#and anakin shrugs and is like not really you make it so good every time no matter the position

[xzaddyzanakinx]

Missed Me pt 2

Stepdad!Anakin Skywalker x femme reader

18+ MDNI

Warnings: cheating, oral, stepcest/inappropriate relationships

Info: mom comes home, shit gets complicated Also, just now realizing I should be putting ‘cheating’ in the warnings for all stepdad! fics… oopsie

Anakin had always been an athletic man, but right now his reflexes seemed to fail him. He froze with his mouth still suctioned to your cunt. His eyes locked onto you as if his brain had shut down. You tapped his forehead and it seemed to have hit his reset button because he scrambled up and smacked the garage door button repeatedly, willing it to close faster.

The moment he finally moved, you gathered up your clothes… or what was left of them and panicked. Anakin stared at you like he’d lost every thought in his head, before he laughed. A full loud belly laugh.

You broke out in a little smile and pushed past him to go into the house, making a run for your bedroom. Moments later you heard the front door open, the jingle of keys, and the dull thump of your mothers purse on the kitchen table.

“Anakin?” She called out.

You noted her voice seemed normal, unaffected. Breathing a sigh of relief you made yourself presentable and shoved your ruined clothes into your trash bin.

“Huh? What?” You heard Anakin yell back, muffled from the distance of the closed garage door to your room.

“Just seeing where you were that’s all babe.” She called back. Good. He’ll have time to pick up the mess he’d made from his frantic clearing of his work bench.

God he’s just so good at playing it cool. Huh? What? That little crack in his voice betrayed his nervousness and you hoped your mom didn’t question it.

You heard shuffling and decided it was probably safe to come out of your room. Walking into the kitchen you acted as normal as possible. You were out of practice for this sneaking around and you felt awkward and alittle dirty.

“Hey.” You smiled at your mom, who pulled you into a side hug while she was sitting at the kitchen counter flipping through the mail.

“How’s your day going sweetheart?” She asked, not looking up.

You turned to get a water from the fridge and leaned against the counter.

“It’s okay.” You said nonchalantly, “I slept in… but I was just about to go on a run actually.”

“Oh good! Why don’t you take the dog with you?” She suggested. “I’m sure she’d love a little trip around the neighborhood.”

“Yeah, that’s a good idea.” You nodded, noting a slight frown on her face when she finally looked up at you. Though it quickly faded and you wondered if maybe your guilty conscience had you seeing things.

“Well don’t let me keep you.” She smiled. “I probably won’t be here when you get back, I’ve got to go back into the office.”

“Really? I thought they were letting you have a full day off?” You asked in confusion, knowing she had requested that because of the doctors appointment she had just returned from.

“Yeah, there’s a trainee who fumbled some stuff while coding for the new website I’m working on.” She sighed, but brushed it off with a wave of her hand.

“Well… good luck fixing it then.” You shrugged, turning around and grabbing the dog’s leash.

“Chewie!” You said in your happy little ‘who’s a good puppy’ voice.

Your big, furry, German shepherd came running. She may look alittle scary, but she’s really just the sweetest girl. You ruffled the scruff around her neck and gave her a solid few pats to her side before clipping on her leash and heading outside.

Meanwhile Anakin had just finished picking up his disaster zone of a garage and slid himself back up underneath the vehicle he was repairing. He worked for a while there until he heard the garage door leading into the house open and the familiar *click-clack* of his wife’s work pumps.

“Hey babe.” He said flatly, unceremoniously inching back out from under the car. He grabbed his discarded t-shirt and wiped his hands and face with it before tossing it on the propped open hood of the car.

Your mom smiled, patting his cheek.

“Almost done with this one?” She asked, pointing to the vehicle.

“Yeah, the guys coming to pick it up tomorrow.” Anakin nodded. “And I’ve got an old Lincoln coming in tomorrow too. Somethin’ about the fuel injector.” He shrugged.

“Will you be done for the weekend though?” She asked, gently touching his forearm. “I was hoping we could have a date night.”

“Uh, well yeah sure.” He nodded, trying to sound enthusiastic. “I’m sure it’ll be alright if I push one back a day.”

“Really?” She smiled big and wide, “thank you, I’ll plan us something good okay?”

He nodded, giving her a smile that didn’t quite meet his eyes. Damn. He was a piece of shit, a horrible husband, and a terrible stepfather. That little glimmer of hope and happiness in his wife’s eyes… it still wasn’t enough. It never had been enough, not since the first time he’d had you.

He felt like throwing up. Wondering how his life had come to this. Desperately in love with a girl who was barely legal, while his perfectly willing and loving wife was standing right in front of him begging for his attention.

“C’mere.” He said after a moment of just staring into the nether, looking straight through those hopeful eyes.

He pulled your mom into a hug, and kissed the top of her head. He felt bad, and this would make it better. Or at least that’s what he told himself. A little apologetic affection, though of course he was the only one aware that this was an apology.

“Alright. I’ll let you get back to work.” Your mom said, a bright smile on her lips that Anakin didn’t even attempt to mirror.

He simply turned back around and leaned over the engine bay, surveying the work he had left to complete.

It was accidental. A completely innocent last glance at Anakin as your mother shut the door. But it was a more than enough to see the very visible, very fresh, red streaks on his upper back. She swallowed, opening the door again.

“Hey Ani?” She said, hiding the lump in her throat with a cough.

“Yeah?” He huffed, not turning around while he was elbow deep in the engine bay.

She asked where you were. Wanting to check her theory.

“She was on a run.” He said, looking back over his shoulder. “I figured she’d be back by now. Check her room I guess.”

“Alright.” She sighed, stiffly shutting the door.

You and Chewie were jogging through your subdivision, and finally decided to stop for a break under the shade of a large tree. Standing on the side walk you took a sip from your water bottle and leaned against the rough bark. Wiping the sweat from your face with the back of your hand.

As you screwed the lid back on you noticed a black streak on your skin.

Fuck.

Part three

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Leo Campo is a romantic. He’s a ladies man until he finds the one, but you better believe he treats every woman he’s ever hooked up with like they’re his world. He’s just an affectionate guy. Call it a symptom of being Italian. Pet-names roll off of his tongue smoothly, always punctuated with a little smirk.

“Can I get you anything else, sweetheart?” He’ll ask the unsuspecting girl at the bar.

The most frequent reply is “just your number,” which has definitely gotten old. He doesn’t actually give it out; he just takes them upstairs and gives them something better.

He’s a tender lover, always attentive to the needs of the woman he’s pleasuring. And the women are always satisfied.

Between the adoring nicknames and innate ability to make a woman cum three times before he cums himself, many girls begin hoping for something more than a one night stand. All of it offers them a false sense of the possibility of a relationship. Because how can a man be so sweet and not want something more?

Because Leo Campo is certain he’ll know the love of his life when he sees her. Maybe she walks into the bar, maybe he meets her while he’s coaching soccer.

Or, in your case, at your apartment where he’s delivering pizza.

If only you’d known how handsome the pizza delivery guy was going to be, you would’ve bothered to clean the smeared mascara from your eyes. You wouldn’t have answered the door with an oversized t shirt hanging off one of your shoulders, no bra to hold up your goods, and an old pair of sweatpants you’ve had since college.

“Oh my God,” slips out of your mouth. Your first instinct is to slam the door. Your tongue feels dry and your broken heart hasn’t forgotten how to hammer in your chest. Breakups happen every day. It’s okay that you look like a hot mess, minus the hot part.

You’ve ordered pizza from Vince’s dozens of times and that Jogi kid always delivers your pizza.

Who is this tall, dark-haired man with a smile that makes you think maybe you won’t feel miserable forever?

“How ya doin’?” He asks you, clearly not taking in any context clues as to how your night is going.

“Uh,” you begin unsurely. Are you really about to have a conversation with this guy in a pair of sweatpants with a guacamole stain on the right thigh? “I’ve been better. Hence the absolute atrocity standing before you.”

“Where?” He smiles without missing a beat. Because somewhere beneath your disheveled appearance, he sees a girl he desperately wants to get to know. Who broke your heart? And how does he mend it?

“I don’t suspect you have anyone to share this pizza with?”

“Not as of 8:16 this morning.” Yes, you know the exact minute you found your piece of shit ex-boyfriend cheating on you with his co-worker.

“Well, as of,” Leo checks his watch, “7:24 this evening, now you do.”

“You’re quite bold, aren’t you?”

“I suppose.”

“Aren’t you working?”

He shrugs. “It’s the end of my shift. Are you going to let me in?”

You narrow your eyes at him. “Is this the beginning of a Dateline episode?”

This makes Leo chuckle. Of course you’re tentative. You’re an attractive, single woman who has no right trusting any man at all, let alone a random pizza delivery guy.

But there’s something about his smile that quells your anxiety. No ulterior motives, just genuine kindness.

“I can call my Ma, if you want,” Leo suggests half seriously. “You can talk to her and learn everything about me.”

Your bottom lip snags beneath your teeth as you open your door to let the handsome stranger in. “I’m Y/N, by the way.”

“Leo.” He sets down your pizza on the coffee table. “Leo Campo.”

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[valkyrieromanoff]

Good Boy: Sub! Anakin X f!reader

synopsis: Anakin finds you on a dark street at the Coruscant underworld and things move at a dangerous pace.

warning: 18+, submissive Anakin, bisexual reader, sexual innuendo, praise kink, pet kink, use of good boy, inappropriate power balance, implied cheating (not anakin x reader), dirty talk.

words: 3k

a/n: well, Anakin could probably be out of character or something, however i had a lot of fun writing. But after my sister spent the whole trip talking about him, I had to write and it ended up being filthier than I expected. Anyway, I hope you like it :)

You were sitting on a bench in a quiet street in the Coruscant underworld, in the back of bars and pleasure houses,  reading something in your datapad under bright neon lights. After a while, a shadow hovers over you, making it difficult to concentrate, with the presence at your side.

"May I sit here, sweetheart?" The voice was hoarse, although it had a peculiar charm. You noticed the foreign accent leaking through his words. He wasn't a coruscant citizen, that's for sure.

You looked up at a strangely attractive blonde man, dressed in well-tailored black clothes, it looked like some kind of armor with a cloak, reminding you of what the jedi used to wear.  And put your datapad down just a little, shaking your head without really thinking.

"Feel free" Your voice is low and smooth, with an aura of confidence and smugness in a perfect cadence.

"You're quite beautiful, sweetheart"

His voice is soothing, almost hypnotic, the kind of tone that could make every man or woman melt in his arms. He sits down next to you and looks into your eyes, his own deep and captivating. It's impossible to look away from his mesmerizing gaze.

"My name is Anakin Skywalker, what's yours?"

“Y/n” You replied calmly, looking away from him and returning your attention to your datapad.

"A beautiful name, for a beautiful girl. What are you reading?" He leans in close, almost whispering as he looks down at the datapad sitting on your lap.

You don't respond, you just tilt your datapad towards him, Anakin noticed that was a holobook.

His eyes light up as he reads the title. He looks back at you, curious, almost mesmerized by your beauty. There's something about the way you carry yourself, the way you look away whenever he meets your eyes. He can't help but wonder what's behind your stoic expression.

"So, you like classics, huh?"

"Some" Your response is short, filled with a certain disinterest and annoyance at being interrupted so many times. "You know what they say, classics are classics for a reason."

Anakin laughs softly as he looks at you. He can't help but be charmed by your attitude, the way your eyes sparkle with intelligence and your hair looks so adorable.

"But if classics are classics, why do you never look at me?" He leans closer until he's inches away from your face. His breath tickles your skin, teasing you.

You let out a giggle, your blood red lips curled into a mischievous smile.

"You didn't catch my eye" You retorted softly, looking away to stare at the neon light blinking in the dark night.

Anakin chuckles, pleased that he's managed to get under your skin. He grins, enjoying your lack of reaction at his advances. You are a mystery to him, a puzzle he's intrigued by. Your confidence, your intelligence, your poise, he finds you very alluring. He leans even closer, his breath hot on your skin.

"Perhaps you should catch mine." His voice is like a caress on your skin.

"I'll pass." You shrugged, looking at the starry sky. Your posture was stoic, yet there was something about you that made you seem relaxed and comfortable with yourself and the situation.

Anakin's eyes can't help but wander up and down your form as you look up to the night sky. The way you carry yourself with such confidence and grace is a turn on for him. He can't help but be drawn to your beauty.

"You know," he murmurs low, his breath warm against the nape of your neck. "you're very enticing."

"I hear that a lot" You retorted, smirking in his direction as you met his gaze.

Anakin can't help but laugh at your response. He's never met anyone like you, so unapologetically confident and sure of yourself.

"Do you now?" he chuckles, leaning in closer. "You like hearing that, don't you?"

"Maybe, I have a narcissistic side that likes to have its ego graced." You murmured, your blood red lips curling into a confident smile, as if you knew how attractive you were, and didn't need to try, you were already sensual by nature.

Anakin can't help but grin as he glances at your lips, imagining what they would feel like on his own. “I have a question”

Your boldness and confidence have a hypnotic effect on him, compelling him to reach out and trace your jawline with one finger. He wants to touch you, to caress you. He wants to taste you.

"Feel free" A soft, sensual cadence drips through your every word. You raise your eyebrow waiting for him to ask.

Anakin looks at you for a moment, admiring your beauty, the way your eyelashes gently brush against your cheeks. His voice is a gentle caress on your skin.

"Do you enjoy being attractive? Do you use your beauty to lure men in and make them crave you?"

"I like men on their knees" You whispered confidently, your tongue passing between your teeth sensually. "I like it when they beg"

Anakin chuckles softly. You're a bold one, he can see that. His eyes fall to your red lips, your tongue passing between the lushness of them. Your smile is so teasing and full of confidence.

"I bet you do," he murmurs, leaning in closer until he's just inches away. "And do you have a man on his knees today?"

"Uhm, I'm feeling fruity today. So, I was hoping for a woman, if I get lucky" You retorted casually, tucking a curl behind your ear.

Anakin laughs softly. You're so unabashed in your sexuality. It's a side of you that's intriguing to him, your playful confidence and desire to challenge him. 

"Do you have a type of woman?" He asks casually, leaning in closer, wanting to make you stutter.

"Uhm, not exactly." You mutter thoughtfully, your lips curling into a teasing smirk."But, housewives are the best, they know how to make you sweat in the garage while their husband is upstairs."

Anakin can't help but chuckle at your answer. You have such a naughty side to you, and you're not embarrassed by it at all. You have a way of flirting that's intriguing and enticing, making him want you more and more with every word.

"Really? So you like the ones that are secretly hungry for something more?" He leans in so close that he can feel your breath brushing against his skin.

"Well, when I can offer what they're looking for." You retorted nonchalantly, with a lustful smile. "And I cannot deny a woman's desire to have a good orgasm, to experience the pleasure that her husband cannot provide her"

In the few moments that he's been with you, he's been surprised by how straightforward you are, how sure you are of yourself and your desires. Your confidence is a turn on, your seductive smile a lure that makes his heart beat faster.

"And how would you provide such good sex?" He asks as his hand traces your cheek. His touch is soft and gentle, yet so sensual, almost hypnotic.

"It depends on what they want. Some have interesting fantasies." You shrug, your eyes exude self-confidence and self-esteem. "But maybe making them squirm in the bed they share with their husbands is my guilty pleasure."

"Hmm, I can tell you're the kind of woman that gets off on dominance." He leans in closer, his voice low and sensuous. His touch is a hint of softness on your cheek, gentle yet sensual.

"Have you ever been with couples? Have you ever been the third that made a wife beg for more?"

"As they say, the more the merrier" You smiled mischievously, looking at him from beneath your long eyelashes.

Anakin laughs softly as you answer. You are so unapologetically sensual and confident, it's almost intoxicating to him. He can't help but feel you in by your charms, your teasing smile and sensuous glances.

"I guess you could say that..." He leans in closer, his breath tickling your neck. "So, how many couples have you been a part of?"

"I don't fuck and tell" You retorted maliciously.

Anakin chuckles softly. He loves those sassy and cheeky answers you give him.

"Very well, keep your secrets, sweetheart." He leans in closer again, his breaths tickling your neck. His hand traces a circle on your thigh. "But I have a question for you."

"Of course you do." You giggled sensually. "You're such a curious little thing, aren't you?"

Anakin smiles slyly, the sound of your laughter hitting his ears like a sweet melody. The touch of your warm breath on his neck is making his heart beat faster.

"Yes I'm curious," he murmurs, his voice low and sensual. His hand moves up to your thigh, his touch becoming more insistent. "But most of all, I'm curious about one thing..."

"What would it be?" You raise your eyebrow curiously. Your hand running up his leg, and shamelessly squeezing his thigh.

Anakin sighs softly at your teasing, your hand grazing his thigh and squeezing softly. The feeling of your touch sends shivers down his body.

"It's something I've been meaning to ask you..." His voice cracks a bit as he speaks, the touch of your hand so intoxicatingly erotic.

"Uhm?" You urge him to continue.

He bites his lips for a moment, debating with himself before he whispers a single, simple word.

"Kiss me."

You laugh, pulling away just enough to meet his eyes.

"Not that easy, luv, you need to earn it" You whisper mischievously in his ear, your warm breath sending shivers down his spine.

Anakin chuckles softly at your teasing. You're so difficult, he can't help but admire your tenacity. Your flirtatiousness is so intoxicating to him, it makes his heart beat faster.

"Oh I'll earn it," he purrs in response, taking your hand and placing it on your thigh. "But how do you suggest I do that? Should I beg, or would you like me on my knees?"

"Perhaps both" You smile sensually. "You can have an extra for that" Your voice is full of mischievousness and shameless flirtation.

Your response makes him laugh softly. You're so bold and flirty, it almost hurts. He can't help but admire how you confidently wield your femininity, the way you tease and tempt him with your words is making him want you more and more.

"Are you always this cheeky?" He asks, his finger tracing your lips.

"Most of my life" You retorted, moving closer to him, your nose touching his neck.

Anakin can't help but shiver at the feeling of your warm breath on his neck, the way it's sending shudders through him is alluring.

"I'm begging for you..." Anakin whispers softly, looking into your eyes with total submission, his body trembling under your grip.

"Please, please kiss me..." He begs softly, his voice is filled with desperation and need.

"That's better, good boy" You smile mischievously, the compliment causes a mix of lust and humiliation for him. The way you play with him is almost cruel, leaving him vulnerable and begging.

You crash your lips against his, your hand still holds the sides of his cloak to keep Anakin in place.

The way you kiss him is so demanding, so aggressive yet sexy and sensual at the same time. The feeling of your body pinned against his puts him at your mercy, he isn't in control at all, he's your victim, your toy, and he loves every second of it.

His mouth meets yours in an intense kiss, your dominance sending shivers through him. Your bodies are so close to each other that your heat is radiating against him, which makes him blush with a mix of shame and excitement.

"Open your mouth" You demand,  your tongue tracing the seam of his lips.

Anakin can't help but moan softly at your forceful yet sensual orders. Your tongue tracing the seam of his lips sends shivers down his spine. So intense and erotic, the feeling of your tongue invading his mouth is intoxicating.

He opens his mouth and his tongue meets yours in an explosive kiss. Your bodies are so close and pressed against each other, he can't help but moan again in sheer pleasure. Anakin can do nothing but submit to you, your dominance is insatiable.

For a moment you are locked in a deep, sensual, passionate kiss, your tongue exploring each other's mouths with a delicious hunger. It feels so naughty but so good, the heat of your bodies pressed against each other is almost too much.

Anakin can't help but moan again, and again, and again, letting your dominance take over, letting you lead. He's helplessly intoxicated with desire, the powerlessness he feels is somehow so erotic. Your intense, sensual kisses will haunt him for the rest of the night.

You break the kiss, and Anakin can't help but groan at the loss of your lips. You laughed mockingly at his reaction, pulling his shirt to stop him from trying to do anything without you demanding.

Anakin moans softly as you pull away, your cruel tease causing an almost unbearable feeling of deprivation in him.

You know how to play with his desires, the way you laugh at his groan of frustration drives him mad with desire. Your hand gripping his cloak is too tempting, the feeling of your touch makes him squirm in anticipation. Your dominance is irresistible, taking control of his body and mind, making him putty in your hands.

"Perhaps we should move this to a more private place" You suggest, wiping off the smudges on your red lipstick from the shared kisses with your finger.

Your voice sounds like velvet, wrapping around him and making him purr in agreement. The way you hold him by the sides of his cloak makes Anakin almost feel like your puppy, and he realizes with surprise and shame that he doesn't care. In fact, there is something attractive about being your pet who will fulfill your every desire.

Anakin grins softly when you suggest moving to a more private place, the sound of your soothing voice wrapping around him like a caress. The feeling of being your pet is so intoxicatingly erotic, the way you hold him by his clothes is so dominating and yet so irresistible.

He lets out a soft growl and nods his head, his body quivering in anticipation for what's to come. The feeling of submission from being your toy is so delicious, he can't help but want to let you treat him like an obedient pet.

"Good boy" You praise him.

Anakin can't help but shiver at your playful pat on his head, a jolt of excitement flooding through him as his body reacts to your touch. He lets out a soft moan when you pull his clothes like a leash, your touch is so tantalizing and teasing. You're treating his body as if it's not his, as if it's just your toy to play with.The feeling of submission fills him with a mix of excitement and shame, his pants tighten in anticipation of what you will do to him when you are between four walls...

[skywlker-sluvtt]

So I have a lot of body shame because I'm mid size and curvy. Anakin with a curvy girl who has a bit of a tummy? 🥺

NEVER BE INSECURE BABY UR SEXYYY. I love curvy bodies they're so beautifullll. I'm kinda the same about my body but I'm learning to love it :) This inspired me to write a fluffy ass fic that rotted my gums from how sweet it is.

This isn't incredibly Anakin accurate I just wanted to make it really fluffy and sweet leave me alone 🥹

Breathtakingly Gorgeous

Warnings: Tooth rotting fluff

Word Count: 955

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This year's annual gala for the senate was a black-tie event. It was basic enough only requiring a simple dress. You’d chosen a pretty floor-length gown in a maroon shade. The colour accentuated your gorgeous features which is why it was your favourite. Unfortunately, the only thing you could notice was that it was a little tight around the tummy. Running your hands across your stomach you sucked in trying to take it all away with little success. Anakin pulled you from your trance with a low whistle. “Look at you sweetheart” He grinned walking over to hug you from behind. He squeezed you before pressing a light kiss against your cheek. “I think you should wear this dress every day” He whispered admiring you through the mirror.

