#anakinskywalker smut

[forcemeanakin]

𝗙𝘂𝗰𝗸 𝘆𝗼𝘂𝗿 𝗯𝗼𝘆𝗳𝗿𝗶𝗲𝗻𝗱 ('𝘀 𝗱𝗮𝗱) - 𝗣𝗮𝗿𝘁 𝟯

•WARNINGS: SMUT. Age gap !!! Infidelity kink !!! (you’ve been warned, so if you do not agree pls leave because I’ll delete any hateful comments about this) Actual cheating. Dirty talk, teasing and sex in a public space, voyeurism, praising kink, bit of degrading, handjob (m and f receiving), oral sex (f receiving). Mentions of an unhappy relationship/divorce/troubled marriage.

Pairing: dilf!Anakin Skywalker x female!reader.

Series Summary: Luke takes you home for Life’s Day. On the edge of giving up on you two, Skywalker manages to light up a fire inside of you again. Problem is… wrong Skywalker.

Part One - Part Two

Part Three Summary: How could Mr. Skywalker resist such a pretty little thing like yourself when you come into his workshop with dessert?

Word count: 4.1 K.

A/N: NOT PROOFREAD, english is my second language, so please be gentle. If there are any mistakes, pls let me know in private so I can correct them, thanks :) Also I have a serious issue between differentiating “in” and “on” situations, so bare with me lmao. 

Thank you so much for the comments in my last post! Your excitement makes me want to write even more :) seriously thank you! And I'm sorry if I forgot to tag someone, pls let me know if I missed you!

“You missed dessert.”

It took Anakin a second to realize that he wasn’t delusional, that your voice wasn’t a product of his imagination.

You were here, in his workshop. 

With actual pie.

“Shouldn't you be upstairs, Y/n? It 's pretty late.” Anakin spoke without disconnecting his attention from the welding happening in his project.

You delayed your response, walking towards him and placing the plate on the counter, sliding it to him. Elbows on the surface, you supported your head on your knuckles, widening your eyes in innocence in case he indulged in looking up. 

“I could ask that as well.” You got closer, taking a spot at his left side to admire the precision in which he was attaching cables. “Life Day's morning is tomorrow, we should be up pretty early. We’re also going skating.”

Anakin scrunched his face like he had forgotten about it and he was not eagerly expecting the trip.

“You can’t not go, it’s our last day here.” You murmured with a velvety voice, sending goosebumps through his spine. 

“I’ve seen that fucking lake enough for a lifetime. I’m sure I won’t miss much.” He stuck his tongue out, inching his head forward to appreciate his manual work better.

“You’ll miss me.”

Anakin, having everything on the line, was too careful not to slip and fall. Because of that, your grand gestures and obvious advances were deflected by him every single time. Except that one time he did indulge. That one time where you weren’t even trying and he, by his own doing, fell into temptation. Only when commands a situation, or when he thinks he is, he lets himself free fall into his instincts.

“I’ll miss you.” You added, playing with the little metal panel that seemed the right size to fit the droid part he was fixing. 

“I don’t think you miss me when you have Luke’s tongue down your throat.”

He bit the words, gripping the tool with more force in between his fingers, clearly upset. You hid a playful smirk.

“That’s when I miss you the most.” You whispered, grazing his ear shell with your lips, caressing the pull-up sleeve from his shirt.

He tensed at the ministration, blinking fast to return to his previous state of concentration, “To all of this, where’s your boyfriend? Doesn’t he have a promise to fulfill?”

Honestly, it was your fault for trusting Luke’s empty words. Again. But you were enjoying Anakin’s visible jealousy.

“Luke wanted to go straight to sleep… said he was stuffed from dinner. Not a lot of energy to do anything.” You briefly whined with a voice so low, Anakin could barely hear you with the noise of the machine.

So he stopped, pushing himself back onto his chair so he could look up to you without obstacles. His chair was set just a few inches lower to work better. Anakin’s eyes followed your figure from head to toe, casually lingering on the bit of skin that showed from the slit of your attire. Just like at the dinner table, he was struggling and was unsure that he would be able to escape harmlessly this time.

“I’m kind of jealous to be honest.” You mumbled, staring at the mess of parts, walking until you were in between him and the counter. Trapped in between his spreading legs, your chest was right on his eye line and you hadn’t changed your dress. “I wish I was stuffed as well.”

Gulping harshly, Anakin built up the strength to stare at your intense gaze, basically condemning himself. Because the minute he saw the hungry spark shining from them, he knew there wasn’t a single bone in him that would deny you if you asked for him again. 

His strong, yet shy hand, climbed up your leg like a moth to a flame until he was able to grasp the fat of your thigh. Feeling your softness against his palm had him on the edge of staining his pants. With a little pull from his part, it took you mere seconds to obey his silent command and sit on his lap. Anakin’s curious hand continued to brush your bare leg, rejoicing in the way your breath would accelerate when his hand went up and how you bit your lip whenever it came down. 

It also didn’t help that his other arm was wrapped around your waist, thumb miming the motion of his hand, but on your hip, trapping you in his embrace. Expectant of what would be his next move, you shyly waited for whenever he would peel his eyes from your slit and reciprocate the attention, this time on your face. 

On your lips. 

Like he was reading your mind, Anakin’s eyes slowly moved up your curves until he met your needy orbs, noses softly grazing each other at the proximity. Breath getting out of control at the shift of energy, warmth expanding all over your skin and clit throbbing in anticipation. You deviated your eyes momentarily to sneak a peek of the deliciously rich piece of pie laying on the table and he benefited from the newly acquired angle to caress your throat with his lips.

“Just a taste?” You murmured, looking at him through your eyelashes, intentionally inching closer to brush his lips with yours.

Was he going to do it? Take the next step?

Would he dare?

Would you dare?

Surpringsily, Anakin nodded swiftly, leaning into the intoxicating pull of your mouth. “Just a taste.”

Anakin’s lips tasted so much better the second time around, it tasted like victory. And you made it a personal goal of yours to show him how grateful you were that he finally caved in. Wasting no time, in case he changed his mind, your hands found their home in Anakin’s curls, the silky feeling of them a new aphrodisiac to you and apparently to him, by the way he was growling at your clasp.

His sneaky tongue barely asked for permission when it was already intruding into your mouth, licking everything on its way. Giving up on trying to take the lead, you surrendered to his rough pace and enjoyed the delicious sensation of his warm, wet tongue against your lips. Anakin would take advantage of your dumb state and hanging mouth to suck however he pleased, smirking because the only thing your mind could process was imitate his dirty moves. Until he bit your bottom lip, making sure your brain wasn’t already melted before he could even start ruining you.  

When you pulled his hair, only because he had taken the party downstairs and was violently grabbing your ass, it was like you had awakened a beast. Out of nowhere, Anakin stood up, holding you by your thighs and placing you on the surface of his tool table. His shirt’s buttons were discarded early in the makeout session, granting you the space necessary to roam your palms all over his strong pecs and firm shoulder blades. And when you tried to wrap your legs around his waist, hinting right where you wanted him, he clasped his fists around your ankles, spreading you open without breaking the liplock. He was even more aggressive with the leverage his height gave him.

“Just a taste…” He grunted again, lifting up the skirt of your dress until it was tangled enough to give him a good view of your thong. He clicked his tongue at the sight of your spicy choice of underwear. “Almost like you had planned it all along.”

Shamelessly, so outrageously shameless, you drifted your legs further apart, making him snicker. 

“Well, did you?” He wandered, sliding your damped panties down your legs.

“I haven’t stopped thinking about you since yesterday.” You breathed out, shivering at the breeze fanning your burning core. “I’ve never wanted something so bad.” Urged eyes glued directly to Anakin’s groin. 

Anakin grinned a triumphant smile. That could’ve easily been a lie, but he doubted it. He recognized a brat when he saw one. Holding your foot like it was a delicate piece of glass, Anakin set the nibbling starting point right on your ankle and followed a beeline straight to your weeping cunt. His hot breath made you shiver in anticipation, whimpering to show off your desperation in case this would reach his sensible side.

“When was the last time you had an orgasm before me, baby? Without doing it yourself?” He breathed, roaming his hands up your legs, the contact so rough and intimate  at the same time.

You hated that question, it embarrassed you. 

“Mmm… Uhh-” You thought out loud, mind going blank as Anakin’s smooches went higher up. “F-four months?” You hissed.

“You’ve been dating Luke for three.” He did the math in his head. 

Oh.

Your face turning in shame had his eyes widening.

It would be a lie if Anakin said that he wasn’t mad at his son for dragging the Skywalker name in the mud. For keeping such a needy thing like yourself restricted from gratification. With how sexual you were, four months were an eternity. Nonetheless, Anakin was a fixer and you were his next project.

“Desperate little thing, aren’t you? This slutty pussy can’t wait to have something inside of it. Anything.” Anakin mocked you, testing your sanity as he delayed contact with your core by redirecting his foreplay into the inner side of your thighs.

“That’s not true.” You fought with a trembling voice, observing how Anakin got closer and closer to delivering exactly what you wanted. “I only want you, d-”

The forbidden word. You almost spilled it.

“-sir.” You corrected in time, catching Anakin’s mocking glint. “Only you, please.”

Anakin’s face twisted in pleasure when his finger dived inside you, giving him a warm welcome, impossibly slick. You hugged his pumping digit tightly, getting even wetter at this fascinated expression. Anakin hadn’t felt such a lubricated canal in so long, his head almost exploded at the million possibilities with such an easy pussy: His cock would slide right in, be suffocated by your clenching walls just like his finger was... 

That had him dropping on his knees, starting to eat you out like he was starved. Just like you predicted. Nose deep, no hesitation to blow your slobbering cunt with abandon, moaning right on your core when he had the very first taste of your flavor. So sweet. Just like he predicted.

“Oh- oh!” You whimpered at the first clean lick he gave you, quivering like a virgin because it had been too long since someone showed you love there. 

Anakin’s tongue had the knowledge and patience none of the guys your age had. Every motion was so passionately delivered, so intentional. No rush, no fast lapping to get you off quickly. Anakin knew exactly what would have you shaking with pleasure and wasn’t scared to spend his time getting to know every hidden, sticky spot. In fact, it seemed like he enjoyed taking his sweet time with his face buried in your exposed core. 

It was the hottest shit you’d ever seen.

You were riled up by the precise technique with which he knew exactly how to pleasure your opening, sucking on your lips like they were the meal and not a measly pit stop. But what had you speechless, just at a loss of words, was the way he didn’t hesitate to dip his face into your heat with fervor. As he planted open mouth kisses to your slit, face fully covered by your juices, he only pulled back to spit on top of your clit and play with the liquid slob on top of your bundle of nerves. 

No grimaces, no disgust faces, just utter fascination by your reactions and your pussy.

“Such a sweet thing.” Anakin whispered, flattening his tongue and lapping over your mound. “Careful, I might not let you leave.”

Please don’t. You replied inside your head.

Anakin’s sounds of approval and delight made this whole experience even more sinful. Something about the idea of him enjoying cheating on his wife touched a nerve inside of you, something so wild and dangerous: You had another woman’s man in between your legs and he was enjoying being of service to you. You arched your back at the naughty thought, something Anakin didn’t appreciate because it moved you from the angle he had specifically situated you on; he had already discovered the spot that had your toes curling.

The power rush combined with Anakin's attention to your clit had a knot forming on your abdomen. Supporting yourself on your elbows, you looked down at Anakin’s work, not wanting to miss the scenario in front of you, in case you climaxed earlier than anticipated. But what you saw only pushed you closer to said ending. Anakin was playing with your clit like a cat with a toy, giving rapid licks that had your head spinning, while staggering eager sucks onto your nub. Anakin’s lips enveloped your clit with such care, only to roughly slurped on it, only backing down until he heard you whining. Or moaning his name. Whichever came first. 

“Anakin-” You bravely attempted to cry his name, unsure of his reaction. 

Anakin took the opportunity to analyze your flustered image, his gaze inevitably drawn to your falling cleavage, given that he was pulling down on the fabric by shouldering your legs. He could see the top of your boobs spilling from your undergarments and he dreamed of the looks of them. How perky they would be, how firm and squeezable they must be. Fantasizing about your young tits had him rolling his hips against the wooden leg of the table.

If Anakin locking your legs around his shoulders to dig deeper into your cunt wasn’t enough to have you convulsing, his tongue breaching into you and maneuvering it like it was actually fucking you, did.

“Anakin, I’m close- Oh,” You could barely hold yourself, deciding to lean limp against the hard surface, waiting for Anakin to sweep you off your feet with an outstanding orgasm. 

“That’s right, you’re gonna come on my tongue. How does that feel?” Anakin pushed, squeezing your ass and bringing your core over to him to devour. Like the certified slut you were, you rocked your hips against his face, relishing on the massage his nose inflicted on your most sensitive part. “Fucking your boyfriend’s dad face. This has to be a world record.”

Anakin stared at you over your mound, drinking the heavenly sight of your face contorting in ecstasy by his doing. Such a pretty, young thing, so slick and wet… coming undone by his tongue. And his tongue only. 

“Such a slut… my slut.” He degraded you with darkened eyes, amazed at how those words only had you trembling harder. “Only wanting to come on my tongue, by my cock. Isn’t that right?”

You nodded, taking the little spaces he gave you in between words to fight off the pending peak; you didn’t want this to be over. You needed more from him, you needed everything. 

“Y-yes!” You closed your eyes, preparing yourself for the familiar wave of satisfaction. 

“Yes, what?” Anakin teased.

