent into his hand and a small smile graced his lips. 

As you leant into Anakin, you felt strength and protection radiating from him. The air between you grew thick with tension as you gazed into each other's eyes. Anakin's hand continued to cup your cheek, his thumb tracing circles on your skin. You leaned in, your lips meeting his in a gentle kiss.

In that moment, everything felt right. The force seemed to hum around the two of you, as if it were rejoicing in your reunion. Anakin's hands were everywhere, pulling you closer to him, his kiss growing more passionate by the second. You returned the kiss, feeling the heat between you grow.

Finally, you pulled away, gasping for breath. Anakin rested his forehead against yours, his eyes closed. "I can't lose you," he whispered.

"You won't," you whispered back, your hand resting on his chest. "I'm always with you."

He gazes into your eyes a moment longer before straightening up. “Your face is still very cold. I’m going to grab you some blankets.” He kisses you again on the forehead and heads into the main cabin of the ship. You sighed and closed your eyes, settling into your seat with a deep contentment. It was nothing like the meditating quiet you had with the force but being with Anakin often felt more religious somehow, he summoned more reverence, more feeling. 

He came back and draped you with blankets, smiling as he watched your face relax, your body wind down. His hand sat on your thigh as he let you debrief him about the mission, he loved watching the animation in your eyes, the earnestness of your voice as you tried to convince him that it was fine you had been sent on the mission alone! It was fine your ship had exploded! It was unavoidable and everything worked out! 

He tried to believe it, for your sake and his own. But the thought of you stranded, vulnerable, alone - it scared him. Your rightful place was at his side.

You could see the worry in his eyes, despite his efforts to reassure you. Anakin, the Jedi Knight, the Chosen One, was not accustomed to feeling helpless. He had saved countless lives on the battlefield, but the thought of you alone in a hostile environment had shaken him.

Eventually you stopped talking, you reached out and took his hand, squeezing it gently. “Anakin, I feel your concern. But I’m alright, the Force is always with me, with us- it guided you here to me today."

He smiled, his eyes softening. "I should trust more, shouldn't I?"

"Absolutely," you replied with a reassuring nod. "Trust in us. We make a formidable team, Anakin. You found me.”

His thumb brushed across the back of your hand, his touch sending tingles up your arm. "You're right, as always," he said, leaning in to place a sweet kiss on your lips.

The ship continued its journey back to the Jedi Temple, the stars streaking by in hyperspace. Anakin had eased up on the urgency, knowing that you were safe now. The two of you settled into a comfortable silence, hands intertwined, and the soothing hum of the ship's engines lulling you into a sense of security.

As the minutes turned into hours, you found yourself drifting off to sleep, wrapped in the warmth of the blankets and Anakin's love. He watched over you with a gentle smile, his heart filled with gratitude for your presence in his life.

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Fixing each other up:

Summary: Bandaging each other up after various missions, talking about your days.

Warnings: Quite fluffy <3

Word count: Short one! 950 words

“It’s not all my fault!” You say laughing as he lifts up your top and winces at your bruises. Both you and Anakin had finally snuck away from your various post-mission debriefs. Only now, in these moments of privacy were the two of you ever yourselves. Only now could you reveal your injuries to each other, and patch each other up.

You only did it for the minor stuff, well… the non-life-threatening stuff. Both of you had a habit of getting quite beat up when you were out and about in battle and rarely did you have the patience or the desire to visit the medical wing. So it had become a ritual. Once everything official had been taken care of, you would come back to one of your quarters and give each other the care and attention you needed. It wasn't just the physical closeness of patching each other up after missions, but the emotional closeness that came with it which made it so essential for the two of you to remain close and connected.

Tonight you thought perhaps you ought to have seen the doctors, judging by the look on Anakin’s face as he bared your bruised abdomen. It was pained and shocked. Though, by the way he had been limping on the trip over you assumed he had been a bit too reckless as well.

“Whose fault was it?” His voice was a low growl, not angry at you, but whoever had hurt you.

