#star wars x reader smut

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Oh no I’m sorry I didn’t know you weren’t taking requests but I cannot get jealous/possessive ani smut

I love his metal hand ahhh

It's alright, I don't mind writing for Ani! I love it too.

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Where Are Your Manners?

Anakin Skywalker x Reader Smut

Summary: You found your way into trouble, loving Anakin. And the trouble you found tonight came in the form of his endless need to know you were only his.

Warnings: NSFW, mentioned long hair!reader, jealous!Anakin, choking, degrading, possessive!Anakin, maybe exhibitionism???, p in v, no protection whatsoever!!

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Maybe you could blame Senator Amidala for this. You could blame the generous Senator and her even more generous friend, Senator Organa, for where you were. Well, where you were and where you were going to be in a half-an-hour.

You had objected at first, telling her that you were grateful for the kind offer, but Senator Amidala didn't seem to take no-thank-yous when it came to you.

"And come in gala-appropriate clothing. I will send you a dress, I just ask that you unwind from your duties for an evening. It's the least I can do after you've helped me for so long."

You tried to deny her offer, but when she slipped in the deal for a suit to be sent to you as well, perfectly fit for a certain tall Jedi, you let her offer break down the walls of your mind. You knew you shouldn't indulge in something like that, but it seems like you couldn't push her outstretched hand back. Especially when she cleared it with the council.

That's why you were here, in a dress that pressed snug to your skin, beautiful blue satin like the color of Anakin's lightsaber. And through his eyes, you were equally as hot as the blade. He had changed in the bedroom of your shared apartment, a crisp suit that reflected your dress.

Anakin knocked at the bathroom door respectively, waiting for your quiet "come in" before pushing the door open. You fixed the wide straps on your shoulders, moving them to where you thought they flattered your shoulders most before connecting eyes with your boyfriend. Though, it wasn't as much connecting as it was watching him internally outline your figure. Maybe it was the squeeze along your waist to the tops of your hips that made his gaze start to burn, or it was the way that the dress stopped accentuating your figure, flowing off the curve of your hips and pooling at the ground.

You watched his chest rise and fall, a stray hair slipping onto his forehead and tickling the scar over his eyebrow.

"Maker, how did I ever get so lucky," the jedi muttered, finally walking towards you with a plod to his steps, as if he was walking through swamp muck trying to get to you.

You smiled, cheeks heating with how his words nipped at your neck, the same as he wanted to so badly.

Anakin's hands fell to your waist, laying on a gentle touch that didn't seem like it came from him. Everything with Anakin was rough, he liked to admire through his fingertips, enjoying pulling and pushing. But in quiet moment, tender moment like these, he touched you with a softness that left you swooning for weeks.

You watched him through the reflection of your bodies, and he soon looked up to meet your stare. You smiled bashfully, his blue eyes melting you as he let his hands roam to your stomach, pulling you softly into him in Anakin fashion.

"I don't think I want to leave," Anakin spoke, moving your hair to kiss the skin behind your ear softly, "I think we should just stay here."

You teased, "Now why should we do that, Ani? You know, Senator Amidala has gone a long way convincing me to attend, it would be rude to bail so suddenly."

Anakin's forehead pressed to the side of your temple, lips close enough to your ears to head the tiniest of breaths from him.

"You look too good to leave. Just wanna bend you over and fuck the daylights out of you," he whispered, words sinking to the pit of your stomach and heating your core.

He bucked his hips into your ass, revealing the way his pants tented. You let out a choked whine, one of your hands grasping his wrist in an attempt to ground yourself. He had you wrapped around him finger and he knew it. But this wasn't an event that was easy to skip. Senator Amidala was looking forward to you being there. You and Anakin both.

"We can't Ani, I told her we would be there."

He sighed, thumb rubbing over the center of your stomach as if he was silently trying to coax you into changing your mind, being all soft with you.

You reached a hand up and raked fingers through his hair. He lifted his head from yours and glanced over the way he hovered above you, eyes shooting to his hands that touched you in such an intimate way, the way your lips were slightly parted as you focused your attention on him.

He was drowning in it.

"Alright, let's get out of here."

Anakin was being a gentleman tonight, opening the speeder door for you, resting his hand on your thigh as he drove. And he was patient this time, not reckless. Though his pinky was the opposite. It snuck into the slit on the left side of your dress.

He rested the tip of it as far up your inner thigh as he could, squeezing any moment that he thought was appropriate, sneaking looks at your face to catch the knitting of your eyebrows as you tried to ignore what he was doing to you.

The event already seemed too long and you hadn't even arrived. You thought this was gonna be easier with Anakin here, giving you someone you could genuinely talk to and trust with information. But it looked like Anakin was the worst person you could have every brought. You never realized how one dress could make him insatiable.

You adjusted your collar as you reached the large building, the inside of it decorated for the gala. You didn't know what the event was for, charity or just a general celebration of some sort, but Anakin walked in his usual arrogant way - strong steps, straight posture, broad shoulders. Maybe the image of him in a luxury attire made you a little hot as well, you were never used to seeing your boyfriend so put-together.

You stopped at small tables, checking out the forms that they held and listened to the kind person running them. It seemed to be a charity event, making you feel a little more comfortable with your surroundings.

There was soft music playing through speakers mounted on the ceilings and everyone wore smiles - some fake, but a lot being real, like they were happier than ever just to get word of their organization out into Coruscant.

Anakin must've relaxed, mirroring your mood as his back slouched the slightest bit and his steps became softer. His hand brushed your arm, knuckles trailing at the fabric that covered your hot skin. He wanted this to be a night where he could touch you freely, rest his hand on your lower back, kiss your hairline when he thought you looked too gorgeous not to touch.

But Anakin had his ways, ways to make you squirm, and ways to make you smile.

He snuck you around corners into empty halls of the building, pressing you tightly against him in a sloppy kiss, letting you feel the swell of him against his pants. And when the gala just started to get fogged over by his lips, you pushed at his chest in an attempt to keep you grounded. To keep you from getting caught with Anakin's crotch jutting against your hip.

"Ani, we can't," you whispered against his lips, the same ones that never seemed to get enough of your own, constantly hungry for the taste and the texture.

He huffed, nose pressing to your cheek as he rested against your face, "Yes we can, they won't even notice. C'mon angel.."