Would you dare?

“Yes, daddy!” You screamed when your climax toppled you over. 

Anakin had the minimal kindness of not rubbing your choice of words on your face as you came over his fingers, dripping not only on his hand, but his table. This climax in particular had you weak; the aftershocks prolonged for more than you were used to and legs trembled as if you had just worked out. It could have been because you hadn’t had one in so long, or maybe because of his skillful tongue. Probably a combination of both. But truth be told, it was the best orgasm of your life. 

Even with dizzy eyes you could spot the bulge twitching inside his fitted pants. He had promised you just a little taste, but it was so unfair to leave him like that. Right?

Right?

Boosting yourself up, you directed your hand straight to his waistband, actively searching to fish his cock. 

“What are you doing?” Anakin questioned but did little to no effort to stop your wandering touch. 

You didn’t give an answer, instead lips pouted with a fixed stare, you let your actions speak for you. After unbuckling his belt, you loosened his pants, being faced with the opportunity of a lifetime. Anakin sucked his breath in when he saw your nails dipping under the elastic of his underwear, shaky exhales at the expectation of contact. You were unaware of it, you wouldn’t even believe it, but it had been a while for him too. Besides his own hand, he hadn’t known the touch of someone else in so long and Padmé didn’t even do the trick by now. 

So when Anakin saw your widened eyes as you scope up his erection from its confinements, he felt the same rush he used to savor with other conquests whenever Padmé and he were on a on-and-off break. But this was better, so much more electric. Your surprised gasp at his big cock elevated his ego to new highs. It just confirmed what he already knew: that you’ve dealing with stupid boys, when you deserved a real man. 

And Anakin was exactly that. 

His eagerness pushed you to envelope your hand around his shaft with more confidence, your fingers struggling to meet around it because of the delicious girth. Anakin let go as soon as he felt you tugging his length, crumbling on your shoulder, barely supporting himself on the edge of the table at each side of your hips. Being the big man he was, you didn’t expect Anakin to be so vocal during sex, but fuck were you wrong. Whimpers started to spill from his lips, landing right on your ear. It was the most exquisite sound you’ve heard. 

It was just so hot to have him completely surrender to you, to the will of your hand. Gladly, you pumped harder and faster, expecting to hear more of his inviting sounds. Having the upper hand encouraged you to try and lead the situation, turning his head by his chin with two fingers, sucking in his bottom lip as a first move before properly kissing him. Jacking him off while he still had his pants on, had you squeezing your thighs, the sight turning on a switch for you.

He followed your initiative and dipped his very own fingers to take care of you again. He would do it as many times as you needed, just for his own amusement. Closing his eyes, he sighed in content when his digits were fully installed inside of your warm walls. 

“That’s it, that’s the stuff.” He smiled into the words, making you cry even louder at the intrusion. He couldn’t stop praising you, he was too fascinated by you. “Always so wet for me. Fuck, yes. So wet and slick, ready to let me in. I adore this young pussy.”

You sobbed at the last words he pronounced, Anakin cracking a wicked grin. He was mesmerized by how unfiltered and vulgar your dark side turned out to be. Finally a worthy opponent.

Anakin and you worked on each other until you were both grazing the edge: sloppily kissing, moaning on each other's mouths and exchanging the same air by just how close you were. The scene replicated the rush and eagerness of a young couple who couldn’t keep their hands off each other’s pants. It was so intimate, yet distant at the same time.

Because he wasn’t technically fucking you his conscience weighted a bit less. Using that logic, Anakin found comfort that, as long as you two kept your shenanigans at hand stuff, there was no reason why he should be called a cheater. It was two people exchanging favors.

It was him shaking you off his system.

“A-Anakin, you make me feel so good. Please.” You squealed when he circled around your clit with his thumb as his thick fingers worked in and out of you. 

“Next time you touch yourself, you’ll think of these fingers, you’ll think of me.” Anakin grunted, flicking your nub without care. He relished on the little scream you let out.

Anakin felt the exciting clench when he inserted his third finger in, your contorted face tattling you anyway. That was good news, because he was close too. It was hard for him not to when you were looking like sin itself with your dress discarded at waist level, cheeks flushed and mouth hung open, begging to be fucked by his tongue. 

Anakin wanted to grip you, rip you apart, crush you under the weight of his desire. He needed to have all of you in order to move on, so the next half of his life was spent dreaming about the feeling of you, as an alternative of a lifetime simply wandering. And as much as he wanted to extend this moment forever, your constant spasms were threat enough to let him know release was right around the corner.

Gushing on him again, you felt your body going limp. Smiling to the ceiling, you thought about how Anakin had ended your miserable drought with two winning orgasms. It was so intense, you were actually ashamed of how many unholy sounds you squealed but it didn’t make sense why a simple hand job would feel so good.

Flipping onto your stomach at the speed light, Anakin needily pulled up the bottom of the dress until your ass was bare and exposed for him to fondle as he pleased, panting frantically. You didn’t even felt ashamed when he split you open; you offered yourself to him even more and he fucking loved it.

He fucking loved how shameless you were, how excited for his attention you got. A breath of fresh air, that was you. 

But right when Anakin was about to give into his darkest desires, right about to cross the line between wrong and utterly wrong, gripping the edges of the table while trembling as his cock sat an inch away from your entrance…

Just one little push and he would taste heaven.

Just one little thrust and he would know glory in the purest form. 

The debate raged inside of him, a bead of sweat falling from his temple. He was only torn away from his mental debate when your impatient orbs peep from over your shoulder. 

“Please.” You whined, shaking your ass to entice him. “P-please do it, daddy. I’m begging, I really am.” 

Knees weak, Anakin was about to cave.

Just one swing of his hips. Just one tiny buck-

Another whine came out of you, but a disappointing one, this time provoked by Anakin jacking himself off until he was covering your heart-shaped cheeks with the viscous liquid you desperately wanted to swallow. Holding your jaw so you would make eye contact with him, Anakin put two cum-covered fingers in front of you, almost spurting a second time when your eyes rolled at the back of your head at the taste. His jizz was as good as dessert, for fuck’s sake.

But things come to an end.

“This can’t ever be known.” Anakin finally picked himself up from behind you, buttoning his pants as he shook his head, clearing his throat. It felt like he was talking to himself,  “This- uhm, this never happened. Never happened...”

“But it did. And I liked it.” Not fixing your dress so he would be greeted by your perky nipples, you turned to face him. “In fact, I loved it. I kinda want more.” You tilted your head, eyeing his groin without a filter. “Don’t you want more, daddy?” You had found a weak link and Anakin was making absolutely no effort to hide the effects of the word on him. 

Of course he wanted more. He wanted everything. Especially when you were staring at him with those eyes, and that hair, and those tits- God, those firm, perky tits were getting to him.

The phone he had installed for inner communication inside the house rang. It was Padmé calling him to sleep, the noise from his workshop disturbing her dreams. A nerve-wracking feeling took over you as soon as the phone call ended, you evidently awaiting for his next statement. 

He would either stay or leave. As simply as that. 

In or out?

When Anakin took one bite of the pie as he fixed his eyes on you, you smirked as a mirror of his own smile. 

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Some shots of Anakin 😊😊

[castiwls]

tolerate it - a.s

Paring; anakin x reader

Prompt; 'If it's all in my head, tell me now. Tell me I've got it wrong somehow'

Requested; @simonsbluee

Notes;anakin version:) again all time fav cry song requests are open!

Masterlist | Taylor Swift masterlist

The sound of the door opening pulled your attention from the data pad on your lap. A small smile grew on your lips as you placed the pad beside you before standing from your seat. “Your back,” You grinned. “I didn’t think you were due back for another few days.”

Anakin pulled off his robe before turning to you, his grin just as bright. “We got back early.” He closed the distance between you both pulling you into a hug. You felt his arms squeeze tightly around your middle as you tucked your head into the crook of his neck. 

Taking a deep inhale you felt your body relax in his arms. He was safe. After weeks he was finally home again. After a moment you pulled back. His arms still wrapped around your waist. “I missed you.” He spoke quietly, his eyes slowly tracing your face. 

“I missed you too.” You smiled slowly rubbing a hand through the back of his head. “How come you’re back so early?” 

“Some sort of diplomatic thing.” He let out a breath, rolling his eyes causing you to laugh quietly. You knew how much he hated anything which involved politics. In all the time you’d known Anakin he’d never been one for anything which involved long boring conversations.

“The charity ball?” He nodded his thumb slowly rubbing circles on your waist. “Yeah. How did you know about it?” He frowned slightly, a look of confusion filling his features. “I got invited to,” You watched as a small smile grew on his lips at the idea of not being alone. “Well. That should make this slightly more bearable.” 

You nodded thinking for a moment. “We could…we could go…together.” Your voice came out as a whisper. The thought was something which had been sitting on your mind for a while. 

Every event you were invited to end up with you having to go alone. It was always the same questions asking when you were going to get into a relationship if you had anyone special in your life. By this point, you had mastered the act of politely brushing off anyone who brought up the topic, but that didn’t mean that it never hurt.

It hurt that you were unable to share your relationship with the other people in your life. That you had to act as if Anakin was nothing more than an acquaintance when you met him in public. You knew getting into this relationship that there would have to be sacrifices, you never expected anything less. But sometimes you wished that he would have enough trust in you to share your relationship with those closest to you.

Anakin let out a sigh, his gaze moving down to your feet. He pursed his lips slightly, looking back up. “Angel, you know we can’t…” He moved a hand to gently cup your check. “If the council found out about us…I don’t know what they’d do.” he frowned to himself as he spoke, his gaze seemingly growing distant for a moment before he re-focused back on you.

“I can’t risk them finding out.” He rubbed a thumb across your cheek. You kept your face passive as you stared at him. 

Sometimes your relationship felt almost one-sided. You felt committed to him in a way that he could never commit himself to you. While you knew Anakin was by no means in love with the order and their rules you knew he was still committed. You came second.

The thought had you swallowing, trying to push back the sudden rush of emotions that ran through you. “Fine.” You pulled back from his hold before walking back to the main room. Anakin sighed following closely behind you.

“Are you seriously gonna do this again? You know why we can’t do that. It would put my rank at risk!” He stopped as you turned to face him. You jabbed a finger into his chest. “You. You. You. That’s all it ever is. Do you ever think about what I want?”

“Of course, I think about what you want. You are the most important person in my life!” He reached out to grasp your hand. He lowered his voice as he spoke. “Which is why I can’t lose you.”

You rolled your eyes letting out a quiet breath. “You know, sometimes I feel…I feel like you don’t even love me anymore.” You felt your lips quiver slightly as you swallowed back tears. “Like you're only here out of obligation.” 

You watched his face drop slightly. “Of course I love you. You’re my wife.” He stepped closer, his thumb slowly rubbing circles over your palm. “Then why are you so scared of telling the people closest to us that we’re married,” You pulled your palm from his grasp feeling a tear slowly slip down your face. 

“There’s dinner on the table if you want it.” You whispered before walking towards the bedroom.

You could hear him calling after you but you simply ignored it slamming the door behind you. Slowly you sank to the ground, your body shaking slightly as sobs began to fall from your lips. 

You’d stopped feeling loved a long time ago. At first, you’d believed that the feeling was simply in your head that you were just having doubts about your relationship due to how new it was, yet those doubts never seemed to go away. 

And Anakin did nothing to quell those doubts. Taking a breath you placed your chin on your knees, staring at the bed. You never imagined the man who you were supposed to love unconditionally and who was supposed to love you back could leave you feeling so unseen in your own relationship.

[zapernz]

“anakin is a dom”

NO HES NOT ARE YOU INSANE THIS IS THE MOST SUBMISSIVE MAN IN THE GALAXY

[wheresmybuckyhoes]

Intrusions

Summary: Anakin intrudes on your alone time in the empty corridors of the Jedi temple, demanding to know why you can’t sleep. Eventually, you have to tell him

Pairing: f!reader x Anakin Skywalker

Warnings: 18+ smut, swearing, using pet names?, public sex

I wrote this over the span of a few months so please forgive me if it’s a bit incoherent and I have not had the chance to correct my mistakes x

‘What are you doing’, comes a voice from the darkness behind you, drawing out a quiet gasp from your lips as your eyes widen a fraction in suprise. It was posed as more of a demand than a question, as all questions seemed to be when they came from Anakin Skywalker. You had sensed a presence approaching even before you had heard his footsteps, and yet you still felt your heart slightly pick up speed at the sound of his voice. Your master never ceased to surprise you.

Having realised he had actually asked you a question, albeit his tone said otherwise, you tilted your head in his direction from where you were leaning against a cold stoned pillar. It was always dark in the corridors of the Jedi temple due to the evident lack of lighting, so the material world and its accompanying shadow all seemed to melt together into a general dull blue tone. But the gentle slopes and crevices of Anakin’s face were illuminated softly by the glare of the moon; you had always thought that the scar etched along his eye was beautiful. He did not.