His compliments seemed to leave your head immediately. He looked so handsome in his formal robes. Anakin was joining you at the gala since your relationship was no longer a secret. This was the first time he was attending an event as your husband. The way the almost silk-like tunic sat tight against his perfect body filled your head with even worse thoughts. Like whether or not he’d look so much better beside someone else. Someone like Padme she always looked so effortlessly beautiful. “Y/N?” Anakin whispered and you hummed. “What's wrong? Your eyes are sad” He frowned. You tried to create an excuse but the words were caught in your throat.

“I uh think maybe I’ll wear a different dress” You whispered. “What!? Why? This one is perfect, you look so delicious in it I already wanna have my dessert” He teased. The negative feelings continued to plague your mind, you couldn’t find humour in his words. “It doesn’t look good” You shrugged playing with the rings you wore, specifically your wedding ring Anakin hand-crafted you from your favourite gemstone.

“Talk to me” He encouraged. You replied with a shrug refusing to look back at him. “I just don’t like the dress” You lied. Anakin cupped your cheeks in his hands and kissed your nose causing butterflies to erupt in your stomach. The small affection reminded you of the first time he kissed you. How gentle and nervous he was about it. “What don’t you like about it?” He asked quietly. His breath smelt like spearmint toothpaste, every part of him always smelt so nice.

Anakin patiently waited for you to respond rocking you side to side. Your eyes filled with tears at the silence. When you didn’t reply he pulled you forward for a hug and kissed your forehead. “I don’t mean to upset you more baby but you’ve got fifteen minutes unless you’re gonna fake sick,” Anakin said stroking your hair. You sniffled into his chest. “I don’t like the way it looks on my tummy,” You told him. “Sweet girl you really gotta stop criticising your beautiful body,” He told you. “It’s not beautiful” “Yes it is, y’know I’m gonna have to beat you up for talking about my wife like that” He teased. You giggled a little wiping at your tear-stained cheeks.

You finally looked back up at him and he smiled. “Don’t you ever think you’d look a lot better beside someone…prettier?” You asked nervously. “Never baby don’t ever say that again. There is no one, I mean absolutely no one prettier than you. I’m so proud to be standing beside you as your husband today. For the first time, I’m gonna be Senator Y/L/N’s husband and I couldn’t be happier about it” He smiled. Hearing that made you want to cry even more. “I really love you Anakin,” You told him. “I really love you too honey” He grinned.

“You’re so absolutely divine love,” He whispered admiring you. “Now as much as I’d like to lay you down and show you how much I love you and your scrumptious body you have to go be a politician for a bit” He continued. “I know how excited you’ve been about the gala so you’ve gotta be my confident girl yeah?” “I’m just a little…embarrassed about it. I feel like they’re all gonna see it” You sighed. “It being your stomach?” He asked. You nodded. “Lucky for you everyone has a stomach and yours is just extra, extra sexy” He laughed. Anakin grabbed your shoulders and spun you around to look in the mirror once more.

Staring back at yourself you felt significantly less bad about how the dress looked. The way he was looking at you helped. Anakin has the most boyish smile across his face as his eyes devoured your body. He made you feel like a prize. “You are so breathtakingly gorgeous” He whispered running his hands up your sides. “Now you’re being corny” You giggled.

“I promise you when we get home I’m going to ravish you, unfortunately, we don’t have time to spare baby let’s go,” Anakin said. “Okay,” You nodded with a smile. “I can’t wait to show you off” He grinned making you blush as you put on your heels. “Really?” “Really” He replied handing you your clutch. “Thank you” You whispered before he wrapped his arm around your waist lovingly. “I love you Y/N” He grinned. “I love you more Ani” You replied leading him toward the door.

I might write a part two of love-making and body worship with sickly sweet anakin praise :)

[phoeebsbuffay]

Imagine Anakin Skywalker proposes you.

Warnings: smut and fluff in a very alternative universe. This means no Vader here. Light reading.

Warnings 2: no minors.

Recommendations: “Just Like Heaven” by The Cure; “A Thousand Years” by Christina Perri.

***

When it all began…

It all starts with the day you find out you are having feelings for the great General Skywalker. To realize your attachment towards him crosses the field of a concern from one Jedi to another comes like a punch in your stomach.

In truth, the reason why such perception distresses you lies on your fear of feeling anything at all, particularly when he is nearby.

It takes every force of you to bury it. For your own sake—and because you know how besotted he is with that Senator whom you personally think unworthy of him, but oh well—you keep it to yourself.

So it’s Saturday and you have been released of your missions, though coming back from planet Y/C costed you good nights of sleep and a great deal of being scowled by Master Windu for your recklessness. Yet here you are, at the gardens, when you…feel him close.

Anakin has not been obnoxious to you, though. You ignore that his eyes have been following you more than often—-to the point where Ahsoka rolls her eyes everytime you are around and he is distracted—, that he’s been jealous of how you speak kindly to other men, or even so how annoying it is you cannot tell his fondness for you.

He is also a very observing man. That being said, he’s noticed your change of moods, he’s felt the nights you’ve been sleeping unwell, and what is more hurtful is that you don’t come for him to confide your fears like he does to you. Even though Anakin knows how you feel for him, he somewhat hopes you give the first steps.

So here he is. Leaning against the wall, his blue eyes are set on you, admiring the shades of y/c that color your hair, your y/c skin and the robes that reinforce your curves. Anakin holds back a sigh, and it is only when he comes closer that you joke:

“What’s up, Skywalker? What mischief are you up to today?”

“No big deal”, he lies down over the grass, not too far from where you are. Your eyes remain closed and he smirks at you. “Why are you assuming I am up to no good?”

You try to remain serious, but the moment he says that, your lips part in a smile.

“Because you are always annoying Obi-Wan. But since the corridors have been quiet, I’m assuming you are free today?”

Anakin rolls his eyes but he too smiles.

“Yes. For some odd reason everything is quiet. No trainings or missions. I came after you because for some reason that goes beyond my understanding you’ve been a little off these days.”

That observation makes you open your eyes and Anakin can tell that his remark is the reason why your heart starts beating faster. He tries to hold back a smile, even though presumption is behind his blue eyes.

So maybe there is hope.

“What are you talking about, Anakin? Don’t go assuming things.”

“Why, it’s true, though.” He shrugs his shoulders. “The other day when I asked you a favor regarding Senator Amidala, you told me you could not do it because you’ve been already assigned to another mission. And yet I found you playing cards with Fives. I mean… Really?”

For most things you have a sharp wit, but when it comes to Anakin or men in general, you are slow. You also take time to comprehend the meaning of their actions, once usually these can be ambiguous. Hence why you don’t understand why he’s acting so jealous.

“What? How one thing is related to the other? I did have another mission to which I was assigned, and, unlike you, I wasn’t flirting with Fives.”

“I wasn’t flirting with Fives either!”

You chew your bottom lip as he rolls in the grass laughing. And to worsen your case, you say:

“No, but you were flirting with Senator Amidala!”

Now rolling to your side, he is on his elbows staring at you with those bloody blue eyes and a damn smile that makes you melt inside.

“Was I?”

A faint shade of pink paints your cheeks, and however you try to look away from his intent stare, Maker knows you cannot.

“You know damn well that you were”, you narrow your eyes at him. “Why do you think this is so funny to you, Anakin Skywalker? If you want to break the rules and get yourself expelled, it is not my problem. As long as you don’t come lamenting after my ears how the Council never… Oh, please! Stop laughing!”

It is as if you are a teenager again, always being made fun of by him. Anakin had this terrible habit of teasing you until you got seriously irritated. Seeing he’s to the point where he’s about to succeed, Anakin softens and pulls you down back to the grass as you are about to stand and leave him there.

“What do you think you are doing?”, you ask in between giggles.

It’s when your gazes cross again.

“I was never smitten with Senator Amidala, silly head.” His smile spreads as your blush deepens. “It has always been about you. You, Y/N Y/LN. You alone.”

“Oh.”

He is now dangerously close to you. Part of him is over your body, transmitting you sensations before unknown. But you choose to ignore how his arms in each side of you ignore a spark in you.

“Oh indeed”, Anakin smiles warmly. “How could you think it was about her? She is married to Senator Clovis.”

“Is she?” You don’t dare to raise your eyes for fear they might give in too much.

But that’s what he wants. So he raises your chin and slowly moves his lips against yours.

“Yes. I fell in love with you, princess.”

Any resistance is inutile, so as your hands rest in his sides, dragging him over you, you smile as you correspond the kiss.

“As I did with you, Ani.”

***

‘A secret between us’

It’s been three months since Anakin last saw you. It drives him crazy how each has gone to a different mission. Because the relationship has been kept far from the Council’s knowledge, he couldn’t even ask for you.

And before he finds courage to ask Obi-Wan about your whereabouts, he is sent to planet Y/C to investigate the death of Master Dias. It takes further three months before you and him met again.

“You could have sent me a message, you know”, you tell him right as he comes for you. It’s late night and he is in your quarters. Both of you are exhausted, having arrived mere hours earlier. “I tried to send you, but I couldn’t.”

You barely finish with brushing your hair and you feel Anakin’s arms snaking behind you. You smile before turning around to hold him closer if possible. Your hands cup his cheeks, caressing each as you dive in those blue eyes.

“I know. God damn it, I was bloody preoccupied with you, my darling. Next time I will insist to go with you.”

“Yet Anakin, I detest to be the one to remind you that our relationship is a secret that must stay only between us”, you sigh. “They cannot raise any suspicious…”

“They will not. Leave this to me, all right?”

You rest your head against his chest, embraced by his arms before pulled to kiss his lips. Anakin’s fingers are tangled in your hair, his chin rested over your chin. You two stay like this for a while before going to bed.

“How did the mission go?”, you ask, cuddled against him, voice sleepy.

Anakin smiles at your efforts in struggling against exhaustion to hear about his mission.

“Sleep, angel. We will discuss this tomorrow.” Saying so, he presses a kiss over your forehead and you both fall asleep.

As the Jedis are closer to get to Count Dooku, eventually you and Anakin are assigned to a mission together. That is when you two cross the path of General Grievous.

“I will not let you expose yourself in danger, lass.” He tells you, rather baffled by the suggestions you are bringing to defeat the enemy.

“Oh, please Anakin. I’ve been doing that long way before we…”

“No, Y/N. I am not letting you…”

You smile now fades when seeing how serious. You narrow your eyes in turn.

“Oh yes, I am, Skyguy. I never asked you to be concerned about me in first place.”

And that is precisely the most inappropriate moment for you two get in your first argument.

***

Moonlight.

You miss him ardently. This time it burns your skin, it tortures your soul. You cannot simply accept to be by his side and sleep easily; it is not enough to wait every Friday and pray for the Jedi to be asleep as you tiptoe to his quarters and talk to him until sun rises—and you pay for it by drinking lots of coffee the day after.

He too hates how far away you are from him. He detests how paradise is unreachable for him every single time you are sent away, for it makes him feel an outcast. Anakin is anguished for not breathing your scent, not tasting your tongue pairing in so perfect a rhythm against his, not dwelling in your y/c eyes. His heart aches, his soul breaks when he doesn’t hear from you for weeks.

But today, the Jedi senses a strange urge from you before even landing to Coruscant. At first it distresses him—until he comes to discover the cause of it, he is genuinely concerned about you.

However, the moment he escapes to your quarters, every anxiety dies. Engulfed in your arms, Anakin relaxes and tightens his grip around you.

“Fuck, how I’ve missed you, princess”, he mumbles, kissing your cheek and your neck, there staying, breathing the smell of roses.

“Ani”, you sigh in deep content. “What took you so long?”

“I have great news to share”, he tells you, parting the embrace so he can look at you.

Your hair is lose and you are dressing a blue nightgown with white robes partly open. Anakin cannot help but notice the swell of your breasts, seeing your nipples through the silk. He swallows hard, forcing himself to concentrate as you wait with exciting eyes.

He takes your hand and locks with his before taking a seat at the edge of your bed.

“What is it?”, you ask him, sounding louder than you’d like.

“Good news await us. Count Dooku is defeated and so the plan to knock down the Republic has been discovered.”

You raise a hand over your mouth, shock stamped in your features.

“Holy Maker, Ani! So does this mean we found out who the Sith Lord is? And what his intentions are?”

Anakin flashes a smirk, but by this time his mind has already left the main point behind.

“Can we please discuss this later? I miss my girlfriend.”

You blush lightly.

“Why, please. I’ve missed you too, Anakin.” As you dwell in those blue eyes, you feel your heart lighter and every disturbance that sparks in your body disappears. “Maker knows how much.”

Before he reads well into you, you put your arms around his neck and lean to kiss his lips. What starts as a make up session begins to evolve to something more.

“I don’t think you know how much you mean to me”, you tell him, letting your hands play with his curls before slipping to his cheek.

As his hands move to your shoulders, promptly removing your robes before rubbing your arms delicately as if you are a fragile thing, Anakin bites your bottom lip and says:

“I cannot live apart of you, Y/N. You are mine.”

You shiver at how possessive his words sound to your ears, it turns you on.

“Please, show me how”, you beg him, sensing his smirk against yours.

“So this is what has been troubling my princess?”, he asks you, now parting the kiss to look into your eyes only to find out how needy you are by getting lost in them. Holding your chin, Anakin senses the power you delegate to him. “Tell me, love, you’ve been burning, haven’t you?”

Anakin moves further to your bed. He opens lightly the curtains of a widow so the moonlight helps illuminate your quarters in an old fashion way.

All the whilst, he makes you sit in his lap, your legs wrapped around his waist before he slowly rests his hands over your thighs, moving them to remove your nightgown and tossing aside.

“Fuck”, he curses lightly. Instead of feeling shy, you feel yourself wet under his intent gaze. “You are gorgeous, angel. So beautiful. So ethereal.”

Beneath his words, a spark that ignites a fire. You pursuit his lips, famine for his touch, starving for his affection. Anakin smiles when feeling all of the sentiments you’ve been trying to placate…rather unsuccessfully.

He then flips you carefully, going on top of you just after your desperate hands toss away his clothing.

“Looks like you got me on fire”, you whisper, parting your lips as you moan when he starts to get intimate with you.

“We are burning together tonight, my love. I promise you”, he kisses your neck, slipping his tongue in one trace to your full chests. Anakin devours each nipple, holding you against him in such a dominate manner that you can only plead for more.

And he slowly complies to your demands, though he tortures you with his fingers…and then with his mouth, eyeing you as he eats you out. Yet, when you are about to come undone, he goes back to you, shushing your protests with a fiery, passionate kiss.

“Love me”, you beg him.

Because he knows of your needs, tonight is your night—as much as you try to please him too, he wants to make this night a very special one.

“I love you”, he whispers as he locks hands with you.

When your eyes meet and your bodies lock, your souls speak. It’s all perfectly synced.

***

The proposal.

By waking up by your side is the moment Anakin realizes he is no longer content with this secretive relationship of yours. He wants more. It’s when he decides to make you the future Mrs Skywalker. One question remains, though: how?

As you open your eyes and find yourself cuddled against him, smelling his scent, a mix of sweat and his typical perfume, you know there is no better place to he than in his arms. Ignoring his thoughts, you are somewhat inspired when you lean into him and say:

“I would run away with you. Anywhere you want to go, I will be with you.”

When looking into your eyes, this inspiration finds home in his heart as well. But Anakin needs to hold back his impulsivity or he’d might be accused of lacking sensitivity.

“Maker knows I cannot love any other creature that is not you, Y/N.”

There is so much to be said, but for some reason there is no need to let unspoken words reach each other’s tongues. Not only because in one gaze they could see reflected in their eyes the love one feels for the other, but also the abrupt knock on the door that scares you both, a reminder that there is life beyond bed—and the kind that requests your relationship to remain a secret.

It is tiresome to hid. To pretend that neither is too intimate with the other, to ignore the sparks of jealousy that rises in both hearts and minds, to act cooly before certain situations.

As when for example the day you confronted Darth Maul, defeating him in the process and earning some battle scars that almost freaked Anakin out.

“Babe, I told you not to chase that vile being”, he scolded you then. “You could have contacted me.”

“What for? We’ve been there before, Anakin, and I told you a million times that I can do things by myself, thank you very much.”

But these arguments, endless and repetitive as they were, usually ended in bed so both of you knew how to amend it pretty well.

However, you stood in his shoes when Anakin faced the Sith Lord in person. Although this was an occasion that feared you more than you’d care to admit, you were baffled—as well as many others—that he proved to be the chosen one by defeating Chancellor Palpatine once and for all.

“And you call me stubborn”, you told him, shaking your head in disapproval.

Anakin chuckled as you glared at him. Kisses and sweet words were enough to knock your defenses down, although you were not entirely the one to blame for worrying too much.

So now here you are. Amidst celebrations, Anakin doesn’t appreciate the attention earned. For someone so proud, this only seems to separate him from you. Hence why he sees an opportunity—one he has been planning for a while—to elope with you.

You are in the middle of a conversation to Ahsoka—and today you are very elegant, dressing your best dress and wearing a good make up, wanting to feel beautiful for him—when Anakin shows up.

“Excuse me, ladies. General Y/LN, may I have a word with you?”

Although you try to disguise the amusement in your eyes, every effort you and Anakin pay in omitting the true nature of your relationship goes to nothing because Ahsoka, rolling her eyes and resting a hand in her waist, says:

“Really now? Are we all going to play pretend I’m dumb? Skyguy and Y/Nickname, I know that you are…”

“Shhhhh”, you and Anakin say at the same time, with you putting your hands over her mouth.

“Be discreet, Ahsoka”, you whisper, letting her go after ensuring she is not acting otherwise. “Please.”

“I should have not underestimated your observation”, Anakin sighs. “An adolescent like yourself should be paying attention to interests concerning your age, though.”

“Oh please, Skyguy. This is a huge insult to my intelligence. You are barely trying to be discreet. Anyone can tell you and Y/N are together, though judging by others faces in this room, they either pretend not to see what’s crystal clear or they are just blind.”

Anakin and you exchange disconcerted glances, but you try to intervene by appeasing the situation.

“Can we trust in you to keep this low for a while? Come now, Soka. You know how much you mean to us.”

It works. Ahsoka looks at you with other eyes: in fact, she’d always perceived you as a maternal figure, a role you’ve taken to yourself in the e years she’d been under Anakin’s wig knowing her difficulties with other aspects within the Order she struggled with.

“Very well”, she feels proud of herself for the responsibility delegate to her. “You will not be disappointed.”

Anakin rolls his eyes, but you smile at her and press her forehead a kiss.

“Thank you, sweetheart.”

As you go after Anakin, you say:

“What’s with this rush to leave? I thought you’d enjoy to be in the center of attention.”

Once you are in the ship, Anakin flashes you a smirk and says:

“Oh, dear. I couldn’t care less about these boring ceremonies. Now, I think we should enjoy ourselves away from these pompous people. I have a better place to take you to, where I think you’ll love.” He smiles at you before turning the ship on: “Love, this is where the fun begins.”

And that is how he takes you to planet Y/C. Once getting there, you are perplexed by the landscape that draws right under your gaze: a mix of colors that brightens the horizon, brown hills peppered with pink trees—one of the kind you’ve never seen before—amidst small lakes that reinforce a delicately aesthetic.

“It’s so peaceful here, isn’t it?”, Anakin tells you, eyes glued at the expressions your face transmits.

“It is, Ani. Where are you taking me? How’d you know this place?”, you ask him.

He leads you now to the beach. There, Anakin watches with a smile on his lips how you are charmed by the wild nature. That should be the nest of your love, that only grows each day, so he decides.

“I came here only once in that mission concerning Ventress. I always wanted an opportunity to come back, and looks like I have one.”

He pauses, waiting for you to absorb what he is telling you. You take a while to understand, your eyes focused in the purple that paints that ocean, making the scenario so unique and colorful. Never before you felt such a peace.

But when your fingers are locked with his, you slowly comprehend the reason of his subtle getaway from a prestigious ceremony that was praising his great deeds.

“Anakin… What are you saying?”

“For a very long time I’ve been silenced, but I will not tolerate this anymore”, he smiles at you, delighting at your slow discovery. “Allow me to tell you how much I love you, how I cannot spend any more time without you by my side. You are such a precious gift from heavens that I fear to waste away if I don’t…”

He chokes a little with words, thrilled as much as you are.

“Anakin… Ani! Oh, Ani!”, before you can help yourself, your eyes are blurried by tears and you start weeping.

On his knees, he takes a velvet box and opens it right before you.

“I hope these are tears of joy…”, Anakin starts nervously.

You giggle.

“Of course they are!”

“Good”, he clears his throat. “Y/N Y/LN, will you give me the honor of becoming Mrs Skywalker for the rest of your life…?”

He barely finishes the proposal when you throw your arms around his neck.

“Yes! Yes! A thousand times yes!”

Anakin beams and so do you. Just after you share a kiss and he places a ring on your finger, he says:

“I’m very happy for choosing the perfect scenario, but can we go elsewhere? I hate sand.”

You laugh and so does he. Locking your arms with his, you say:

“Anywhere with you, Anakin, is going home to me.”

And that is the happiest day of your lives…

***

Epilogue.

…that is until the day you two get married, of course.

It happens in a private ceremony with only C3-P0 and R2-D2 as witnesses. Your hair drops loose in your waist and you wear a traditional white gown you’ve purchased of the planet you came from.

A priest awaits and in front of him, is Anakin. You admire him with eyes already puddled by tears. Your heart skips a bear when setting your gaze upon the man you love with your entire being. He is so handsome with those robes, curly hair dropping over his shoulder—certainly longer than last time—reinforcing an angelical physique that makes you swoon.

“Y/N”, he calls your name as he stands his hand to take yours. As you do so, Anakin, whose eyes are all over you, smiles excitedly. “We are starting a new life now.”

And by saying so, a hand rests upon your stomach.

“How’d you know…?”, you laugh quietly, surprised he noticed before you.

“I know my wife”, Anakin whispers into your ear, pleased to make you blush.

The priest clears his throat, it’s time. As he finally begins, you and him cannot look away from each other. Vows are professed and you are now Mrs Skywalker.

A brighter future awaits for you both, sealed in the form of a kiss…

[hardbeingcasual]

king of my heart ✦ ethan landry

summary: Ethan Landry as Spider-Man.

warnings: just fluff !

NOTES! i enjoyed writing the other one a lot, so i might just make it a series !!!! sorry for not writing for ages I’ve been lazy

series masterlist / masterlist

♪ king of my heart by taylor swift

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After patching him up, he’s out your window and on your fire escape, swinging his webs through the streets again. Gone without a trace.

Even when you sleep that night, your mind wandered to who he is. Maybe you know him. Hell, he could even be one of your friends, but you wouldn’t know because of that stupid mask.

And it bugged you every day. It even disturbed you and your schoolwork sometimes, you’d be zoning out in class and suddenly you’ve missed everything.