“Some nameless droid Ani, don’t worry.” He shakes his head and looks in your kit for some cream and bandages to pack over your bruises. 

Anakin's fingers traced lightly over your bruised abdomen, a gesture filled with love and concern. "I hate seeing you hurt, Y/N."

"I hate seeing you hurt too, Ani," you replied, mirroring his sentiment. "But it's all part of the job."

He nodded, but there was a shadow in his eyes, a constant reminder of the internal struggle he faced as a Jedi. The fear of losing loved ones, and the pressures of the Jedi Code weighed heavily on his shoulders. It was moments like these that allowed him to find respite from his inner turmoil.

“What did they do? Throw you into a wall?”

“… Essentially.” 

He groaned and that made you laugh, though that latest barely a second before you were flinching from the pain. “Easy, it’s ok.” He moved his hand from your stomach to steady your shoulder. He pressed a kiss to your cheek as you calmed down. “I’ll grab you some painkillers.” 

As Anakin headed to the cabinet to retrieve the medication, you examined his own injuries. His face was bruised and his gait was wonky. Concern flooded your mind as you watched him. You wanted to tend to his wounds, but he was always so stubborn about receiving help. And he wouldn’t dream of you even mentioning his wounds while yours were yet unseen to. 

As he returned with the painkillers, you caught his eye and gestured towards his leg. "Let me take a look at those, Ani," you said softly. He hesitated for a moment, handing you your pills and a glass of water, making sure you swallowed them. 

“Alright” He said. You gently guided him to sit beside you on the bed and started tending to his wounds. 

"It's not as bad as it looks," Anakin assured you, but you knew better than to believe him. He always played down his injuries.

You found the necessary supplies and began to clean the wound. Anakin winced at the sting but stayed still, allowing you to work. As you bandaged his arm, he reached out and cupped your cheek, pulling you in for a gentle kiss.

You had been through so much together, and the bond between you had only grown stronger over time. As the two of you continued to tend to each other's injuries, you shared stories of the mission. Anakin told you about the droid battalion they had encountered, and you recounted your daring escape from a collapsing building. Your laughter and shared experiences made the pain more bearable.

“It was ridiculous, honestly. Obi Wan always bullies R2 but this was a simple elevator mishap, he was far too smug.”

You giggle, “Did he make another loose wire joke?”

“No but you could read it in his eyes.”

“Speaking of readings. Master Windu assigned me about a dozen files to read for our mission. Of course I read them all-“

“Of course.” He said amused.

“But none of it mattered because we were reassigned this morning.”

He sighs. “Let me guess, Windu called it a ‘valuable learning opportunity’”

“Well, there’s no such thing as useless information!”

“Ah yes, the ‘atmospheric density of Hoth’ will really come in handy one of these days.”

“It might!”

Anakin leaned into your touch, his lips forming a soft smile. "I don't know what I'd do without you, Y/N.”

You gazed at his beautiful face in the dim lights, his blue eyes shone. “You’d be much better acquainted with Master Che.”

“I don’t want to be better acquainted with Che.” His hand squeezes yours. 

The two of you finished tending to his injuries, and you helped him back on his feet. The painkillers you had given him were starting to take effect, and he walked with less of a limp.

"Come on, Ani, let's get some rest," you suggested, guiding him toward the bed. "We've earned it."

He followed you willingly, lying down beside you. As you settled in, he wrapped his arm around you, holding you close. The weight of the galaxy's conflicts was momentarily forgotten, replaced by the comforting presence of each other.

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I'm sorry, but imagine shaving young Obi Wan...

Film: The Pillow Book (1996) Dir. Peter Greenaway

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Piloting:

Summary: You are an innocent padawan just trying to get some flying experience. Anakin gets quite close and personal... P2 here!

Warnings: None, kissing.

Word count: 1,470

The control room was buzzing with energy, the action hadn’t begun yet, in fact you had barely entered deep space. That didn’t stop the round chamber being filled with voices, nervous and excited all at once. It was a diplomatic mission but with some high profile guests. And one very high profile, up and coming Jedi. Anakin Skywalker was in charge of escorting the ships path to Alderaan. It was a new starship, one of the first of its kind in the entire galaxy. It was kind of a big deal. You supposed that was why it got such an infamous man as its a protector.