You pulled your face from his, making him only chase you. Pressing your hand to the base of your neck, your fingers pushes against the adam's apple in his throat till he finally pulled back enough to look at you.

For the first time in what felt like hours his hips weren't flush to yours and you could finally get a look at him, lips kissed a deep red and his hair tangled at the sides. His blazer was falling off one shoulder and eyes had a salacious look in them. Anakin had many times looked at you like this and begged with his body more than his words like this, but it just felt different now. He'd never tried this in public, certainly not with the clones around the corner or another Jedi within a good distance of you. Tonight felt risky, like he was throwing himself at the danger of being caught. You couldn't imagine what this would've been like if it were an important mission. Anakin had a brain to use, but right now, it was practically mush.

"We'll just get through this gala, alright. We can go talk to Senator Amidala and try to leave earlier than we planned to. We can't ditch this now though, she wants us here Ani."

Telling the tall Jedi no was like kicking a puppy, you adored him to the point where you almost broke at the look of him. His bottom lip pushed up at his top one, pouting at you, trying to change your mind. It hurt you to stand your ground to the man you loved. But it would hurt you more to break the Senator's promise.

Anakin leaned forward, trying to capture your lips again, but you held his shoulders.

"One more," he insisted, eyebrows shifting to a pouty expression. That, you couldn't say no to.

You let him kiss you, his lips moving eagerly with your own. But you stopped, breaking it before it got any more out of hand. You smiled with a softness, adjusting his appearance carefully, doing nothing about the way his red lips shined except pecking them to pull a smile to his face. There was absolutely no way you would be able to hide the way he looked at you and the swoon he held in his eyes, but you had hope nobody would catch it.

You expected the gala to be a lot more crowded than it was. Sure, there were people galore, but it was manageable for you and Anakin. Not many senators noticed you, out of your Jedi attire and prettied up for the event. You would never be able to disguise yourself enough to slip past Senator Amidala though - she could, and did, pick you out of a crowd.

"Jedi Knight L/n, it's great to see you," Amidala said, giving you a real smile before acknowledging Anakin with a "And Anakin."

You bowed your head, shaking her free hand that didn't hold a wine glass, "It's wonderful to see you finally, we're so glad we came."

By we, you meant you were. You were sure to assume Anakin wished to be... other places.

"I'm glad. There was actually something I have been meaning to speak to you both about," she started, swirling the small amount of liquid left in her wine glass around. Her eyes shifted down to it for a moment before coming back to yours, "I spoke to Master Yoda about it briefly, but I requested to speak to you both before I went through with it."

You nodded along, racking your brain for memories of missions that were to come for you. You surely were assigned to another, having been home in Coruscant for a week so far. When you let yourself take in the Senator, she looked almost nervous in a way, pinky finger tapping against the stem of the glass.

"Senator, excuse me for cutting you off, but would you like a refill? You look a bit shaken," you asked, giving her a look of understanding.

She nodded, "Please, this topic makes my stomach uneasy."

You smiled politely before taking her glass and weaving through he crowd with ease. You briefly wondered what would make someone like her nervous. But it made you nervous knowing the answer. It was no doubt that people wanted her blood spilled, and it seemed any time that her presence as a brave figure wavered was when there was a threat concerning her day to day life. One that told her that her actions were not the only things that people wanted stop. Her breathing was something that was desired to be halted as well.

You felt your shoulder catch on the shoulder of someone else in the vast crowd, making you stumble shortly. An arm reached out to your inner-elbow, catching you and keeping you on your feet.

Lifting your head to look at the kind soul to catch you, you connected eyes with a Kiffarian man, barely shorter than Anakin and decorated with gold tattoos. He wore a suit, short, curly hair sitting on top of his head and piercing grey eyes. He looked to be someone of importance, and you could tell why he would be. As his lips curled into a smile, you knew his exact job in politics. A gorgeous poster-boy.

"My apologies, I should have been paying attention to where I was walking," he said, only adding onto your assumption through his buttery accent.

You smiled, laughing softly, "It's alright, I was paying attention as much as you were."

He tilted his head down, hiding his teeth between a close-lipped smile. His hand stayed on you, letting off a bit of pressure through the apology, "I don't think we've ever met, can I have your name?"

"Y/n, what's yours?"

He huffed, "Yea'vett. You're not in a rush somewhere, are you?"

"I actually am," you referred to the empty wine glass you held in your grasp, shrugging off his hand. He let his arm fall to his side, the other coming up to adjust the collar of his suit.

His eyebrows almost seemed to downturn at your answer, his shoulders seeming to tense in a way that they weren't before, "Well, that's just disappointing, isn't it?"

You let your teeth peek out of your smile before he politely directed you to where the drink table was, holding his hand lightly on the fabric between your shoulder blades. After explaining that the glass was not your own and that you had to return to an important discussion, he left you to filling it up.

You quietly went about your careful business, almost groaning when a presence resumed itself back inside of your personal bubble. Turning your head, you were wholly expecting the gorgeous poster-boy to be watching you with the same stormy eyes he had been previously. But now, you were looking up into a different kind of storm.

The storm that you brought with you.

"Who was that?" Anakin asked, his voice stiff with agitation. His jaw was clenched when it closed, and his brow was creased. You swore in these moments his scar opened again, every time it was angry, it seemed to glare at you with the same red that Anakin's temper flared with. His whole stature was off, hands clenched into fists like it was a reflex to the situation. Somewhere in you had to admit that a piece of your heart went out to him when he was angry like this. More than of a piece of your body too.

You rolled your eyes at his tone, pressing a hand to his palm to try and soak some of the anger out of him, but with his eyes glued to yours, it seemed that your soft gesture did nothing to ease up his attitude.

"We bumped into each other and he ended up apologizing to me, that's all," you explained, letting your thumb rub over the cloth of his tie, pulling it through your finger till it reached the end and slipping from underneath your touch.

Anakin leaned closer into you as your knuckles rested against the center of his abdomen. "He was awfully close for an apology," Anakin spit out under his breath, lips pursed after his words were left free. His hand nearest to the table reached up to hold your waist, his thumb pressing into your skin hard as he pulled you closer to his body.

"He was just trying to be nice Anakin, leave it. We can discuss this after the gala," you dismissed the conversation, making Anakin's nose twice in response. You knew he didn't want to leave it, maker, Anakin didn't want to even be here. He was ready to go home and take you apart the way he'd been waiting to do since you left.