You sometimes wondered if he considered you as a friend or just someone who patches his wounds.

The routine was never ending. You’d patch him up, and he’d be out the window again in no time. Not sparing a last glance at you. Your mind always wandered to him, you were curious if all his thoughts were replaced with you. Like your thoughts were with him.

The night after, you done your usual: waiting for the tap at your window.

Your body sprawled out on your bed as you waited, slowly starting to get bored as you wait. Soon enough, midnight comes upon you, your eyes slowly starting to close, ready to shut your body off for the night.

Until, you hear that noise, he was here, at your window. Your body jolts from the almost slumber.

You get out of your bed, your bones cracking as you get out the position you’ve been in for hours now. You make your way to your bedroom window, cracking open the blinds and seeing the devil himself — Spider-man.

You open the window, he was leaned against your window as he stood there like an idiot on your fire escape.

“Its a bit late don’t you think?” You raise an eyebrow.

Spider-Man shrugs, “I lost track of time.”

You move out the way, nodding your head to tell him to come in.

“You have no limp, are you even hurt?” You query.

“No,” He seemed hesitant at first, but honestly you couldn’t tell because of him being masked. “I wanted to see you.”

“Oh, really? Why?”

He shrugs, “I don’t know, just to check on you, you know how dangerous the streets of New York can be.”

“Thats true, but I don’t think I’ll be in harm, I don’t do anything to offend anyone.”

“Is that a dig at me?”

“Perhaps.”

“Ouch, that hurts.” He fake winces.

“Want me to patch you up?” You sarcastically smile, walking through to your living room / kitchen area.

“Are you alone in here?” He asks as he follows you, his eyes tracing around the place and he notices the silence in the apartment.

“My parents are on some trip, it is irrelevant.”

“So technically you could be in danger, a teenage girl home alone in new york. It wasn’t good for Kevin.”

“Did you just bring Home Alone into this?”

There was a pause, before he speaks again, “…No?”

You almost smile at that, but you decided to conceal it. “So, Spider-Man, why are you really here?”

“I told you, to check on you.”

“Are we even friends?” You replied, leaning against the counter in your kitchen as he stood there awkwardly.

“We can be.”

“Hm.” You bring a finger to your chin, tapping it. “Sure, but I don’t even know anything about you.”

“Sure you do! I’m Spider-Man.”

“No, I mean under the Spider-Man costume.” You correct.

“I hope you mean the mask.”

“Obviously, what else would I mean?”

“I don’t want you getting hurt, okay. You can’t know who I am, okay? I can tell you about me. Not my name though, sorry.” He rambles, playing with his gloved hands.

“Okay… favourite Star Wars movie?”

“A new hope. Iconic. I can quote the lines. What about you?”

“Definitely has to be Return of the Jedi or Attack of the clones.” You answer.

“Hm, not too bad.”

You decide to let the questions coming, “Favourite character?”

“Uh…” He thinks for a moment, “Luke Skywalker, or maybe Anakin.”

You nod, “Mines have to be Leia or Padme.”

“Great characters.”

“Agreed. No one can play Leia like Carrie Fisher did.”

“That’s true.”

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#tags @larccroft @bisexuabed lowkey got carried away with the star wars talk WHATEVER

[anakinsgirlfriendreal]

Parts Of The Truth

Masterlist

Chapter Seven

Warnings:18+ mentions of drug abuse, reader has family issues, mature discussions, smut, foul language, infidelity.

It had been a calm couple of weeks; your friendship with Padme was going rather well, you actually looked forward to conversations with her, it scared you how easy lying had become. However, you quelled your conscience by taking comfort in the fact that not everything was a lie; you were just telling her parts of the truth, yeah that's better than nothing you told yourself.

"Okay baby, but no sweets alright and be good for your grandma you copy?" You speak into the phone, Darcy had asked to sleep over at her grandmother's house since two of your younger cousins were staying there, she wanted to play and you were worried about spending the night alone.

Exiting your car, your eyes fall on the figure seated on the steps Infront your house, "baby, mama has to go okay love you." You hung up making your way closer, a worried smile formed on your face, as you register the person to be your sister.

"Grace- I you're out," you took in her appearance, the DOC hoodie proof that at least she didn't escape. She had gone away for seven years on drug charges and every day of those seven you had promised yourself you would go see her; a lie.

She smiled, "yeah...I'm- I'm free."

You smile, "you look really good Grace"

"I feel good, you know...listen when I got released, mom said to give my parole officer this address, it's here or a shelter." She plays with her fingers, a nervous habit you both had.

You took a deep breath, unsure of whether to trust her and also angry that your mother would just volunteer you to babysit your big sister, like your life wasn't stressful enough. You sat next to her on the steps, "Grace- the last time you said you felt good and that you were gonna get better; I found you passed out and in your own vomit on the bathroom floor-"

She cuts you off, "Yeah but this is different, I joined a group, I got a PO- I don't wanna go back to prison okay, you got nothing to worry about."

Running a hand over your face you sigh, "Okay look, I have a life alright, I have a job and a baby- if you fuck this up you're out"

"I know, mom told me, she showed me pictures when she came to visit, Darcy right? She's beautiful." She looked at you, "...I promise, this time is different."

You rest your hand on hers, desperate to believe her, she was troubled yes but she was your sister and she got the shorter end of the stick growing up and you'd always felt guilty about how her life turned out. "Okay. Let's go inside." She leans into you, her head resting on your shoulder for a moment, just like old times.

"You can stay in the guest bedroom, it's the last door down the hall." You shrug your coat off leaving it on the back of the couch.

Grace nods, looking around "This place is amazing, that job must pay well huh"

"Something like that" you give her a tight smile, getting yourself a glass of water, she sits on a stool at the kitchen counter.

"Mom said that you're seeing some rich guy, Darcy's father." She gives you a curious look. Of course your mother would happily air out your business, "who is he?" She looks amused.

You smile, contemplating on whether to tell her, "Uh, his name is Anakin."

Her eyes go wide, "like Skywalker Anakin? Like the one responsible for all those energy plants?"

Your brows furrow, "You know him?"

She scoffs, "The guys like a millionaire and plus we have tv in prison dumbass"

You chuckle, "right."

"So a business man hm? Nice" she raises her brows.

You take a deep breath, "yeah well, we'll see about that."

"What does that mean?"

You hesitate, she tilts her head, "oh come on, you can tell me. I'm your sister"

You sigh, "he's...married"

Her eyes widen and she laughs, "fuck out of here? Are you kidding?" Her eyes scan your face for a hint that you're joking.

"Holy shit" she laughs, sitting back against the stool and folding her arms.

You roll your eyes yet you can't help but smile.

"You know, you were always the luckier one between us, everyone likes you more, our mom, guys, everyone. You're prettier and you're smart, you always were. Now here you are; miss fancy pants."

You look at her, that guilty feeling rising again, she was right. Life had been kinder to you than it was to her, but you figured; she chose the life she was living, she chose to drop out of school, to follow her junkie boyfriend and his friends but then again, like she said; nobody had really cared for her or sheltered her like they did you, she was left on her own and forced to grow up.

"I'm sorry Grace," you mean it.

She breathes in, looking around again, her teasing demeanor returning. "So your oil daddy Anakin, he must love you a shit ton."

You burst out laughing, "Oil daddy??"

She shrugs smiling, "It's true though right? I saw some press conference he did...a few of the COs in prison have the hots for him, he has that kind of educated, smooth charm. So oil daddy is suitable."

You shake your head smiling.

"So the wife, you know her?" She waits for an answer and when you don't give it to her, she dramatically drops her head on the counter and laughs. "Don't tell me you're friends." Of course she knew, she could always read you, since you were both little.

"Alright enough" you wave her off.

She gets up heading towards the guest room, she stops, turning back to you for a moment, "You know I kinda always thought that between the two of us, I'd end up being the one knocked up with no ring."

Her words were harsh yet not surprising. You had expected her to harbour some bitter feelings towards you, whether she said it or not, she felt like you owed her, for stealing a life that might have been better were you not born at all.

An hour later Anakin stopped by, not to check on Darcy but you, he knew she was at her grandma's and he just wanted to make sure you were alone no undesired company. You watched as he looked around the house, an annoyed expression on your face. "What you worried I'll cheat on you? Wonder where that fear came from."

He chuckles, "That's funny. Who's ove-"

"Ah, I thought I heard voices" your sister interrupts, you watch as she introduces herself to him, wearing your clothes; your tank top and your shorts, she smiles at him. "You're a lot more handsome in person than on tv"

Your brows furrow, your tongue poking your cheek, thumb squeezed in your palm, what is she trying to do right now, you think. He looks at her, that stupid smirk on his lips, "You're too sweet" he smiles, the same smile he gives you when he's trying to charm his way into your pants for the millionth time. You resist the urge to slap him across the face; why are you even jealous right now? Like he wasn't married when you met him.

You watched as he entertained her for the next hour, the way she practically threw herself at him, laughing at his jokes which you could bet your life she didn't get, the way she leaned in, 'intrigued' as he went on about business. When she decided to call it a night and head to bed, you stomped to your bedroom like a spoilt child. Stripping down and getting into your pjs you try to slam in the dresser drawers but the damn rollers had other plans. You huff climbing into bed not saying anything to him for a moment, you roll over looking at him, he was all smug, leaning against the doorway, brows raised, clearly amused by your antics. "You look like an idiot," mentally you ridicule yourself for the weak insult, he chuckles, walking towards the bed, he shrugs off the jacket of his suit, and lays next to you, kissing your cheek. You push his face away turning your back to him.

"why don't you go kiss her and built her a house and get her pregnant and control her life" you realize how stupid and jealous you were being but it doesn't stop you. He laughs, pulling you on your back, positioning himself over you.

He shrugs, "I don't know, she not really my type." You see the amusement in his eyes, a small smile forming on your lips.

"You're an ass"

He nods, "so people keep saying." He's quiet for a moment, his hand coming to brush stray hairs from your face, tucking them behind your ear. "I'm not interested in your sister." He undoes he first button of your pajama top, placing a kiss between the valley of your breast.

"Well she's interested in you" you say, testing him. You were almost certain you weren't his only, and you hate to say the word but mistress.

"I don't care," he undoes another button and another. "It's you for me," he kisses over your breast.

"And Padme?" You ask.

He bites the top of your breast a bit hard and you gasp, swatting him away.

"I don't wanna talk about her, not right now, not when I'm with you." He kisses your lips, hungrily, pressing himself into you, he dips his head down, pressing a kiss to your neck, inhaling the scent of your perfume mixed with your lotion. "Not when you're so beautiful," he whispers, his hand creeping into your shorts pulling them down and pushing your panties aside, you moan when his finger grazes over your soaked cunt. "Not when you're so wet, so ready for me. Always ready for me," he kisses you again, his finger dipping past your folds, pumping into you slowly before he adds another, your eyes flutter shut, a needy moan leaving your lips. He trails kisses down your body, sucking hickies on your breasts and down your stomach. He plants kisses on your thighs, slowly making his way to where you needed him most, he looks up at you, his eyes soft, a mischievous glint in them, just as his lips ghost your glistening your heat, his phone rings. You groan throwing your head back.

"you have to be fucking kidding me."

He pulls away, and you whine. He presses the phone to his ear. "Hey honey." Of course it's Padme, his voice is calm and steady like he wasn't just about to bury his face in your pussy. You watch in horror as he adjusts his shirt, fixing his tie and putting his jacket back on. "I'm sorry sweetie, it completely slipped me, I'm on my way." He hangs up.

You look at him, mouth opened about to protest, "what? No where are you going?"

"I'm sorry baby, Padme and I were supposed to have dinner with friends, and I'm late." He kisses your head. "I'll make it up later"

You watch as he exits the bedroom, groaning into the pillow when you hear the front door downstairs slam.

"I see why you like him." Grace's voice fills your ears, she standing in your doorway. You look at her, puzzled; what's that supposed to mean.

"Sucks he has a wife," She retreats down the hall and into your guest room.

You take a deep breath, think about her words. There's no way, she'd try to get with him, there's no way she'd sabotage you right; tell Padme? No she doesn't even know her.

Pulling the covers to your chest, you roll on your side, closing your eyes you tell yourself that your sister would never hurt you, because that was the only way you'd get any sleep.

[ahsoka-in-a-hood]

You know something that bothers me in Time Travel Aus and some fics Obikin centered? Obi-Wan's reactions. Like I only really ship Obikin via their dynamic in Rots and CW while fully acknowledging the etnics involved considering everything Anakin did when going Vader (or falling into it), and yet... The fact that people make Obi-Wan have certain attractions to him while he was underage unsettles me. Because when I saw Aotc, Obi-Wan seemed to view him mostly in the lenses of a exasperated father (or coworker), with some moments of reassurance and fondness. Only when he stops being his padawan does that shift to be more equals (dunno how that was portrayed in the OWK show, haven't seen it).

And while I'm aware that wasn't the intention, whenever I see Obi-Wan time travelling to when Anakin was a kid or teen, it feels weirdly similar to grooming, where Anakin simply shifts his obsession with Padmé to Obi. Dunno if it's just a peev of mine, but wanted your opinion.

I must admit I am eyeing this ask a little warily, all things considered. But! assuming this is in good faith…

You may have noticed that when I go on my periodic obikin spirals I tend more to vaderwan; it's the version I was drawn to first and still find most compelling for me. So I'm not the best person to ask for a breakdown of the dynamics you mentioned, but I'm not without insights I guess.

I would say that Obi Wan being attracted to teenage padawan Anakin-or more importantly acting on it- is a darker take on his character… this is an angle someone might find it interesting to mess around with. (and sometimes being unsettled can be the point)

For example Obi Wan -> padakin may be appealing for Obi Wan's character by making him less than respectable, with desires and passions that he has very carefully squirreled away, but that Anakin pushes against and through the boundaries of..

Or your scenario with the time travel- I think I have read something along those lines, but it was fairly self-aware about it. This would be post- rots for Obi Wan, so the stakes are different. And you could play with him getting manipulative.

It sounds like it's not for you though!

Vaderwan is also dark, but in a different way. The OWK show doesn't exactly bring sex into it, it just depicts them as completely undone by each other, their souls consumed by each other, eaten away with grief and guilt and rage for ten entire years……………………………………………………………………

*shrug* This is playing with dolls to me. I have a mental closet with dozens of little Obi Wans and Anakins and Padmes and Ahsokas and Codys in various outfits (the outfits mostly being different takes on them etc). I'll toy with just about any ship involving my blorbos, but I'm not going to necessarily be drawn to every permutation either.

idk idk.

[mydarllinglover]

Stars Collided || Eight

Previous

Lovisa had woken, what felt like only a few hours later, to Anakin thrashing around, in his sleep, his body was sweating, and tears fell from his eyes, as he called out to someone, his Mother.

"Mom! No, Mom, no!"

"Ani? Ani, wake up!" Lovisa gently shook him, as she lightly tapped his cheek. "Anakin, it's just a dream, wake up."

He sat up, abruptly, trying to catch his breath, as he looked around, in confusion.

"Anakin?" She asked, after leaning back, when he sprung up. "Are you okay? What happened?"

"My mom, she's in danger." He said, as he threw the duvet off of him.

"Ani, slow down, it was just a bad dream, talk to me." She tried stopping him, as he got out of the bed.

"No, I- I'm sorry princess, I have to go, she needs me, and I need to help her, I'm sorry."

"Where are you going?" She got out of the bed, after him, throwing her robe back on, as he rushed to get his own clothes back on.

"Back to Tatooine, I have to make sure she's safe."

"I'll go with you." Lovisa suggested.

"No, you can't, you need to stay here, where it's safe."

"No, I need to stay with you, you'll keep me safe, but I won't let you go alone."

"Vis, please."

"I'm coming with you, Ani." She said, leaving no room for argument.

He thought about it, before letting out a heavy sigh.

"Fine." He grumbled. "Meet me downstairs."

Anakin left, and Lovisa scrambled to get ready, slightly afraid that he might leave without her, but she knew she had to go with him, he was leaving his post to go find his mother, after a bad dream, nothing rational can come out from that.

She picked out a simple but pretty darkish blue dress, to wear, paired with an dark cloak with floral embroidery, and her most comfortable heels.

Lovisa then found a satchel, throwing in some more light dresses, as well as her hairbrush, a small pouch full of coins, and a book, she wasn't sure what else she would need, but if need be, hopefully there would be somewhere she could get it, if she somehow forgot. It was the middle of the night, and she had no idea how far, far away actually was, and she knew Tatooine was far, no one could really blame her packing skills at a moment like this, normally she had others do it for her.

As quietly as possible, when she was finally ready, she raced down to the entrance hall of the castle, where Anakin was whisper arguing with Ahsoka.

"What's going on?" She whispered to them.

"I knew you were going!" Ahsoka whisper shouted, pointing an accusing finger at her.

"Ahsoka's trying to come with us." Anakin folded his arms across his chest, looking visibly frustrated.

"How did you know we were going somewhere?" Lovisa asked.

"Uh, I could hear him scuttling about, and I could sense it, I knew something was suspicious." She answered.

"Well, you can't come." Lovisa told her, with some authority in her tone.

"Yeah, stay here." Anakin added.

"It's my job to be there for the princess's every need." Ahsoka's face was blank, not bothered by their words. "'Sides, good luck getting very far, I'll snitch as soon as you leave those doors, and I'm not ashamed to, either."

Anakin let out a sharp huff of anger, as he looked away.

"Fine, you can come, but... be cool about it, okay, we're going to Anakin's home, Tatooine." Lovisa told her.

"Cool, we should get a move on, then." She turned, her own satchel swaying with her movement, as she walked out the large doors.

The boy pressed his finger to his temple, calming his nerves, how'd he get stuck babysitting, once again?

Lovisa followed after her, and he strolled behind last, admitting defeat.

The three had snuck onto the lone boat, and Anakin was the one to steer it back to the other dock, where they were set loose in the streets of Naboo.

"Where are we going to find transport?" Ahsoka asked.

"I hadn't got this far." Anakin shrugged, trying to think, this would have been so much easier back in Coruscant, where transport was located everywhere, for any time of need.

"Don't worry, I know a guy." Lovisa shared, leading the two deeper into the village.

"You know a guy?" Anakin repeated, not sounding too thrilled.

"Yeah, not far from here, come on."

She had led them to a rough looking Cantina, where it looked like a brawl was the peak of their entertainment, what gave it away was the small pile of broken stools, among other things, in the alleyway, where a back door was.

Lovisa pounded on it, a couple of times, before a balding man with a long scar down his face, and a crooked nose, poked his head out.

"What?!" He demanded.

Lovisa pulled the hood of her cloak off, so that he could see that it was her.

"Visa!" He cheered, as he cupped her face, kissing her cheeks. "I was beginning to worry when I haven't seen you in so long. What can I do ya for, hun?"

"Hi, Gido." She smiled kindly. "Uh, we're actually in a sticky situation, and we need a horse, or two..."

"What's this for, huh? You ran away, again?" He asked, with a raise of his brow.

"Uh... not officially, but we are on a clock, these are my friends, and it would be really kind, if you could help us out."

"Hello" Ashoka waved.

"How'd you do?" Anakin greeted, meekly, looking behind the man, at the crowded Cantina.

"Gimmie one sec, alright, I'll get it sorted, for my favourite girl." Gido winked, before heading back inside.

"See, I know a guy." She shrugged her shoulder, looking back at the two.

"Yeah, how, though, is what I wanna know." Anakin told her, suspiciously.

"I come here, sometimes, and I tip well."

"This place?" Ahsoka grimaced.

"Yeah, Colo showed it to me, once, it's nice, you gotta experience it to get it."

"Oh, right, Colo." Anakin rolled his eyes.

"Yeah, is that a problem?" Lovisa asked him.

"Don't tell me your jealous." Ahsoka chuckled.

"I didn't say that." He dismissed.

The door reopened, and they were met with Gido's face, again.

"Here ya go, sweetheart, this guy will help ya out, go to him, tell 'im ol' Gido sent ya."

"Thank you so much, Gido, here, let the guys have a round, on me." She placed a small handful of coins in his palm, as she took the paper.

The door then closed, and they heard a very loud chorus of cheers from inside, as they turned around, to walk back out of the alley, Lovisa lifting her hood back over her head, as they did.

"Long live Visa?" Anakin quoted from inside. "Yeah, cause that's not gonna give away the fact that the princess is out from hiding."

"Will you calm down? No one is gonna think that. 'Side's, if you really thought that people important would know I'm back, from the local pub, they'd know I snuck out to go there, every night?"

"She has a point." Ahsoka shrugged.

"Thank you, Snips." Lovisa nodded, as she looked at the piece of parchment Gido gave her.

Lovisa led the other two around the village, hiding in the shadows, as they found their next destination.

Until they heard something coming from an alleyway.

"Do you hear that?" Ahsoka asked, as she looked around, trying to locate it.

"Yeah" Anakin breathed, as he did the same.

"What is it?" Lovisa asked, looking at the two.

"This way." Her friend said, walking down the alleyway, where she and Anakin could hear it from, but she felt this feeling in her chest, telling her to go to it, that it was important, there was life down there.

The princess quickly followed behind the two, as they sped to the place, as it started to trickle down with rain.

She gasped sharply, as what they could hear, was a soggy box, filled with three small puppies.

"Oh, wow!" She kneeled down, not caring for her dress, as she petted the three.

One with the golden coat, was quick to jump at her, licking her face excitedly, as she caught it, hugging the puppy to her chest.

Ahsoka had picked up the other one, he had an darker coat, with spots of red in his fur.

Then there was the last one, which Anakin felt obligated to pick up, not wanting him to be left all by himself. He had white and grey fur, but the most bright blue eyes, similar to the boy's.

"We have to keep them." Lovisa decided, knowing she couldn't give up her new puppy.

"Vis..." Anakin sighed, as he pet behind the ears of his own.

"Anakin, they're strays, they have no home, we need to."

"I don't think I can give this one up, if I tried." Ahsoka shared, as hers chewed on her hair.

"Fine... we can keep them, but can we please remember why we're here in the first place?"

"Right, come along, no more distractions." Lovisa stood up, her puppy in her hands, as he continued to lick her.

There wasn't much further to go, when Ahsoka dug through her satchel, finding some jam sandwich's she had packed, just in case.

"Skyguy, take him." She held her own puppy out, not giving the boy much choice but to take him, as she ripped up the sandwiches, handing a piece to Lovisa, before giving it to her own puppy, taking him back from Anakin and giving him the last piece.

"What did you just call me?" He furrowed his brows, as he lifted the sandwich to his mouth.

"Not for you, idiot, for your dog." She told him, when he went to bite it.

"I knew that." He mumbled, giving it to his dog.