‘I couldn’t sleep,’ you finally replied, not really sure what else to say. It wasn’t a lie. You tried to go to bed, shutting your eyes and meditating with the hope of quietening your ever-clouded mind. It was a wonder you managed to have any control over the force with the number of thoughts passing in and out of your brain every second of the day. It was no wonder - there was always so much to think about. There was the mission you were assigned to go on with Obi-Wan, the galaxy - wide clone wars the Jedi were relentless fighting through, your training sessions with Anakin, the way Anakin fought, the way he spoke, the way he looked at you…

‘Why is that?’ he asked as he approached you in his nonchalant way, walking slowly to lean on the pillar opposite you, wearing a look of slight concern. He was now stood in a particularly bright beam of moonlight. You combed your fingers through your hair, out of your face and eyes as you looked up into his, now more clearly illuminated. ‘Just thinking about going to Corusant with Obi-Wan in a few days,’ you replied. Once again, it wasn’t technically a lie. It was definitely a prevalent thought in your mind. You had just decided not to disclose the whole truth to your young master. Anakin took a few steps forward to stand before you. Your eyes followed as his hand moved to gently touch your shoulder, in a gesture you assumed was meant to comfort you. It did not.

‘Something else is clearly bothering you. We didn’t get captured on Naboo and imprisoned together for weeks for you to now conceal things from me y/n. If somethings on your mind, you can tell me’, he chuckled slightly, with that rich, earthy laughter that filled you simultaneously with a sense of longing and dread. Jedi weren’t supposed to form attachments. Everyone knew that. Love could be your greatest strength, but in the end your very downfall. You weren’t going to confess any sort of feelings to your master. It would be wrong in every way. And yet…

‘Hey,’ he whispered, reaching a hand beneath your chin and tilting your head up with featherlight touch. ‘It’s me. What’s going on.’ You shook your head slightly, trying to clear your thoughts just as you had failed to do so a mere half an hour ago. Shockingly, Anakin’s lips being just a breath away did nothing to satiate the increase in your lack of control, and you saw a shift behind his eyes as he somehow picked up on the way you seemed to react to his touch. The sudden change in his demeanour went unnoticed by you. What was going on in that maze of a mind of his? Instead of removing his hand, something seemed to register in his mind, and another part seemed to make a choice.

‘So that’s why’ he muttered, more to himself than anything else, removing his hand and yet not stepping even an inch away. ‘What?’ you questioned helplessly, eyes darting nervously around the desolate corridors, as if you would find an explanation to his behaviour there. ‘If you wanted me so badly, why didn’t you say so’, his voice came out more as a whisper than anything else, forced through a subtle smirk overtaking his features. You blinked. ‘I don’t know what you mean, master,’ you answered, feeling you legs border a state of collapse. ‘I think you do,’ his voice had lowered in pitch to a deeper tone that seemed to wrap around your every nerve. He tilted his head, looking down at you as if the answer was obvious. His hands moved down, daring to trail lower until they held you by your waist. He leaned down ever so slightly, face inches away from yours.

‘Why can’t you sleep’ he asked in his demanding tone once more, this time with a spark you hadn’t seen before behind it. ‘I already told you, I was…’ you tried to give him your bullshit explanation once more but his hands were snaking around your waist and moving impossibly lower into a very dangerous territory. Your breath stuttered, eyes momentarily looking up to his before immediately darting away. ‘Attachments are forbidden. You can’t develop feelings at risk of endangering…’ you tried once more before he cut you off once more. ‘So you want me to just…’ he started, removing his hands and holding them up in the air as if they weren’t wrapped around you mere moments ago, taking a step back. ‘…forget what is so clear to me now and pretend like I’m not aware of what we so clearly want to do to each other?’

The genuineness of his question took you by surprise. Yet again. ‘W…what we want to do to each-other?’ you breathed out, searching in his eyes for a lie. You could not find one. He rolled his eyes, looking down at you as he did before, this time with an unmistakable look of desire. Your brows furrowed as if in deep thought. ‘If you don’t want me to take you right here whilst the whole temple is asleep and make you feel things you couldn’t even imagine, then please. Do tell’. He finished with a shrug that could have sent you to your knees. You weighed up your options for what seemed like an eternity to Anakin, who was hoping with his while being that you wouldn’t send him away. After a drawn out silence, he was about to finally turn away and leave you to your thoughts before he found you tugging him towards you using the force, pulling him down by his robes into a long awaited kiss. His lips were warm and soft against yours, a welcome contrast to the cool pillar that Anakin was now pressing you up against.

You closed your eyes as you immersed yourself in Anakin’s every touch. His large hands found themselves wrapped around your waist once more, this time with an added touch of his knee pressing up between your legs making you feel euphoric. His kisses were slow and meaningful, a welcome contrast to his usual snarky coldness. Soon you felt his hands move to your thighs, pulling you up with outstanding ease to wrap your legs around his waist. Deepening the kiss, you tangled your hands in his hair, breathing in his scent and moaning quietly into his mouth when you felt his prominent bulge press against your core.

He broke the kiss, almost in surprise due to the small sound that managed to escape your lips. He opened his mouth for a moment as if to say something but apparently decided to withhold his comment, shutting it promptly, his eyes looking up into yours as he held you. ‘What?’ you demanded, looking down into his glinting eyes. ‘Nothing princess’ he tried, leaning in to capture your lips but you quickly moved your hand and tugged his hair sharply to tilt his head away from yours. You weren’t expecting the man to moan from the sting and your eyes widened when it was his turn to say ‘what?’ as he grinned up at you. ‘What we’re you going to say?’ you asked, raising an eyebrow, warning him not to lean in again until he provides you with a satisfactory answer.

He looked down for a moment. ‘Have you done this before?’ he asked softly, looking back into your eyes with a more genuine look, any traces of a smirk all but gone. You nodded. ‘Once, during my first year of training. Have you?’ He laughed at this, nodding in a way that told you all you needed to know. You felt a slight pang of jealousy and it must have seeped through your attempt at a careless look, as he quickly responded ‘not for a long time, though. Never with someone I actually cared for, until now. Fuck his god forsaken way of making you want to melt into a puddle right there, a blush creeping up your décolletage.

Before he could make fun of you, you placed you hands either side of his face and pulled him in roughly, feeling him slightly pull you against himself, grinding into you. Even these small amounts of friction over clothed fabric were making your head spin. You needed him all, right now. ‘Fuck me master, please’ you whined as you ground down on his dick particularly hard, causing him to groan. ‘You’re really gonna call me master right now and expect me not to fuck you?’ he groaned, making you laugh slightly at the way it seemed to turn him on in this context. But he quickly moved his hands to your waist, helping you back to the ground, towering over you with an air of hesitancy as he asked for the final time ‘you sure?’

You nodded furiously, trying to reach for his trousers but he caught your wrists, holding them in their place. It was a shame to say the action only turned you on more. ‘I need your words, princess’ he said in a somewhat serious tone, with the pet name doing nothing to ease the wetness growing down below. ‘Yes. Yes, fuck yes’ you reiterated, snatching your hands out of his loosened grip and scrambling to get his clothes off. He did the same to you, panting with impatience and soon there you both were; you were pressed up against the wall, the tip of his cock at your entrance, dripping with anticipation and staring deep into his eyes as if your life depended on it.

‘Put it in’ you whispered, attempting to mirror his smirk before it was wiped clean off, only to be replaced by your jaw dropping as his cock finally entered you. He was slow and purposefully careful with his actions, but with every inch that entered you your legs grew weaker. He picked up one of your legs to wrap around his waist as he got closer to bottoming out, pushing in impossibly deeper as you whined from both the pleasure and slight burn. He peppered kisses along your jaw and neck to distract you from the slight initial discomfort, praising you for being ‘such a good girl’ and ‘taking me so well’. Finally, he was all the way in and he rested his forehead against yours as he waited for you to adjust. You were both panting, relishing the mere feeling of being so close and intimate with each-other for the first time. When he finally felt you pull his waist in with the leg that was positioned around him, you swore you heard him sigh with relief as he began to move.

The first thrust sent you to another plane of existence. He felt so good and you were sure your incessant whines let him know just that. It didn’t help that he was kissing your neck, moving to your ear to whisper ‘you look so pretty like this, with my cock inside you. Squeezing me so well’. You wouldn’t have previously considered yourself as having a praise kink, but maybe it was a subject that needed to be seriously considered. He continued to pound into you, with you holding on to his broad shoulders for dear life. ‘Don’t stop Anakin…I’m getting close’ you whisper-screamed, eyes rolling into the back of your head as his pace nearly doubled with his thrusts feeling stronger and deeper with every passing second.

Your moans grew breathless and animalistic as he reached down to rub circles on your clit, stimulating you thoroughly both inside and out. Soon you were starting to feel overstimulated as you neared the edge of your release, swearing you could feel tears brimming your eyes which were tightly shut. ‘Fuck, feels so good…master’ you choked out, resulting in Anakin’s cock twitching deliciously inside you at the name. ‘Come for me, princess. I wanna see you come’ Anakin’s voice wavered in an almost whine as his lips brushed against your neck, moving to suck a mark there as a threatening reminder of your sins tomorrow morning. Just as you were about to reach your orgasm, you felt his hand clamping down on your mouth, a feeble attempt at muffling your cries of pleasure which you were surprisingly grateful for. You couldn’t stress enough how much you did not want Obi Wan to see your master fucking you, let alone a Jedi you weren’t close with. The movements of his dick reaching places you don’t think even you had ever touched, along with the motions of his hand on your clit and other hand on your mouth all swiftly pushed you over the edge and you came hard, walls clamping down on his dick, whining into his hand. You threw your head back against the wall, hands scrambling to hold onto something to ground you and prevent you from going insane at how good he felt.

Soon you felt his thrusts falter as you began to come down from your high, moving to comb your fingers through his hair as you felt the warmth of his cum fill you up as he reached his own orgasm. He groaned quietly as you panted, trying to not only catch your breath but also regain your grasp on reality. He pulled out of you as he began to soften, moving to kneel before you, to your surprise. ‘What are doing An…’ you started as his face neared your core before his tongue licked a clean swipe up your folds, undoubtedly tasting the mixture of his cum and your juices on his tongue. You wanted to stop him, cringing at the thought, but the way his tongue was moving had you going weak. You fought through the overstimulation as his tongue slid inside of you briefly, unwilling to push him away when you looked down to see the sight of your master on his knees. Just for you. Once he was done with apparently cleaning you up, he pressed a kiss to your oversensitive clit, causing you to shudder and press your back further into the cold wall.

He got up to stand before you regaining his full height, suddenly looking rather vulnerable. You watched him pull on his clothes from the heap on the floor, mirroring his actions yourself. If he hadn’t just been inside of you, you probably would have felt a slight pang of panic at the way he looked so unlike his usual cocky self. But it was completely silent. ‘I should get to bed’ you stated awkwardly to break the quiet, starting to walk off, but you felt a hand quickly catch your wrist, pulling you in flush against Anakin’s warm yet built chest, soft lips meeting yours in a quick but meaningful kiss. Anakin pulled back, sincerity filling his gentle gaze. ‘Thank you, y/n’ he whispered, brushing a loose strand of hair behind your ear. You smiled at him genuinely, pressing your hand to his warm cheek for a moment, relishing the feeling of his skin against yours. ‘Thank you, Ani’ you echoed, before quickly turning and moving swiftly down the corridor in the direction of the sleeping chambers in order to escape the now weird atmosphere that seemed to suffocate you. How the hell were you going to face your master tomorrow having now fucked him.

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Stars - Anakin x F!reader

Anakin Skywalker x F!Jedi!reader smut shot

Summary: You and Anakin are on Naboo to keep senator Amidala safe. The night the three of you decide to stay on a yacht everything changes.

word count: 2.3k

Warning: Nsfw, 18+ actions, unprotected sex, kind of public sex? Lots of smut.

I sighed as I deactivated my saber. "You scared me, Skywalker." I didn't dare face him, Anakin Skywalker. One of the most gorgeous boys in the entire intergalactic universe. I remember our love-hate relationship from day one on. I got assigned to Obi-Wan Kenobi as his second padawan, as if one wasn't enough already. Anakin and I definitely didn't click at first and on missions it was even worse, it surprises me that Obi-wan didn't even bother getting me another Jedi master. Everything Anakin did annoyed me, his charms towards other women, his coldness towards me, his sarcasm and will to do as he wants. I couldn't fucking stand that man. But now I know why, and I am not happy as it is. I developed feelings for him, romantic ones. And it was absolute torture, being around him is intoxicating. But I know I cannot, I know I can't have attachments and certainly not for him.

"Earth to Y/n?" I heard him snap his fingers and I turned my head to finally face him. Oh those beautiful blue orbs stared right back at me. "Hmh?" Was all my throat proceeded to say. "I said, for the tenth time, the council requests our presence." He sighed and took my hand to pull me out of my room. "What in the world does the council need us for? We came back from a mission yesterday!" I was stern in my speech as his feet guided mine towards the council chamber, "I can walk myself Anakin." "Right, sorry." He voiced. 

"I think I do know why the council needs us. There has been an assassination attempt on senator Amidala." "And exactly what does that have to do with me?" I sighed in annoyance, knowing Anakin and the senator have something going on. Or well, I suspect so. As I finished my sentence Skywalker stopped dead in his tracks making me almost bump into him. "Anakin what the f-" "Will you stop it? With that mindset you won't be getting anywhere. You will never become a Jedi knight if you don't stop this madness!" Anakin said, but nothing came out of my mouth. I just blankly stared at this boy who thinks he can pull shit.

"Y/n listen, I know you don't like me and Padmé as much as you do yourself but drop the attitude." As Anakin ranted to me I couldn't help but notice his hair grew, a lot. And so did his body posture. I remember always being a few inches taller than him, but now he just towered over me. Jeez, intimidating. "Okay." I mumbled with a smile before walking past him and finally arriving at the council chambers. I just couldn't bear looking in his eyes any longer, and it is fucking killing me. I am growing attachments and if they grow any bigger I am doomed. 