This only added fuel to the fire.

You could have been smarter, knowing Anakin's now shortened temper, but he knew you were right. You sometimes wondered how Obi-Wan wasn't scolded for the temper of his former padawan - a Jedi wasn't meant to feel such strong, negative emotions. Maybe you didn't have all the room to talk though, not when he had a strong hold on your heart.

You didn't wait for a response from Anakin, turning to continue back through the crowd. He followed you without word, but you could still feel the tension that didn't drift through the air, but instead connected the two of you like handcuffs.

The conversation with Senator Amidala couldn't have taken longer. She expressed her worries, and the worries of her people as well. Her life was being threatened by an anonymous source and it was endangering those around her at the same time. She was sick of putting her girls' lives in danger for her to simply travel through Coruscant. Maybe a Jedi presence would change things, temporarily stunt the threat and keep her safe. She mentioned the time Anakin and Obi-Wan had helped her through the previous threats - she felt safe in the hands of the now Jedi-Knight that stood beside you, uncharacteristically silent.

You gave her few words back, choosing them carefully and finalizing the conversation with exchanged smiles and an agreement that you and Anakin would keep her safe, though the council would have to approve of her request to have the two of you as her protectors. Times were tough, and availability was tight, you wished more than anything to have the Senator comfortable and safe under the eyes of you.

And Anakin wished nothing more than to get you out of your dress.

The whole conversation you could feel it, the burning gaze of his eyes and maker did you hope that the way he was staring at you was missed by the older woman. For the sake of you and the relationship you had grown with Ani, even if the Senator knew well before now.

And by the time it was finally over, Anakin pulled out a card I'd never seen him pull before. A petty lie, at that.

Anakin's right hand drifted to his back pocket, feeling for something and pretending it had all of his attention. And when he finally lifted his head from where it had tilted down, his hair brushed the sides of his cheeks and he cleared his throat, alerting the senator.

"I'm sorry about the short notice, but the council is ringing me. Can I excuse Y/n and myself?" he asked, giving Padme his best act you've ever seen, confident eyes staring straight into hers.

She nodded, holding up her glass and wishing the both of you well before Anakin took your hand and led you out into the hallway.

You weren't stupid; Anakin knew you weren't and knew that you had caught onto his lie. But, you wanted to play with it as he snuck you around a corner and up some stairs.

"Didn't the council excuse us for tonight?" you asked, reflecting his act.

He didn't answer your question immediately, instead waiting to see if there was anyone nearby. When he confirmed that you two were alone in the hallway, he dragged you into him hastily. His lips landed on yours, making you gasp out of shock. He had a hard grip on your arm as he kissed you, lips consuming your own.

The kiss wasn't long, it was just enough for him to get you back in that needy state he had you in earlier with your lips parted and your head faintly dizzy. Except this time, you had completed what you had came here for. Anakin pulled away, looking at you with eyes that bore their way under your skin and stayed there.

"I excused us for tonight," he said through teeth that were pushed together, "What was you friend's name again?"

You thought for a moment, evaluating your choice of words. You could be easy, give him what he wants, feed into his desire. Or you could challenge him. And you thought that Anakin deserved a challenge, even if it was a simple one that could be ignored by the naked eye.

"His name is Yea'vett. He was just trying to be nice," you argued.

Anakin smiled at you, teeth pale and incisors sharp, "You know I don't like people touching what's mine."

"Would you have rather had me fall?"

"I would have rather have not been here in the first place. I would rather have you split open on my cock right now than be here," his hand placed itself on the back of your neck, fingers wrapping around and heavily pressing to the sides of your throat, "I'm gonna fuck you so hard you'll forget his name."

Your breath went shallow at his words, losing strength in your legs as they felt like they were gonna wobble out from under you like an unsteady stool. His touch was poisonous, sending venom through your veins and making you feel weak.

Anakin smiled wider, soaking in the way that your eyes had softened and your gaze had turned into a desperate one. You eyelids were drifting down and your pupils were full, he knew that look anywhere, it was the same look you gave him when he was stuffed to the hilt in you.

"You wanna go home angel?" he asked, forehead pressed against yours.

You nodded, waiting for his move as he guided you back down the stairs and to the entrance that you had came in through. You didn't care about the way you trailed behind Anakin like a lost puppy dog, so close you almost stepped on his heels multiple times. Anticipation was heavier than the weight of certain stares right now, you'd take any questions tomorrow.

The street lighting that greeted you when you stepped back out into coruscant made your heart thrum. Your apartment was close, only a few minutes a way. A few long minutes that you knew Anakin was about to hate, with an impatient grip on the wheel. Leaving behind his gentleman way, he left you to your own devices of opening your door, which you did without thinking twice of it.

It would've been awkward if you hadn't loved each other long, the way you stared out the open roof to all the buildings and nightmarish traffic lanes. Anakin knew your distraction and found it amusing at times, knowing that underneath the face you held was someone who would be taking him like a whore in mere minutes.

Like you were trained for this exact procedure, you hopped out of the speeder the moment it parked itself. Anakin hadn't even pulled his hands off the wheel before you were running to the apartment entrance and sending him a glance over your shoulder to make sure he was still following.

Anakin smiled, running to catch up to you and trailed as you stepped through the glass doors, flashed the droid at the front desk a smile and hopped into the vacant elevator.

Pressing your floor number, it didn't take long for the doors to shut and Anakin's hunger to grow. He pulled you into him to press your hips to his. You could feel his hard crotch bear down on your pelvis, alerting you to how hard Anakin really was. Maybe you should've been grateful for the low time that Anakin allowed you two at the gala - you were lucky you were even there for over half an hour.

"Maker, I get so hard when I'm around you," Anakin groaned with his head crowding itself in the crook of your neck. His lips found their way to your skin, pressing open-mouthed kisses against it, leading pleasure through your body.

You held his waist, "I hope you understand that's not always a good thing."

Anakin ran the sharp of his teeth along the side of your neck before ending with a sloppy kiss at the base, sucking a red mark onto your skin. Your hips squirmed, making him only respond with a harsher suck.

