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skywlker-sluvtt · 5 months
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im back again
after my finals/exams are over ill post more. its just rlly stressful atm
ALSO THANK YOU ALL FOR 1000 FOLLOWERS IT MEANS SO MUCH. ILL POST MORE ABT THIS SOON
LOVE YOU ALL ❤️❤️❤️❤️❤️❤️❤️
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rafe walks in on needy reader riding his pillow :( she missed him :(((
GODDDDDDDD
no bc he’d walk in, immediately met with the back of you rutting away on his pillow, and walk out. he stands there for a moment outside the door, running a hand down his face and then chuckles, looking up to the sky as if to be like THANK U GOD LMFAOOO
and then he walks back in, the look in his eye bordering on crazy— wide eyed and pinning you when you scramble to get off the pillow and cover yourself. he raises a hand, lips turning downwards in a frown. “no point hiding now, is there? that my pillow?” he tilts his head, hand gesturing to the pillow.
you look down at your hands feeling hot all over. you couldn’t believe you’d let him catch you do this of all things, it was humiliating. you nod, not daring to look up at him. he tilts his head further, as if trying to prompt you to look at him. you do, and a malicious smile spreads over his face.
“and why, sweetheart, are you getting yourself off, on my pillow?” he edges towards the bed.
“i missed you.” youre quick to answer this time, voice high and defensive. he scoffs, shaking his head. you share a long look, before he lurches forward and grabs your ankle, flipping you to lay on your front. you squeal, and by nature fight, but his grip is way stronger than you are and he slides you towards the edge of the bed where he stands until his crotch is resting on your ass. he gives it a firm slap before rolling up the sleeves to his shirt.
“you know the rules. don’t start crying when you’re the one breakin’ em.” he didn’t have to look at you to know you were tearing up. he leans forward and grabs the pillow you were using, yanking it beneath you and shoving your face into it, specifically the wet patch you made. “yeah fuckin’ cry into that.” you squeal, but it’s muffled into the fabric as you hear him unbuckle his belt with the other hand, only making you groan and rub your ass against his crotch.
“yeah, you know what’s comin, huh.” he let’s go of your head to finish unbuckling his belt. you lift your head, catching your breath a little and whimper with a nod. “s’what you wanted though right?” you nod again. “speak when you’re spoken to.”
“yes rafe!”
“alright, wasn’t hard now was it?”
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skywlker-sluvtt · 5 months
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so real
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i love when he cries 😋
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skywlker-sluvtt · 5 months
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omg is it brian o’conner time??
he fucks the best after winning a race but sex when he loses is just- no words, because ofc he’d need a little pick me up soo.. (at least I think so)
omg also when he wins he’d def fuck you on the car
idk that’s just what i first thought of, idk if that’s already been established
or were you looking for something softer??
also hii
You know what I will take this because it's hot as FUCK AND IT'S BRIAN TIME FOR SURE, but I'm honest to god so soft today. I was legit just blabbing to Indy about him carrying you around when you're sleepy because you didn't want him to get out of bed to make the morning coffee.
But yes, he absolutely fucks you on the car, loves watching your tits squish and move against the hood while he fucks you from behind.
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i love when he cries 😋
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skywlker-sluvtt · 5 months
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LMAOOOOO
send him my way after 💯💯💯💯
i missed you pookie
👉👈
HIIIII HELLOOOOOOOOO HELLOOOOO HI HI, Brian says hi too I'm sucking his peen rn
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skywlker-sluvtt · 5 months
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*501st first shore leave* Fives: I don't think we can enter this bar Jesse: Why? Fives: Because it says 18+ only allowed and there's only three of us Echo: Dumb bitch, we'll just invite more people
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skywlker-sluvtt · 5 months
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State of Grace | Anakin Skywalker
Anakin finds comfort in you when he can't sleep.
rating: general audiences | pairing: anakin skywalker x f!reader | wc: 1.3k | read on ao3 warnings: comfort, first kiss
I'd like to start a challenge called "how many fics can I think of inspired by taylor swift songs?"