As the door opened I put up my mental shield in case anyone tried to read my mind. "Young Anakin Skywalker and Y/n L/n, A mission for you, we have." The little green figure in front of me and Anakin spoke up, "To Naboo with senator Amidala, you will go." "I am sorry master, but why?" I acted dumb just to annoy the fuck out of Anakin. I could feel him glaring into my soul for real. "There has been assassination attempts on the senator, and she needs to go in hiding. We can't let her go unsupervised." Obi-wan's thick accent spoke up. Tsk, miss perfect is being treated like a child, I thought to myself. "We will gladly supervise her mas-" I didn't even let Anakin finish his sentence as anger built up in me due all my emotions messing with me, "Isn't it better to let her stay here in the Jedi temple?" 

"Y/n, manners!" Kenobi scolded. "Question the council's decisions, you can not young padawan." Yoda remained calm at my sudden outburst, "Before controlling your emotions and thoughts, a Jedi knight you will not be." I nodded in acceptance, and remained silent.

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As we arrived on Naboo later with Padmé I had truly seen it all. Anakin and her being all clingy and flirty and shit. I was devastated as my emotions and love for Skywalker grew more every second I spent with him. "Miss Amidala, would you like for me to put your suitcases in your room?" I smiled, hiding my irritation. "No need for formalities Y/n, a friend of Anakin's is a friend of mine." She replied. Friend of Anakins, nice. "Ofcourse." I gritted through my teeth. Because of my so-called 'rude' action Anakin cleared his throat. I shot him a look and rolled my eyes. Just as I was about to bring Padmé's suitcases to her room she spoke up again.

"We should take my parents yacht for the night, the view on the lake is amazing with the stars shining!" Excitement spat of her. "Padmé, that is too dangerous, we can no-" "Yes! That's an amazing idea actually, that would be lovely padmé, thank you." Anakin cheered. The man didn't even let me finish my sentence, which was kind of logical since we were getting really really done with one another. What am I even saying? I could never get enough of him and his adorable, charming, breath-taking smile.

"Fine but only for tonight."

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I close my eyes feeling the hot summer wind blowing through my hair. I lean over the railing to open my eyes and see my reflection in the now pitch black lake. It was like that little slave girl from Zygerria looked back at me. A weak, full of emotion and used person. Tears rolled down my cheek thinking about him again, knowing we can never be anything. Besides, he has Padmé doesn't he? I could have snitched on him, telling the council about them. But I can't. I would never do anything to hurt him, I'd rather have a lightsaber pierced through my heart. I'm crying as quietly as possible.

Suddenly I felt a shift in the force, and a warm presence stood next to me. I wipe my tears as fast as I can. "Y/n?" Skywalker placed his warm hand on my shoulder, "Are you alright?" "I am, thanks." I smiled weakly. "You're not, are you? Tell me what's going on." He demanded. "No, really Ani, I am okay." I said. "Come on it's only me you're talking to, Padmé's gone to bed already." He beamed and turned me around to face him. He raised his hands and cupped my face, wiping away my tears. No, this needed to stop. This physical touch was making it just worse, but what was I supposed to do? 

I stared into his eyes and my heart beat faster than ever before. "It does not matter Ani, Jedi can't have attachments." My words clearly hit him, because he stepped back and let go of me. "That explains everything" He muttered, "You're in love with me." All he did was stare at me and watch me grow red. "Listen Anakin, let's forget this ever happened. My life duty is to become a jedi and that brings consequences. I would give you all the stars, my life even. But not in this reality. Besides you have padmé and-"  

Suddenly an explosion of butterflies entered my stomach, Anakin pushed me against the railing of the yacht and interlocked his soft lips with mine. From shock I grabbed onto the railing, but as soon as my nerves calmed and he grabbed my waist I gave into the kiss. I never wanted it to end, but I knew it was wrong. As his hands traveled me up and down I broke our kiss, and we both caught our breaths. "Ani we can't" I looked at my feet, "You can't do this to padmé and we have rules." My own words hurt me. "I don't love padmé. Every single thing you've seen between us was purely platonic, because she isn't the woman I love." He explained as he stepped closer, "Y/n L/n, you are the most talented, beautiful, smart and kind person i've met in my whole entire existence. I've been dreaming about you since the very first day we saw each other." Anakin's hands now laid back where they were, on my hips. 

"Please say something." his nerves grew, I could sense it. I knew I shouldn't have, but I gave in. I kissed him back with all the passion I had, finally releasing my need and attraction for him. My hands explored his hair and he lifted me up to sit on the railing, closing my legs over his hips. As I slightly opened my mouth he took the chance and slid his tongue in. Our tongues synced perfectly. Oh how I have been longing for this. When we broke apart once again we leaned our foreheads against each other, which didn't take long because Anakin started kissing down my jaw and neck. I held back soft moans by biting on my lip. "Don't be shy darling, let me hear your pretty moans." He said in between the kisses. "What.. What if padmé-"

"Words, y/n." Anakin hit the sweet spot in my neck. "What if padmé.. argh, see us?" Anakin stopped placing hickeys over my neck and brought his lips to my ears. "Then she'll know just how good I, and I only make you feel." He whispered, and I could feel myself getting wetter every second. I felt his lips curl into a smile against my ear, and before I could do anything Ani pulled me off the railing and carried me in bridal style to his room on the yacht, luckily for me not close to padmé's at all. 

He gently laid me down on the bed and locked the door. When he turned back to me his grin was wider than ever before. "I've been longing so long for this, you know?" He spoke as he crawled onto the bed above me. "And see, it paid off." He pecked my lips. "Now, are you going to be an obedient girl for me?" I nodded to him, needing his touch. I moved my hips a little. "So eager for my touch." and with that, Anakin placed hickeys all over my neck again, but this time he sat above me, with my legs in between his.  Anakin got off me a few minutes later, and I could feel my underwear pooling by now. "Undress for me love." I did as he ordered me to, and fuck how he did was hot. I sat up and took off my belt and overtunic slowly, putting on a show for the handsome man in front of me.

Then I took off my undertunic and pants leaving me in my lingerie. I sat on my knees with my hands within my thighs. I watched Anakin bite his lip lightly checking my curves out. "You're beautiful." He whispered and placed his mechanic hand around my throat lightly. "To bad I am going to fucking ruin you." I smiled at him, "I'd like to see you try, master Skywalker." 

As a wolf hungry for its prey he unhooked my bra with his flesh hand and let go of my neck. He kissed down from my chest to my stomach and stopped right above my vagina. I let out a whine of need, eager to be touched at any sensitive point. "Such a needy Jedi, aren't you?" He smirked. "Only for you." I toyed back. "I want to hear my name and moans out of your mouth darling." "Only needy for you, Anakin. Please just fuck me!" "Good girl, have patience." He praised and started to suck on my breast, while massaging the other. My moans filled the room and so did soft ones of his. I felt his bulge through his pants and stroked it, making him moan a tat harder. 

I pushed Anakin from me and topped him. He bit his lip and placed his hands on my hips, wanting to go between my thighs. "Look who is a needy Jedi now." I teased and kissed him. He chuckled and we made out again, only this time I helped him undress. When I reached his boxers I slightly gasped at his size. Seeing this pride filled him. I pulled him from the bed and when we stood he took off my panties for me. "So wet for me." He said as he placed his hand on my fold, making me gasp. He planned to toying with me more because he removed it immediately. I calmed my arms around his neck, "Ani, please." I moaned out. "Please what, y/n?" "Fuck the absolute crap out of me, please." I seductively whispered to him. He didn't hesitate tho, as he positioned me ready on the bed a second later.

He rubbed his dick against my pussy, feeling my wetness. We both moaned out loudly at the physical touch we've been wanting from one and other for so long. "Are you ready my beautiful?" "For you, always."  And he entered. A loud gasp escaped my mouth as my tight walls adjusted to his big size. He moaned and pulled out again slowly. "Fuck you're so tight." Anakin yelped and started thrusting in faster and faster. Loud moans filled the night and by now I was sure Padmé had woken up from it. "Fucking stars- Anakin I'm gonna come!" I yelled out as my nails dug in his soft skin, "Keep doing that." I whined out.

"I'm going to come, oh Y/n." His lips kissed down my jaw. And then a wave of butterflies slid through my body and the sweetest, hardest groan filled the room followed by Anakin's. My eyes rolled back and my mouth opened slightly. His juices filled me up and we placed foreheads against each other. "I love you Y/n." He muttered out of breath. "I love you too Ani." I smiled and kissed him. Anakin got out of bed and walked to the tiny bathroom attached to the room to return with a towel. He cleaned himself and I, and laid down next to me with a peck on my lips. And so we peacefully fell asleep, hugging, drifting away together.

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Whip Cream A.S

!anakinskywalker x afab!reader WC: 1623 (not proofread)

MDNI! SMUT BELOW THE CUT! WARNINGS: foodplay, p in v sex, brief oral (f receiving), handjob, tit play, tit sucking/licking, this is really gross, food play again (please take this seriously.) praising, degrading (brief use of slut), sex in the kitchen, finger sucking, kissing, creampie

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“Dinner was great honey” you said ecstatically as you watched him do the dishes. You motioned to him “Let me help?” Anakin slowly shook his head no, with a huge smile on his face. “What makes you think you can help? You do so much already…” His voice was husky as he finished the sentence, planting a kiss on your cheek. Opening the fridge, you grab the whip cream and spray a little in your mouth, catching Anakin's attention. He turns to see you shaking the whip cream above your mouth, shaking it, and letting the cream fall into your mouth. Many… many inappropriate images filled his head. “Do you want some?” Your voice snaps him out of his trance, just to see you running up to him as he closes the dishwasher. There was still white on your lip.. Driving him insane, and of course.. Making him insanely hard. “Uh.. Im- im alright” he chokes out, becoming a stuttering mess quickly. “What's wrong anakin?” you ask, like he didn't just see you practically give a blowjob to a whip cream can. Of course, you didn't actually but his mind just sees that. And before you could process it, Anakin was ripping your clothes off, pulling your tank top off. “What are you doing? Anakin?” You manage to choke out, as he starts to devour you in kisses. His lips were engulfing yours, and he slid his tongue in, tasting the whip cream in your mouth. It was dirty, sloppy… it was almost like he was trying to eat you whole. “Mmhnph” He moans into the kiss, stopping to grab your hips as you break the kiss. A long  piece of saliva connects you two together by the mouth, his spit dripping from his chin “Shut up, get on the counter.” It wasn't even an ask, it was a demand.. You could see his lust blown pupils staring at your face, and your tits. He helps you hop up on the counter, and massages your breasts as you throw your head back.

“Yeah? You fuckin like that right? Could tell they were sensitive today, you were practically quivering when you got dressed this morning.” Those damn words sent heat straight to your core. Yeah, you were sensitive, but how the fuck did he figure that out? Your thoughts were quickly interrupted as he unclipped your bra and threw it off, hitting the kitchen floor. But right before you could protest to be gentle because it's very delicate, he attached his lips to your nipple, sucked it into his mouth and nibbled on it. You squirm against the counter, rocking your hips against it so you can cause friction to your clit in your panties. 

You let him suckle on your nipple, letting out loud moans as you grab his curls. He pulled back and grabbed and groped them, pinching and rolling them between his fingers, making you throw your head back. “Fuck.. you look so fuckin pretty like this. Look at that, your pretty little collar bone is sticking out… makes me want to lick it.” Letting out a gasp at his dirty words, you lift your head up, only to drop it back again instantly when he pinches them hard. “Lay down baby. I have something that I know we will both enjoy.” You do as he says, laying back on the counter, the cold granite making you shiver. If  you didn't already have goosebumps before, now you definitely do. Anakin grabs something that you can't really see, until it's hovering above your face. The whipped cream can from earlier. He sprays it all across your tits, letting a moan out at the sight. “Fuck…. You look so good like this. It would look better if it was my cum.” You moan at his words, and how he spreads the whip cream over your tits with his hands, perking up your nipples. He shoved his whip cream covered fingers in your mouth. “Suck.” He demands, and you follow. You lick and suck on his fingers,  while he looks at you in the eye, letting out a grunt” “Fuck… this is so fucking hot. I can't believe I didn't do this before.” He keeps his fingers in your mouth, and slowly leans down, licking across your sternum at the whip cream that had dripped down.

He left messy, gross kisses across your chest, before slurping at your nipples, and licking tem, lapping up all the whip cream he had spread around. Your moans are muffled as your mouth is filled with his fingers, making you gag a little. Of course, he shows no mercy and keeps them in your mouth. “Come on baby… be a good girl for me and let me lick up the mess I made. Can you do that for me? Please? I know you can make me a doll.” He starts licking across your areolas, licking up all the whip cream, leaving them just on your nipples. He goes down and sucks one of them, then flattens his tongue and rubs it against it. You were whining against his fingers, making him ridiculously hard. He slowly pulls off your pants and panties in one quick motion as he sucks on your tits. Once he detaches, he goes down and spreads your legs, looking at the soaked mess you made for him. If he couldn't get any nastier, he then dipped his head between your legs, smelling your pussy slick with your sweet arousal. “Fuck, you smell so fucking great.” He murmurs this, before dipping his tongue between your slit and licking up and down, trying to collect all of your wetness that leaked out. You squirm against the cold counter and he pulls his fingers out of your mouth as he watches the saliva drip, and wipe his hand across your tits. “Mmmm, are you ready baby? Are you ready for this cock? I don't think so….” He was cruel with his teasing. You needed him to stuff you, so, so bad. “Anakin please!” You whine, blabbers and begs spilling out of your mouth. He slowly pulled down his pants to free his cock, and fisted it in front of you proudly, precum leaking and dripping down his cock. “You want this baby? You sure? Can you handle it baby? Did I get you wet enough?”