Your own master had remained of Courasant, giving you this mission was a part of your pilots training. You were one of many people charged with flying the large ship, all sitting before a large globe-like window at the front of the vessel. It was beautiful. 

Not that you were getting much of a look outside. Indeed, the information which was being processed on your holo in front of you was almost too much for you, flying down the page at a million miles per second, you could barely look up. Trying to type, do calculations and stay updated on the latest feed all at once, you barely recognised the change in atmosphere. 

But then, a sudden silence fell over the room. You finally looked up from your holo to see what had caused it, and that's when you saw him. Just at your flank, an intimidating figure in black, messy curly hair, bright blue eyes. He had an eager grin on his face as he looked around the large cockpit. 

Anakin walked down the stairs in the centre to talk to the captain, his voice was quiet but animated, though his posture was reserved- most likely aware that he was being watched by the rest of the room. 

Your eyes flicker down to your work as he continues his conversation, trying not to get distracted from your task. It was already bad enough being on battlefields with him, surrounded by smoke and chaos. Here in a relatively quiet, well lit, stunning new room in the middle of outer space, you could feel his presence becoming an issue. 

He claps the captain on the back congenially and walks back up the rows of seated crew, surveying various screen and rapturously taking in the information. Anakin loved flying, stories of his landings were popular gossip among the other cadets that you often trained with.

You were sucked back into your work, tapping almost habitually now on your keyboard and zoning out, focused completely on the numbers in front of you. That’s when you feel a shadow on your left. General Skywalker had made his way to your section of the long desk and was scanning your holo even as you worked. He leaned in closer. Then closer still. You jolted as one of his hands went to the back of your chair, the metal one, and the other lay on your desk. He was practically crouching over the surface, overcrowding your space entirely. 

You couldn’t breathe. And you couldn't deny the thrill that ran down your spine at his proximity.

"Is everything running smoothly, L/N“ His voice was low, curious and amused, he could clearly sense the effect he was having on you. 

You swallowed hard, trying desperately to focus on the task at hand. "Yes, sir," you managed to reply, hoping your voice didn't betray the flutter in your stomach.

Anakin chuckled, the sound deep and rich. "Relax, pilot. We're not in the middle of a battle. There's no need to be so tense."

You forced yourself to take a deep breath, trying to calm your racing heart. But it was difficult with Anakin so close, his scent enveloping you - a mixture of metal and leather and something distinctly, dangerously, male.

You tried to ignore the proximity, but the warmth of his body radiating behind you was making it difficult to concentrate. Anakin's breath tickled the shell of your ear as he leaned even closer to look at your screen. His metal hand grazed your shoulder as he pointed at something on the display, sending shivers down your spine.

"Is that the trajectory for the hyperdrive jump?" he asked, his voice confident and clear in the echoing hangar.

You nodded, trying to keep your focus on the screen. It was hard to keep your composure with Anakin so close. You could smell the spicy cologne he wore, and it was intoxicating.

"Good work," Anakin praised, nodding at you and looking you in your stunned eyes.

But it passed so suddenly and he was looking out on the entire crew now, “Good work all of you. Looks like it’ll be smooth sailing from here.”

The tension in your body dissipated as Anakin walked away, but you couldn't shake the feeling of his warm breath on your neck. You tried to push the sensation out of your mind and focus on your work, but it was no use. The rest of the journey felt endless, your mind constantly wandering to the magnetic presence of Anakin Skywalker.

When the ship finally arrived at Alderaan, you couldn't help but feel relieved that the journey was over. You quickly gathered your things and made your way out of the cockpit, eager to finally get some fresh air, recuperate your composure and energy for the flight back in a couple of days. You were staying on planet for the weekend before being due back at the Temple. But as you stepped out of the ship, you were met with a surprising sight.