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When there’s a knock at your door in the middle of the night, you know exactly who is standing on the other side. It’s become so routine over the course of the war, that you wonder if there’s a way for him to just stay with you. But of course, it’s forbidden. His attachment to you is forbidden. And yet… two tired blue eyes meet yours when you open your door. 
“Anakin,” you greet gently. Your heart sinks every time you see him so disheveled. He only bothered to put on a robe, the same as you before coming over. It’s tied loosely around his waist, revealing the various injuries on his chest and abdomen. His hair looks like it hasn’t been washed in several days. Even his face looks thinner, cheeks hollowing in ever so slightly. 
“I’m sorry,” he replies hoarsely. 
“Come in, Ani,” you ignore his apology and open the door further. Your apartment is dark, thanks to the thick curtains in your lounge and bedroom. Coruscant is a planet that never sleeps. The hum of speeders passing by your window at all hours used to bother you. Now you can’t sleep without it. And Anakin can’t seem to sleep without you. 
He stands awkwardly in the foyer even though it’s the fourth time this week he’s come by. He really tries not to. He tries getting himself back to sleep, to think of anything else but the nightmares that wake him up in a cold sweat time and time again. The nights when he doesn’t visit you are the nights he hardly sleeps at all. It’s easier to just stay awake than to feel the pain of losing his mother again… losing the war… losing you. 
 “Can I make you some tea?” you offer. 
“Um,” Anakin clears his throat, “that would be nice. Thank you.” He follows you into the kitchen and sits down on the middle stool at the counter. (It’s subconsciously his favorite because it swivels the most out of the other two). 
You’re simply filling the kettle with water and he’s entranced by you. He’s drawn to you in such a way that makes it impossible to ignore. How do you have so much kindness for him? He’s always coming over uninvited, unannounced, always in the middle of your sleep cycle. You must be exhausted, too. You never let him see it, though. “You are so—” 
“Would you like to—” you and Anakin speak at the same time. “Oh,” you giggle. “You go ahead.” 
Anakin shakes his head. He better not say it. As much as he wants to, telling you you’re beautiful opens a can of worms he’s not sure he’s ready to release. “That’s okay. What were you going to say?” 
The stove finally ignites after a few clicks and you place your cerulean kettle on the flame. You turn back to Anakin with a soft smile. “I was just going to ask if you wanted to talk about it.” 
 “Just another nightmare,” Anakin shrugs. “Nothing you haven’t heard before.” 
You reach over the counter to encompass Anakin’s hands in yours. You pay no mind to his artificial hand, even though he didn’t cover it with his glove. “You can still tell me if you like.” 
“I- I don’t feel like talking. I’m sorry,” he sighs. “I’m terrible company.” 
“You’re not, Anakin,” you squeeze his hands. “You are going through an unprecedented time right now. It’s okay to be overwhelmed, exhausted, defeated, dejected… it’s okay.” 
Anakin pulls his hands away from you and stands frustratedly. “That’s just it, though. The whole galaxy is going through the same thing— the council, the senators, everyone. And they seem fine. Why does it have to affect me so much?” 
You round the counter to meet Anakin once more. Tentatively placing your hands on either side of his face, you direct his attention to you. “Because you actually let yourself feel. And you feel deeply. I can’t imagine your burden, Anakin. But what you’re feeling, the nightmares you have… it doesn’t make you any less strong. It doesn’t make you weak. It makes you human. And just because you don’t see the council or the senators visibly struggling, it doesn’t mean they aren’t. You never know what battles someone is dealing with behind closed doors.” 
“What are you battling?” Anakin wonders.
His question gives you pause. You shouldn’t say. But the weight of it in your belly every time you’re with him almost makes you feel sick. “My feelings for you,” you answer against your better judgment. “I don’t want to make you feel awkward, Anakin. But I’ve felt this way for a long time now.” 
“Your…” Anakin’s eyes are searching your features for any sign of dishonesty. But you wouldn’t do that to him and he hates himself for even thinking for a second that you would. “Your feelings for me?” 