This isn't fair. You teased him back by tracing your finger along his dick, collecting his precum and licking it off of your fingers, while keeping eye contact. He lets out a moan at the sight, then stands between your legs. “You are such a slut.. Do you know what little sluts get? I bet you do.” He lines his cock up and slowly pushes himself in, stretching your walls perfectly. “Open your mouth.” You do as he says, only to feel cold whip cream hitting your tongue as he sprays it in. He starts slowly moving himself back and fourth inside of you, stretching you and getting you wet enough to be able to fuck you comfortably. “Don't eat it. Stay like that, with your mouth open. Good girl.” His praises made you clench around him, making him spank you.

Cold whip cream sprays all over your chest and stomach, making you clench as it touches your nipples. He was wasting so much.. But could you really complain when he is fucking you on the counter? He pulls you closer to him on the counter, spearing you on his cock, making you take it down to the base. You let out small moans with a mouth full of whip cream. Anakin then leans over and is on top of you fully, chest to chest, covered in whip cream. He started thrusting into you, causing a slippery mess between you two as your bodies rode against each other, smearing the whip cream across your chests.  Connecting your mouths in a kiss, he tongues the whip cream out of your mouth into his, licking the inside of your mouth, he is eating it out of yours. You two sloppily french kiss as he fucks you, his dick hitting the spots that made you incredibly wet, and making that coil in your belly tighten. Your eyes open and widen, as you moan against his mouth, pulling his head away from yours. “Fuck! Anakin… you are gonna make me cum!” You look down where your bodies connected, seeing a gigantic mess of whip cream rubbed into your skin, and then his cock making a little home in your cunt. Anakin's head leans down after staring at the point where you two joined. “You love looking at that baby dont you? You like seeing my cock digging into you? Hitting all those good spots? I know baby, I know.” You let out small, long moans as you tighten around him, making his pace speed up.

“Ugh.. You close baby? I can feel it… you’re gonna milk me if you keep it up.. Fuck!” Anakin exclaimed. His dick hit all of your good spots, massaging you deeply inside. With a long moan your legs shake, and your release pours out of you, all across his cock and leaking down onto the counter. Anakin fucks you deeply through the release, chasing his own climax. “Ahhh~ You ready baby? Ready for me to fill you up? I have a lot for you.. Here it comes”

Anakin lets out grunts as you feel his hot seed spill inside of you, covering his cock as he fucks himself through it. You two lay on each other for a while, moaning and recovering from your high. Anakin slowly pulls out of you and sees his cum spill out… now creating two creamy messes. 

[forcemeanakin]

𝗙𝘂𝗰𝗸 𝘆𝗼𝘂𝗿 𝗯𝗼𝘆𝗳𝗿𝗶𝗲𝗻𝗱 ('𝘀 𝗱𝗮𝗱) - 𝗣𝗮𝗿𝘁 𝟮

•WARNINGS: Semi-smut. Age gap !!! Infidelity kink !!! (you’ve been warned, so if you do not agree pls leave because I’ll delete any hateful comments about this). Dirty talk, teasing in a public space, voyeurism, make out session. Mentions of an unhappy relationship/divorce/troubled marriage. 

Pairing: dilf!Anakin Skywalker x female!reader.

Series Summary: Luke takes you home for Life’s Day. On the edge of giving up on you two, Skywalker manages to light up a fire inside of you again. Problem is… wrong Skywalker.

Part Two Summary: After your little moment with Mr. Skywalker last night, you’re determined to persuade your father-in-law into fucking you. Right on the dinner table with everyone else around. Including your boyfriend. 

Word count: 3.5K.

Link to Part One

A/N: NOT PROOFREAD, english is my second language, so please be gentle. If there are any mistakes, pls let me know in private so I can correct them, thanks :) Also I have a serious issue between differentiating “in” and “on” situations, so bare with me lmao. 

I’m super excited to announce that I’m very motivated to continue the journey of this pairing, so I’ll be turning FYBD into a series! :) but please be patient! I don’t usually deliver short fics, that’s why it takes me so long to post ! (also look at me trying to polish my themes, omg who am I?)

NEXT PART WILL BE PUBLISHED ON SATURDAY !!!! <3 Consider this as a Part 2.1. If you wanna be tag on it, leave me a comment below :)

“Alright, everyone gather at the table! Dinner 's ready!” Padmé yelled, placing the last set of plates while Leia dropped the center piece. 

“Sugar, you look like a million bucks.” Luke complimented your outfit while you finished up accessorizing, hiding your eye roll by clipping your earrings. 

Last night, you eventually made it to bed with him, feeling uneasy the rest of the night. You gave Luke your back, refusing to cuddle or respond to his arms wrapped around your waist. Tossing and turning, every time you shut down you dreamed about Anakin and his lustful orbs. And, unlike someone with common sense, you didn’t feel guilt from your forbidden target. No, it riled you up even more. 

Being spooned by your boyfriend while thinking about his dad. 

The naughtiness of it was a thrill you didn’t want to stop chasing.

“Is that dress new?” From the moment you woke up to this very instant, Luke hadn’t stopped apologizing and drowning you in compliments and demonstrations of affection.

Yet you still hadn’t responded to him with the same tenderness, prolonging your fight. The reality was that you had already forgotten all about the “slut” bomb, but staying angry at him somehow justified daydreaming about fucking Anakin. 

“Thank you.” You replied coldly, checking yourself one last time in the mirror, turning around to make sure the back side wasn’t wrinkled.

You had chosen the tight, long, black dress even before making it your personal mission to seduce your boyfriend’s dad. You were now thanking Y/n from the past for packing something so flattering and form fitting to this particular event. It’s not like you were out of place, everyone was dressing up as well. 

“Guys! I’m not calling you again!” Padmé rushed. 

“Y/n I don’t want us to keep fighting… Not this weekend, please?” Luke caught your attention by trapping your hands inside his palms. “I’ll do better. Be more adventurous for you…” He murmured, caressing your arms with tenderness. Arching an eyebrow at your cleavage, “Maybe make it up to you tonight?”

Disappointment settled in your chest at the prospect of not spending the night with Anakin.

“Sure.” You faked a smile. “I’d like that.”

“Great.” He kissed your cheek, missing your horrorized face. “Now, after you, m’lady.” He exaggerated a bow for you to walk in front of him.

You snorted, “You’re such a dork.”

Luke escorted you to the table, pulling your chair to sit right in the middle of him and the empty head of the table. Right in front of you was Padmé, with a gorgeous light blue gown and beside her was Leia, who was trying to sit down Han at the other head of the table.

“I don’t want to sit right in front of your dad!” He whispered-yelled, being harshly pushed by his girlfriend to sit his ass down. To be such a tiny person, she sure was strong.

“Try to bond!” She whispered back, fanning herself so the sweat wouldn’t ruin her makeup.

“I'll get food poisoning” He huffed, crossing his arms in a childish manner. “And he’ll puke in my face.” 

You couldn’t help but giggle, accepting Padmé’s offering of a glass of wine while observing Han’s pout.

“Easy for you to laugh, newbie.” He scoffed with his usual feistiness. “Could you please do something despicable so he hates you instead of me?”

Oh, you sure had done something to scare him off. 

After he practically ran away from you at full speed, you hadn’t seen him all day. Leia and Han adopted you the whole morning, taking you to pick up some stuff for dinner and showing you around the area. Luke joined in at lunch time, after dealing with a way-too-long call from his friend Din. And even when you came back to the house, Anakin was secluded in his little cave, his personal workshop, in the back of the house and hadn’t showed up at all. 

“Y/n, love that dress, you’ll have to lend it to me.” Leia complimented mid sip.

“Manners, Leia.” Padmé scolded her, head moving in disapproval as she set her napkin on her lap.

“You can borrow it whenever you want.” You winked at the short girl, earning a heartfelt smile. 

“It’s perfect for my funeral.” Han dramatically threw himself on the backrest.

“Han, I can’t think of something I could do that would make him dislike me more than you.” You joked, cracking a breadstick. 

Yes, you could.

“Maybe you could kick R2. At least that’s what Han did.” Luke snorted, Han’s head snapping to send daggers to the blonde. 

“I didn’t kick R2!” Han raised his voice while wincing. 

“Yeah, you did.” Leia murmured under her breath. 

“I accidentally fell on him!  How was I supposed to know that he was behind me?” Han freaked out, dramatizing the scenery. “Oh, who am I trying to convince? You already made up your mind about it.” He dismissed the potential debate, shooting the rest of his beer. 

“Han, you’re overreacting, he doesn’t hate you.” Padmé reassured him with a soft smile. “That much.” She said under her breath. 

“How bad could dad actually be?” Luke rolled his eyes, picking one of the entreés to stuff into his mouth in one bite.

You googled him while you were supposed to be showering: the “Hero with No Fear” had enough battles, manslaughtering and war crimes under his belt for Han’s panic to have grounds, your deep investigation showed.

“Ha! You haven’t endured his bullying for two years.” Han crossed his foot over his knee. 

“And counting.” The voice that had you clenching around nothing boomed through the air, his figure appearing just when Han was about to eat a piece of breadstick, immediately choking. “Good, now I don’t have to do it myself…” Anakin muttered under his breath.

Anakin’s eyes widened when he distinguished that the seat reserved for him was right by your side. His usual seat was always at the head of the table, but having you at arm's reach was exceptionally dangerous after the occurrences of last night. It felt like all his hard work of avoiding you all day was just thrown into the trash with a single sweep. He convinced himself that he had to push through dinner, eating faster than usual and quickly returning to his workshop and wait until everybody left the dining room, so he could safely seek refuge in his bedroom.

Nonetheless, faith had a different path for him. One of painful blue balls and heavy sweating. 

Why did you have to wear that dress? Was it indeed appropriate for a family dinner or was it just him thinking too much of it with the head inside his pants?

And why were you smirking at him like he was the meal you were about to devour?

“Anakin, good, you’re here. Let’s say grace so we can properly start eating.” Padmé announced, glaring at her son that was currently on his third appetizer.

Padmé thanked the Maker for having the whole family here, making special emphasis on being grateful for you this year, the new member of the family. You popped an eye open, and voilá, Anakin was staring at you while her wife praised you to the rest of the table. Separating your palms from praying position, you dropped one on top of his, careful not to make a single noise. You drew random figures inside his palms with your nail, biting your lip as you checked him out. If his handsome face wasn’t enough already, he was wearing a full suit, black tie on top of a white buttoned up. 

Perfect to rip apart.

“And please bless this delicious meal that it’s about to feed us… Amen.” Right before she could pronunciate that final word, Anakin had slapped your hand away. “Alright, let’s dig in! Ani, honey, could you do the honors and carve the turkey?”

Whatever that would keep him away from temptation. 

Getting up, Anakin picked up the utensils, turning the turkey around to cut into it. Doing the proper round, he asked every single person their meat preferences before making the incision, starting with his wife. Anakin quickly ruled that him with knives and using his strength to lash a large piece of meat wasn’t the best evasive mechanism when he spotted you drooling over his flexed bicep. 

“Dad, I want a leg.” Leia requested, passing up her plate to him.

“Sure, darling.” Anakin propped the leg on her plate carefully. “Good choice.”

“I want one too, please.”  Han put his plate up in his direction.

Anakin glared and huffed, but eventually dumped the requested piece on Han’s dish. “Fucking child…”

Giving up, Han dropped on his chair, violently biting the leg. After Luke picked white meat, Anakin had no other choice but to pay attention to you. 

“Y/n-” He cleared his throat, ignoring your subtle attempt to press your cleavage against the table so your tits would pop into his vision. “How do you like your meat?”

Anakin regretted that question the second he formulated it. Although, he was appreciative that the brawl between the twins deprived everyone else from your answer. 

You offered your plate to him, wide doe eyes as your foot grazed his shin. “I like my meat tender.” Your velvety voice sent an electric wave directly to his groin.

The rest of the dinner was no better. 

Playing footsie, curling your hair with your finger, glancing at him longer than necessary, more lascivious than necessary. There was this particular moment that still had his mind-blown: You, leaned over to Luke to whisper something in his ear, gaining a laugh from him in complicity and sealing the adorable scene with a quick peck, all while your sandal made its way up to an escalating boner inside Anakin’s underpants. 

“Pass the salt, please.” Anakin requested out loud, clearing his throat, seeking a distraction.

But you were fast as a bolt. 

“There you go, sir.” Flashbacks from your face all flustered calling him that kicked in, the salt shaker falling from his hand at his nervousness and the contact of your hand. 

“Y/n, question.” Leia broke through the madness of noises. 

“Of course, shoot.” Anakin was amazed at your ability to smile like nothing was happening underneath the table, like you weren’t trying to touch his thigh underneath the table cloth with the hand that wasn’t supporting your chin. 

“What’s your major? I think I haven’t asked you that yet.” Leia swallowed a spoonful of sweet potato casserole. 

“I’m a psych major.” You drank a bit of your wine. 

“Oh, that solves the mystery. You’re dating Luke as an experiment, aren’t you?” Leia mocked, earning a kick from her brother. “Auch, laser brain!”

“Leia!” Padmé scolded her. 

“My God, have you been psychoanalyzing us this whole time?” Han stopped chewing his biscuit as he stared deep into your soul. “How bad is it?” He was dead serious.