Anakin pulled his head back the slightest to make eye contact with you, "You're telling me you don't love it when I take you home from these stupid public events and poun-"

The door opened and you practically jumped out of Anakin's arms. You needed to get home, speeding off down the hall as fast as you could in your cramped heels. Hallways were mostly vacant at these hours, those that weren't home wouldn't be home till late in the night and others were home and settling into bed - it made you feel somewhat bad for the running Anakin was doing with his unusually stomping feet.

You punched in the code for your apartment, entering before the door had fully opened. Anakin stepped in behind you and closed the door before snatching you by your waist. He held you with one arm, your back to his chest and the pounding of your heart bouncing off the walls. You giggled, hand holding onto him as he carried you off to your shared bedroom.

Anakin dropped you down on the soft sheets of your bed, your body falling onto your stomach with a bounce. A smile was spread over your lips at the moment, but when you turned to see Anakin, he looked anything but smiley. Maybe through his eyes, you could see the sparkle that told you he was helplessly in love with you, but his eyebrows were tensed ever so slightly and his mouth curved down, the cleft of his chin more visible.

Staring over you, eyes dragging over the inches of your dress with precision all the way to the heels on your feet. Anakin kneeled down at the edge of the bed, only one knee to the plush mattress, and he removed your heels with a gentle pull. It came off and he placed it on the floor, grabbing your legs and lifting it to press a kiss to your ankle.

You held your breath, the moment seemed so out of place for his behavior, almost as if it was made to distract you from why he dragged you out of the gala so promptly. You watched him kiss his way up your leg, stopping where the end of your skirt had folded up when you were dropped. Leaning away, he released your leg to only grab your other and address it the same way he had the first. Only this time, he didn't stop at the hem of your skirt.

Anakin moved up your body, lips ceasing their kisses but his eyes never stopped burning through the fabric of your dress. Like blaster bolts, you could feel them pierce into your skin with deadly precision. You never doubted that he had the mapping of your body memorized, not when looked at you like that while you were clothed.

His hands found their way to your back, spanning over the muscles and pressing you into the bed as he leaned his head down to your ear, "I want you all to myself."

"You have me all to yourself," you whispered back to him, leaning your head to the side, cheek pressing to the mattress.

Clever fingers found their way to the zipper of your dress and pulled it down. You could almost feel some weight drift off your shoulders as the cold air hit the skin along your spine, "I mean I don't want anyone else looking at you the way I'm allowed to. You're mine, and I want everyone to know that. You are mine."

The next moments were a head-dizzying contrast to when he was removing your heels. His hands pushed their way under the fabric of your dress and removed it, pulling it off of you in a hurry and allowing it to hang chaotically off the side of the bed in a mess of blue. Your bra was unclasped closely after without second thought and was tugged from your body, returning to it's place with your dress.

Anakin flipped your body over and watched the fat of your breasts bounce at the movement. He took a step back, standing at the foot of the bed before his hands reached to your hips and latched on. Tugging you to the edge, he pressed your clothed core against the crotch of his pants. A whine left your mouth at the sight in front of you. All of Anakin's clothes were still on, his blazer haphazardly thrown on the ground, which must've came off in a flurry of your undressing. He looked disheveled, lips red and raw, his button down crooked on his torso with half a side pulled out from where it was tucked into his pants. You'd never seen his hair so messy and you never thought a mess could be so beautiful.

"You feel that, angel?" Anakin ground his hard-on against your body, "You feel how fucking hard I am for you?"

You nodded, biting down on your lip in an effort to ground yourself to the world around you, something that the turbulent lighting of Coruscant couldn't accomplish. Anakin's grip on your hips tightened and he tugged your body against his, prominent hard-on pushing against his tight pants and pressing into you.

"Use your words, I wanna hear you say it."

You breathed shallowly, "I feel how hard you are. Ani..."

Anakin moved and hand up to caress your face with a sweet rub of his thumb, "What baby, what do you need?"

You grinded your hips against the swell of his cock through his pants, but Anakin was quick to put you in your place as he tightened his grip on your hips, pressing his own down, sandwiching you between him and the bed. His head hung above yours, his mess of hair tickling your forehead in a silly manner.

It all felt unfair, the way he tried to contain your reach for your own pleasure, and you wished you could hate him for it. But in this moment, you depended on him to soften up and deliver you the pleasure your body begged for.

"I need you, Ani. I wanna feel good, only you can make me feel good."

Anakin bumped his forehead gently against yours, "You know that's not what I'm looking for, angel."

You could feeling his breath lingering with your own, creating the same feeling throughout your body that you felt when you would make out with him. The thought alone had you on a high and made you lunge up, attempting to connect your lips with his. But, as quick as the thought crossed you mind, it was shut down by Anakin's hand leaving your waist and wrapping around the base of your throat, pushing you lightly back to the bed. You whined, knowing that you were running out of ways to escape his hold.

The whine from you made Anakin laugh, "Eager girl."

The comment made your cheeks flush and made you more aware of the hand that pressed to your neck like a shackle. You let out a shaky breath, "Please fuck me, I need you to touch me, kiss me, fuck me, anything, please!"

The way you begged made Anakin's cock twitch in his pants, pulling a groan from his lips and setting it free into the air. He took his hand away from your throat, moving it to his waistband and unbuttoned his pants with one, skillful hand. Excitement spiked through you, sending you to pull yourself up to reach your hand under the fabric of his button-down that was tucked into his pants. Your fingers wrapped around the waistband of his boxers, pulling them down along with his pants till they rested on the crest of his thighs.

Anakin let you, watching closely while biting his lip at your once-over of his dick. You took ahold of it, pumping it and watching a bead of precum drool from the head. Straining your body forward, you gathered spit between your lips before letting it travel through the tight purse of them and fall to the blushing tip of his cock, sliding down and into your curled hand as you continued to jerk him off.

"Fuck, baby," Anakin moaned with a hand coming to hold your wrist, "I wanna give you what you were begging for."

Though disappointment flashed over your face in the form of a pout, you flopped your body back on the bed in content. You watched as your fully-clothed lover took himself into his own hands, letting out a quiet sigh from his chest and guiding himself to push aside the fabric of your panties.

"Are you gonna keep all your clothes on, big boy?" You teased with a smile. The head of his cock ran through the soaking slit of your pussy, collecting it's lubrication.

He looked up from where he was gazing at your sex, connecting your eyes with his. The look he gave you was almost a warning, telling you that you should really keep your mouth shut, little quips not being one of the things he wanted to hear out of you. "I need to have you, I'm not wasting time."