"Looks like we're here." Lovisa shared, as they looked up at the barn, that was attached to a small house.

"Maybe I should go ask." Anakin assessed, his hand automatically going to fall on the hilt of his sword.

"No, Gido told me, so I will." Lovisa finalised, before handing Ahsoka her puppy, and walking forward.

She knocked on the door, and fiddled with her fingers, as she waited.

The door was pulled open suddenly, causing the girl to jump, as a burly man poked his head out.

"What?" He asked.

"Hello, I'm a friend of Gido's and he said that you would be able to help me, and my friends." She gestured to the two behind her, "With transport?"

He assessed her, and the two for a moment.

"Do I know you?" He asked.

Lovisa froze at the question, her cheeks heating up, before quickly shaking her head.

"No, uhm, no I don't think so, I'm just a friend of Gido's in urgent help. I'm willing to pay."

"Hmm" He grumbled, before opening the door wider and stepping out. "Follow."

The three walked behind, as the man headed towards the barn, and opening the doors.

"There's a reason Gido sent you here, if you're in urgent need of getting somewhere, my horses are the best around, fast and reliable."

He clicked his teeth, alerting the two horses in the stables, waking them from their slumber, as he prepared the carriage, it was a bit smaller than the royal ones, and it had no roof.

"Thank you so much, sir, we are extremely grateful." Lovisa smiled kindly.

"Aren't youse lot a lil young to be running around by yourself?" He asked, assessing all three of the teenagers.

"We're orphans, actually." Ahsoka answered. "And we're travelling for work."

"You're all orphans?" The man didn't seem so convinced.

"Yup! We're the only family each others got, our mama and pa.. it's too painful to talk about..." She sighed.

"You're all related?" He raised a brow, looking at Ahsoka, then the other two.

"Their parents were like my own, but these two are the best cousins around." She threw an arm around the pair, who had both gone stiff.

"alright, then..." He then walked off to grab the gear for the horses.

"What was that?" Lovisa hissed.

"Yeah, way to play it cool." Anakin quipped.

"I panicked, and then I couldn't shut up." Ahsoka shrugged, "But neither of you were much help."

"You didn't give us a chance." Anakin rolled his eyes.

Next

[scribble-dribble-writes]

helluuuu,

these pictures of Ewan made me feel some type of way and since i absolutley adore ur Obi-Wan writings, I was wondering if u would want to write a Ewan x fem!Reader (if u feel more comfortable with obi-wan x fem!reader, do that) one-shot about them going on a road-trip after some difficult time in their realtionship and they‘re just really in love again and all that.

If u dont wanna do that, thats really fine. I just adore ur works and hope u have/had a great day.

Hey thank you for the request!! Sorry it took awhile but I hope you like it 💖💖💖

Also thank you for your love for my Obi wan fics haha 🥹💖

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Highway

Pairing: obiwan x you

Warnings: none

Word count: 2600

You cross the street with your backpack hung on one shoulder. The excitement building through your system, the sun was shining and after your days of blue, it was beginning to feel nice again. You spot the petrol bunk, the place you had agreed to meet Anakin for the start of your road trip. But just as you approach it, your phone vibrates in your hand, it was most likely him asking you where you where. But that was not what it read.

Hey, I’m so sorry but something came up at work and Padme needed help.

I know you were looking forward to this and my brother overhead it and ...

You look away from your phone. His brother. The breeze died and the depths began to engulf you. Your heart was a target and the arrow had his name written on it, so much so that you left it in place rather than taking it out. Cause then he was still a part of your life. Unlike how he didn’t show up when you stood at the altar.

This was not what you signed up for. It was going to be a weekend, filled with salt air and lemonade. Not this. Not him.

“Hello.”, his voice sounded the same, so did the pain.

The door to the convenience store was half open and he was halfway through it, his hand holding onto a tray with two cups of coffee and a box of macaroons in a transparent bag.

You shoved the phone in your pocket and turned away, because your eyes were begging you to look at him.

“Wait.”, he said urgently and you cursed yourself for doing so, for stopping in your tracks till he came into your field of view again. His ocean eyes were wide and concerned.

“He told you didn’t he? I told him not to.”, he sighed and it only made you angry.

“And somehow that’s the better option?”, you asked, not willing to hide your emotion.

His throat ran dry. He stood there without words to say because this was the first time he heard your voice again ever since..

He brought himself back to the moment. It did him no good dwelling on that day. But here you were and he was a deer caught in headlights.

“I know. I wanted to –

“It was clear what you wanted a year ago. Not me.”, it came out of nowhere and you froze.

There was that shift in his eyes again, every time he hid he was hurt but it only frustrated you that you could read him so well and yet hurt him in all the right places.

You didn’t apologize. For all the agony you had felt, it only felt fair for him to feel a little of it too.

“I’m not going anywhere with you.”, this was much softer.

Pathetic, a thought passed.

All this time and yet you’re unravelling.

He didn’t need an explanation. He didn’t need an answer when he never gave you one. So you left him standing there, trying to pace your steps so you didn’t take of running.

“Anakin is getting married.”, he told you.

“What?”, you turned to him again. But now, shocked and surprised.

He shrugged his shoulders and it fell into place. He was doing it for him, he was here against his wishes.

“He was going to tell you after this trip. Hoping that we could make amends and show up for his day.”, he spoke calmly as he took a step towards you.

“So all of this was a lie too.”, you pursed your lips, but his eyes weren't lying, he looked away as though another second...

Another second and he will break all over again. His chest tightened, this was torture. To watch you believe everything he felt for you was a lie. If only you knew.

“I can say nothing to convince you, I am not worthy of it. But for his sake, I wanted to try.”, he told the truth. He always had.

“He’s on his way to the resort and will meet us when we get there to tell you his ‘big news’ and by doing so everything in his life will be complete.”, he elaborated.

“His family will be whole.”, he said and the best of your heart was loud in your ear.

He had single handedly ruined Anakin’s surprise but that was to convey the intent of his actions. His brother considered you family even though you werent. And it would take someone truly  stone cold to be able to break Anakin’s heart. That wasn’t you.

You exhaled, shifting your weight. This was going to be a reckless decision. But the more you thought about it, it only solidified that both of you were going to endure it for Anakin.

“Only for Anakin’s sake.”, you said calmly and he dipped his head like he agreed to it wholeheartedly.

“I’m not going to speak to you. Or interact with you. Or anything else you might think of. This is just another Uber ride.”, you tell him point blank. But replacing his wounded eyes were his bright smile as he took in your words.

“Wouldn’t ask that of you.”, he said with a certainty and that tug in your heart was back again. He knew you and you couldn’t replace that with someone else.

With that, a silence settled between you and him. He kept his promise, no words were exchanged but the actions were loud enough. He helped you with your bags when he didn’t have to. Shared a cup of coffee and when you held it, your name was spelt perfectly on it. He fueled the car and that’s when you truly let yourself see him, through the reflection in the side mirror.

The sides of his hair was cut short, his chin was exposed with a day's stubble on it. He wore tshirts now that fit his body well as opposed to how he had been a year ago. When his hair was longer, his beard thicker and his frame silhouetted and hidden behind long coats. Now, he looked different.

There were two parts to the journey, the first half where he would drive and second half where you would switch with him. It was just that, the energy that passed between you before the tragedy was divine. Like life was a playlist with all your favourite songs and he would sing them along with you. Now, it was static noise, that briefly stopped when you caught his eyes. Which was often, because everytime he looked back through the rear view mirror, his eyes will dwell on you for a second.

Mentions of the weather and traffic. Some news that he had read a while ago. You mention his neighbor’s crazy cat. He laughs. Small talk seemed alright. The air con was on and the vaccum was comfortable, even with him in it. You look ahead but your eyes catch his side profile illuminated but the afternoon sun, his eyelashes fuzzy and golden, his cheeks smooth and sleek that your mind compelled you to lean forward and trace your finger down it. Your phone vibrated and it reminded you of where you were and the reality of the rift between you and him. The notification was that your battery was running down and the charger wire you had wasn’t long enough to connect it from the back seat.

He had noticed your confounded expression and realised something was wrong.

“Everything alright?”, he asked glancing at you through the mirror.

“I need to charge my phone and my wire isn’t long enough.”, he heard you say, he hummed before suggesting to you a solution that would most likely distract him from driving.

“You could sit in the passenger seat.”, a suggestion. His eyes flicking to find yours. His fingers clenching tight around the steering wheel.

“We’re in the middle of a highway. I don’t want to be the cause of an accident.”, you look away and he deflates.

“It didn’t stop you during that trip we took to the countryside.”, he raised his eyebrows, as though he was suggesting..

Suggesting you had changed, when he was the one with a different coffee order and a whole new persona. But the trigger was enough, to prove to him that you were the same, that you were unaffected. So you took the bait.

“Fine.”, you caught his eyes.

“At the next junction.”, you said calmly.

The junction was fast approaching and the car slowed down, giving you enough time to slip you feet into the passenger seat. You held onto the head rest of the seat, trying your best not to touch him at any cost. Because, that would lead down the remembrance of all the nights all you did was feel his touch. So you focused on only getting into the seat. But the car ahead moved and the motion pulled you back.

Your footing became unsteady, you hand wavered to hold onto the other seat but instead you caught his shoulder sending a rush of warmth through your body. His eyes meet yours for a brief second, you quickly slipped into your seat, tugging on the seatbelt to slide across you when the car ahead stopped suddenly causing him to hit the breaks.

You jerk forward, to brace yourself but you didn’t collide into anything. With your eyes closed, all you feel is soft skin on the side of your torso. You look below to see his hand across your body bracing you from the sudden impact, the edges of his finger tips sinking into your exposed abdomen. His other hand holding the wheel steady, his wide eyes catching onto to what he had done. Your lips part slightly, both of you breathing quickly. The car in the back honked and you both split apart, he whipped back his hand to rest it on his jeans and you put your seat belt on.

Neither of you wanted to acknowledge what was done.

He was nervous now, that he ran his hands over the gritty texture of his pants then maybe it would erase the tingle in his fingers. He was going to cause his own downfall because you were right next to him, making him cautious of his movements. So when he heard a familiar tune on the radio he turned up the volume.

“This was your favorite.”, he mumbled.

You turned to him, a soft smile as you huffed. Your chest still a flutter with the adrenaline soaring through your body.

“You remember?”, you asked him.

“It’s our song.”, he shrugged his shoulders.

“It was.”, he corrected himself and the smile on both your faces disappeared.

“You used to hum it in your sleep.”, he heard you and it took him back, to when he had everything. Waking up next to you, to hold you close, to turn around and have everything in his world be right because you laid by his side. He inhaled deeply. He had lost it all.

The first part of the journey was done. You survived, half of it. He pulled up into a rest zone and rolled his shoulders. He rested his head back against the cushion and you both stayed as you were.

“So, was it another woman?”, you asked. The question seamlessly rolling of your tongue because it plagued you. He turned to you, confusion written across his face.

“Atleast that’s what the crowd whispered.”, you told him.

“No.”, he said softly.

“Then?”, you leaned in. Curious and well aware that it was going to break your heart.

He looked away.

“Obiwan.”, you whispered and his eyes snapped back to yours. It felt like ages since he had last heard his name on your lips.

“Give me a reason.”, you pleaded.

“So I can hate you fully.”, your eyebrows furrowed in pain.

“without having to hold out hope that it somehow wasn’t your fault.”, these words were bubbling out.

“because you loved me in a way no one else could and I don’t know how to move on.”, tears filled the brim of your eyes.

He mirrored your emotion as he swallowed.

“I got a call.”, He steadied himself, looking ahead.

“Anakin fell in with the wrong crowd and got involved with this one notorious businessman, Palpatine, who was known to trade in shady dealings.”, his pinky finger touched yours and you held onto every word that spilled out of his mouth.

“They were at his house before he could leave to our wedding and he called for me. And I had to go.”, a tear streamed down his cheek as though it had tormented him every day.

“And I had hoped to be back in time, to run down the aisle even if I had been bruised or my coat torn. I.. I tried.”, he stumbled with his words softly.

“You were hurt?”, you whispered to suppress your agony.

He nodded to your question.

“But it all happened the way it did, I ran out of time and we didn’t want this to get out, because it would tarnish Anakin’s name and so I had to keep the secret.”, he finally turned to you.

“And by doing so, I hurt you.”, the pain was evident. And you reached out to hold his hand, the simple action causing him to be stunned.

“Why didn’t you tell me sooner?”, you asked, your heart now in pieces to have spent the year convinced to be away from him.

“It was easier to have them tear me down than to show my face and beg for forgiveness, you didn’t deserve any of that.”, he spoke and it struck you. It was his nature, to be selfless and that was what he had been doing, even though it tore him down.

“Obiwan.”, you edge closer and he shook his head.

“I will never move on. You’re the only woman I will ever love and everything in the world reminded me of you.”, he spoke fast out of nervousness when he noticed you edging closer towards him.

“The smell of coffee, old Spotify playlists, lilacs, blue skies, macaroons, -

You turned him towards you, somehow all the pain you had felt long before vanishing as he mumbled all your favourite things, his blue eyes bore into yours, your name a rough whisper in the back of his throat.

“I’ve missed you.”, he said and that’s all was needed

You placed your lips on his and it felt like nothing had ever happened. Like he showed up to your wedding, you drove off into the sunset and you were here, taking a road trip together. That kissing him was just a regular gesture and that he hadn’t vanished from your life.

He hummed against your lips, but his sweetness turned to thirst and hunger as he slipped his hand behind your neck to bring you closer, his tongue parting your lips to deepen the kiss and you drifted closer, your finger holding back his longer strands of hair from his forehead as you crossed over to him.

His breath hitched in his throat when you splayed your hands on his chest and as your legs straddled his hips.

“I’m sorry.”, he whispered as he kissed your neck.

“Shhh.”, you tilt his chin so his eyes could meet yours.

“I could never hate you, Obiwan. It only hurt to think you didn’t choose me.”, you said quietly and the worry in his eyes turned into resolve.

“I’ll choose you in every lifetime.”, he held the sides of your face as though he wanted you to only know of that fact.

“Then make up for lost time.”, you whisper as his hands slid down your torso touching all the right places, his fingers tracing your exposed waistline and you realized that you could only love him.

“Then we’re going to be late, darling.”, he whispered in your ear as you chuckled.

“Making amends takes time.”, you click your tongue and he laughed, his voice nice and low. He encased you within his arms as he kissed you again and time was kind enough to give you a second chance.

The second part of the journey was unlike the first. You drove down an empty road. The windows were down, the sun was soft, he held your hand and nothing had to be said. He played the songs he would listen to when he was reminded of you and somehow that gesture was all that was needed to see no one else could ever love you like he did.

He would tell you stories and you laughed together, about how Anakin might be as he waited for Padme to walk down the aisle. You could see him turn to you in your peripheral vision and he looked content.

"Will be my plus one?", he asked sweetly.

"To the wedding?", you teased him.

"No, forever.", He replied and in the innocence of it all was his proposal that was hidden within it, just like he had asked you the first time.

"Yes.", you tell him as you drove off into the sunset.

[tennessoui]

ok ok ok “the good place” au 

(the good place is a show where 4 humans are placed in a seemingly idyllic neighborhood after death called simply ‘the good place’ and they get to know the architect angel (michael) who designed it, but one human (eleanor) knows she was placed there by mistakes and there’s a ton of hijinks etc etc before she realizes that actually this has been ‘the bad place’ all along and the entire neighborhood is set up to torture them based on their lives and personalities on earth)

where anakin is eleanor who arrives at the good place and knows for sure he shouldn’t be there and obi-wan is michael,the demon who poses as the architect in order to torture the humans

only there’s never been an authority figure anakin’s met that he hasn’t wanted to sleep with, so obviously that’s what he tries with obi-wan because if the angel sleeps with him, surely he won’t throw him out after he finds out that Anakin isn’t supposed to be in The Good Place??

so he somehow seduces obi-wan (a demon who finds humans weird and gross and fascinating and why does this feel so good this is so weird why are you putting this dangly thing in your mouth) and at first obi-wan is vastly confused before he realizes that actually, there’s no better way to torture anakin than to give him attention and then take it away without any sort of explanation.

only.....anakn isn’t one to give up easily, especially because sex with virgin!obi-wan (omg he’s corrupting an angel every time they meet in obi-wan’s office for private sessions) is amazing and he isn’t really attracted to his soulmate who seems much too much into justice and law for his lifestyle.

only.....obi-wan finds it harder and harder to deny anakin his attention and touch as the affair carries on, even when he starts to realize that for anakin, this is not registering as torture at all in his mind.

[neon-junkie]

Five-oh-Thirst

Summary: The 501st boys have finally reached their breaking point; they just HAVE to have you, and Jesse makes it his mission to recruit you into their shenanigans. After a night out at 79's, you're spoilt by a handful of Troopers, and a Captain who's late to the party.

Pairing: Female Jedi Reader x Rex, Jesse, Fives, Kix, Hardcase, Dogma & Tup

Word count: 12k

Tags: Shameless smut, Gangbang, Drinking, Double penetration, Praise kink, Voyeurism, Military names, Aftercare, Morning after pill.

Notes: this is so fucking slutty and i loved writing every second of it >:) sorry if some of the boys are a little OOC, im still new to writing these hotties. Tumblrs formatting is shite, so i’d suggest reading this on AO3 (under the same username.)

To say that you're 'close' with the 501st is an understatement. Close isn't quite the word you could use to describe the bond you have with this boisterous bunch of clones. You may be their Commander, but you're also a friend, and soon to be a lover. You've had your fair share of drunken nights out with the lot, getting rowdy in 79's, dragging each other's asses home, falling asleep in cuddle piles in their barracks. Yes, you shouldn't be mingling like this with your squad, but it's hard to not get so attached.

Anakin has warned you over and over about both your attachment and feelings, but you've seen the way he talks to them, Rex specifically. Anakin has let his emotions lead him whenever his men are hurt or in danger, and maybe that's why he always gives you a wink during his lectures. He knows what it's like, and he's only attempting to follow the Jedi code, teaching you in the process.

Speaking of Jedi codes, apparently rocking up to the Jedi cruiser bridge with a cup of caf in hand is something to be frowned upon. What? you're tired, and it's not like Anakin has asked his men to get him a cup of caf before. Obi-wan has done this exact same thing also! So, because you're a Padawan, you're not allowed to do it? Sheesh. The hypocrisy.

Despite Anakins disproving glare, the briefing continues flawlessly, as does the mission. Luck must have been on your side, or the force, depending on what you believe in. The Separatists crawled away with their tails between their legs, leaving the planet Naboo alone once more.

A course is set for Coruscant, and the Jedi cruiser launches into hyperspace, taking roughly seven hours to return home. That time is yours to do as you please, and you decide that a nap is in order.

Walking to your quarters takes a good ten minutes, seeing as how large this cruiser is. You travel down an array of corridors, having Troopers stop and salute you as you pass. It's a touching gesture, but sometimes you hate being the centre of attention. You understand that, to the clones, it's a sign of respect, one that they hold dearest in their hearts; you tried to get them to stop once, and only insulted them in the process, so you swiftly gave up and let them continue.

One Trooper in particular calls out your name from behind, and you rotate to see ARC Trooper Jesse approaching, his helmet tucked under his arm, and his other hand salutes you as he approaches. "Commander, do you have a minute?"

"For you, Jesse? Always," you say with a smile.

That smile is mirrored right back at you, and Jesse gestures for you to step down a quiet corridor to talk in private. He doesn't speak up at first, scratching the back of his neck nervously, but you allow him to take his time. Whatever's on the tip of his tongue must be really important.

"Commander, this is a... strange request to make," Jesse begins, and looks for your approval before continuing.

"Go on."

"Well, the boys and I were talking... and uh, you know how we like to de-stress by going to 79's?" Jesse mutters, keeping his voice quiet.

"Yes?" you question, nodding at the same time.

"And by de-stress, we like to... you know, pick up women there," Jesse shrugs, avoiding eye contact as he speaks.

Something in your gut informs you that you know what's coming next, and it explains why Jesse is stalling his request so much. You continue nodding as he speaks, squinting your eyes ever so slightly, suspicious of where this is heading.

"We've been uh, wanting to invite... you along, but we're not sure if that follows your erm, codes?" Jesse pulls the most panicked expression as he finally spits the words out. You think you know what he's asking, but you'll need to dig a little deeper, just to be certain.

"Going to 79's in the first place is against my Code... I think?" you reply, uncertain on what the Jedi code says about nightclubs and getting drunk with clones. "I thought you would know by now that I bend the rules in my favour, without others knowing, of course."

"Oh, that's a relief," Jesse sighs, and removes his hand from his neck. "I mean, you shouldn't, but we all break some rules here and there, don't we?"

"Yeah," you say with a shrug. "What exactly are you asking from me, Jesse? Be clear with your words, Trooper," you order in a teasing manner, noticing how the tip of Jesse's ears turn pink at your words.

"How about... the next time we all go out for drinks, we... take you back instead of some random woman?"

Oh.

There's a heated knot in your stomach, twisting and turning at the thought of sleeping not only with Jesse, but a handful of men. They're all attractive in their own unique ways, and you applaud them for how they create their individuality, through hairstyles, facial hair, and tattoo's. Not only does it make them easier to identity, but it really helps express their personality, and how they may act on the battlefield.

And the thought of having a bunch of these handsome men taking care of you? Who would say no to that?

"Who do you mean by 'we'?" you question out of curiosity.

"Uh, well, it depends on who comes out with us. I mean, all the boys have spoken about it, and all of them are down," Jesse shrugs, and rubs the back of his neck once more.

They've spoken about this? All of them? You must be quite the catch.

"Why? Is there someone you want to avoid?" Jesse then questions, and you instantly shake your head in response.

"No, I'm just curious. I... didn't know you all felt that way towards me," you sheepishly reply, and Jesse flashes you a concerned expression.

"You're kidding me, right? Have you noticed the way we all speak to you? The way we are around you? Even General Skywalker has told us multiple times to cool it," Jesse nervously laughs, clutching his helmet tighter.

You laugh with him, your mind replaying many incidents where the boys have let it slip. Kix has made multiple inappropriate jokes as he's been patching you up. Hardcase is always offering his lap as a seat whenever you're at 79's, and that's an offer that you may need to finally take up. Dogma will attempt to follow the code, but you've caught him staring at your ass more than once. Fives is Fives, and that's all that needs to be said. And Tup is too shy to make any bold moves, but you can tell he has a soft spot for you, as his face turns bright red whenever you're within ten feet of him.

As for Rex and Jesse, they flirt when it's appropriate, meaning when they're not in earshot of General Skywalker.

"Now that you mention it..." your words trailing off, thinking about all those moments.