“Oh my- No! No! I haven’t, I promise.” You totally had.

“Could you please prescribe something to mom so she relaxes once in a while?” Leia begged. “Or give her a session, whatever works.”

“Bet you are thrilled to hear Y/n is a psychologist, huh, sir? Know how much you love shrinks, Mr. Skywalker.” Han’s sarcasm revealed -in a very obvious way- how much Anakin did not like your profession. 

“Still better than being a smuggler.” Anakin bit down on a piece of meat with venom directly right at Han. 

“Oh, dad!” Luke exclaimed. “You should do dad!”

You grinned at the way Anakin almost spit his drink. 

“I’m so open to that, sir.” You turned to meet the former Jedi’s face and smirked with mischief at Anakin’s knuckles turning white on his grip on the chair. 

“Do you do the little shrink couch thing?” Han wondered with his mouth full. 

“I mean, if the patient wants to lay down while I do all the work, that’s fine by me.” You laughed innocently, batting your eyelashes to Anakin the second everyone got distracted trying to guess what you would diagnosed Han with.

Sensing Anakin’s heavy breathing, you did the whole charade of dropping your fork onto the floor, obliged to pick it up. As much as Anakin tried to nervously hide the bulge in his pants, you confirmed that your little game was in fact working. You sat back on your chair with a victorious snicker.

“Oh, c’mon dad! Let Y/n work her magic on you! You bottle so much stuff, it’s good to let them out.” Leia reasoned, completely missing the panicked face of the woman that gave birth to her.

“Suddenly, I’m full.” Anakin announced, cleaning the sauce off the edges of his mouth and tossed the napkin to his plate, getting ready to leave.

“You can’t go, we haven’t had dessert yet.” Padmé frowned, signaling with a harsh glare to sit back down. 

“Why don’t Luke and I take care of that?” You stood up, picking up the empty plates around. 

“Oh, no, sweetie, you’re a guest-” 

“No problem at all! Please let me take care of you.” The fact that you said that while collecting Anakin’s plate was a true coincidence. 

“Only if you let Han and I wash the dishes!” Leia negotiated, following her mother’s welcoming values.

“Shut up, I bet they were going to do it anyway.” Han grunted with gritted teeth. 

“We’ll be back with dessert.” You declared, dividing the tower of plates and walking to the kitchen with your boyfriend. 

While Luke threw away the leftovers, you came back to scoop up the rest of the plates with the side dishes and so. You surveyed everyone about their dessert preferences, until you reached a spot next to Anakin. 

“Padmé, back me up here! Wouldn’t it be cool if we save money on rent and live in the Falcon?” Han upped his voice to match Leia’s.

“I'm not living on a ship that’s falling apart, Han!”

“It would be an adventure every day!”

Sliding by Anakin’s side to hoist up the gravy bowl, you briefly grazed his shoulder with your chest, excusing the lame contact by your need to stretch for the dish. While you were leaned over him, the low-cut of your dress exposed to his delight, you turned your head and asked him:

“Would you like dessert, sir?” No one would figure that your question had any double meaning, but Anakin knew the filthy desires your eyes hid. 

“Not for me, thanks.” He smiled curtly, doing a superhuman effort not to fall into the teasing of your playful peaks behind the tight fabric. 

“Are you sure, Mr. Skywalker? The pie’s so soft and warm, very creamy. Baked it myself.” Anakin visibly shuddered, inhaling sharply as he closed his eyes while gripping the armrest. 

You grinned, thanking your hair for covering your expressions to the rest of the family so you could bite your lip lecherously. 

“On a diet.” He spat, playing with his fork to avoid the magnetic pull of your wanting eyes. And if you hadn’t taken the hint, he rubbed his eye with his left hand, showing off the gold band in his ring finger. 

“Please, it’s cheat day.” You curved your lips into a smirk, feeling clever at the pun. “Just a taste? Bet you’ll love it.” That tortuous glint in your eyes. It had him, it had him good. 

“He’s always playing hard to get, Y/n. Bring him a piece!” Padmé interrupted the moment, smiling at you and Anakin, unaware of the tension she had just cut off. 

“I see that.” You finally left the table, not without grazing his back with your swaying hips.

“You know what? I’ll help you with these.” Anakin barked, standing up and picking the few dishes left.

“Oh-” You stiffened at his huge figure walking towards you. You were not prepared for him to bite into the trap. “Not necessary, sir. I’ll come back for the rest.”

“Let me. It’s the least I can do.” Standing in front of you, he raised his eyebrows to hurry you. 

Nervously, you made your way to the small aisle before the kitchen, feeling the powerful pounding of your heart. His presence hung heavy behind you and suddenly the bravery you had flagged during supper had magically disappeared, the only trail it left were your jelly legs. Mere feet from the kitchen door, you felt a pull from your waist, your back stamping against the wall. 

“Is this funny to you?” Anakin glared at you, pressing your torso enough to threaten your ability to breathe. “Trying to break up a marriage, being the homewrecker of your boyfriend’s family? While he’s at the table?”

You tried to escape, fighting against him for your release. But if the enlarging of his nostrils was any sign, you were not going anywhere anytime soon. It was time to summon that feistiness back. 

“You can’t mess up something that’s already broken.” You snapped, squinting your eyes. “Why are you really here Anakin? To tell me off?” You cocked an eyebrow, glancing down at him. “You don’t seem rather convincing.”

Being between a rock and a hard place had a whole other meaning when you were sandwiched between the wall… and Anakin’s crotch. 

“Stop it.” He demanded, seeing the way you put aside the dishes on a nearby table to play with the lapels of his suit. 

“That’s not what you were saying last night.” You grazed your lips against his chin, enjoying the quivering that came from it. “Why do you fight it, Anakin? And don’t pull up your lame excuse of a marriage, when we both know that’s not the reason.”

Anakin pushed you by your throat, your head hardly banging against the wallpaper. He overlooked your whining, taking advantage of your dizziness to get his point through.

“Forget me, Y/n. All about me. All that happened.” He warned in a deeper voice. “For my sake. For yours.”  

“Tell me you don’t want me, Anakin, and I’ll stop, hell, I’ll fucking leave.” You murmured with a fire in your eyes letting him know that you weren’t joking around. “Just say the words and I’ll be out of your face.”

Disappointment settled in Anakin’s chest at the prospect of not seeing you anymore. 

So he stayed silent, waiting for the duel inside his head to end and speak the winner’s name: lust or reason. Luke’s voice calling for his girlfriend helped the struggle come to a conclusion. 

“You haven’t answered the question.” You reminded him, to his disdain. “I want you, Anakin, you-”

“Forget me, Y/n. It may be too late for me, but there may be salvation for Luke and you.” He advised, pushing the plates back to you, stepping back. 

“Y/n! I need help over here!”  Luke again.

“Alright. Loud and clear, sir.” You spat, brushing past Anakin while he still stared at the floor.

Marching down to where the voice was calling you, you encountered Luke elbow deep into the water.

“Hey, you brought the rest of the-” 

“Did you mean it? When you said you wanted to be more spontaneous?” Your breathing was irregular from the adrenaline rush. 

“What?” Luke frowned, drying up his forearms with the hand towel. 

“Kiss me, Luke. Kiss me now.” You demanded, wrapping your arms around his shoulders and pressing against him.

“It’s everything okay? Why-”

“Luke! Please.” You purred on his ear, peppering smooches along his cheek. “Kiss me, please.”

Once Luke caught up with your level of neediness, he delivered the antidote for your hornyness. Hands fixed on your hips, Luke’s lips found yours and played along at the dangerous pace you set. The makeout session quickly escalated: out of nowhere you were roughly jammed against the counter top, manly hands sliding to your back side to squeeze some of the fat. You reciprocated Luke’s attention by playing with his hair as you sucked his bottom lip. It wasn’t nearly as exciting as kissing Anakin; because even when you and Luke were almost sucking each other’s face off, he was still too gentle for you.

But thrill didn’t take long to appear through the door. 

Anakin’s stroll to the kitchen ceased at the door frame, when he spotted the heated embrace you two were entangled in. Thankfully, the only person he could see was you and barely because of Luke’s back. So your visual connection was only possible because you managed to angle your boyfriend so you could see Anakin above his shoulder. 

Luke moaned when you hugged him tighter, kissed him harder. 

“Y/n.” He moaned, unaware that your sudden passion was boosted at the sight of his dad’s heaving chest.”You’re so hot, sugar.”

“I want you.” You whimpered, staring dead into Anakin’s eyes. “I need you.” Your naked leg escaped the slit from your dress, surrounding Luke’s hip. “Just do it. Give it to me.”

Whatever sweet nothing Luke murmured into your ear flew right under your radar as you delighted yourself with the view of Anakin’s hurting frown. The image was ripped away from you when Luke physically circled your attention back to you. 

“You’re so beautiful, Y/n. You’re too much for me.” Thanking him, you came back to kissing, the only escape route you had at hand to evade his love bombarding. 

However, Luke’s cringy dirty talk was the second most disappointing thing to happen in that kitchen, just after Anakin leaving.

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[magaestheticc]

i think ur requests are open? idk I'm sorry if they're closed just ignore this. Blurb where anakin from Star Wars has a dream/nightmare that you're alive and somethings pulling at him, when he wakes up, he realizes it's the force, and that it's telling him you're alive.

Turning Tides

Pairing: Anakin Skywalker x Reader

warnings: death (somewhat vivid but not very detailed gore wise), angst, nightmares

word count: 564

summary: anakin has a dream, which quickly turns into a nightmare. The force is trying to tell him something important, something about two people he holds dear. 

a/n: please keep sending in requests! it can be of any character/celeb or you can pick someone off my masterlist!

You sat in the grass watching Anakin from across the field, he was smiling and a part of you wanted to get up and sprint over to him, but you knew that would more than likely result in you tripping over the bottom of your dress. So instead, Anakin jogged over to you. 

When he finally reached you he plopped down in the grass beside you and took your hand in his, “to what do I owe the pleasure my lady?” you feigned innocence and softly smiled back, “you’re to escort me home.” she spoke. Within seconds Anakin was bursting out in a fit of laughter. 

No noise came from you. Your grip on his hand had become deathly tight and his fingers had started to turn white, he looked up at you, your face drawn into a tight line and your eyes burning holes into you, “y/n?” he questioned, your mouth parted to form a small circle and a dark crimson began to bloom from your torso. 

He looked down, realizing this, and watched as a hooded figure withdrew their saber from your body, you fell forward into Anakin with a small gasp from your lips and you watched with the last bit of life you had as Anakin’s panicked eyes met your own. 

“No- no no no.” he muttered.

He ran his hand over your cheek and forced a few strands of hair out of your face, “you’re going to be fine my lady.” his efforts to stop the bleeding were useless, only more blood poured out from your wound. And as much as he wanted to stay with you, there was something tugging on him, settling you into the grass, he stood and walked off in the direction of the hooded figure.

He’d stopped walking, and his back was to Anakin as he approached. He realized as he came up behind the man that the land around them had slowly turned to beach. There was sand everywhere, it was beneath him, to his left and right, and further ahead the ocean waves slapped against the very sand he was standing on. 

Without warning, the hooded figure spun around with his lightsaber, Anakin reached for his own, but it wasn’t there. It wasn’t anywhere near him. He dodged out of the hooded man’s path and trained his eyes on the saber in his hands, it was blue. He could’ve sworn he recognized it. But no, it couldn’t have been, right?

“You mistake my actions as evil, young padawan.” 

He knew that voice, there was no mistaking it. 

Obi-Wan Kenobi.

“Why?” he spoke his voice cracking as he stared the man down, “it was for your own good Anakin, she is dead because of your callous thoughts.” 

He shook his head, with another swing of his arms the bottom of his saber smashed into Anakin’s face and sent him sprawling in the sand. The smell, God, it was so strong, it was you, and he couldn’t stand how overwhelming it was. 

He leaned down, his face inches away from the boy’s ear, “you mustn’t seek her out Anakin.” Without so much as a look of shame, Obi-Wan drove the saber into Anakin’s heart.

He woke covered in sweat and panting, quickly, he drew the sheets from over his body and stared out towards the window. 

You were alive. 

Now, he just had to find you. 

[x-childish-x]

Hey Moll! Can I request NSFW prompt 10 and 15 (for Anakin Skywalker, if you write for him?

One Night

Pairing: Anakin Skywalker x fem!reader

Fandom: Star Wars

Warnings: NSFW, smut

Word Count: 828

A/N: Hello lovely! Of course you can! I hope you enjoy it and that it's something of what you wanted. I truly appreciate all the support and love! Thank you so much for this request. Anyways, feedback is always welcome and encouraged!

Summary: Anakin and you swear that the kiss that leads to more, will only be one night.

(gif not mine!)

"Just once," You mumbled against Anakin's lips as you fumbled to close the door behind you, "Just one time and never again."

Anakin nodded, his hands trailing your body before finally grabbing under your thighs and lifting you effortlessly, "Mhm. Mhm. No talking about it, just one night. Got it."

"One night."

Your voice was muffled by Anakin's lips attaching to yours once more. You wrapped your legs around his waist and groaned softly at the feeling of his erection pressing against your clothed heat. Both of you worked quickly to get the other's tops off while maintaining the make-out. Anakin groaned loudly as you rubbed down against him.

"God, (y/n), you'll be the death of me," Anakin mumbled, moving down your neck, nipping and licking as he went.

"Wanna bet?"