“I know you can’t have attachments, Anakin. I don’t expect you to feel the same way, but I… but you asked and I just thought there was no better moment than now. I know that there is nothing we can -” 
“Can I kiss you?” Anakin interrupts you. He knows it’s wrong, he knows he shouldn’t, but Maker does he want to. 
“You- you want to kiss me?” you blink up at him. Did you hear him correctly? 
It’s Anakin’s turn to take your face in his hands. He drags his thumbs over the apples of your cheeks and swipes his tongue over his bottom lip as he stares at yours.  “I want to kiss you very badly. If you’ll let me.” 
You’re not sure your heart could possibly beat any faster than it is now. Have you always been standing so close together? When did his thighs start touching yours? When did his mouth begin hovering over yours, waiting patiently for your answer? “Yes,” you breathe. And just like that, Anakin’s lips are meshing with yours, fitting together like they were made for each other. He pulls you impossibly close to him, noses smushing against the other’s cheek, breathing becoming one as you taste each other for the first time. You couldn’t be more certain that you are kissing the lover you’ve been waiting for all your life. 
Anakin wonders how something that is so wrong for him as a Jedi could feel so right. He is convinced he was made to kiss you. He was made to take you in his arms and hold on tight. He could kiss you forever if it weren’t for the whistling tea kettle startling both of you. 
You break away breathlessly and with a little giggle as you turn off the burner. “Do you, um,” you can’t help but touch your lips. The feeling and taste of Anakin still lingering on you. “Do you still want tea?” 
Anakin smiles, which only makes him smile more because he thought the muscles required to smile didn’t exist anymore. “Only if you’re having some,” he says. Although, he really doesn’t want tea at all. He just wants to kiss you. That is what will really nourish him, what will make his tummy feel warm and comforted. 
“I think I’d just like to kiss you some more,” you answer. 
So that’s what you do instead of having tea. You kiss in the kitchen, in the doorframe of your bedroom, on your bed until you both eventually fall asleep with your legs twisted together and your head on his chest. And for the first time in months, Anakin sleeps peacefully. He’s not even sure he dreams at all. He only feels. And it’s safe. It’s calm. Because you are his state of grace.  The rest of the galaxy falls away when he’s with you. This is something he is willing to fight for. These moments with you. Because when you are alone in your apartment, he can be whoever he wants. He’s not General Skywalker or Ahsoka’s master or “the Chosen One”. 
He’s just your Anakin.
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bye i love him <3
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skywlker-sluvtt · 5 months
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CLAY BERESFORD has to sit down when he gets too exhilarated. When life moves too fast, his heart can’t take it. Breath quickens, eyes haze. He used to power through it, and that’d only make it worse. Now he’s learned the signs, knows to catch it early. The first time you’d kissed him, he wasn’t sure he’d ever be able to stand. A flock of butterflies inhabited his insides, frenzying in a flurry whenever he’d remember what it felt like to touch your lips on his. At that point, he’d believed his heart condition was common knowledge. His mother, his associates, his friends, all constantly brought it up. But you, you were genuinely caught off guard, catching him tenderly ‘round the arm when he’d shown signs of fatigue. Gentle as you could be, you softened the impact to his seat when his legs gave out.
“It, uh, it’s fine. I’ll be fine,” he had rambled, fishing out his meds from his pocket. His trembling hands struggled against the top, but you were there to loosen it for him. You had sat with him until he was ready. He’d never thought hovering around him could be so romantic, especially since he’s not one to care for smothering.
Now, it’s marginally manageable. That thrill he avoids occasionally hits him at the peak of love-making. You can read him, you can see the signals clearly written on him. In the ways he tips his head back, mouth agape to take in more oxygen, how his eyes glaze over, and his grip loosens. There’s less of his attention to go around. You can hear the strain in his grunts; there’s a stutter in his hips, he’s pushing himself too hard while he pushes himself inside you.