"See," Jesse points. "So, are you in?" he questions, scrunching his face up in fear of rejection.

"As long as you boys can share," you instruct, knowing what they're like. "I'm in."

Jesse fist pumps the air as he lets out a "yesss!" but swiftly attempts to cool it, trying to not let his excitement burst. "I'll let the men know. We were planning on heading out tonight?" Jesse offers.

"I'll be there," you smile. "Make sure you and your men look good for me, Trooper," you playfully order.

"Of course, Commander," Jesse nods, and allows you to end the conversation there. If you're going out later, then you definitely need that nap right now. Jesse lands a cheeky slap on your bum as you turn to walk off, and you flash him a smile over your shoulder, heading down the corridor to your quarters.

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Could this be considered a date? or just an arranged hookup with a bunch of men? Either way, you're using the night as an excuse to dress up, not that you need an excuse to begin with.

That nap does wonders for you, although it could be considered more of a sleep, since as you woke up, you were arriving back on Coruscant. It's mid-afternoon, giving you plenty of time to get ready for tonight. Upon arrival, you take a trip downtown to purchase something to wear for tonight, and you have just the right outfit in mind.

The dress is ever-so-slightly out of your price range, but you know it'll be worth it. The 501st take pride in their colour, blue, and you know their jaws will drop when they see you in their colour. The dress fits the way you like it, bold and flashy, enough to turn more than your legion's heads. You pair the dress with some white heels and a bag, Trooper colours all around; you're really milking it, but Maker, don't you look good!

Hours later and you're ready for tonight, checking yourself out in your apartment mirror. You're fortunate to have your own place outside of the Jedi temple; it's tiny and run down, but enough to get you away whenever you need it. Sadly, it's far too small to fit a handful of clones in, so the barracks will have to do.

One taxi later, and you're outside 79's, queueing up to enter the busy club. Happy hour has just begun as you enter, and you remove the comlink from your bag, pressing a button to inform your men that you've arrived.

Nervously, you gaze around the club, ignoring the random sets of eyes on you. You're only after one group of men, and thankfully, one of them approaches you.

"Commander?" Kix calls out. As you turn to look at him, his face lights up, gesturing to the outfit you're wearing. "Oh, Commander!" Kix sighs, gawking over the sight of you in his legions colours.

"Not too much?" you question, gesturing to the outfit.

"No, it's just right," Kix sighs yet again. "And I like the white heels and bag, nice touch!"

Of course Kix has noticed those minor details.

"Where are the others?" you question, and Kix offers you his arm in response. You take it, following Kix through the club, eventually coming across a cosy booth, full to the brim with your boys.

Kix's reaction to your outfit was sweet and wholesome, something you'd expect from him. Fives on the other hand is hollering like a dog as you approach, checking you out with a whistle, doing everything he can to hype you up. "Commander," he purrs, and wraps an arm around your waist. "Here for me?" he jokingly questions, making you laugh at his forwardness.

"She came here for all of us!" Dogma butts in, swatting at Fives's hand around your waist.

"Oh, so you are joining in, Dogma? I didn't think you were one to break the rules," Fives bites back, and gestures for you to take a seat as he talks.

"This is different, Fives," Dogma mutters. You zone out to their bickering as you shuffle around the booth, finding a seat between Hardcase and Tup.

Tup, like the sweetheart he is, quietly tells you "you look beautiful," with flushed cheeks. Only for Hardcase to add "yeah, you look hot!"

It's hard to believe that these men are all clones. Their reactions are so vast, but they all express the same thing - you look good, and no doubt, they're going to be all over you tonight. They look just as good as you do, maybe even better; they've dressed up for tonight, sporting fine button-up shirts, all of them looking clean and tidy, for once, not covered in dirt from the battlefield.

Jesse offers to buy your first round, and insists that you stay at the booth with the others. He probably fears that another batch of clones will latch onto you the second you stand up. Are the men in here aware that you're a Jedi? Or do they assume you're some poor, unfortunate soul, who's been sucked into spending the night with this bunch? You're hoping for the second assumption, as the last thing you want is some tattle-tale clone recognizing you and ratting you out to the Jedi order.

Jesse returns with your drink and a round of shots, and so, the night begins. The shot is surprisingly nice, as is your drink, but the next set of shots? Eh, not so much. It seems that the more you drink, the worst the shots taste, and you have to turn down the fourth one. You're not going to be standing if you continue chugging drinks at this rate; how your men can drink like this is beyond you.

Dogma and Tup have relaxed in their own way, joining in the conversation every so often, although Dogma is still being teased for 'breaking so many rules.' Hardcase and Fives are as loud as each other, and are currently attempting to impress you through a series of arm wrestling matches. Jesse seems content, on a nice, tipsy level, and has had his eyes on you all night. Kix is simply vibing, not visibly drunk, but bubblier than usual.

You continue peering around, questioning who's missing, and then it suddenly dawns on you.

"Wait a minute! Where's Rex?" you yelp, noticing the lack of a certain blonde clone.

"You've got all of us here, and the only man on your mind is the Captain?" Fives tuts, breaking his concentration from the arm wrestling match. Hardcase takes up the opportunity to take victory, slamming Fives's hand down onto the table.

"Yet again, I am victorious!" Hardcase states, and Fives sputters at his remark.

"That's not fair! Our Commander was asking us a question," Fives argues, and the pair begin bickering between themselves.

You decide to intervene, turning to Hardcase and asking "so, what would you like as your prize?"

Your question is met with a sea of "oooh!"'s and "pick something good, Hardcase!" His face alone is priceless, his emotions switching between shocked, flustered, and cheeky. Hardcase then trails into thought, and after barely any thinking time, he settles on his prize. "For you to finally take up my offer and sit on my lap, sweetheart," he replies, patting his thighs as he talks.

A smirk escapes your lips as you stand, shuffling over to sit on the tattooed clones lap. Hands find their way to your waist, and you're almost certain that Hardcase is purring as he cuddles up to you.

"How is she?" Kix questions, as if you're not sitting in earshot of his question.

"Comfiest ass in the galaxy," Hardcase hums, pulling you higher onto his lap as he speaks. He settles his chin on your shoulder, fine stubble pressed against your skin, and from the expressions of those around you, you can tell that they're all jealous. They'll have their time with you eventually, whether it's here, or at the barracks later. The night is still young.

"My turn," Dogma announces out of nowhere, shuffling out of the booth. None of you have any idea what he's on about, until he turns to you and asks "what are you drinking, Commander?"

You tell him your order, followed up with "and stop calling me Commander! We're not at work, you don't need to call me that."

Dogma apologizes with a soft laugh before making his way over to the bar, followed by Jesse and Kix.

"Is it bad that I kinda like calling you it?" Fives questions, and you know exactly what he's implying.

"The only places you should be calling me Commander is on the battlefield, and in the bedroom," you purr, and you're met with a fawning, lustful expression from Fives, who is more than satisfied at your answer.

"Yes, Ma'am," he purrs back, and you take a mental note for later.

"You know, none of you answered my question," you begin, and the rest of the clones look at you in confusion. "Where is Rex?"

"He said he's busy with a meeting, and that he'll meet us at the barracks later," Fives explains, softly shrugging as he speaks. In Fives' eyes, that means one there's one less clone for you to give your attention to, meaning more for him.

"That's a shame," you sigh. The thought of Rex being here right now is a curious topic on your mind; would he attempt to maintain his high-ranking status, remaining professional despite knowing what's going to happen later? Or would he throw all of that out of the window, taking the first opportunity to straddle you onto his hips and remind his men who's in charge?

"Don't worry, sweetheart. We'll take good care of you whilst the Captain's gone," Hardcase smugly comments, placing a gentle kiss to your shoulder as he eyes you up.

Hardcase stays true to his word, as do the rest of your men. Dogma, Jesse, and Kix return shortly after with the next round of drinks, and lo-and-behold, more shots. You have entered the stage of tipsy, sitting on the drunken fence by the time you finish your drink. Hardcase offers to buy the next round, but you brush him off, insisting that it's your turn. "Since you're all taking care of me, the least I can do is return the favour," you explain, and a few of the men chuckle at your reasoning.

Tup, the sweetheart that he is, helps you up and over to the bar. You're able to walk, even in these heels, but you know that Tup's presence is actually a way of telling others clones that you're already taken for. To your surprise, his hand settles around your waist as you prop yourself up against the bar top, waiting for somebody to come and serve you.

"How's your night going?" Tup questions. "Enjoying yourself?"

"Yeah, are you?" you reply with a nod, curling up into Tup's side.

"Mhm," Tup nods in agreement. "I just need a few more drinks down me," he adds, and you understand how he feels. If you weren't the centre of attention, then you'd be just as quiet as Tup is, shying away nervously in the cornerless booth.

"Let me get one for you," you offer, and Tup takes you up on it.

"Thank you, Comma- I mean, uh, love." Tup's expression turns sour, blushing at his fumbled reply. You brush the nerves off him by placing a kiss on his cheek, and watch in amazement as his face begins turning a different shade of red.

Tup mutters something to you, and you almost miss his words over the volume of the music. "You missed," he boldly states. Tup's definitely stolen that line from Fives, or has been taught it - either way, it's something Fives would say, and you know how close those two are.

"Oh?" you cheekily sigh. You're about to follow it up, until the bartender arrives, pulling your attention away from the clone.

Once your order is placed, you turn back to Tup, wanting to finish where you left off. He looks at you, then looks away, pulling an embarrassed face. Your fingertips are placed below Tup's chin, gently turning his head to face you, and before Tup can say anything, you lean in to kiss him.

Tup freezes up, before melting into the kiss, moving his head to fit against yours. A hand finds its way to the back of your neck, holding you there, as if to reassure himself that yes, this really is happening. Tup's kisses match his personality, sweet and gentle, but the tongue that slides across your lower lip suggests there's more to him than meets the eye.

You can overhear the sounds of cheering in the background, and you just know that it's coming from your men. You break away, not to be rude, but because you don't want the poor bartender to be stood there awkwardly as you're busy snogging a clone. Thankfully, they arrive moments later, and you two soon return to the booth with drinks and shots in hand.

Fives applauds his vod as Tup sheepishly sits down, and you go to take a seat beside him, until Jesse pulls you onto his lap. "You've had enough fun with him, come and give us some attention!" he playfully nips, and follows his statement up with a kiss on your neck.

"There's plenty of me to go around," you bite back, wiggling your hips slightly, grinding your ass on Jesse's lap. He sighs heavily at your move, wrapping his arms around your waist, holding you there.

You turn your attention to the drinks that you just brought, downing yet another shot, and washing it down with your beverage.

Minutes later, and you're really starting to feel the liquor running through your veins, as well as the undying urge to dance. Jesse is willing, and Hardcase lets you two know that he'll meet you over there, once he's gone and used the refresher. The rest of the clones stay seated, to your surprise, but then again, they don't seem like the type to dance. Well, Fives possibly, but he's barely able to stand, let alone dance, and Kix is nursing him back to soberness with many glasses of water.

Jesse follows you over to the dance floor, your hand in his, and it's busier than you expected. The dance floor is mostly full of clones and their squadrons, all celebrating various victories and whatnot, with a few women lingering about. You understand by now that women only come to this bar to pick up the clones, and can you blame them? Bless the Kaminoans for picking out Jango Fett to be their donor, as his genetics are excelling in all departments.

"My turn with you already?" Jesse questions as he begins dancing with you, swaying in time with the music.

"We've only been here for a few hours. I thought you'd be more patient?" you tease, and Jesse gives you a look.

"I'm patient when I want to be, sweetheart," Jesse shrugs. "But for you? I've been waiting a long time for this," he explains as he pulls you closer, wrapping his arms around your waist.

The tattooed clone smiles down at you, and the glisten in his eyes informs you that his patience truly is running thin. But how long will it be before it runs out? Or how much can you rile him up before he breaks?

"I'm sure you can wait a little longer," you flirt back, trailing your hand along his shirt, fingertips gliding over each of his buttons. You meet his collar and hook a finger over the fabric, gently pulling his head down to your level.

Jesse smirks as he replies "I don't think I can," before pressing his lips to yours. You can tell that Jesse's patience is running thin from the way he kisses you, hungry and lustful, playfully nipping at your lower lip. Your hands wrap around his neck, and you have to remind yourself that you left your bag with the others - that's why your hands are empty.

The hands on your waist trail down to your ass, and Jesse boldly grabs more than a handful, pulling your body tightly against his as he kneads your ass. You break the kiss with a yelp, and remind yourself that you're still in public, thankfully with no eyes set on you. "Jesse!" you playfully swat him, and he chuckles against your skin as his lips trail over your neck.

"You started without me!" A disappointed voice calls out, and warmth appears against your back.

Hardcase has returned from the refresher, pouting because the party has apparently started without him. Jesse moves his hands back to your waist, almost as if he's giving permission for Hardcase to press his crotch against your ass, sandwiching you between the two, tattooed clones. Your cheeks quickly turn red, and you must look more flustered than you feel, as the face that Hardcase and Jesse send each other informs you that they have something planned.

"So," Hardcase begins, his eyes flicking down to yours. "When are we taking you back?"

"Soon?" you nervously reply, questioning your own motives. It's hard to concentrate with an uneven sea turning in your stomach, but the liquor is thankfully helping - you'd be a lot more flustered if you were sober right now.

"Soon?" Jesse repeats, raising a brow at your reply. "Why not now, sweetheart?" he asks.

"Yeah," Hardcase nods, and then dips his head down to kiss along your neck. His kisses trail up to your ear, nipping at that sensitive spot behind it before stating "you look like you need us to fill you up."

A bold, yet true statement, but you're unsure if you want to leave just yet. Do you want to continue your teasing here? Or click your fingers and order your men to take you home and fuck you?

"She's thinkin' about it," Hardcase states, directing his words to Jesse.

"We know what you're thinking, babe, and we think that you've teased us enough already," Jesse says to you, and kneads his hands on your waist, picking and pulling at the fabric of your dress. Bold of him to assume what you're thinking - you're the Jedi here, not him. Either way, his thoughts are true. You have teased them enough, but there's no harm in drawing it out just a little longer, is there?

Jesse steals a kiss from you again, and you can feel him smiling as you let out a soft moan. Hardcase continues kissing up your neck, rutting his semi-hard cock against your ass; his lips wander down below your neckline, and he bites and sucks at your skin, leaving a purple blotch behind. It's in just the right place, an area where your Jedi robes will cover it up, but if you want to tease him on the battlefield, all you need to do is pull back at the thin layer of clothing, revealing his mark.

Just as Hardcase is about to kiss your neck again, a voice calls out "get a room!"

Oh yeah, you're doing all this on the dance floor of 79's. Whoops. Jesse pulls away and chuckles at the strangers remark. "See? Even he thinks we should get going," he states, and you finally agree to make a move.

Jesse leads you off the dance floor, and Hardcase keeps his hand comfortably around your waist. You wander back over to the booth, picking your drink up off the table and finishing it off. "It's time, boys!" Hardcase states, grinning from ear to ear.

"Oh?" Fives looks over to you, flashing you a cheeky grin. It seems the many glasses of water on the table have finally brought him back to a stable level; Kudos to Kix for dealing with him.

Tup passes you your bag as he shuffles off the sofas, and you thank him by pulling him down for a quick kiss. You break away with a soft laugh as you hear Fives complain "where's mine, huh?"

"You can get it when we're in the taxi," you explain.

Fives swats Hardcase's arm from around your waist, replacing it with his own, and mouths the words "my turn," to Hardcase, who simply laughs at his eagerness. You and Fives take the lead, exiting the club with your squad following behind.

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The ride back to the barracks is... eventful, as is entering the barracks itself. Jesse and Kix walk ahead, pretending to be drunker than they actually are so they can distract the guards with their very existence. The rest of you sneak by, sheltered by a wall of horny clones, and you're ushered into their dorm.

The second you step foot into the room, Fives is all over you. With his hands on your hips, he leads you over to the wall, pushing you up against it and locking his lips with yours. Fives's hand trails up to grab your bag, pulling it from your grasp, and chucking it onto a nearby bed, leaving your hands free to wrap around his neck. He's impatient and needy, hungrily kissing you, his hands struggling to find a single place to rest; they slide over your waist, down your back, and grab at your ass, before trailing up and repeating the process all over again.

"Kriff, calm down. She's not going anywhere," one of his vods comments. Kix possibly?

Fives ignores the comment and continues turning your legs into jelly, making up for all his apparent 'lost time.' When he does finally pull away, he's grinning. His pupils are blown, full of lust, eyeing you up like a piece of meat, until somebody swats him away.

"I'm the one who proposed this to her, so I get first dibs," Jesse intervenes. There's something thrilling about the way they're speaking about you, as if you're not there, as if you're their property. In some ways, you are theirs - you have always been theirs - but only tonight have things finally taken a step forward.

Somebody has dimmed the lights, enough to set the mood, but still light enough that you can see what's happening, and so can everyone else. Everybody's watching as Jesse leads you over to what you assume is his bunk, sitting down and pulling you onto his lap. Your knees fall onto either side of his hips, spreading your legs, your dress hiking up your thighs.

Jesse places his hands on your waist, holding you as his lips take over from where Fives left off. As he kisses you, he pulls down on your waist, grinding you over his semi-hard cock, reminding you of what's to come. You feel the hem of your dress slip up slightly over your ass, and one of the clones sighs at the small teaser.

Jesse knows what his vods are after, so his hands trail up your back, finding the zip. He slowly unzips your dress, taking his time to reveal what lies beneath, and breaks the kiss so he can pull your dress over your head, discarding it on the bunk next to him.

Needless to say, the air is filled with an array of praise, mutters and moans at the sight of you. You're straddling the ARC Trooper in your underwear and heels, now being freed of your bra. Jesse groans as your tits fall free, and moves his lips down your body, along your neck, over your collarbone, until he latches onto a nipple.

You feel something tug at your foot, and peer over your shoulder to see Hardcase removing your heels; he's polite (and sober) enough to place them down neatly, rather than tossing them to the floor, or worse, throwing them at his vods. Hardcase then stands up, peering over you, and prevents your lips from feeling lonely. He keeps your mouth occupied, whilst Jesse flicks between both of your tits, and both of them find their way to your panties.

"Need to get these off you," Hardcase mutters against your lips. Hardcase hooks his fingers around one strap, Jesse has the other, and the pair slowly slide them off you, moving with your body as you shuffle from Jesse's lap to remove them. You're left naked in a room full of your men, the men that have served under you for a few years now, but it seems that Jesse is the one taking the lead tonight.

"C'mere," Jesse mutters as he manhandles you off his lap. He shimmies around and lays down, his head at the foot of the bed, feet resting against his headboard. Jesse pats his shoulders before making grabby motions with his hands, signalling for you to climb aboard.

With one knee on either side of Jesse's face, you straddle him. Despite the alcohol still pumping through your system, you're still nervous, exposing yourself fully to your men. They're all reacting positively, a few of them palming themselves through their smart pants. Your nervousness doesn't stay for long, being brushed away as Jesse pulls your cunt down onto his face.

He licks a firm stripe over your pussy, followed by a few more curious ones, before wrapping his lips around your clit and sucking. You yelp, instinctively grinding down on Jesse's face, and he seems to like it from the hum he lets out. "Kriff," you overhear one of the clones mutter, and you realize it's Fives when he pipes up with "go on, sweetheart. Fuck his face!"

Jesse nods against your cunt, and the squad seems eager for a show, so, why not?

Firm hands hold onto your thighs, steadying you as you begin rocking back and forth over Jesse's tongue. He's flattened it out nicely, and at this angle, you're able to brush your clit over the wet muscle, grinding oh-so-perfectly. The room is filled with soft words of encouragement, "that's it, doll," and "keep going for us!"

You feel bad that Jesse isn't receiving anything in return, so whilst sitting on his face, you begin unfastening his pants, eventually freeing his cock.

Oh, thank the Maker for those yummy Jango Fett genes.

Jesse is thick, leaking with precum, slightly red at the tip. If he's thick, then that means the rest of them are thick... you're in store for quite a treat.

With one hand barely wrapped around Jesse's cock, you begin pumping his already hard length, earning a whimper from the man beneath you. Your hips have slowed in pace, and Jesse urges you to speed up by grabbing your hips and moving them for you. He takes over, fucking you onto his face for a few moments before steadying your hips again, and wrapping his lips around your clit instead.

You yelp, pumping Jesse's cock faster, and he lets out a similar pleasant sound. Another hand appears on your body, and you peer over your shoulder to see Hardcase grabbing your ass, kneading at your cheeks, playing with them. "Got room for one more?" he questions, eyeing you up.

"Uh-huh," you say with a nod.

Hardcase flashes you a cheeky grin before moving his head down to kiss over your cheeks, lightly biting at each mound, moving from one cheek to the other. Every time it feels like he's getting close to your entrance, he moves across to the other cheek, teasing you with a smile on his lips. You're half tempted to push back onto his face, but he beats you to it by running his tongue over your rim, circling your entrance curiously.

Hardcase doesn't hold back, attacking your entrance with his tongue, his hands kneading at each cheek. Jesse continues flicking his tongue against your clit, and a hand is removed from your thigh; fingertips brush over your pussy, slicking themselves up, before a finger slides into you, not stopping until he reaches his knuckle.

Jesse slowly begins working you open, not that you need it much, considering your heavy arousal. Hardcase notices and takes the hint, wetting his finger in his mouth before pressing the pad against your entrance. He circles your ass a few times, relaxing the muscle, before slowly and gently pushing in. Unlike Jesse, Hardcase takes his time, working with your body to slowly open your ass up.

Your hand continues sloppily pumping Jesse's length, just enough to keep him satisfied; you want to do more, but your thoughts and feelings are already occupied. Just when you think you can't take any more, another clone comes into your line of sight, and asks you those exact words as he knees down in front of you.

"Can you take any more?" Kix questions, eyeing you up, reading your body language.

"Uh-huh," you nod once more, and Kix seems content with your approval.

He plants a light kiss on your lips before standing, and works on unfastening his pants, revealing yet another thick cock for your pleasure. You know exactly what Kix is after, so you open your mouth, awaiting him; he lets out a groan at the sight, and slips his cock past your lips, the underside brushing over your tongue.

Both of your hands are occupied, with one propping your weight up, and the other pumping Jesse; so, you make do with your mouth, sucking him to the best of your ability, and despite being slightly sloppy, Kix seems more than satisfied. He's an understanding man who can clearly see how busy you are.

And oh kriff, you sure are busy.

An orgasm is sitting on the fence, waiting for that final push. Jesse slips another finger into you, curling them and searching for that sweet spot. He knows he's found it when he overhears a muffled moan, and your moan seems to echo, as one of the clones groans at the sight of you. Hardcase removes his finger from your ass, slipping his tongue in and tongue-fucking your small gape, slicking you up so he can begin pushing two fingers in. Like before, he goes slow, understanding the stretch and burn that you're feeling right now.