Anakin chuckled at your challenge, walking over to the bed and dropping you on it. You smiled as he tugged off your pants, a hungry look filling his eyes. You beckoned him, and the sandy-blonde-haired boy crawled up you quickly, his eyes ravishing you laying out for him like you were.

"One night," Anakin sighed, kissing his way up your chest.

You nodded, "Just one. So you better show me what you got, Ani."

He kissed your lips fiercely, mushing them together as he pushed down his pants. Anakin smiled as he pulled away and watched your shocked reaction as you took in the size of him. Anakin knew he was larger than average and took pride in flaunting it.

"I don't wanna break you," Anakin smirked, rubbing his tip between your folds as you gasped.

You grabbed onto Anakin's shoulders, your eyes locking with his as you spoke, "Don't be gentle."

Without another word, Anakin slammed himself into you, filling you up entirely with ease. He thrust into you quickly and mercilessly, setting a quick, hard pace that had you moaning loudly. You knew you were in too deep that even if the two of you managed to keep this as a one-time thing, the memories wouldn't be.

The two of you molded together perfectly, like two halves finally becoming whole after years apart. There had always been sexual tension between the both of you, but you had never expected anything to actually come of it. He was a Jedi Knight, and you were a Jedi Master, something he envied you for greatly.

If this was the last time... if this was the only time you ever got with Anakin, it still wouldn't change anything. You knew it was too late. The moment your lips had first connected in the training room you'd been left alone in, you knew it. No kiss would ever be the same. No sex would ever compare. Nobody's touch would ever affect you the way Anakin did, and Anakin's touch would never be innocent like it once was.

Moans and whines fell from your lips as Anakin pounded in and out of you, hitting your g-spot each and every single time. Your nails dug into his shoulders, leaving crescent moon marks in their wake. How could sex be so overwhelmingly amazing? Was it breaking the rules? Or possibly the built-up sexual tension?

A dark, betraying part of your mind couldn't help but think that this would be nice. Being with Anakin like this, whenever you pleased, a relationship with the slightly older Jedi Knight. You let your eyes flutter shut, trying to block out your emotions and just enjoy Anakin. All six foot six of him setting your body on fire in ways that nobody else had ever managed to.

His hand snaked down between your two bodies, finding a way to your clit and immediately rubbing. You cried out at the sensation, seeing stars in your vision as your orgasm slammed into you. Anakin groaned at the feeling of you clenching around him, trying to milk him of his own juices. It wasn't much longer until Anakin was moaning and releasing himself inside you, using his arm to prevent him from collapsing on you.

"Fuck," Anakin groaned.

"Wow," you breathed out, watching Anakin carefully.

He dropped himself beside you, laying on his side as he caught his breath. You both lay in silence for multiple minutes, your eyes locked with one another as you focused on calming your racing heartbeats. While your heart was calming down, your mind was speeding up as the realization of everything dawned upon you. There was no coming back anymore.

"So..." You started softly.

A small smile came to Anakin's lips as he looked at you, "This is more than one night."

Heat flooded your cheeks as Anakin leaned in, kissing you deeply and immediately getting a response. You melted into the kiss, cursing yourself for allowing Anakin to be entirely correct. There had always been something more between the two of you, and as dangerous and bad as it was, there was no way that Anakin and you could ever be just one might.

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Get out of my head

Summary: An innocent training session with Anakin turns into something slightly more sexual

Pairing: Anakin Skywalker x f!reader

Warnings: Swearing, slightly public sex, fingering, filthy smut, inappropriate use of the force, overstimulation, ever so slightly dubcon, maybe slight degradation, unprotected sex (don’t try this at home)

This is my first time writing for Anakin, so I hope it turned out good. I am absolutely feral for this man, so tried to do him justice. Enjoy <3

You stumbled backwards, the blue lightsaber hurtling towards you just narrowly missing your face by an inch. Twirling your very own purple lightsaber, you did your best to skilfully counter the forceful swing heading right for your torso. The two beams clashed together in a glorious spark, the harmonious hum echoing throughout the training room. You struggled to push back against his lightsaber, his blue eyes holding your gaze as if challenging you.

You groaned as the beams of light neared your face, your arms aching from the strain. ‘I thought you were gonna go easy on me’ you grunted, eliciting a chuckle from the Jedi in front of you. ‘This is me going easy’ he smirked in response, not a hint of strain or struggle to be found. Cocky little bastard. You rolled your eyes and drew energy from the force around you, pushing his lightsaber back with yours causing him to slightly stumble backwards.

Not a second later, the beams of light were flying again, Anakin slowly backing you up further and further towards the wall behind you. Just as you had ducked down to avoid yet another effortless swing, Anakin held his hand out and before you could blink your lightsaber flew out of your hand, clattering a few metres away on the floor. You whipped your head around from where you watched your weapon settle, back to the devil in disguise before you.

‘We said no force’ you fumed, crossing your arms as you stared up at him angrily, face flushed from the intense workout that is any duel with your infuriating Jedi partner. ‘So what was that back there?’ he questioned, that unwavering grin still adorning his face, as if a sign were stuck to his face saying ‘I’m better than you’. He better wipe that smug look of his face before you…

‘Before I what?’ he challenged, taking a step closer to where you were stood. You forget how tall he is sometimes. ‘Get out of my head, Ani’ you seethed, eyes narrowing and fists clenching. ‘Why? Do you want me inside somewhere else, m’lady?’

You threw your hand out, slightly moving it to the side sending Anakin’s own lightsaber flying, joining yours on the floor. He opened his mouth in faux shock. ‘This is a training exercise advised so kindly by Master Obi-Wan, not a chance for you to flirt, Anakin’ you seethed, voice dripping with sarcasm. He shrugged innocently, that sly grin unmoved. That just pissed you off even more. His chin was tilted ever so slightly downward, so the whites underneath his eyes were visible. Your heart was struggling to keep up with the way he was looking at you, beating at gods know how many miles an hour. He took a step closer watching you intently as you took a step back. You weren’t scared, obviously, but something about him was so intimidating. Maybe the thought of how easily he could physically dominate you in a fight… or somewhere else… ‘I thought you didn’t want me in your bed’ he spoke nonchalantly, as if this was a normal conversation. ‘I said get out of my head’ you almost shouted, starting to reach your hand out towards the direction of your lightsaber before Anakin closed the distance between you in an instant, grabbing your arm. The sudden act made you jump back, however the wall was there to stop you. The cool stone made you flinch, turning around for a second only to turn back to Anakin’s face very much near yours. Your eyes widened. You felt like his prey, ensnared in his carefully crafted trap. Was this his plan all along?

Tilting your head up so you could actually meet his gaze, you furrowed your brow. ‘Stop this, Anakin. Let go of me’ you commanded, trying to stop the slight quiver in your voice, ignoring the way the gentle grip of his hand around your wrist set of just about every horny neurone in your body. ‘If you say so, m’lady’ he replied smoothly, releasing your arm to your surprising disappointment. You both stood there for a moment, him gazing down at you, you gazing up at him.

‘Stop calling me that’

‘Calling you what, m’lady?’

‘That’

‘But it’s so amusing’

‘I hate you’ you groaned, before you grabbed him by his robe and pulled his face down to yours. As you collided, he pressed you up against the wall, hands instinctively moving to surround your waist. His hands felt warm and secure, and you couldn’t help let slip a small moan. Anakin pulled away for a moment, laughing as he said ‘really y/n, kissing me with old Yoda next door. You better be more quiet than this when I fuck you’. He moved to trail kisses gently down your neck, sucking every so often leaving marks that were sure to remind you of your sins tomorrow. ‘Who said you’re gonna fuck me?’ you fired back, running your hands through his golden brown hair, grip tightening when he suddenly ground his hips against you, drawing out yet another moan. He paused his assault of your neck for a moment to look down at you, giving you that knowing look. ‘Shut up’ you breathed, even more pissed off than before. Blood rushed to your face, staining your cheeks a gentle pink as Anakin replied, ‘I didn’t say anything’. ‘Shut the fuck up’ you commanded, his smirk seemingly growing wider at your pathetic attempt at telling him what to do. You pulled his face back up to yours, kissing him as he effortlessly slid his hands up your thighs, picking you up so your legs were wrapped securely around his muscular waist. You could feel just how hard he was under you, and you couldn’t help but smirk against the kiss yourself.

Anakin pulled back for a moment to gaze up at you, fueling a slight annoyance within you that his lips were not currently attached to yours. He was the drug that you were already so helplessly addicted to. But oh god, the view of his angelic face from above him as he held you made you melt, and you felt yourself grow more turned on by the second. Anakin leaned in to kiss you again, his tongue entering your mouth as yours did the same. He swiftly carried you over to a huge desk lying against the wall, covered in all sorts of spare lightsaber parts, bandages and tools. Supporting you with just one arm, he used the other to swipe everything off of the table and placed you down on it, standing between your legs as he regained his position of power above you, not once breaking the kiss.

You reached out for the belt tying his Jedi robe together, undoing it as fast as you could. It slid off, followed by the robe, revealing Anakin’s perfectly sculpted body beneath. You couldn’t help but stare, drinking in the slopes and curves of his chest and abdomen, slightly losing yourself in the godly view before you. ‘See something you like?’ he smirked, as he took it upon himself to undo the belt securing your own robe. It slipped off, leaving your top half in just a bra. You watched him admire you, looking like he wanted to devour you, as you helped him to remove your trousers. He also moved to remove your bra, but you leaned away slightly. ‘Don’t get all shy on me now, y/n’ he chuckled, making you mumble a quiet ‘fuck you’, removing it yourself as to not give him the satisfaction. You slowly let the flimsy piece of fabric dangle from your hand, moving it and dropping it on the floor, leaving you bare to his hungry eyes. ‘Holy shit’ he muttered as he pulled you in quickly to the edge of the table, kneeling before you. Fuck.

He ran his hands up your thighs, kissing the insides gently, as he got closer and closer to where you needed him most. The whole time his eyes gazed right up into yours, and the eye contact was making you feral. You were practically dripping as he hooked his finger in the waistband of your pants, pulling them down over your legs. You were now entirely exposed to the Jedi before you, and yet you found it exhilarating. Anakin’s eyes widened slightly at the sight of your legs spread perfectly for him. His fingers ghosted at your folds, the light touches doing more bad than good. ‘All this for me?’ he asked, feigning shock as the tip of his fingers slid in and quickly out of your entrance, your slick coating his finger. ‘Ani c’mon’ you whined, tugging gently at one of his arms. If he thought you were going to sit there and take what he gave you… he was absolutely right. You were entranced by his every move. ‘You sound so pretty when you beg’ he replied, voice as smooth as silk, laced with lust. ‘I’m not begging I just want…want you’ you answered almost shyly, suddenly now averting your eyes from his. His hand reached out to tilt your head back towards his, saying softly ‘What do you want me to do, princess?’

‘Just stop staring and fuck me already’ you begged in annoyance, your tone reverting back to that sharpness and snappiness again. The corners of his mouth turned upwards as he said ‘Sorry I didn’t quite catch that’. You frowned and let out a heavy sigh before raising your voice slightly to say ‘oh please Master Anakin fuck me already’. Although sensing the hint of sarcasm, his eyes slightly darkened at the name you called him. ‘As you wish, m’lady ’ he replied smugly, licking his lips as his expression turned primal. He rose from where he was seated, pulling you in by the back of your neck and kissing you roughly.

He reached his hand down to free his dick from his trousers, but you pushed it away gently. You removed it yourself and began to stroke it as you felt his hips buck slightly into your touch, moaning into the kiss. Judging by the size of it, this was not going to be an easy ride, but at this point any pain would only add to the pleasure. Anakin moved impossibly closer, one hand travelling down to replace your hand to position the tip of his cock at your entrance, the slight pressure from him rubbing it up and down your folds making you want to squeeze your legs together. To your surprise, you found an invisible force keeping them apart, if not pushing them even wider. ‘Your gonna wanna keep them open for me’ he grinned, moving to plant kisses on your neck as he did before. He pushed in ever so slightly, using every ounce of self control not to slam into you right then and there. With every inch that slipped in, you felt your breath catch; you had never had someone so big.

Anakin broke the kiss, smirking. ‘Someone having a hard time taking it?’ he whispered in your ear, stretching your walls with a heavenly burn. When you didn’t answer, he pushed in impossibly deeper. You whined, gripping his broad shoulders for dear life as your eyes rolled into the back of your head. ‘Oh fuck me, Ani.’ you groaned, ecstasy burning through every nerve you had. He stilled for a moment, relishing the feeling of being inside of you, your walls hugging him just how he liked it. But as soon as he felt you adjust, he was pulling out slightly, before slamming into you more forcefully, over and over again. At first his thrusts were slow and meaningful, but soon he sped up and had your legs going weak.

Your breathing sped up, and your mind went foggy as you felt heat grow and spread to your entire body as you neared your release. ‘Fuck Ani, just like that’ you moaned as he lifted your legs to wrap around his waist, the new angle sending you into orbit. You were both growing very near to release, when Anakin moved his hand down to start rubbing circles on your clit. With him kissing and stimulating both your inside and out, soon you were at your breaking point and the knot building up inside you snapped.

You cried out, feeling wave after wave of pleasure, too stimulated to speak, his name along with a string of obscene curses leaving your mouth in a groan. ‘Oh yeah? You like that?’ he asked, his voice alone adding to the already overwhelming pleasure you were experiencing. With each thrust you felt your walls clench around him, legs shaking slightly as you began to come down from your high. However, instead of slowing down, Anakin started pounding into you harder and faster, not ceasing the motions of his hand on your clit.