You spoke before you could bite your tongue, "You were fine with wasting your time earlier."

You allowed a smirk to creep onto your face, but it was soon swept off in the tidal wave of euphoria. The blunt head of Anakin's length pushed itself into you, creating a stretch like no other, one that sent your jaw dropping and your eyebrows creeping together. You and Anakin surely didn't abstain, but he always gave you the same stretch every time he slipped into you. It left your core tightening and your body feeling heavy.

The way Anakin held you, his other hand returning to it's rightful place on your hip, sent your head careening backward into the soft bed. The pressure of his fingers made you feel small in a way, man-handling you like he would picking up a doll. You tried to see the way he pushed into you, but you settled for looking up at his smug expression that told you he was splitting you in half. Whatever power he held over you, it melted your brain in the most humiliating way - Anakin seemed to adore it.

"Yeah? You like that cock, huh brat? Shuts you right up, doesn't it?" he said, spitting acid into your veins, melting your muscles and refusing them to be in your own control.

You tasted blood as your teeth finally pricked your lip - Anakin slid into you, slow and delicious, just like the breaths that he took which fanned on your face sweetly. His hair hung like messy vines above you and his eyes were barely visible; blue peaking through the waves. But his smile, the one he barely could keep as you sucked him in, shone like a star over the ocean at night. The grip his fingers had on your body contoured his hand and sent shivers up your spine and into your neck where the after-shock made you choke out a silky moan.

Anakin leaned forward, pressing his nose into yours as he consumed the breaths you took, "You look so beautiful when my dick's in you. Almost like you belong like this, right here soaking me." A deep laugh accompanied his words, kissing your lips deeply.

Welcoming his mouth against yours, you made out with a deep passion that you've never felt from anyone but Anakin. And you thought for a moment, that maybe that's why you were wholly his and he yours, the way you two connected like lost puzzle pieces was like none other.

You gasped into his mouth, walls stuttering around him. The way you tightened dragged a moan from him. You could feel every vein of his cock press into you as he let you take him slowly. He knew you could though, he's bent you in half like a folding chair before and made you take him. But like this, when things were so slow you felt the world had gone cold, you could feel the pop of the head into you, could feel the curve of his dick. If you concentrated hard enough, you could swear you felt yourself gushing around him.

You let your hands reach up to hold his face sweetly, thumbs settling on his cheekbones as your lips wrapped around his bottom one before restarting their tasting of his mouth. You felt heat rush to your core when Anakin bottomed inside of you, hitting something deep. He pulled away from the sloppy kiss, planting a peck to yours before recoiled his hips, pushing back against yours torturously.

A whine left you, sounding oddly familiar to his name. You played this same game time and time again where, in his possessive attitudes, he'd try to coax his name out of your lips. And you knew he was pushing for it harder tonight.

Anakin set a steady pace, his hips beating against yours with slow, deep thrusts that sent your eyes rolling back and your body shivering. Your hands moved to the back of his neck, holding his head close to yours and grounding you from the way his cock fucked into your spongy cunt, looking for the spot that made you tear up.

His one thumb teased over your hip bone, the only gentle thing about the way you were positioned. The lewd noises of slapping skin and your soaking cunt bounced off the walls, making your ears hot. Your body reacted to him like a faucet that you couldn't turn off. But fuck, you wouldn't anyways, not when he was shoving himself balls deep inside of you, trying like hell to hit something deep.

"He could never know your body like I do, nobody could," Anakin growled, "That's cause you're mine. Nobody could know the way that you love being fucked like a whore, nobody could know the way you shut up as soon as you get my fat cock in you. You take it so good, don't you angel? You take it so fucking good."

You moaned at his words, loud and unrestrained from where you were before. You settled on training your eyes on his as he pummeled you with his strong hips, sturdy thighs smacking against your ass. You would most definitely be sore in the morning, and you could count on bruises blooming at your hip-bones.

"So good Ani... only you, fuck- only you!"

Anakin planted another sweet kiss to your lips, smiling, "That's right, only me. I get to fuck you, and pump you full, and hold you every night because you're mine. Nobody deserves you, maker- I don't deserve you. But I'd be damned if I didn't fuck you like I do."

Anakin's hips sped, the thrusts barely changing the way they shook your body and melted your brain. You couldn't ignore the way your stomach tightened and the fuzziness in your head distorted the way moans flew off your tongue.

"Anakin... fuck- Ani, I'm close," you whined, nose pushing against his.

Anakin pulled away from your face momentarily, a hand falling lower to guide his thumb to your clit. Your body tensed, waves off pleasure shooting through you. A little more.

Anakin gave up any softness, hips fucking you into the mattress, pushing calls of his name out of your mouth, "Yeah? Come on baby, cum for me, wanna feel you cum on my cock."

You felt him strike a spot inside of you that moved you to grip his hair, tugging his head back. Your fingers pulling at the strands only parting his lips and spurring on his rough movements. His pelvis occasionally pushing his thumb hard into your clit, sending sparks through you that electrified your nerves.

"Maker... Ani, holy fuck- Ani-" your words almost felt pushed out of your chest. It was as if he was trying to hammer a nail into the wall, and he was denting the wall. Your knees locked around his waist and your legs wrapped around him, heels digging into his back as the band inside of you snapped. A hot white flashed across your body, making your limbs lock and stutter, eyes closed and mouth open.

"Your pussy gets so wet when you cum- fucking squeezing me," he grunted, his pace turning sloppy and losing it's previous rhythm.

Anakin threw his head into your neck, resting his face into the crook as he let out a strangled moan, hips bucking to bottom out inside of you. Hot ropes of cum coated your walls, spreading a familiar warmth through your body. Your lover's cool panting contrasted the warmth, sending a shiver up your spine.

He came down, falling limp against you. A smile formed on his face, one that pressed into the skin of your neck. Relaxing muscles made him lay on you with his hands releasing their pressure and his legs shifting slighting. You wrapped your arms around his torso to hold him to you, a smile flashing across your face as well.

You squeezed around him, making him moan and curse into your shoulder, "Don't."

You giggled, only earning a huff from him. Your hands traveled to his dress shirt, moving the fabric up and trying to get it off. Anakin moved without a word, lifting his arms and letting you remove it from his sweaty body. It would have to be washed, but you didn't really mind.