“Clay,” you warn, “slow down. It’s happening again.” Your claws brace against his rotator cuff, directing him to back up which he ignores. His body continues to roll, his tip brushing that spongy spot inside you. Regardless if it feels good, if the sheen of sweat on your skin is a result of ardently chasing your lusts, you can’t let him do this to himself again.
“No, no,” he objects, “I can do it this time. I can do it.”
You squeeze your eyes shut, crying out over how he hardens his pace instead of receding it. It weakens your muscle in fighting him off. If you can just sever the connection, he’ll remember, he’ll calm down and take a breather. “Clay!”
But you can’t fend him off.
His forehead drops to your shoulder, alerting you to open your eyes. You don’t bother noticing anything else. “Clay? Clay? Are you alright? Talk to me,” Newfound strength floods you, rolling him over to straddle him, his arm thrown haphazardly above his head. His heavy lidded gaze flutters as you pat at his face. “Baby? Speak to me, can you hear me?”
He hums. A low, gravely drawl as his hands venture to your hips. “Baby,” he drags out each of these word, “Fuck… baby, so good.” The air in his chest rapidly falls, panting. You know this isn’t right, yet he makes decisions for you, digging his fingers into the plush of your flesh as he moves you back and forth. His cock fully seated inside you while it brushes your insides.
“Wait, but you’re—“ you protest, but it’s unconvincing. There’s few things you enjoy more than sitting on every inch of his length, the new angle granting you electric shocks up your spine with each rock.
“Feeling so good, my love. Better than I ever have. Better than I ever will.” his sweet words mean the world to you, his soft smile adorning his handsome features as he peeks slyly at you through the narrow sliver of his lids. “Don’t make me stop. Please? I don’t wanna stop.” How can you refuse him?
You figure it’s less pressure on him to be underneath you; you feel more secure in riding him like this. So you move his hands up, allowing them to handle your torso while you do the work. He sits back, and looks pretty for you, while you use him up.
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skywlker-sluvtt · 5 months
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realize that I never drawn Hunter Bad Batch shower scene, so I'll do it now
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skywlker-sluvtt · 5 months
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Tw: pain kink
Anakin who makes you fuck yourself until you're sore and raw because he wants to watch. Then and ONLY then, is when he decides to slide in and fuck you with his cock. You're wet, god you're so fucking wet, a mix of arousal and your own cum, but you can feel how raw you are, every thrust makes you whimper and wince.
"Fucked yourself good, didn't you? I can feel it you're so fucking wet, are you bleeding? If I reach down there am I gonna see blood? Oh, my poor baby," His body betrays his sympathetic voice, his hips are moving faster, your eyes are squeezed impossibly shut and your fingers are digging red angry marks in his skin. "Hey, hey open your eyes look at me, look at me, there you are. Oh angel you're crying, are you mad? You mad at me? I know, I know it fucking hurts you fucked yourself so good for me, I know, Angel. Maker, the things I make you do for me, huh?"
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skywlker-sluvtt · 5 months
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thinking about brian o'connerrrrrr BRIAN O"CONNERRRRRR BRAINNNNN
THINKING ABOUT BRIAN O'CONNER
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skywlker-sluvtt · 5 months
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pleased to announce im back
back to our regularly scheduled programming
kinkvember ftw
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skywlker-sluvtt · 5 months
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I HAVE EMOTIONAL MOTION SICKNESS
SOMEBODY ROLL THE WINDOWS DOWN
THERE ARE NO WORDS IN THE
ENGLISH LANGUAGE
I COULD SCREAM TO DOWN YOU OUTTTTTTTTTTTTTTTT
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skywlker-sluvtt · 5 months
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Just leaving this here...
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skywlker-sluvtt · 5 months
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GIRLY I LAUGHED SO HARD MY PARENTS CALL ME LYSSIE
(i'm proposing rn)
HI LYSS
(I love you)
HI VERA 🥰🥰🥰
(im secretly in love with you)
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skywlker-sluvtt · 6 months
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HI LYSS
(I love you)
HI VERA 🥰🥰🥰
(im secretly in love with you)
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