‘A…Anakin I can’t…’ you whined, trying to push his hand away, but he simply used his impressive control of the force to move your hand away. He fucked you relentlessly, chasing his own release as your fists tightened around the edge of the table, feeling extremely overstimulated. Soon his thrusts started turning sloppy, and your mouth fell open in both pleasure and shock as yet another orgasm hit you with full force. Anakin’s breathless moans filled the air, a deep sensual ‘fuck’ whispered right by your ear. His hips stilled as he came deep inside of you, both hands moving to grip your hips and pull himself deeper within. You felt your walls clench around him as aftershocks of your second orgasm shook your body. Your foreheads rested against each other for a moment, both of you comforted by the other’s presence . As you both slowly came down from your highs, breaths ragged, Anakin slowly and agonisingly pulled out, and you fell back to lie down on the table beneath you.

The Jedi pulled his trousers back up, moving to gently lift you up and help you get dressed. He scooped you up in his arms, kissing you softly on your forehead. ‘Obi-Wan cannot find out about this’ you whispered, a small breathless chuckle escaping your lips though you were entirely serious. ‘How about a bath for now?’ he asked gently as he carried you out of the training room towards the corridor leading to his bedroom. Too exhausted to even muster a response, you simply nodded, looking up with adoration into his striking blue eyes. Words cannot express how much you longed for him to fuck you again and again in every position as soon as your legs decided to work once more. ‘They don’t have to work’ he shrugged as he neared his bedroom, making you roll your eyes. ‘I said get out of my hea…’ you began to protest before he ducked his head down and kissed you, softly this time, cutting you off. ‘Fine, at least give me that bath you promised first’ you giggled, as you felt his arm flex beneath you as one moved to open his door. ‘Why not both at the same time?’

[monamourbladie-mb]

Better?

Anakin Skywalker x reader [SMUT]

lets... not mention how long i was gone, okay? 😅 i won’t be gone like this again, i promise 🥺 i’ll get right back on requests and such, i just really REALLY struggled on this for some reason... ive got honestly no clue why but eh, here it is. i hope it was worth it! sorry the request took so long anons. 💕 ALSO big shoutout to @anakinswhore for lowkey giving me the inspiration to finish this 🥺 (everytime i almost scrapped this i remembered that my favorite fic writer on tumblr told me i got this, so i knew i couldn’t give up on this :’) thank you so much!

Plot: Anakin gets home from desling with the Bad Batch and is cranky. To help them both unwind, Anakin decides to bring Y/n with him while he showers.

WC: 2.3k

warnings: finger fucking, piv sex, unprotected sex [sorry it’s awkward to write condoms n shit like that— let’s pretend the force works to prevent pregnancy 😭]

Y/n had set down her holo communicator and sighed in frustration, looking at the time.

It was nearing 11 pm, and Anakin had yet to respond to her call. He had promised to call her the moment his mission with the Bad Batch was over, and it was almost 4 hours over the time he had promised.

She grumbled to herself and set it into her desk drawer, standing up and walking to their bedroom. Since it was getting late, she decided to start getting ready for bed. She decided to forego a shower and take it in the morning instead, her exhaustion and worry getting the better of her.

Sliding on her robe, she put her (h/c) hair in a small bun, laying on the bed. She pulled the sheets back and sighed softly as the cold, sheen silk covered her body.

Laying on her side, she did her best to suppress the fears of why Anakin was taking so long to talk to her - trying to stay in a positive mindset. But of course, the turmoil and constant loss from the War made her think differently.

As her mind grew darker, her need for sleep depreciated as she grew more worried. Huffing in frustration when some time had passed and she still hadn’t fallen asleep, she sat up and grumbled to herself.

It wasn’t like she could call Obi-Wan or another member of the council to see if he was alright - it could raise suspicion since, besides working alongside him during some battles, she wasn’t always in contact with him during the War.

Just as she was about to get up to get some water, the door opened and she felt Anakin’s presence through the Force.

She immediately jumped out of bed, retying her robe and rushing out to meet him. “Anakin! Are you okay? It’s so late-“ she began as soon as she saw him.

He sighed snd shut the door, immediately taking off his robe and throwing it over the back of the couch. “I’m sorry,” he said somewhat sternly, sounding exhausted.

“For what, Ani?” she frowned, crossing her arms. “Being late. As always...” he grumbled, walking over to her and kissing her cheek gently. “I didn’t mean to be, the mission went overtime, and we ran into some trouble.”

“Was it successful, at least?”

“Yeah, thankfully. Wasn’t at first, but, we got Echo home safe.”

“So... why do you seem so... down?” she bit her lip, following him into their bedroom.

“I’m exhausted, sweetheart. Completely drained. I’m sorry if I seem off, I was just put under tons of pressure between Rex and Hunter. They got in a big fistfight, and I had to break it up...” Anakin replied, sitting on the bed and sighing, resting his head in his hands.

“Oh, Ani...” she sighed, resting her hand on his shoulder snd rubbing it gently. “I’m sorry, I know the war is hard enough to deal with.”

He shrugged after a moment and grunted, leaning his head back as he sighed. “I think I’m going to take a shower and forget about this God awful day, I’m sorry.”

“That’s fine, I get it. I was planning on taking a shower too, actually, but I might later then.”

Anakin glanced over at her for a moment, sliding his tongue over his lips and letting out a low hum when she doesn’t move, “Aren’t you coming then?”

She raised a brow in confusion, “What? You want me to come with you?”

“You said you wanted to shower, right? Do it with me, no harm in that,” he responded.

She bit her lip, thinking about all the possible endings. She cautiously stood up, walking over to him, “You sure? I can wait, it’s no problem...”

“Y/n,” he said firmly. “What did I say?”

“You said come shower with me,” she repeated. Anakin nodded, “Well, do you want to or not?” he smirked slyly, crossing his arms and watching her curiously.

She took a moment to look up at him, moving up to kiss him gently, “Better get a move on then, you know I prefer it very hot,” she smirked.

He rolled his eyes playfully and deepened the kiss, moving his hands down her back slowly until she pulled away, “Now you’re the one holding us up.”

“Alright, alright, go and get things ready. I’ll be there.” He kissed her forehead gently then pulled away, walking out of the bathroom.

She suppressed a giggle and smile as she skipped to the bathroom, all the thoughts rushing through her mind as she imagined what could happen.

“You’re tired. He’s tired. I’m sure you’re just showering, don’t get your hopes up.”

Boy, that was a lie. She was brushing out her hair and Anakin stormed into the room, pressing her firmly against the counter, crashing his lips onto hers. She gasped into the kiss and dropped the brush onto the counter, gripping onto the counter sides to keep her up-right as he left no room between him, her, and the counter.

Her eyes fluttered close as he cups her cheeks, moving his human hand down the side of her face to her jawline slowly. “Take it all off,” he mumbles, his voice muffled against her soft lips. “I have other things in mind.

She whimpered against his mouth and pulled away for a moment, her chest heaving as she almost was gasping to catch her breath, “What about showering-?”

“Who says we’re not showering?” he smirked, undressing her with his eyes. She swallowed thickly at his gaze and moved to start striping down slowly, keeping eye contact with him.

“Now look at you, all riled up and nervous,” Anakin smirked crossing his arms and watching her.

“Don’t... don’t look at me like that,” she said softly after she got her bra off, her hands starting to tremble from excitement and straight nerves.

“Why not? It’s getting you to tremble, I like it,” his voice gets darker as he moved closer to her, kissing behind her ear. He moved his long fingers over her panties and hooked them in, slowly pushing them down as they fell to her ankles.

She felt shy and exposed as he pulled away to admire his prize, his eyes growing darker as he watched her. He moved his large hands to her smaller waist and pulled her flush against him, keeping his gaze on her face now, “Are you going to get in?”

She nodded, trying to pull away but his grip on her hipbones was too tight. He loosened his grip just enough for her to slink into the warm shower, and he followed suit right after.

He moved his hand to rub her back gently, keeping his ever-darkening gaze transfixed on her smaller body.

She purposefully tried to ignore him, keeping her back turned to his front as she wets her hair under the warm water trickling from the showerhead, trying to occupy her mind with anything but the obvious - she and her lover were showering together.

Anakin trailed his hands lower then moved so his front was placed firmly against her back, kissing the back of her neck, “Don’t ignore me, sweetheart. You’re on edge, let me help you.”

“I don’t know why I’m so nervous, I just,” she turned around and looked up at him and her breath hitched, gripping her hair tighter.

There her lover stood, towering over her with water droplets running down his long darkened brown curly hair onto his toned chest, the small droplets falling down his body over all his muscles.

An involuntary whimper escaped her lips as she shamelessly studied his figure, every inch, every angle... he was just perfect.

“You’re staring,” he smirked, his chuckle low as he pulled her flush against him, looking down at her with dark eyes, “take a picture, it’ll last longer.”

“Oh, shut up,” she said quickly, immediately slamming her lips onto his in a frenzied, heated swift movement. He let out a low growl against her lips in content as he pulled her as close as he could get her. She let out a soft moan into his lips as she felt his hard length press against her, causing her to shudder in anticipation.

“Now you’re needy, what changed, my love?” he pulled away from the intoxicating kiss to kiss and suck across her neck, making her moan softly, “I c-changed my mind,” she stammered, her mind blank and fuzzy with lust as her core began to throb with need.

“I can see that,” his voice was smooth yet deep, knowing he could do the slightest thing and get her riled up even further. He moved his hand and pushed her thigh up near his hip, moving it so he had more room as he danced his thumb over her clit slowly.

Her head fell against his chest and she let out tiny breathy whimpers against his skin, her hips jolting in surprise from the newfound pleasure, “Ani—“

“You’re such a needy little thing, aren’t you? You were acting all innocent earlier, and now that I'm rubbing my fingers all over you you’re a mess,” he clicked his tongue in teasing disapproval as he moved his pointer finger to slide into her heat quickly, alongside his middle finger.

Her eyes widened and she moaned loudly in approval, her heavy breathing against his chest quickening with each ministration.

“Ani, I j-just want you— please—!” she looked up at him with a lusty, needy gaze through her lashes, biting her lip to suppress more moans as he fucked her with his fingers. He grunted in response and curled them against her sweet spot, smirking at her reaction, “Is this what you wanted, sweetheart?”

“N-No—! I want your... i want y-your... fuck, Anakin!” she moaned in response, her hips starting to shake as Anakin knew how close she was already.

He chuckled darkly and leaned against her neck, sucking roughly over her already darkening hickeys as he started pounding his fingers into her harder, rubbing her clit faster, “Use your words, little one, I know you can.”

She threw her head back in ecstasy as she moaned, falling off the edge into bliss as Anakin fucked her through it with his fingers, his eyes wandering across her body now quivering from intense pleasure, water droplets falling from her hair down her breasts.

She went to speak when he silences her with an intoxicatingly passionate kiss, cupping her cheek with his metal hand as he helped her ride her high out, “Good girl...” he mumbled against her lips.

She felt completely out of breath, gripping his bicep for support as he pulled his fingers out of her, using his metallic fingers to brush away some of the wet hair from her face.

He moved her body further from the warm water of the shower so she wouldn’t get water in her eyes as he leaned her against the wall. Keeping his hand firm on her hipbone, he moved her thighs apart gently and began to pump himself slowly, his breathing picking up.

He looked in her eyes and saw an intense lusty gaze he hadn’t seen in them for awhile - and he immediately knew she wanted to continue. He moved his free hand to cup the back of her neck, moving her closer so he can kiss her deeply as he pushed himself into her quickly.

She gasped in surprise against his lips, her eyes fluttering closed as she felt him fill her up completely with one swift thrust.

She arched her back against him, gripping his back weakly as he immediately began rocking his hips into her at an unrelenting pace, grunting in her ear, “So fucking tight for me, angel... And so needy, letting me take you in the shower like this...”

She would never admit verbally just how much she loved his dirty talk, his dirty-natured words sending sparks throughout her pussy and her body as she gripped his hair tightly, “Please, this is all I’ve needed,” she moaned almost out of breath, her heart beating out of her chest as she tightened around him.

His loud growl in response edged her to start to roll her hips against his cock, and he smirked in response, leaning down to kiss across her throat, “So—fucking—tight...” he grunted into her ear, his cheeks burning bright red from the mixture of the hot sex and steamy shower.

Her legs buckled and he immediately gripped her closer to him and the wall, moving her to lean back against it more as he lifts her leg to get a deeper angle, causing her to cry out in ecstasy as the pleasure grew too great.

With her already sensitive, her high build much faster than usual and she gripped his hair tighter, digging her fingernails into the back of his head as she panted, her eyes rolling back, “Anakin—!” she moaned weakly.

He recognized that needy, breathy moan all too well as he knew she was close without her needing to say it. He kisses hot open-mouthed kisses across her throat and collarbone, moaning for her to cum for him as he lazily moved his finger down to rub her through her orgasm; the constant throb of her walls sending him closer to the edge.

She let out a loud breathy moan as her high overtook her, letting out small squeals and moans into his ear as it washed over her. She immediately felt numb as it ran through her, the sight of her moaning and the feeling of her throbbing harder causing him to cum. He leaned his head against hers, moaning shakily as he leaned against the wall to steady himself as he fucked them through it, his metal hand firmly on her hipbone to keep them upright.

Her breathing was shaky and uneven as they came down from their highs, and he kissed her hurriedly and softly, “Better?” she muttered against his lips. Anakin nodded softly and chuckled, pulling out after it had fully faded snd pulling them back under the direct range of the water, “Much, much better.”