"Here, let me-" Anakin pulled himself out of your slowly, pulling a softer noise from your throat. A warmth crackled through his body, watching his spend drip out of you like syrup. Your cheeks flushed finally, feeling shy even though you had imprinted kisses on your shoulder to prove you weren't as innocent as you felt in that moment.

Clothes were tossed in the same pile as your dress, creating a messy pile of elegant clothes, ones that belonged in displays, not on hard-wood floors. With you scooting up the bed, Anakin had disappeared into the bathroom and coming back with a damp cloth.

Climbing over you, he placed a heavy hand on your pelvis and cleaned you gently, though overstimulated sighs didn't fail to leave your lips. He bothered to set that in the laundry bin next to your closet, finding himself back to the bed quickly.

Anakin laid down beside you, bouncing as he let his back fall. His arms scooped you up and held you against him. A hand came to hold your back while the one not tucked under you was tracing circles into his hard chest.

"You know that I love you, right? I don't want anyone else," you finally spoke, looking up at his face through the dim lighting of the room none of you bothered to do anything about.

A wide grin spread on his face, "I know, I just like teasing you."

•--•

[blue-sadie]

Late Night Training

Imagine:

Being friends with anakin and training with him at night, anakin was hot and took off his shirt making you even more distracted which he took to his advantage tripping you and pinned you down.

"You look so good underneath me, pinned down I wonder if the other padowans or master would hear when I make you scream for me"

[tinywitchgoblin]

Flowers

Tech x afab!reader everybody lives AU, spoilers season 2???

Word count: 2770

Warnings: NSFW minors begone, oral (f! receiving), p in v sex, mentions of f! masturbation, Tech being the king of consent

Summary: Tech gets you a bouquet of flowers with an… interesting meaning.

a/n: I’m back babyyyy also, I got these flower meanings from various websites, if these aren’t exactly right, oh well

You had been living on Pabu for over a year now, and you couldn’t help but look back on how your time on the island had been thus far. You had met Phee at one point when she was on Ord Mantell, and you and she had gotten along pretty well. Once you’d known her for a while and became more comfortable with her, you opened up about your living situation and your past, which… wasn’t great. She decided then and there that she would take you to Pabu, not giving you any advanced notice- only telling you to pack your stuff and get ready for a surprise. You had been a bit overwhelmed by the island atmosphere at first; it was like nothing you’d ever experienced before. Initially, you were suspicious of how perfect everything was, expecting something to go wrong eventually. However, as time passed, you became more relaxed, even making a couple of friends. Then they arrived. 

They were unlike anyone you’d ever met before. They moved into the home next to yours, and you were very curious as to the nature of your new neighbors. After they’d settled in, Phee knocked on your door and asked if you would like to meet them. Before waiting for your response, she grabbed you and pulled you out the door over towards where two of them were talking to Shep. 

You took a good look at them, a bit confused. They looked like soldiers, but didn’t look like they were here in any sort of official capacity. The one closer to Shep had shoulder length curly black hair with a red bandana and a skull tattooed on the left side of his face. The other one was a bit taller and had a scomp link where his right hand would be. Phee pulled you over and introduced you. The tattooed one introduced himself as Hunter and his companion as Echo. They seemed friendly enough, if a bit reserved. Not that you could complain; you were the same way, especially when you yourself had first arrived on Pabu. 

After standing and talking for a bit, two others joined the conversation- a giant of a man with a scar on the left side of his face, and a girl who looked to be in her teens. Hunter introduced them as Wrecker and Omega. They both smiled and waved at you, Omega coming over to you and asking you about your experiences on Pabu thus far. You found that she was light, bubbly, and easy to talk to. 

After you’d been talking to Omega for a while, you were about to go back to your home and do some work around the house, when one more person appeared. He was tall, lean, and wore goggles. He seemed engrossed in whatever he was looking at on his datapad before Phee went over and introduced the two of you. His name was Tech. You weren’t entirely sure why, but you immediately found yourself drawn to him. He seemed a bit stiff at first, but when you mentioned that you worked as an environmental scientist, the two of you began conversing about what that entailed- from analyzing the levels of various compounds in the water to studying marine life to tracking seismic activity. Normally, when you discussed work stuff, no one else understood most of what you were talking about, and you eventually learned how to dumb it down to the level of whoever was listening. That wasn’t the case with him. 

He asked you all sorts of questions, some of which were even above your level, and you loved every bit of it. Finally, someone who you could connect with intellectually. The two of you stood there talking for a long time, before Hunter called Tech away to help with the moving in process. From that point on, the two of you became fast friends. 

Soon after the group came to Pabu, Tech began joining you in your work. Having his knowledge and expertise in the field was invaluable, and you could tell he really enjoyed the work- as did you. Sometimes Omega would join as well, but that was usually when you were working with cute baby sea animals. The two of you became a very effective team. 

After a couple of months, the two of you started to spend time together outside of working as well. Whether it was grabbing a bite to eat, going for a walk by the water, or strolling through one of the markets, you’d grown comfortable in each other’s company. 

One day, you were resting at home on one of your days off when you heard a knock at your door. You opened it, and you saw Tech standing there with a bouquet of flowers in his hands. 

“I saw these flowers as I was walking through the market earlier, and I, umm… well, they made me think of you,” he said shyly, handing them out to you. It was truly beautiful, with red roses, red camellias, red lilies, red tulips, and sweetpeas scattered throughout. 

“Aww, Tech, these are beautiful! I really appreciate it,” you gushed. “Would you like to stay for a while? I’m almost done with dinner.”

“I would very much appreciate that, cyare,” he responded before stepping through the door frame and taking off his boots. You paused for a second, not recognizing the word, before brushing it off as Tech being Tech and moving towards the kitchen area. You grabbed the vase off of the small table in the kitchen, and removed the old flowers (Omega had picked them and given them to you!) before adding the new ones Tech had just given you. He went around to the stove to see what you were making, taking a whiff and humming in approval. He was quiet, which was unlike him, and he seemed to be fidgeting more than usual. You sat down at the table next to him, wanting to make sure he was okay. “Is everything okay? You seem nervous,” you queried. 

“Oh, yes, I am doing well. Just a bit preoccupied, I suppose,” he responded, a bit rushed. 