Hardcase, within time, reaches his knuckles, and gently works his fingers in and out of you. That sensation, added with Jesse's fingers in you, and lips around your clit, is more than enough to have you cumming. You have to slip off Kix's cock to let out a shaky moan, thighs and body trembling as your orgasm takes you. Your forehead presses against Kix's thigh, eyes scrunched shut and mouth hanging open, and Kix soothes you by running his fingers through your hair, keeping it off your face.

You overhear Tup gasp, Dogma whine, and Fives cheer you on. "That's it, sweetheart," one of them encourages, but your mind is so hazy that you're not sure who it was. Either way, the words of encouragement are appreciated, as well as the soothing touches that Kix and Jesse are leaving over your body.

You soon come back around, still trembling from the intensity. Your eyes meet Kix's, who places a kiss on your forehead before settling down on the bunk beside you, muttering something about you having your hands full.

Curiously, you peer over your shoulder, and only then do you realize that Hardcase now has three fingers inside your ass. You're ready, and Hardcase flashes you a look that confirms it. "Wanna see what else we can do?" Hardcase questions, and you swiftly nod, accepting their advances.

Hardcase slowly slips his fingers from your ass, and works on removing his clothes. A kiss is planted on your inner thigh before Jesse gives you the signal to roll off, and you do so, letting the clone crawl out from beneath you. His face is soaked - no, drenched - and your juices have dribbled down over his chin, darkening the collar of his shirt.

"How do I look?" Jesse chuckles, before wiping his mouth and chin with his shirt sleeve. Taking Hardcase's idea, he too undresses, leaving you sat on your knees on his bunk.

Hardcase frees himself from his clothes first, and takes a seat beside you. He's about to get into position, until Fives calls out his protest. "You just had a go with her!" he whines.

"We'll be quick," Hardcase winks. He gets comfortable on the bunk, lying on his back, head pressed against the pillow. Hardcase makes a grabbing motion at you whilst mumbling "I want your ass," and with a laugh, you begin getting into position.

At first, you feel awkward and exposed, settling so your back is pressed to Hardcase's tattooed chest. He takes the lead, swinging your legs on either side of his, spreading you wide, and signalling for you to hold your hips up. Hardcase wraps his hand around the base of his cock and begins searching for your entrance, and with your help, he finds your ass.

"Go at your own pace, babe," Hardcase comments, and allows you to take your time sliding down onto his cock. Despite being prepped, Hardcase is still a stretch, slowly working your ass open. A mixture of groans fill the room as you slowly slide onto him, soon reaching his base, a gasp escaping your lips. "Beautiful," Hardcase comments, and reaches around to flick his fingers over your clit, attempting to help you relax.

"You ready for me?" Jesse questions, and all you can do is nod as nothing escapes your lips. Jesse shuffles up the bed, settling between your thighs. He slowly enters you, making a comment under his breath about how soaked your pussy is.

Jesse slides in with ease, holding his cock deep inside you, bottoming out. He awaits your signal before making a move, as does Hardcase, and when you give it, both the clones start slowly.  

Your head rolls back to rest on Hardcase's shoulder, and the tattooed clone places a kiss on your temple before turning his focus to bucking up into your ass. Jesse's speed is slightly faster, considering he's in an easier position, and fucking a looser hole. Either way, you're full to the brim, moaning and groaning for them as Hardcase continues flicking his fingers over your clit.

"Kriff, doesn't she look good?" you overhear Kix comment.

Dogma follows up with, "if only you could see yourself, Commander."

Commander, Kriff. That status somehow slipped your mind - you're their Commander, their superior, and your men are currently watching you be fucked, whilst queueing up to take their turn with you. Let's hope your Jedi training has paid off, as you're going to need an extra stern poker-face the next time you're in their presence, or worse, in the presence of your Master.

Jesse, from the sounds that he's making, doesn't seem like he's going to last long. In his defense, you have been pumping his cock this entire time, despite your handiwork being somewhat sloppy. Hardcase's hand on your clit brushes over the perfect spot, causing you to clench in response, and that is more than enough to bring Jesse to orgasm.

"Where?" he manages to blurt out.

"Inside," you order, and every single clone in the room groans at your reply.

Jesse is about to ask if you're certain, but his body gives up before he can speak. Jesse slides his cock as deep as he can, and fills you up, panting and groaning as he releases. He's a debauched, a sweaty mess, possibly still drunk from earlier. Once he's somewhat stable, he slips his cock from you, slowly shuffling off the bed and collapsing on a nearby bunk.

Hardcase kisses your neck, as if to remind you that he's still there, or warning you, since he moves his hands to hold beneath your knees, pulling your knees up against your shoulders, and begins fucking up into your ass.

Your legs are spread, displayed for the other clones to watch as Hardcase ensures that you won't be able to walk for weeks. He's a grunting, sputtering mess beneath you, groaning into the curve of your neck as he chases his release.

A few more thrusts and Hardcase is finishing in your ass, holding your body tight against his as he leaves his mark. You're almost certain you heard a few whimpers from him, meaning his orgasm must have been intense. Eventually, a sweaty Hardcase begins slipping himself from you, being gentle as he rolls you off his chest.

Hardcase has barely removed himself off the bunk before another clone calls out "I'm next," and you look in the direction of the voice to see Dogma slipping his clothes off.

"Dogma? You?" Tup questions.

"Yeah, me!" he states, pointing a finger to himself.

"I didn't think you would," Tup shrugs, and in Tup's defence, you agree with him.

"I thought you'd be the type to tell on us," an exhausted Jesse comments, still laying back on a nearby bunk, spread out and panting heavily.

"Even if he did, I don't think anybody would believe him," Fives adds with a laugh.

"Stop being so mean to him, Troopers. Dogma is just as welcome as everybody else," you defend, and the clone thanks you with a smile.

"As welcome as everybody else?" Fives repeats your word. "Kriff, Commander, I didn't realize you were inviting the entire Legion!" he jokes, and you roll your eyes at Fives's comment, twisting your words cheekily.

You ignore Fives's playful remark, turning your attention to Dogma instead, who's just about finished removing his shirt. "How do you want me, handsome?" you question.

Dogma's eyes light up at your little nickname, and he orders you to "get on your front, hands and knees, and face the boys."

Orders are orders, and you follow them without question. Dogma shuffles in behind you, kneading your ass for a few moments before wrapping his hand around his cock. You're already slick enough, with your own release smeared around your thighs, and a release in both holes, so Dogma doesn't bother using his own spit to slick up his cock. Instead, he glides his cock over your pussy, ensuring the tip of his cock flicks over your clit with every thrust, and once he's satisfied, he begins pushing into your ass.

You let out an "oh," as Dogma slides in, letting out a grunt as he bottoms out. With his hands on your hips, and the signal from you to continue, Dogma begins fucking your ass, gawking over the sight of his cock disappearing and reappearing from you. "That's it," he mutters under his breath. "Kriff, you look so good for me."

"For us," Kix intervenes, and Dogma shoots him a grumpy glare.

Dogma is clearly trying to prove his vods wrong, showing them that he wants this, that he won't rat everybody out for breaking so many rules. His thrusts are heavy, the sound of your ass slapping against his pelvis fills up the room, pushing moans from your lips with every thrust. You can feel Hardcase's release slowly being pushed from your ass, settling around your rim, soon to be replaced with Dogmas.

You overhear someone shuffling about, and Kix soon appears in your line of sight. "I'm back," he says with a smile. "Care to continue where we left off?" Kix questions, and lets out a pleasant sigh when you nod in agreement.

This time, you have your hand free, and you wrap it around Kix's cock as the tip slips into your mouth. Dogma's not letting up his thrusts, pushing your head forwards with every roll of his hips, causing you to lightly gag on Kix's length. Kix seems to enjoy it, as do the viewers, and the sensation is alright for you; so, you continue, eventually letting Kix begin thrusting and fucking your mouth, his pace matching Dogmas.

Kix notices the lack of attention on your pussy, and leans forward, hand reaching out to dip beneath your body and help get you off, but Dogma swats his hand away. At first, you're insulted, as is Kix, until Dogma speaks up and explains his actions. "Let's see how long she can last without being touched," he cheekily states, and Kix flashes him a similar smile before looking down at you.

"Sorry, Commander. Orders are orders," Kix shrugs, and returns to fucking your mouth.

You let out a whine, as does Tup, who seems sympathetic at the lack of attention in your key areas. Fives, on the other hand, is hollering, "she won't last long. She'll be begging for it soon!"

Ugh, he's right. Despite already having an orgasm, you're chasing another, eager for that certain-something to help get you off. The more Dogma and Kix fuck you, the more your cunt burns, and when you try to remove your hand from Kix's cock, he wraps his hand around your wrist to prevent you from touching yourself, clicking his tongue with a disapproving "ah-ah!"

"Soon, sweetheart," Dogma says from behind you, and judging from the way his cock is twitching in your ass, you assume he's close.

Dogma picks up his pace, ruining your own pace on Kix's cock - or improving it, as Kix groans when you gag, spit pooling from the corners of your mouth. "So wet," Kix comments under his breath, and returns to fucking your mouth again, grunting and moaning with every thrust.

"Oh, Maker!" Dogma sighs as he pushes his cock as deep as it'll go. With his hands tightly around your hips, he earns his release, filling your ass with hot, sticky cum. Your moan is muffled from Kix's cock, who has slowed his thrusts, almost to a halt. Kix waits for Dogma to finish, and once he's slipped out, he manhandles you into a new position.

Kix rolls you onto your back, legs against the edge of the bed. He's clearly in a rush, his orgasm sitting on the edge, and he hurries to slide his cock into your pussy, one leg up on the bed, the other remaining on the floor.

Kix only thrusts a few times before bottoming out and cumming inside, his load mixing with Jesse's, who has finally perked up after passing out on another bunk. "Good girl," Kix mutters as the pad of his thumb presses to your clit, grinding in circles a few times. He's milking his release, slowly fucking you in a hazy post-orgasm state, biting his lip whenever you clench around his overstimulated cock.

When Kix can't take any more, he pulls out, and your clit is left unattended. You can feel his and Jesse's load leaking from you, and your eyes lock onto Tup, who was just eyeing up your cunt, his cheeks turning red at the sight of your sticky, cum soaked pussy.

"We're up, Tup!" Fives says with a laugh, patting his vod on the shoulder, snapping him out of his fixated state. Fives has the audacity to follow up his rhyme with finger guns, causing you to roll your eyes at the cheek of this man.

Tup lets out a "huh?" before realising that it's his turn to play with you. The pair are quick to strip off; Fives leaves his clothes strung over the floor, whilst Tup leaves his on his bunk. Just like the rest of your squad, they're hung, and your holes are already beginning to feel sore at the sight of them.

Fives motions for you to stand, and with extremely wobbly legs, you manage to get up, clinging onto Fives as you do so. "Tup, c'mere and help me out," Fives playfully orders, before turning his focus to you.

He bends down slightly, arms stretched out, and asks for you to wrap your legs around his waist. "Catch her if she falls, Tup," Fives comment, and you hear a soft "oh, kriff," from behind you.

Well, you don't fall. Your legs are wrapped around Fives's waist, hands around his neck, awaiting the next move. Five pauses, staring out into thin air, before realizing his mistake.

"Wait, I want to fuck your ass... Tup, you pick her up," Fives comments, and gently places you back down on the floor, only to spin you around so you're facing Tup instead.

"Idiot," Jesse mutters under his breath, and Fives glares at him over your shoulder.

Tup wraps his arms around your waist, and on his nod, you jump up into his lap. He moves your legs to wrap around his waist, ankles crossing over, and your hands trail up to settle on his shoulders, fingertips playing with his loose strands of hair. Tup, for some reason, is trembling, and you're uncertain if it's from your weight, or his nerves. A soothing kiss on his nose reveals that it's his nerves, as he begins to relax, and your weight is then shared between the two clones as Fives approaches you from behind.

Fives focuses on slipping his cock into your ass, before taking your weight off Tup, allowing him to slide up into your pussy. The pair bottom out, pulling you down onto their lengths, and find an even way to hold your weight, making it easier on everybody.

At first, the pair are an uneven, a sloppy mess, struggling to find the right rhythm. Despite their lack of sync, you're still enjoying yourself, but the second they finally sync up, it's game over. With your hands desperately clinging onto Tup's shoulders, you roll your head back against Fives's shoulder, moaning and groaning as the fuck you.

Tup lets out a sigh as he comments "you're so good for us," his hands kneading at your thighs around his waist.

"Isn't she just?" Fives smirks, and his hands on your ass give you a squeeze. "Poor Tup here looks like he's going to cum already," Fives bites at his vod, and Tup sends him a disappointed glare.

"Play nice, you two," you softly order, not wanting to be stuck in the middle of their play fight.

They let out a "yes, Commander," as their thrusts continue, the sound of synced up skin against skin echoing around the dorm room.

However, the sound of the door opening makes everybody jump out of their skin, and you all turn with wide eyes to see none other than Captain Rex entering the room. Fives and Tup come to a halt, Jesse sits up on his bunk, and everybody awaits Rex's move.

Rex, with a stern expression, reaches a hand out to press the lock button on the dorms' door. "You forgot to lock it," he states, then tuts and shakes his head, scolding his men for their sloppiness.

Rex is still in uniform, his helmet tucked under his arm. The sound of heavy footsteps slowly approaches you, Tup, and Fives, and all three of you watch as Rex comes to a halt in front of you. You gulp, despite being a higher ranking than Rex, and despite knowing that he is also in on this.

The expression Rex gives you sends a shiver down your spine; he raises a single brow, slowly eyeing all of you up and down, before his lips finally trail into a smirk. A gloved hand reaches out and finds its way between your legs, instantly settling over your clit. Rex begins to slowly rub your clit, the fabric of his gloves giving you that something extra, and he speaks up in his usual, bold, military tone.

"You've got to play with her as you're fucking her, boys," Rex states, smirking as he notices everybody's expressions drop, letting out sighs of relief. "How is she meant to cum if you're not focusing on the right areas?" Rex questions, and gestures for his men to pick up their pace again.

Fives and Tup begin bucking up into you again, still slightly nervous, but lust soon takes over and evens them out. Rex turns his full attention to you, and the deepness of his voice makes your pussy clench. "Have these men served you well?" he questions.

"They have," you mutter, nodding as you speak, eager to express your fondness.

"That's good to hear, Commander," the Captain smirks. His eyes stay glued to yours, and you can't bare to look away. His fingers are working wonders on your clit, and the sensation of Fives and Tup tending to you is swiftly becoming too much. Your breaths become quick and short, and your eyes struggle to stay open. Rex takes not and announces, "she's close, boys."

"Go on, show off for Rex," Fives says against your ear, and Tup nods along in agreement. A few more thrusts and you're clenching around their cocks, both men grunting and moaning as you up their sensation. Rex doesn't stop playing with your clit, at first, until your thighs begin to twitch from overstimulation; only then does he pull away, taking a step back and settling his hands on his hips after placing his helmet down on a nearby bunk.

Tup lets out a whine, and you can feel his cock twitching inside you. "Good boy, Tup," you direct your praise to him, and that alone is enough to make him cum. Tup buries his head into the curve of your neck, groaning against your skin as his load joins the others inside you, most of it oozing out past his cock and dripping to the floor.

"Kriff, guess it's my turn," Fives comments with a light laugh. He buries his head into your other shoulder, kissing and nipping at your skin as he continues fucking your ass. It doesn't take long for Fives to also cum, burying his length up to the base, and groaning when you twitch from overstimulation. "So karking good," Fives mutters, and repeats his compliment as he lifts his head off your shoulder, before kissing your cheek.

Slowly and steadily, the pair lower you, avoiding the slippy patches of cum on the floor that has dripped from both your holes. You're debauched, exhausted in every aspect, and undeniably cock-dumb as Rex approaches and asks "got room for your Captain?"

"Always," you steadily sigh. Rex chuckles at your eagerness, then gestures for you to get comfortable on a bunk.

You pick Jesse's bunk, seeing as it's already a mess, plus it's in the centre of everybody's line of sight. Knowing Rex, he'll want to make a show of this, turning it into some training exercise as a way of covering up what is really going on here.

You sit back on the bed, falling back onto your elbows, and watch as Rex approaches. He unfastens his codpiece, discarding it onto a nearby bunk, and pulls his semi-hard cock out from beneath his blacks. The Captain is clean-shaven, thick and girthy, another cock to add onto your 'reasons why I can't walk this week' list.

Rex slips his gloves off before pumping himself with one hand, the other reaching down to trail over your overly sensitive cunt. Gentle fingertips slide over your wet folds, and Rex spreads you apart, revealing the sticky mess leaking from your entrance. "I see they've been keeping you full," Rex comments as his fingers trail up to glide over your clit, pressing firmly and flicking over the bud.

"Very full," you nod along. Your eyes flick to Rex's cock, which is now hard, precum leaking like crazy. Rex notices the way you're looking at his length, and he stops pumping his shaft, holding at the base instead, as if to present it.

"Is this what you want?" he teasingly questions, causing you to shudder.

"Yes, Captain," you nod, and Rex lets out a satisfied sigh.

"Place the order, Commander," Rex orders in his own way.

You lick your lips, followed by clearing your throat, and keep your eyes locked onto your Captains as you state "your orders are to fuck me, Captain."

"Yes, Ma'am."

You overhear a handful of men groan at your tone of voice, no doubt working themselves up again. "I'll show you boys how it's done," Rex says with a smug laugh as he moves both of his hands to your knees, and slowly pushes them up until they're almost pressing your shoulders, folding your body in half. He keeps one hand on your knee, the other holding the base of his cock as he begins slipping into you.

It isn't until you feel cold plastoid pressing against your body that you realize he's still in uniform.

Rex is fucking you with his armour on? Oh.

The sound that Rex lets out as he bottoms out is one that will forever play on repeat in the back of your mind. He holds himself there, scrunching his eyes shut as he regains focus, enticed by how wet and warm you feel. Once Rex has evened out, he begins thrusting into you, and oh Kriff, this man does not hold back.

With your body folded in half, Rex is able to drive his cock even deeper, his tip brushing over your g-spot with every thrust. Your legs find their way around his upper back, ankles locking over each other, and to encourage Rex, you press your heel against his back, urging him to give you all he's got. Rex's eyes meet yours, a single brow raised, and he makes a brief comment about how needy you are.

You're already a babbling mess, and Rex has only just begun! No doubt, you'll pass out the second he's finished with you, but your men are here to pick up the pieces, labelling you as a war hero for helping them during such desperate times.

"How're you doing, sweetheart?" Rex questions, affectionate eyes locking onto your half-lidded ones.

"G-good," is all you can reply, and Rex chuckles at your cock-dumb mentality.

When words fail, actions speak, and Rex dips his head down to introduce his lips to yours. Despite his heavy thrusts, the kiss is steady, adding to your overstimulation. You've always been fond of your Captain, but you could never quite put your finger on why; now you've got it - it's because he fucks so kriffing good!

As the kiss breaks, you reach around Rex's neck, hands clasping onto his back, attempting to rake your nails into his slippery armour. Rex lets out a soft laugh before kissing along your neck, leaving his mark below where your Jedi robes sit - what a smart man.

"Rex, I'm-" you blurt out.

"I know, sweetheart," Rex replies in a soothing voice, only for his tone to turn stern as he questions "you're going to cum for me, aren't you, Commander?"

Your reply can't seem to leave your lips, so you nod in response. Rex chuckles at your desperation, and to your surprise, he stops what he's doing. His thrusts come to a sharp halt, and he quickly slips his cock from you, leaving you with your mouth hanging open.

Just as you're about to question what he's doing, as are the other clones, he sits on the end of the bed beside you and slips two fingers into your cunt, instantly curling them and fucking you where he left off.

Rex clearly knows something you don't, but you allow him to take the ropes, especially as your orgasm is on the edge. There's a strange sensation in your gut, something you haven't quiet felt before, and judging from the way it's growing with Rex's movements, you assume you'll soon find out.

"Watch and learn, boys," Rex states, but keeps his eyes focused, locked onto yours.

You're putty in his grasp, mewling on the bed, not bothering to hold back on your moans. You're about to cum, any second now, but that foreign sensation takes over instead. Suddenly, everything becomes too much, especially Rex's fingers hitting that soft spot inside you over and over. You yelp as something takes over your body, an orgasm of some kind; on shaky elbows, you rush to prop yourself up, gazing down to watch in amazement as you squirt all over your Captain's arm, the liquid coating his plastoid armour.

"Good girl," Rex coos through gritted teeth, repeating the praise, but doesn't let up just yet. Kriff, you're screaming, even with your hand over your mouth. You fall back onto the bed, clawing at the sheets as this orgasm lasts longer than usual.

Even after you squirt, Rex continues fucking you with his fingers, as if to ensure that you're empty. He eventually calms down, and only then does your volume begin to drop, revealing the vast amount of praise from your troopers.

"That was beautiful, Commander!" Fives calls out.

"Kriff, she's shaking," you overhear Tup comment.

Jesse whines "my karking bed is soaked..." under his breath, which makes you smile to yourself. He was the one to suggest his bed, so he can lie in his wet grave!

A gentle stroke of your hair makes you open your eyes, only to meet Kix, who's gazing down at you. "Are you alright?" he questions.

"Uh-huh," you lazily nod, and he smiles at your exhaustion. Kix slowly props you up, letting you fall back against him. Your eyes trail to Rex, who looks almost as tired as you do. He's wiping something off his thigh, and if your calculations are correct, his thigh was out of your splash zone.

"Did you cum?" you ask Rex, who looks up at you with a tired smile. He nods in confirmation.

"Untouched," Rex states, and you take pride in making him cum in such a way.

You have a sudden burst of energy, and use it to lean forwards and thank your Captain with a kiss. Rex smiles against your lips before playfully nipping at your bottom lip, earning a sarcastic comment of "get a room!" from Jesse.

"I think we should get you into the refresher instead," Rex comments as he breaks the kiss.

"As good as that sounds, I can't walk," you sigh, and attempt to gesture to your jelly-like body, only for your arms to flap about and fall flat at your sides.

Rex laughs at your exhaustion, then informs you that he'll run you a bath instead. You look at him with a surprised expression, to which he states "I know, I wasn't expecting the GAR to treat us to baths, either."

Rex leaves you in the company of Kix, who begins checking over your body whilst asking you over and over if you're alright.

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A nice, hot bath doesn't take long for Rex to run. Hardcase, now in his blacks, with caution, picks you up and carries you to the dorms' refresher. He's extra gentle as he places your feet on the tile floor, keeping his arm around your waist to steady yourself as you slowly enter the bath.