Anakin was waiting there, leaning against the side of the ship, his arms crossed over his chest. He looked up as you approached, his eyes immediately locking onto yours. You felt your cheeks flush as you tried to keep calm. Your grip tightened on your bag and you nodded at him in greeting, silently praying that he would let you leave. 

But Anakin didn't falter, instead he pushed himself off the ship and walked towards you, his eyes never leaving yours. You couldn't help but feel a little intimidated by him as he approached, his imposing figure towering over you. He stopped just inches away from you, his eyes scanning your face as if searching for something.

"You did well on the flight," he said, his voice low and husky. "I was impressed. Your master speaks very highly of you"

Your heart skipped a beat at his compliment, but you tried to remain passive. "Thank you, sir," you replied, keeping your voice steady. 

“It’s an amazing opportunity working on big ships like this one, and for her maiden voyage…” His voice is fond as he looks back at the ship behind you two. “Though I couldn’t help feel you were slightly distracted at one point.”

“Sir?”

He comes in closer to you, bending down, mouth right next to your ear. ”Did my presence make you nervous?"

You swallowed hard, feeling a blush creeping up your neck. “You have a way of... commanding attention.”

Anakin straightened up slightly, his eyes locking onto yours. "I can't help it," he admitted, a playful glint in his eyes. 

“You didn’t have to get so close.”

“I really was checking the engine stats”

“And after?”

“Well… Then I suppose I was checking on you.”

You swallowed hard, feeling a rush of heat flood through your body.

Anakin's expression grew more serious as he leaned in once again, his warm breath ghosting over your cheek. "I can't deny that I'm drawn to you, L/N. There's something about you that I can't resist," he murmured, his voice low and gravelly.

Your heart was pounding in your chest as a million thoughts raced through your mind. You couldn't believe that the legendary Anakin Skywalker was showing interest in you, a padawan. 

Before you could even process what was happening, Anakin's lips were on yours, kissing you hard and possessively. You moaned into the kiss, your body responding instinctively to his touch. His metal hand slid down your back, pulling you closer to him as he continued to kiss you with a hunger that took your breath away.

For a moment, you forgot where you were, lost in the sensation of his lips on yours. But then you pulled back, gasping for air.

"I couldn't help myself," he whispered, his lips brushing against your earlobe. 

You pulled back further, your hands still clutching your bag. "We can't, not here. Not now," you blurted.

”I know," he replied softly, taking a step back. “We have all weekend though.” He picks up your bag which you had dropped in the moment of passion and carries it towards the doors in an obvious sign for you to follow. Gobsmacked, you do. 

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Serious:

Summary: Inspired by that line in Ahsoka - "Would you like me to be more serious?"

Warnings: Kissing? Angst? Fighting.

Word count: 1,125

The battle had been long, even now, hours after it ended and the Republic had come out victorious, you could feel the weariness in your bones. Maybe it was because you were still so surrounded by the consequences of the war. Bodies were being transported across the hall, people treated for their injuries, generals shouting over the din trying to issue orders of evacuation. 

You just sat there and watched. Sitting on the ramp which led up to your ship that had not been cleared for safe flight. Waiting for a better mechanic than yourself to come fix it. Waiting for someone to help. You would have loved to just leave. Go back to the Jedi temple, back to the gardens, the library, The idea of sleeping and meditating, once so boring to you, seemed like a rescue after such trying days as these. 

One of those loud Generals in particular caught your attention. Maybe it was because of his excessive volume or lightness of voice. Either way your eyes met the back of his head in a glare. Anakin Skywalker. He was engrossed in a heated discussion with Captain Rex, the leader of the 501st Legion.

You knew that Anakin had been through a lot during this battle. His skills as a pilot and a warrior were unmatched, but he had a tendency to take risks that left him and those around him in dangerous situations. It was one of the qualities that made him a formidable warrior but also a source of concern for the Jedi Council. His behaviour didn’t make him any less of a liability. 

He was laughing. Men were being dragged across the room by their feet for lack of stretchers and he was laughing. 