“Tech… You seem off. Is there something on your mind?” 

“Of course there is something on my mind, cyare, there is always something on my mind. In fact, there are very few instances in which there is nothing occupying my thoughts,” he clarified, though there still seemed to be something off. There that word was again- cyare. It sounded like a nickname of sorts, but you couldn’t tell. 

“That word you just said- what does it mean?” you questioned.

“What word?”

“The one you just said- I think it started with a ‘c’?” you clarified. 

“Oh, um… well…” he hesitated, almost seeming to psych himself up. “Cyare. That is what I called you. In Mando’a, it means ‘beloved’, though it can be used in several different contexts. It can be used as a term of endearment for a loved one, though it can also be used for someone who is well-known, although-”

“Tech. Did you just… did you just call me your beloved?” you whispered.

“I… yes, I did,” he confirmed. “I have had feelings for you ever since we arrived on Pabu, but I was never able to muster the courage to be this forward about the situation. If I have made you uncomfortable, or if you do not share my feelings, I fully understand if you would want to keep your distance in the future-”

You paused him by putting your hands over his, which were now almost shaking. You could tell how nervous he was. “Tech, I have feelings for you as well, and I was hesitant about bringing it up as well. I didn’t want to stress you out.” You laughed to yourself a bit before continuing, “I guess I didn’t have anything to worry about.” 

He seemed to relax a bit before adjusting his goggles and asking you, “Given that we have established our mutual feelings of attraction, would it be too forward if I asked your interest in the two of us starting a romantic relationship?”

“Of course it wouldn’t be too forward, how else would you ask me?” you ask, intentionally leaving room for him to fully state his intentions. 

“In that case… would you like to be romantically involved? With me?” he professed, looking into your eyes. You gazed back at him and said, “Absolutely. I would love it, just as I love you.” 

You took his face into your hands and rubbed your thumbs against his cheeks; he melted into your touch. 

“Cyare, may I kiss you?” he added. 

“Yes, Tech, you may,” you giggled before closing the gap between the two of you and pressing your lips to his. This first kiss was light and a bit hesitant, but soon you both relaxed into it, exploring each other but still keeping things relatively tame. After a little while, you remembered that you were still in the middle of making dinner, so you pulled away, gave him one last peck on the cheek, and moved back over to the stove to check on the soup you had simmering away. You decided that it was done to your satisfaction, ladling some into two bowls and placing them on the table. You grabbed the loaf of bread you had sitting on the counter and brought that over as well. Dinner was uneventful, save for the glances you both stole at each other and the occasional shy smile. Glancing back at the flowers, you asked, “What made you choose those flowers specifically?”

“Well, some cultures assign specific meanings to various flowers, so I wanted to make sure what I chose reflected my intentions. These flowers represent passion, love, romance, desire, and pleasure, and those are things I desire to give to you,” he asserted. 

“So, if I’m understanding this correctly, you gave me a bouquet of flowers that means you want to have sex with me?” you clarified.

“That is certainly one way of putting it, yes. I do find you sexually attractive and desire to be intimate with you. Only if you consent, of course,” he added. You blushed profusely before responding, “I would love to. I’ve wanted that for a long time. Did you have a timeline in mind?”

“Well, not exactly, but… I have no objections to doing so tonight,” he proposed, a blush creeping across his cheeks as well. You clenched your thighs at the thought of being intimate with him. Little did he know, there were nights where you would get yourself off solely to the thoughts of his fingers (or certain other parts of him) between your legs, and the notion that such dreams could become reality brought heat to your body.

“Let’s finish dinner first, but then I’m all yours,” you affirmed. The rest of dinner went by quickly in anticipation of what was to come. When everything was cleaned up, you led him to your bedroom and closed the door. Before you could turn around, he grabbed you and brought his lips to yours in a passionate kiss. You kissed him back with equal intensity, allowing your hands to roam around his body. He curled one hand around your lower back, and carded the other into your hair. He backed you up until your thighs hit the back of the bed. 

“Y/n, please let me know if you are feeling discomfort at any time. I want to ensure that you are feeling nothing but pleasure,” he murmured into your mouth. 

“Tech, dear, please, I need you so badly,” you begged, desperate to feel his hands against your skin. He pulled your top and breast band off before kissing down to your chest and laving at the skin there, leaving marks only he would see. It was your turn to run your fingers through his hair, marveling at how soft his curls were. You briefly thought to ask him later what products he uses, but he brought your attention back to the present by picking you up and lowering you down to the bed, laying you so that your head was resting on the pillows. He kissed down your torso before running his fingers under the seams of your pants, a silent request for you to lift your hips so that he could remove the offending clothing separating him from his prize. As he removed your pants and panties, he kissed up your legs, taking his sweet time with you. He wanted to memorize every inch of your beautiful body. 

Eventually, he reached the apex of your thighs, pushing them apart to reveal your wetness to him. He looked up at you and asked, “Cyare, may I-”

“Tech, please, I need this,” you begged. “I need you.” He wasted no time, licking a stripe up your folds, drawing a moan. You covered your mouth with your hand, but he grabbed it and held it, resting it against your stomach. “Let me hear those beautiful noises; there is no need to cover such a melodious sound.” He turned his attention back to your wetness, moving his tongue in such a way as to have your thighs quaking around his head and you grinding against his face. Once he felt that you were sufficiently lubricated, he slipped a finger inside you, moving it in the “come hither” motion that you had so often dreamed of him doing. Soon he added a second, and used a scissoring motion to open you up for him. The last thing he wanted was to cause you any undue discomfort later on. 

Before too long, you started to feel your orgasm building, and your moans increased in volume. “Tech, I’m gonna…” 

“That’s it, cyare, come for me,” he mouthed against your sex. Everything felt so good, so right, and soon you came- hard. Your body thrashed around, unable to contain the pleasure that he was providing. He worked you through your orgasm, only stopping when you pulled his head away from you. He kissed his way up your body before reuniting his lips with yours. You pulled at his collar, and he backed away to disrobe. Once he had removed all barriers between his skin and yours, he climbed back onto the bed and settled on top of you, pushing your thighs apart once more. When he was undressed, he grabbed a biosheath, and he proceeded to apply it before looking at you and asking once more, “Do you want this? We can stop now if you need to.”