Hardcase steals a kiss from you, muttering "thanks for tonight, Commander," against your lips before leaving you to it.

Kix enters the second Hardcase exits, bringing you a glass of water and a certain prevention pill. "Let me know if you need anything," he informs you before kissing your forehead and leaving you to relax.

Only for Fives to come barrelling in, instantly blabbering on about how good you were. "I always assumed you'd be quite the slut, but... well, I wasn't expecting that," Fives playfully jabs, and insists that "we should all do it again some time!"

Dogma peers his head around the door and barks at Fives to leave you alone, but the second he shoos Fives out, he replaces the emptiness with himself instead. "Eh, Fives is right," Dogma comments, referring to Fives statement. "But don't tell him I said that," he grumbles as he steals a kiss from you.

You stretch back in the bath, enjoying the GAR assigned bubbles, and just when you think you're alone, Tup appears. "I don't want to smother you..." he sheepishly comments, "but I wanted to thank you for tonight." You can't help but laugh at Tup's kind demeanour, and the smile remains on your lips as Tup offers you a massage.

You accept, under the cheeky condition that Tup joins you in the bath. His cheeks turn pink at your suggestion, and continue turning pink the more he undresses. Tup even attempts to cover himself up as he settles in the bath with you, making you giggle once more.

Tup has your back resting against his chest, tenderly burying his fingertips into your damp skin, softening out those tight areas. You overhear commotion outside, and both of you laugh as it unfolds.

"No fair! Tup's in there having another round with her!" Fives protests, his voice thudding through the thickness of the refresher door.

"Leave her alone, Fives. She's a free woman, she can do what she wants!" Somebody defends, and you're almost certain it's Dogma.

"They're just cuddling, leave them alone," Rex intervenes, and you know it's Rex from his firmness and slight difference in tone.

Following the Captain's orders, you and Tup are left to it, cuddling and lazily washing each other. Once the water turns cold, you both make your exit, drying yourselves off and gawking when Tup lets down his hair, only to refasten it into another, fresh manbun.

A pair of blacks has been left for you on the side, and despite them being a little big, they still fit snugly. As you exit the refresher, the first thing you notice is that Jesse's bed has been completely stripped, bedding in the wash. The dorm is clean, and your clothes and bag have been folded and placed on Jesse's empty bed.

"I guess I'm staying the night," you comment, and gesture to ask who you're bundling up with.

Before anyone can get a word in, the Captain speaks up. "I missed out on most of the night, so I'd like to catch up with you."

You're unsure if 'catch up' means have a chat, or wake up to find Rex spoon-fucking you, but either way, you're down. With a nod of confirmation, you begin settling in for the night, curling up in Rex's bunk as he continues changing from his armour into a fresh pair of blacks to sleep in.

"Wait a minute," Jesse intervenes. "Where am I sleeping?" he questions, setting his hands on his hips with frustration.

"You can go give Tup a cuddle, he loves them, apparently," Fives maliciously comments, sending playful, yet bold daggers at his vod.

"Ah, leave Tup alone," Dogma defends him.

Before Fives can take another jab, Hardcase barks up with "we can spoon!" And Jesse doesn't look too pleased at his suggestion.

"You can join us, Jesse," Rex disgruntledly states.

"You do know these beds are singles, right?" Jesse states as he gestures to the small, single beds, barely big enough for one clone, let alone two, and you.

"Yes, but from what I've seen, the Commander likes it when she has a clone pressed up on either side of her," Rex teases, side-eyeing you as he comments.

An array of laugher fills the air, and Jesse nods in agreement. You remain quiet, as there's no point denying something that is blatantly true!

The lights are soon turned out, and the boys take it in turns to say goodnight to each other. In the dark, you feel Rex join you, manhandling you into position. Your head finds Rex's chest, an arm sprawled out underneath your neck, and your arm wraps around Rex's waist. Jesse then joins, and since your back is free, he decides to spoon you, trapping you perfectly in your 501st sandwich. Before falling asleep, you make a minor comment to Rex, as if to apologize for him not being there tonight. "We'll make sure you come with us next time," you quietly comment, referring to 79's, the venue that lead you here.

Jesse chuckles before mentioning how wild the night went. "You should have seen her, Captain. She's the sluttiest woman in the galaxy, grinding on Hardcase whilst making out with me," Jesse explains, and you lightly elbow him in the ribs for leaking so much information. A few men can be heard giggling in their bunks, if only you could elbow them too.

"Oh really?" Rex responds, his pitch heightening him as he asks. "Well, I'll definitely be there next time, and I'll ensure that I make up for my lack of presence," Rex promises, and knowing Rex, this is a promise he'll keep.

"I can't wait," you reply, softly yawning against Rex's chest.

"Neither can I," Fives comments from across the dorm, earning a giggle from Hardcase.

"Alright, men. That's enough. Go to sleep," Rex orders.

"Yeah, Captain's orders," you playfully comment, earning yet another sea of giggles.

Within time, the bunch calm down, and the air is soon graced with the soothing sounds of snoring clones. It doesn't take long for you to fall asleep, as your exhausted body is begging for some rest. You doze off, sandwiched snugly between an ARC Trooper and the Captain of the 501st.

What a dream!!!!

[phoenixyfriend]

Commander Buir: Chapter Three

TFW your gene donor accuses you of identity theft

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Cody doesn’t have much to do, really. He’s there as insurance for if things go wrong. Shmi gets a few credits out of the crew for repairing the ship’s caff maker, and maybe makes a friend in the engineer.

Cody has Anakin when Shmi doesn’t, and with no battles to fight and no war to coordinate, no saber to practice with and no brothers to banter with, all they can do is… grieve. Cody has his remembrances. Anakin meditates, though it sends his tiny body to sleep as often as not. They don’t talk about it, really, other than to let each other know if there’s a sore topic for the day.

Cody carries him about, and at least once, Shmi cries and cries and cries in the relative privacy of the fresher on their shared room.

He and Anakin go to the galley that day. Cody can’t think of a damn thing to do other than take Anakin around the room and teach him the Mando’a he remembers. Anakin, in turn, tells him the words for those same objects in Huttese. It’s a back-and-forth, a challenge, and it doesn’t take their minds off of things so much as it gives them somewhere to point their restless energy.

When Cody trains in the free space between crates in the hold, people watch. Mostly, they watch because Cody lets Anakin sit on his back as he does pushups, or ties the toddler to his chest as he performs kata. He doesn’t have any weights or a partner who knows what they’re doing, but the thirteen or so kilos of resistance is better than nothing. Skywalker keeps up a running commentary, trying to get his mouth to work the way he wants it to. Mostly, he talks about droids. Cody doesn’t mind, and the crew seems to think it’s cute.

They get to Druckenwell. They switch ships. This freighter is larger, and headed for Denon, carrying bulk medical equipment. There’s more hired security on this trip, and one of them eyes Cody’s plastoid with suspicion and derision that he wants to wipe off their face. He doesn’t, because he’s an adult in every way that matters, and he’s got to keep an eye on two people who cannot, in their current states, effectively defend themselves.

There isn’t a shooting range, but this ship has a rec room that involves a space he’s told is for some practice called ‘yoga.’

Nobody uses it.

“Do you know how to throw a punch?” he asks Shmi.

She forms a fist and mimes a mockery of a punch. She smiles when he gives her his best neutral expression, and says, “I had my share of street fights as a slave child, but I’ve never been taught how to fight properly.”

“Would you like to learn?”

The woman looks down at her son, who shrugs. “Cody’s good. He always whi—uh, he always made sure the shinies knew how to fight right.”

“I’m not a drill sergeant or even an ARC, but I didn’t get my rank just by being good at requisition forms,” Cody says. “If you want to know how to defend yourself, I want to teach you.”

“For Anakin’s sake?” She asks. It’s not the first time she’s tried to frame Cody’s kindness to her as something done for his friendship—such as it is—with Anakin.

“I’m not used to have this much free time,” Cody admits. “So it’s for my own sake, to cure the boredom, but also because I always prefer knowing the people around me can defend themselves if need be.”

“You’re not used to… civilians,” she says, the words resting oddly on her tongue.

Cody shrugs. She’s not wrong. Senator Amidala had been deadly when necessary, and even Senator Organa had at least been able to hold his own, for all that he and his were more suited to espionage than any kind of head-on fight. Other than those two, various local resistance groups—Syndulla came to mind—and a handful of medical professionals, Cody wasn’t used to interacting with anyone outside the GAR for longer than a few hours.

He certainly hasn’t ever been friends with someone like that, before.

It’s odd, and new, and he worries incessantly about Shmi running into trouble she can’t get out of the way a brother or a Jedi could have.

She smiles at him, and reaches across the table, and rests her hand on his. She meets his eyes. “You can teach me to fight if I can teach you how to budget for daily life instead of war.”

“That’s more than reasonable, ma’am.”

“And I need to teach you how to cook,” she adds. There’s a glimmer in her eye, and the edge of a smile. “I can’t have the father of my child feeding him nothing but rations and take-out, after all.”

Cody blanches.

--

Denon is larger than Druckenwell, and more heavily monitored than Christophsis. It’s an ecumenopolis, like Coruscant, which means finding a way in is easy and finding a way out is the opposite. It’s a pain in the ass to secure passage, because Cody doesn’t have contacts, and he definitely doesn’t have legal identification or permits for his weapons. The smugglers all have their preferred security already, and the legal freighters all hire through official channels, through corporations and guilds.

He’d just buy a ticket, with the leftover winnings and random cash he’d earned on the two previous trips, except the official ships want a passport and the unofficial ones won’t trust a Mandalorian without a chain code.

They just need to get to Coruscant, but for the time being, they’re stuck on Denon.

(It could be worse.)

(They could still be on Tatooine.)

He teaches Shmi how to fight, and she shows him how to cook. He guards her as they shop for groceries, and she walks him through how to barter at market. He teaches both of them Mando’a, and they both teach him Huttese.

It’s a holding pattern, without a proper way to make money, but Cody doesn’t know anyone here.

And then someone shoots at him.

--

So… Cody’s not stupid.

He’s had his moments, like anyone, but he’s good at what he does, and he wouldn’t have gotten rank without a hell of a lot of situational awareness, cleverness, and skill.

Cody knows there’s something dangerous about to happen. Someone’s following them, though he only catches the edges of movement and flashes of color. He can’t confront them, not with the Skywalkers in tow, and that means he can’t just turn and get a good look. Anakin’s tense and aware of the lurking danger, but can’t identify it. Shmi pretends she doesn’t notice, because a child’s discomfort is dismissed, and Cody can hide behind a helmet, but anyone following is going to see Shmi’s reactions without trouble.

Unfortunately, Cody is not psychic, and cannot dodge blaster shots coming at him from behind without leaving the Skywalkers exposed.

Fortunately, Anakin is.

Cody is shoved out of the way, and the stun bolt sails harmlessly past. He swears, pulls his own blasters, and crowds Shmi and Anakin behind him. Anakin’s crying, unable to control his body’s responses to the stressors, and Shmi is making herself small around her son. Cody tunes them out, eyes scanning the rooftops, but he can’t spot the attacker.

“General—”

“I d-d-don’ know!” Skywalker wails. Cody grits his teeth, tamps down his irritation, and focuses. Skywalker genuinely can’t control this right now. Big emotions for a tiny body.

“Shmi, move,” Cody says. “I’ll cover your back, just get moving towards a crowd. They waited to shoot until we were—”

He hears the whining of engines, and he shoves Shmi and Anakin back before he consciously processes the noise. He can’t pay attention to them after that, because a heavy, beskar-clad boot clips his shoulder on the owner’s way down. He’s a little preoccupied.

Armor, mostly silver-bare of paint, with some edging in blue. Baggy, grey-blue kute. Familiar.

Very, very familiar.

Cody grimaces behind his helmet as he blocks blow after blow, and thanks his lucky stars that he’s one of the best hand-to-hand combatants in his generation. He actually had been trained directly by Prime a few times, and that comes in more than a little handy right now. His plastoid cracks when the beskar hits, and even deflecting the punches is jarring to his bones. The fight isn’t as ugly as it could be, but it’s not pretty either.

He finds himself in the air on the power of someone else’s jetpack, and he has to twist and kick to make the shabuir drop him. He grabs onto a fire escape as he drops, slows his descent, and mostly avoids fucking up his ankle as he hits the ground and rolls to his feet.

“Don’t suppose there’s any chance of talking this out?” Cody shouts, channeling General Kenobi in an attempt to buy himself time to catch his breath. He can’t start a shoot-out, for all that Fett shot first.

“Identity theft isn’t exactly a crime Mando’ade take kindly to, so I’m not keen on talking it out,” Fett growls out. He’s got a blaster out. Great. “The hell kind of rumors are you trying to start?”

“I’m not,” Cody says, putting his hands up. It’s even true. “I don’t like you, but I didn’t pick the face I was born with. I have made zero attempt to claim I’m you.”

Fett’s helmet tilts just slightly, and Cody fights the urge to sigh.

“Can we do this without the guns?” Cody tries. “Believe me, I’d love to shoot you, but I need to get a kid to Coruscant, and I’d rather not risk getting shot by the Mand’alor before we’re even halfway there.”

“I’m not the Mand’alor.”

Cody rolls his eyes where nobody can see. “Well, I’m not letting Viszla claim the title, so you’re it until something better comes along.”

“I. Am not. The Mand’alor,” Fett grits out. “There is no Mand’alor.”

“In that case, the closest thing they system has to a Mand’alor is Kryze,” Cody says, flat as he can. He can’t imagine this is a new argument for people to throw at the Prime. Cody is actually tempted to follow up with something about how he wouldn’t mind swearing loyalty to the Duchess and taking on some kind of Protector role, but that might actually have Fett trying to kill him for real. The man’s always had mixed feelings on the woman. Sometimes, he almost seems to approve. Sometimes, he hates her. It’s too high a risk. “But fine. Not the Mand’alor. Still not putting the kid at risk because you’d rather shoot first and ask questions later.”

“I’m not that impulsive.”

Anymore, Cody says, in the safety of his own mind. There wasn’t a clone on Kamino that hadn’t heard of Dred Priest taunting Prime about who really turned Galidraan from a tense stand-off to a firefight that killed hundreds.

“Helmet off,” Fett orders, and Cody wants to punch him.

“Not here.”

“All that talk about me being Mand’alor, and you won’t even listen to a measly little—”

“I was denied the option of being Mandalorian,” Cody says, and he can hear how cold his voice is even through the vocoder. “I was denied the option of being a sentient being. I was bred and trained to follow orders, sir.”

There’s poison in his words, but he thinks it’s hurting him more than Prime.

The blaster wavers. It goes down. “What do you mean, bred?”

“CC-2224,” Cody says flatly. “That’s the only name I had until I was six. You do the math.”

“…Kyr’tsad?”

“You think they would tell their soldiers they can’t be Mandalorian?” Cody scoffs.

Fett shifts, and finally puts the blaster away. He crosses his arms. “Fine. You got a place?”

“Depends. You got anything that can keep it private?”

Fett nods.

“Shitty hotel room,” Cody says. “I need to find the kid.”

“Yours?”

Cody doesn’t answer that. He just walks off, and lets Fett make his own decisions.

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[blooming-violets]

Pinky Promise || TASM Ch. 6

[Part One] [Part Two] [Part Three] [Part Four] [Part Five]

Summary: You and Peter play a game of truth. 

Warnings: The start of some smut but I stop before anything real juicy happens. Idk if that’s people’s jam or not and I don’t want to make anyone uncomfortable who wasn’t prepared for that when they started reading this series. So I tried to contain myself. It was hard. Just like Peter. winkwink

A/N: Everyone knows Andrew Garfield’s Peter is, by far, the horniest of all the Spidermans. Anyway I’m trying to redeem that abomination of the last chapter by allowing some Peter love to happen between these two. Also it’s two am. I’m terrible at proofing my work normally but I’m even worse at two in the morning. I could sleep and wait to reread it tomorrow but where’s the fun in that?

Tag List (as usual if I’ve missed someone or you’d like to be added, send me a message!): @hannahnikohl @poison-in-society @blooo0ooop @anakins-angel @the-winter-queen​ @queernami​ @navs-bhat​

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Peter never verbally promised to stay the night with you. Instead, he settled down comfortably at your side and patted your hand with a sweet smile. If your life was a cartoon, sparks would have shot out of your skin every time his hand touched yours. His close proximity to you inside this closet was giving you some strange feelings. You liked being this close to him. It made you forget about everything you had gone through this morning. 

“Do you want to play a game with me?” He asked. 

“Is it spin the bottle? Because I don’t think we have enough players for it to be played accurately,” you pondered. 

“I didn’t realize you were such a stickler for the rules,” he grinned at you. “And no. It’s not spin the bottle. It’s a game I’m making up right now. It’s called Tell Me the Truth or Else. We ask each other questions and we have to answer truthfully. Or else.” 

You laughed, “Wow. It’s got a very threatening aura. What happens if we get the ‘or else’ part? I hope it’s not death. I’ve come too close to that already today.” 

“Not death. The game just ends and we don’t get to play anymore,” he shrugged. “I don’t know, I didn’t think that far ahead. I’m a really bad planer”

Everything about Peter is so endearing. You felt relaxed around him. Unafraid. For someone with such powerful gifts, he had the softest personality. There was nothing intimidating about him. You’d let him drag you along into anything he wanted to do. 

“The rules are that you can’t ask a repeat question and we each get one free pass to skip a question.” He turned his body to face you and you mirrored his movements so you were sitting cross-legged in front of each other. 

“How do we know we’re telling the truth and not secretly lying?” You asked.

Peter thought about it for a second then extended his hand to you, pinky raised up. “Pinky promise. No lying allowed.”

You locked fingers with him, “Deal. You can’t break a pinky promise. No lying.”

“Good. This closet will now be known as the space of truth. Everything spoken from this moment foreword in here is the whole truth and nothing but the truth.” He slipped his hand from yours and put it back into his lap. “I’ll go first because it’s my game. When your birthday?”

“We’re starting easy I see. December the 11th. I turned 23. Lucky for you, you missed my birthday by about a month so you got out of having to buy me a gift.”

“You’re the one who’s missing out. I’m a really good gift giver,” he nodded. “Now it’s your turn.”

You had the opportunity to ask Spiderman any question in the entire world. There were some people who’d kill for this moment. Naturally, you panicked and couldn’t think of a single thing. You blurted out the first question that popped into your head, “What’s your full name?”

“Peter Benjamin Parker. You’re not allowed to use that information against me. Like even if you get offered millions of dollars to sell me out to the Daily Bugle, you’re still not allowed to give that up. Top secret information.” 

You pouted out your bottom lip at him, “But millions of dollars could fund both mine and Liv’s future college careers.”

“Okay, fine. You’re not allowed to sell me out for anything less than two million. That’s my final offer.” His eyes glanced down to the cast on your wrist. His eyebrow's raised with surprised, “Are you wearing me on your arm?” 

You looked down to see what he was talking about. Heat rose in your cheeks. You had completely forgot Olivia decorated your cast to resemble the Spiderman suit. Peter had finally noticed it. How mortifying. You quickly hid your arm behind your back, “No.” Then you remembered what game you were supposed to be play. No lying. “Shit. Yes. Don’t look at it.” 

Peter’s eyes lit up with a glee that you had yet to see on his face before. A huge, giddy smile spread across his lips. Happiness looked good on him. 

“Let me see!” He dived for your hand. You tried to push him away but he was faster than you. He collected your arm in his two hands and studied the cast. “I didn’t realize you were such a big fan. Do you want me to autograph it?” 

You stared daggers at him, utterly humiliated but still finding humor in the situation, “I hate you so much, Peter Benjamin Parker. No, I do not.”

He laughed. The sound was light and floated around the small room. It was the kind of laugh you could listen to forever. 

“Give me my arm back,” you tugged it out of his hand. “And you asked two questions, by the way. That’s cheating. For you information, I saw Olivia today and she was very pleased with the note she received from a certain Spiderman. It was her artistic choices which lead to the way this cast has been decorated. I had nothing to do it.” You added a small ‘humph’ sound at the end of your statement. 

“I happen to think it looks really nice. And to play fair, I’ll let you ask two questions in a row.” He kept sneaking glances down at the cast and suppressing little giggles. 

He was too cute. You could only shake your head at him, “Question one: What took you so long getting back to me when Hydro-Fuck was trying to kill me? And question two: How do you plan on making it up me since you almost let me die in your bathroom?”

If it weren’t for the lighthearted tone in your voice, you were sure Peter might have felt guilty over the questions. You wanted to make it clear that it wasn’t his fault and you were only poking fun at him. It was either you found a little humor in the situation or had another panic attack. You had been bordering on the edge of both those options since you locked yourself in the closet. 

He gave a deep sigh, “I was helping an old man who was getting swept away by a flood. I didn’t realize Hydro-Fuck, stealing that nickname by the way, had found his way into my house. I don’t even know how he knew where I lived. That’s an alarming thought to think about.” He lifted his head and leaned in closer to you, looking deep into your eyes, a little smirk on his lips. “How do you want me to make it up to you?” 

Your stomach flipped with excitement at his sudden closeness. You did your best to keep your face looking neutral. You didn’t want to give away how flustered he was making you feel. 

With a kiss. 

You licked your lips. There was no way in hell you could say that. Lying wasn’t allowed but he had said nothing about loopholes, “You can’t answer one question with another.”

He pulled back. You felt a sudden sense of disappointment. He shook his head at you, “That was not one of the rules.”

“Who said you were the only one allowed to make up rules? I’m adding this in. No questions to questions. Therefore, you need to answer properly.” You were so dumb. You should have just said it. What a way to kill the mood. 

Peter crossed his arms and gave you an unimpressed look, “Fine. I think I’m making it up to you right now. I came to visit you-”

“You broke into my apartment,” you interrupted him. 

“I did not break anything. You left the window open. I came to visit you, to make sure you were okay, then I saw you had gone a little insane so I distracted you with a made up game. Also I’m willingly sitting in the world’s hottest closet for you. It’s stuffy and boiling in here. Speaking of which, my next question; are you planning on leaving this closet at all tonight?”

A bit of shame washed over you. You didn’t want to admit it but you still felt scared. Had Peter only entertained you with a game because he thought you were loosing it? You thought he might of wanted an excuse to get to know you better. Either way, it had worked. For a moment you forgotten about the events of this morning. Now they came rushing back to you. 

You remembered the pure panic you had felt under the water. How helpless you were. So scared. So weak. You could pretend to joke about it all you want but, the truth was, it had really broken you. You couldn’t leave this closet. You couldn’t go back out there. You gave a weak “no” in response, keeping your head down in humiliation. 