As you watched, Anakin suddenly turned, his eyes locking onto yours like he felt your glare. There was a flicker of recognition in his blue eyes, and he made his way towards you, his footsteps echoing in the cavernous hangar.

“Master L/N” 

"Anakin," you responded coolly, not bothering to hide your disapproval at his behaviour. 

"Something wrong?" he asked, his tone challenging, eyebrows raised.

You scoffed. “Evidently not, indeed it seems the war has not dimmed your spirit.”

“What are you talking about?”

“Levity is one thing, Anakin," you said sharply. "But this is not a time for jokes. Lives have been lost-“

“I know that.” He says sternly.

“Do you? It seems you couldn’t care less.”

“You want me to be more serious?”

“Yes”

"I care about the lives lost, L/N. You know that. But what good does it do to sit around feeling sorry for ourselves? We won this battle, and we need to start planning for the next one. Who are you helping? Sitting there, staring out into space- it’s miserable. It’s pathetic.”

“I’ll take that over callous.”

“Is that what you think of me?”

You sighed, feeling a sense of deep exhaustion wash over you. It was true that you were tired, physically and emotionally, but you refused to let your guard down around Anakin. His impulsiveness and lack of regard for consequences had caused trouble more times than you could count. You were grateful for his skills, but that didn't mean you had to approve of his attitude.

“I don’t know what I think of you.”

Your words hung in the air, the tension rising between the two of you. Anakin's expression was stony, his jaw set in a hard line. For a moment, it seemed like he might lash out at you, but then he sighed heavily and his shoulders slumped.

“Force, Y/N. Sometimes I just want to…”

You watched him for a moment, seeing something in his eyes that you couldn't quite place.

"Want to what, Anakin?" You prompted. He’s silent for a beat too long, studying you unnervingly. "You're not injured, are you?” You ask.

“No. Apologies Master L/N. For everything- my behaviour.” 

You regarded Anakin with a mixture of surprise and concern. It wasn't often that you heard him apologise, especially not for something as ingrained in his character as his irreverent sense of humour and his tendency to shrug off any responsibilities.

“Please, allow me to take you to an alternative transport. Yours is… Smoking.”

He had a point and you didn’t really know how to refuse him, or respond in any other way than to follow him out of the hangar. The eyes of all remaining clones and junior Jedi following the two of you out. 

The noise and chaos began to fade away until you were quite alone. That’s when he paused. 

Anakin turned to face you, his expression unreadable. You couldn't help but feel a sense of unease creeping up your spine. It was rare to see him so serious, so contemplative. You had seen him in battle, watched as he faced down countless enemy soldiers with a fierce determination in his eyes, but this was different. This was something else entirely.

“You know, I can be very serious when I need to be.”

You raised an eyebrow at him, unable to decipher the meaning behind his words. Anakin had always been a puzzle to you, his emotions running deep and his thoughts often shrouded in mystery. You had learned to keep your distance, to stay professional and focused in his presence.

“I’m sure you can be, Anakin,” you said, keeping your tone neutral.

He took a step closer to you, his eyes searching your face.

"You don't believe me, do you?"

"I don't know what to believe," you admitted, feeling a sense of vulnerability that you rarely allowed yourself to feel. Anakin had a way of getting under your skin, of making you feel things that you didn't want to feel.

Anakin stepped closer to you, his face set in a serious expression. “Let me show you what I’m made of.”

Before you could respond, Anakin leaned in and pressed his lips to yours. You were taken aback by the suddenness of the kiss but found yourself unable to pull away. His lips were soft and warm against yours, and you felt a surge of desire rush through you.

As the kiss deepened, you felt yourself succumbing to the heat between you. His hands found their way to your waist, pulling you closer to him. The smell of smoke and burnt metal filled your nostrils, but you didn't care. All that mattered was the feel of Anakin's body pressed against yours, the taste of his lips on yours.

But just as quickly as the kiss had started, it ended. Anakin pulled away, his eyes searching yours for a reaction. You couldn't bring yourself to say anything, for once you had nothing to say to him. He smirked.