“Hey...” Peter’s tone changed, his voice was soft. “I know that look.” He scooted closer. His hands reached out and cupped your face between them, tilting your head to look at him. His fingers brushed over your cheeks. 

“I’m sorry, Lucy. I didn’t mean to make you upset. We can stay in this closet all night if you want. I don’t want to leave. I promise. I’m not allowed to lie in here, remember? If you’re in here then that’s where I want to be too.”

You gave him a sad smile, “I’m tired. It’s been a really long day. Will you lie with me instead?” 

“Anything you want,” Peter pressed a kiss to your forehead. His lips still tingled on your skin even after he had left to fluff up a pillow for the two of you. He laid down on his side and patted the spot next to him. He had placed himself in front of the door. Whether it was intentional or not, it made you feel a tiny bit safer having him there. 

The only way you for you to fit comfortably was to also lay on your side as well. You chose to face him. If you went the other way, you’d end up in the spooning position. As thrilled as that might make you feel, you didn’t want to overstep. You rested your head next to his. 

He smiled at you, “I’m glad I met you, Lucy.” 

“I’m glad I met you too, Spiderman.” 

---

Butterflies danced in your stomach as you stared across the pillow at Peter. It had been over an hour since you last spoke. You had tried to sleep but, despite how tired you were, your mind was buzzing. 

His eyes were closed. He looked like he might have fallen asleep. His chest rose and fell with labored breathing. A bruise was forming along his cheek bone. Probably the result of his fight with Hydro-Man earlier. The brown, shaggy mop on top of his head was glistening with sweat. Strands of hair stuck to his forehead. He was perfect. 

“I can feel you staring at me,” he breathed. “Spidey senses.” 

His eyes fluttered open and gazed back into yours. You gave him a sheepish smile. 

The two of you were still shut inside of the closet. You refused to leave. You weren’t ready. In here, with him, it was safe. 

Your noses were practically touching as you laid facing each other. Your heads shared one pillow. Two grown adults stuffed close together on the closet floor. It was a tight fit. You both had to scrunch up in order to lay down together. Peter had tangled his legs between yours to have room. You didn’t mind. 

“It’s only because I think you’re pretty,” you teased back at him. It was true. He was pretty. 

A faint hint of red flushed under his cheeks. He smiled at you, “Not as pretty as you.” 

His comment surprised you. He had spoken it with such sincerity and softness. Now it was your turn to blush. You tried to cover the longing that was burning away inside of you with humor. You didn’t want to show him how vulnerable he made you feel. You tried to hold a joking tone in your voice when you responded with a feigned gasp, “Peter Parker, are you flirting with me?”  

“Yes,” he replied solemnly. There was no farce in his words. He kept his eyes trained on your face. 

You forced a swallow, your mouth suddenly dry. You didn’t know how to respond. You had been with others before but this was different. This one felt special. You didn’t want Peter for just one night. You wanted to keep him around for as long as he’d let you. 

“Is that a bad thing?” He asked you when you didn’t respond. 

“I almost died today. Olivia almost died yesterday. It’s like the world is trying to snuff us out but, every time it tries, you show up. It makes it really hard to not want to keep you around. The closer you are, the safer I feel.”  You busied yourself by adjusting the hem of your shirt. It was too much to look into his eyes. “Since I was a child, my life has been chaos. I feel like I’m constantly spinning through space, searching for anything to grab onto, anything to hold me steady. Sometimes I think I’ve found something special. Just when I start to grab on, it disappears out from under my grasp. I’m afraid if I reach out for you, you’ll disappear too.” 

You weren’t expecting any of that to come out of you. It was much deeper than you had intended. Something about the safety of the closet walls made you feel more exposed. You felt you could pour your heart out in here and, when you were done, you could walk out and close the door behind you. A space of truth, as Peter had called it. 

“Can I tell you a secret?” Peter’s hand reached out and he brushed his fingers over yours. “I convinced my aunt to call your work and request you specifically. We’ve never had a cleaner before. She thought I was crazy but I talked her into it. I didn’t realize you would have been sent over the very next day. It was still a shock to find you there when I woke up. But I wanted to make sure I had a reason to see you again.” 

“So you hired me to clean your house? That’s very romantic,” you rolled your eyes at him with a small smile. You actually did think it was very sweet. 

“Hey, I never said I was good at romance. I just wanted to make sure you didn’t disappear either. I don’t know why,” he said with a sigh. Then he leaned up, propping his hand under his chin and resting his weight on his elbow, looking down at you. “I think I when I saw you on the roof, after I brought your sister back, you had this look in your eyes when you saw her again. I couldn’t unsee it. It was love. Real, true love. The kind you can only hope your family would feel for you. Like you would set yourself on fire if it meant they would be okay. Or you would sit outside the hospital the entire night, in middle of a snow storm, because it meant that you could be closer to them. The kind of love that makes you fight for them at their lowest point. The kind of love where you’d never abandon them no matter what. I saw that look on your face and it changed something in me. It made me want to protect Olivia even more because I knew her safety would equal your happiness. All I wanted was to make you happy. For the first time in years, I felt like a hero. A real hero.” Tears pricked up in his deep, brown eyes. “You made me feel like I was worthy of wearing of that suit.” 

No one had ever spoke about you like that before. No one had ever really seen you like Peter had. You were so used to being brushed off, second place, hid away and passed around. Parent to parent. Foster home to foster home. Bouncing from one bad relationship to the next. You were in a constant struggle to keep your head above water. All you ever wanted was for someone to come along, grab your hand, and pull you up. His words made you feel like you deserved to live. He made you feel special. He had seen you on that rooftop and looked into your soul. For whatever reason, he seemed to like what he saw.

You wanted to feel closer to him. You needed to feel closer to him. 

You couldn’t help yourself anymore. You leaned over and pressed your lips against his. They were soft and warm. You could tell he wasn’t expecting it. His entire body froze at your touch. To be honest, you hadn’t expected it either. You surprised even yourself. It was the magic of this closet. The walls brought out the truths we keep buried inside ourselves.

You pulled away after just a quick peck. A little taste. Testing the waters. You were afraid of crossing a boundary with him. Your eyes searched Peter’s face looking, begging, for him to respond in some way that wouldn’t leave you mortified by your actions. When you weren’t getting much from his expression, you started to panic. 

“I’m sorry. I shouldn’t have done that. That was stup-” Before you could finish your sentence his lips were back against yours. 

A barrier between you two shattered. Any hesitation you had before completely disappeared. His hands found their way into your hair as your arms wrapped around his neck. There was a desperation in both your movements as you gripped onto each other. You wanted to drink in his very essence. You heard him press a soft moan into your lips. That sound alone was enough to drive you wild.

He rolled his body over yours. Your legs parted to wrap around him, letting him settle easily over you, like he was meant to be there all along. It wasn’t enough to just kiss him. You needed more. You placed your hands on either side of his face, pulling him away from your mouth just long enough for you to convey exactly what you wanted, the fiery excitement burning behind his eyes was enough to give you the confidence you needed. 

You pressed your lips to his ear and whispered, “Fuck me, Peter.” 

[Part Seven]

[differentcowboypanda]

Obi-wan: And here we see Anakin and Ahsoka in their natural habitat. Texting eachother variations of the word "garlic bread" to try to make eachother laugh. Anakin: Gaelic bread. Ahsoka: Grueling brad. Anakin: Ha ha, glamorous beans.

Ahsoka: I really like Eminem. Anakin: I prefer skittles. Obi-wan: They are talking about the rapper. Anakin: Why would they eat the wrapper?

Anakin: Adulting is hard. Anakin: How do I quit? Obi-wan: Time travel. Ahsoka: Die.

Anakin: I’m not a doctor I’m a medic. Ahsoka: What’s the difference then? Anakin: Well doctors actually save lives, medics just make you feel more comfortable as you die. Obi-wan: Note to self; never get shot.

Obi-wan: So what’s the plan? Ahsoka: I don’t know. You’re smart, *points at Anakin* they’re mean, come up with something.

Obi-wan: How did you even get in here? Ahsoka: Anakin's window! Or, as I like to call it, "Ahsoka's door"! Anakin: I’m closing the window.

Obi-wan: Why were you up yesterday until 3am? Anakin: How did you know I was up until 3am? Ahsoka: We could hear you clapping to the FRIENDS intro every 25 minutes.

Ahsoka: What are you two arguing about this time? Obi-wan: They’re always using common phrases incorrectly! Anakin: Cry me a table, Obi-wan.

Obi-wan: Ahsoka, gather the others. We need to have another Anakin-is-doing-something-stupid-again-and-we-have-to-stop-them-before-they-hurt-someone convention.

Ahsoka: Obi-wan won’t come out of their room! Anakin: Just tell them I said something. Ahsoka: Like what? Anakin: Anything factually incorrect. Ahsoka, shrugging: If you say so. Obi-wan, arriving moments later: Did you just say the sun is a PLANET?

Obi-wan: I'm not doing to well. Ahsoka: What's wrong? Obi-wan: I have this headache that comes and goes. *Anakin enters the room* Obi-wan: There it is again.

Ahsoka: Hey, did you know as a kid I accidentally ate paper? Obi-wan: I feel like we've all done that at least once. Anakin: I ate it too- Obi-wan: See? Anakin:: -On purpose... Ahsoka & Obi-wan: ...What?

Obi-wan: I have a bad feeling about this... Anakin: What do you mean? Obi-wan: Don't you ever get that little voice in your head that tells you if you're going to get into trouble? Anakin: No? Ahsoka: That actually explains so much.

Obi-wan: You have to apologize to Anakin! Ahsoka: Fine! Ahsoka: Unf*** you, or whatever!

Ahsoka: Anakin has no survival skills, their need to win has replaced them. Obi-wan: That can't be true! Ahsoka: Watch this. Ahsoka: Hey Anakin, race you to the bottom of the stairs! Anakin: *Throws themself out a window*

Obi-wan, to Ahsoka: If you see Anakin, give them this message *makes a neutral face* Obi-wan: They'll know what it means. *later* Ahsoka: oh, and Obi-wan said to give you a message. Ahsoka: *makes a neutral face* Anakin: Oh no. The neutral face of disappointment.

Obi-wan: Yesterday, I overheard Ahsoka saying “Are you sure this is a good idea?” and Anakin replying “Trust me,” and I have never moved from one room to another so quickly in my life.

Obi-wan: Remember! Curiosity killed the cat! Anakin: Yes, but you forget that satisfaction brought it back. So yes, Ahsoka, go find out if that thing can catch fire! Obi-wan: You're a bad influence. Anakin: And you don't know your sayings.

Obi-wan to Ahsoka: First rule of battle, little one... don’t ever let them know where you are. Anakin, shooting out of frame: WHOO-HOO! I’M RIGHT HERE! I’M RIGHT HERE! YOU WANT SOME O’ ME?! YEAH YOU DO! COME ON! COME ON! AAAAAH! Whoo-hoo! Obi-wan: Of course, there’re other schools of thought.

Obi-wan: I’m telling you, my team is competent. Ahsoka, rushing in: Obi-wan! Anakin tried to make pasta in the coffee pot and now it's broken!

Obi-wan: Five little monkeys jumping on the bed. One fell off and… Ahsoka: Was diagnosed with mesothelioma. Obi-wan: Mamma called the doctor and the doctor said… Anakin: You might be entitled to financial compensation if he or a loved one dies.

Anakin: I hate Obi-wan. Ahsoka: "Hate' is a strong word. Anakin: I have strong opinions.

Anakin: Uh, I think I got your lunch. *Holds up a note that reads: ‘I am very proud of you. Love, Obi-wan’* Ahsoka: Oh yeah. I didn’t think this was for me. *Holds up a note that reads: ‘Be good. For the love of God, Please be good.’*

Obi-wan: Where's Ahsoka? Anakin: Up on the roof. Obi-wan: THE ROOF?! Anakin: Relax. They have sunscreen on.

Ahsoka: Obi-wan, I’m afraid. Obi-wan: Just stay close to Anakin. Ahsoka: That's why I’m afraid.

Ahsoka: Obi-wan, I know you love Anakin. I mean, we all do, they’re a very nice person and I respect them immensely. Ahsoka: But I think they might be a f***ing idiot.

Ahsoka: So what, now I’m just supposed to do everything that Obi-wan does? What if they jump off a cliff? Anakin: If Obi-wan were to jump off a cliff, they would have done their due diligence regarding the height of the cliff, the depth of the water, and the angle of entry. So yes, if you see Obi-wan jump off a cliff, by all means, jump off a cliff. Ahsoka: You jump off a cliff. Anakin: Gladly, provided Obi-wan did first.

Ahsoka: Are they stupid? Obi-wan: Yes, but they prefer to be called Anakin.

Ahsoka: Bet you can’t eat 15 crayons! Anakin: Bet you I can! Obi-wan: *sips coffee, checks to make sure 911 is still on speed dial, and goes back to reading the paper*

Ahsoka: We've got to find a way to cut down our expenses. What can we live without? Obi-wan: Anakin, probably.

Obi-wan: What do you have? Ahsoka: A KNIFE! Obi-wan: NO!

Anakin: 1. Grow up and have children. Anakin: 2. Hide babies all around the house. Anakin: 3. When my kid asks "Where do babies come from?" Respond with "Where DON'T babies come from?" and pull one out of a cabinet. Obi-wan: Example number 24876 of why Anakin shouldn't have children.

Obi-wan: Can you please not Anakin this into a situation worse than it already is? Anakin: Hold up. Did you just use my name as a verb?

Anakin: You have got to love knitting needles! I can make a scarf, I can make a hat, I can stab someone's eyes out, I can make mittens! Ahsoka: Excuse me, what was that middle part? Anakin: I can make a hat.

Anakin: Go big or go home! Obi-wan: Please, for once in your life just go home. I'm begging you. Go. Home. Anakin: I'm going big!

[the-last-kenobi]

If you’re still taking requests (feel no pressure to do this) 14 with Obi-wan and a knight Anakin because that sounds very much like him

A fluff prompt!! I’m so excited, thank you! 🤍

From this various prompts list.

Requests are currently closed.

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Obi-Wan Kenobi had not slept in three nights, and his Lineage was not happy about it.

Ahsoka and Anakin watched with narrowed eyes from a balcony as the Jedi Master mingled with the crowd, smiling softly at anyone who engaged his attention, keeping close to the side of Chancellor Palpatine and Vice Chair Mas Amedda.

For a man who was running on very little sleep and hardly any sustenance, Obi-Wan was managing to maintain the image of the perfect Jedi — civil, humble, charming, wise. Power concealed just below the surface.

Every so often, Palpatine would draw the Jedi deeper into some conversation or other, or pat him on the shoulder in a strangely paternal fashion.

“Why does he keep doing that?” Ahsoka hissed to her Master. “Master Kenobi hates strangers touching him!”

“The Chancellor isn’t a stranger,” Anakin said defensively. But he watched again as Palpatine settled a hand on his former Master’s arm and saw the slight tension creasing Obi-Wan’s forehead, and had to concede that Obi-Wan was feeling uncomfortable. “But yeah. I don’t think the Chancellor knows, he wouldn’t do it if he did. He’s probably just too used to working with me instead. We’re more like friends.”

Ahsoka raised her eyebrows. “And would he have let you go home by now? We were supposed to be able to leave almost two hours ago.”

Anakin sighed. He leaned on the railing, absentmindedly picking at a carved design in the metal with his mech hand, creating a small clicking noise. He scanned the room again, searching for unlikely threats, and then returned his gaze to his Master and his friend, still penned in the center of a colorful crowd all waiting for attention. To see and be seen. Vultures.

Obi-Wan had more patience for this sort of thing, it was true, but it was apparent to those who knew him well — to Anakin — that he was run ragged. That every new face turning in his direction, awed and pettily delighted by meeting both the Supreme Chancellor and a High Jedi General, was another weight on his shoulders.

Anakin glanced over at his Padawan. Ahsoka’s eyes lit up as she saw the look in his eyes.

“How do you wanna do this?” she asked, tapping her fingers excitedly on the banister. “I know you like explosions, but if you set something off, Master Obi-Wan will definitely have to flee with the Chancellor to safety and then he’ll be gone for ages.”

“You’re right, Snips,” Anakin said, and a smirk pulled at his lips. He ruffled his hair proudly, ignoring Ahsoka’s eye roll, and said, “So I’ll take a leaf from Obi-Wan’s book. I’ll just go right down there and use my words.”

Anakin beamed.

Ahsoka looked as if she suddenly preferred an explosion.

-

“Yes, hi, hello, excuse me, coming through, yep, pardon me, just walking here,” Anakin threw scattered, inane apologies in every direction as he plowed a path right through the entire gala.

Ahsoka trailed in his wake, smiling awkwardly at the people who scattered with startled looks and scowling ferociously at those who dared look cross.

Obi-Wan spotted them first. He was deep in conversation with a representative from the Core, but his blue eyes flickered to them briefly and his smile became slightly taut; he raised one of his hands in what might have passed for a wave but was, to his Padawans, a clear signal to turn around.

Anakin disregarded this subtle warning immediately.

He strolled directly up to Obi-Wan, bowed slightly, and put a hand on the Master’s shoulder, smiling blindingly at the representative. “Good evening. I’m afraid it’s time for Master Kenobi to depart. The Jedi thank you for your time.”

The representative raised her eyebrows but said nothing.

Palpatine, on the other hand, suddenly popped up right beside them, a wide smile on his grandfatherly face. “Anakin, Knight Skywalker, how good to see you! I thought you’d gone home hours ago, why, surely you need your rest after that last campaign.”

Anakin kept a hand on Obi-Wan’s shoulder. Ahsoka shifted to stand behind them, smiling a little too widely, the points of her teeth glinting, at anyone who looked at them askance.

“We had quite the victory,” Anakin agreed. He preened slightly. But — “And you’re right, Chancellor, we do need our rest. General Kenobi has served very well, and we’re all eager to rest and prepare for our next deployment.”

Palpatine’s smile widened still further. “Ah, yes. General Kenobi is an incredible public servant, he’s such a delight to have at events such as these.”

This time it was Anakin who tensed slightly. Ahsoka sidled up surreptitiously and linked her arm with Master Obi-Wan’s, flanking him between them, drawn up as tall as she could make herself.

Anakin looked intently at Palpatine, trying to communicate to his friend that now was not the time for politics. He’d thought this would be easy, but the Chancellor seemed determined to keep Kenobi with him all evening. The crowd had begun to disperse, realizing they weren’t going to be receiving any attention for awhile, but they milled about nearby, clearly listening in.

“I—” Obi-Wan began, but Anakin decided to risk his Master’s wrath and just cut him right off.

“And he and I are always happy to be invited by such gracious hosts!” he blurted out quickly. “But sadly, we will have to wait for another invitation before we get the chance to enjoy one another’s company. We really do have to be going.”

Palpatine studied him for a moment.

Go on, Anakin urged him silently. Please. Come on. You know we want to leave.

The silence dragged.

“Master Kenobi,” Palpatine said warmly, turning to Obi-Wan, and Anakin felt a wave of relief. “What do you say? Shall we… let you out of your duties for the sake of your valiant friends?”

Oh, what the fuck?

It had the ring of a joke but was worded like a trap. And Anakin could see, in slow-motion, the flicker of resignation and bitterness deep in Obi-Wan’s blue eyes, just behind the friendly smile, and knew what was about to happen if he didn’t do something about it.

Anakin let out a loud laugh and clapped Obi-Wan on the shoulder again. “Sorry, everyone. We’re on a time crunch, we have to get back in time for dessert.”

Ahsoka laughed, too, and clung a little tighter to Obi-Wan’s arm.

Obi-Wan looked somewhere between confused and horror struck.

Palpatine’s smile froze.

Anakin chuckled and waved at the surrounding crowd, shrugging in a you-know-how-it-is sort of way. “Hey, he promised us milkshakes. General I may be, but I still demand my old Master fulfill his promises of unhealthy desserts.”

“Hey, I think out of everyone, I deserve milkshakes the most!” Ahsoka interjected, her tone teasing.

A few of the politicians shot her amused smiles. Ordinarily she would have bristled, but in this instance she just shot them knowing, conspiratorial looks, like a child deliberately making mischief. There was a ripple of laughter.

“I don’t know about that,” Anakin said. “I think I definitely took out the most droids.”

“Riiiight,” said Ashoka. “After I took out the battlement. By myself.”

They ribbed back and forth. The gala was eating it up, their faces amused and indulgent, intrigued by the display of youthful frivolity and friendship the Jedi were giving them. Obi-Wan was still pinned between them, rooted helplessly to the spot.

Anakin looked back at the Chancellor, expecting a smile.

Instead he got a blank expression — which quickly turned into a loud bark of laughter and a grandfatherly grin. He clapped his hands to gain the attention of the crowd and said, “Oh, I believe our brave Hero and his friends have earned themselves a night out for something as innocent and delightful as milkshakes, don’t you say?”

The crowd laughed and nodded; there was scattered applause, and it was done.

Anakin winked at the Chancellor and then turned on the spot, he and Ahsoka striding out the room with Obi-Wan trapped in the middle, waving and bowing at anyone who smiled in their direction.

The three of them escaped out of the ballroom, down the flight of stairs, and out onto the grand balcony overlooking the landing platform, where their ship was waiting in the semi-darkness of the Coruscant night.

Anakin and Ahsoka turned at the same time to look at Obi-Wan, each of them still holding on to one of the Master’s arms.

There was a long silence.

Obi-Wan stared tiredly down at the speeder for a very long time.

Anakin looked at his Padawan nervously.

But then Obi-Wan’s lips twitched beneath his beard, and then he chuckled, and then he burst into uproarious laughter. The sound was infectious; relieved and excited, the other two clung to him and laughed, all of them half-leaning on the railing, cackling like idiots.

They laughed until they ran out of breath, and then laughed a little more.

After a long while, Obi-Wan disentangled his arms from their controlling grips but immediately settled them back, one on Anakin’s shoulder and the other resting on Ahsoka’s back. “I think,” he said, “I promised you milkshakes. Dex’s?”

“Oh, I definitely remember you saying that!” Ahsoka said. “Dex’s is great.”

“Yeah, and you also definitely said you’d pay,” Anakin wheedled.

“No,” Obi-Wan said firmly.

“Awww. Worth a shot,” Anakin whispered to his Padawan.

Obi-Wan smiled. “I said I’d pay for Ahsoka’s. You, my Knighted former Padawan, can pay for your own dessert.”

Ahsoka cheered. Anakin groaned. They strolled off into the night, ambling without haste or urgency or fear, connected by light touches of the hands and arms, and by something deeper and unseen and familial.

There would be time for the war and politics later.

Right now, they were late for dessert.

fin