“No, I want this. I need this. I need you,” you declared, reaching down to stroke his length a few times, him thrusting into your hand. Tech lined himself up with your sex and rubbed himself up and down your slit a few times before slowly entering you, not wanting to cause any pain or discomfort, but your face showed nothing but pleasure. You gasped, not realizing how big he was until he was inside you. Once he was fully seated inside you, he rested there for a moment and you brought his head down into a searing kiss. After a moment or so, he pulled out a bit and thrusted back in, causing your head to roll back. He picked up the pace a bit, and you grabbed onto his shoulders for support. In that moment, everything felt so good, so right, and there was nothing else in the galaxy but the two of you and the love you were making. This was not the time for roughness, but for gentleness and sweet, slow sex. 

Tech felt your heat drawing him in and he reached between you to rub on your bundle of nerves, making you clench around him. You lifted your hips, timing the movements of your body with his, and soon, you were coming again, pleasure rushing over you like a tidal wave. You clung onto him for dear life as he worked you through your orgasm. You could tell he was close, too, his thrusts becoming rougher and more erratic, before he came as well. Exhausted, he lowered his body next to yours, pulling out slowly due to your oversensitivity. The two of you lay in silence for a moment before Tech whispered, “I love you, cyare. I love this, and I want so much more of it.”

You pulled back to look at him before responding, “I couldn’t agree more.” After some time, he got up to get you some water and a cloth to clean you up with, and when he opened the bedroom door, you saw the flowers that started it all, still sitting in the kitchen.

[shangchiswife]

din djarin- every dead-end street led you straight to me

summary: din comes back from a trip so you show him how much you love him

din djarin x fem! reader

inspired by taylor swift's new song: all of the girls you've loved before!

warnings: smut, cursing

word count: 1703

....

It had been about a week since Din Djarin had left you alone on the Razorcrest to tend to the green child you had both grown to love while he had an important bounty to deliver.

It had been two years since you started working for Din and a year since the two of you had recognized your feelings for each other and gotten together. 

When you first started working for him, Din had been cold and distant towards you, only talking to you when it seemed necessary. His feelings slowly changed when he started noticing the little things that you would do for him and Grogu. In return, he started to exchange the favor by offering you little trinkets from the planets you’d visit.

One day this cycle of returning gifts and hiding your affection for each other ended when you almost got killed one day and Din saved your life.

You had been on the run from the empire when suddenly Grogu slipped out of your arms squealing while an Imperial officer scrambled to retrieve him.

As if it were instinct you immediately ran back to get him, shoving the officer aside before snatching the crying baby back into your arms.

The officer yelped before whipping out his gun and aiming it at you. 

“Stop shooting at him and start shooting at the girl!” the burly officer had barked as the stormtroopers behind him turned their weapons on you and started firing powerful shots at you that you luckily dodged. 

You ran back to a screaming Din who took your hand in his and rushed back to your ship.

Bullets blazed fast the both of you as you felt your heart hammering hard in your chest from the adrenaline flowing through your blood.

Once your ship was flying high into the sky away from Imperial activity, the Mandalorian had started towards you angrily, his gloved fingers on his helmet.

Grogu had cooed nervously in your lap, looking up at you with scared big eyes while you braced yourself for Din’s words.

“How could you let yourself be so careless? You almost got yourself killed!” his voice was laced with bitterness. 

Despite not being able to see him, you could practically feel his gaze burn onto you.

“I’m sorry but I had to save him,” your voice was small as you let the shivering child down and watched him waddle away back to his cradle.

“I cannot believe you would ever do that! So many of those bullets could’ve caught you,” 

“I had to save him because if I didn’t I would never be able to forgive myself,” your eyes were full of tears threatening to spill over your cheeks as you stared at your own reflection from his helmet. 

Your shaking hands were pressed tightly over your chest as you stared at the floor.

The atmosphere around the both of you was tense and heavy, an uncomfortable silence hanging over the two of you.

Din sighed, his breath coming out modulated as he bent down to your level.

“Oh don’t cry mesh’la,” his voice was soft as he lifted up a hand and grazed it over your cheeks.

At that moment a tear slipped down your cheek.

You leaned into his body as he gasped at the touch before wrapping his arms around you.

“I just…I just wouldn’t know what to do without him…without the two of you,” you cried as your tears continued to flow onto his Beskar.

He held you even tighter before pulling away and holding your cheeks with his gloved fingers.

He delicately swiped the tears away.

“Close your eyes cyar’ika,” he was quiet as you stared at him, eyes puffy.

“What?” you asked, sniffling.

“Just close your eyes,” Din said as you complied with his request, gently closing your eyes.

You heard the sound of something hissing and furrowed your eyebrows with confusion about to ask him what was going on before you felt a pair of lips on your own.

Your heart stopped as you kissed him back, moving your hand to his curly hair making him grunt.

“You don’t know how long I’ve been waiting to do that,” he sighed breathlessly before kissing you again as you giggled.

“Me too,”

….

You smiled at the memory as you stroked the head of the sleeping child in your arms.

Grogu had been sleeping for over an hour after you fed him a dinner that consisted of a hot bowl of vegetable soup with a side of stale bread.

You missed Din a lot.

Being with the Mandalorian was the best thing that had ever happened to you. All of your past failed relationships were instantly forgotten whenever he squeezed your hand when walking through a city or bringing you flowers. He was so respectful and kind and your heart swelled so much whenever you’d think about him.

Years of heartbreak led him straight to you. A reward after all of the horrible things you’d gone through. 

You sighed as you slowly got up, not wanting to wake the sleeping baby, and put him in his cradle on the other side of the ship.

Right as you were about to return back to your room to get some sleep, a hand clamped over your mouth making you scream into your captor’s hand.

A modulated laugh escaped the person behind you as you rolled your eyes and shoved his hand off your mouth.

Din Djarin stood in front of you clad in Beskar standing in a very mischievous manner.

You took his hand in yours and dragged him over to your shared bedroom.

“Are you crazy you could’ve woken up Grogu!” you scolded, slapping his chest as he threw his head back with laughter before going over to you and wrapping his arms around you.

“I missed you,” he said as all of your annoyance immediately diminished the moment you felt the coolness of his helmet rest on your shoulder.

Your heart immediately melted at his confession and a smile graced your face as you stared at him.

“I missed you too,” you shifted around so that you were face to face with him and brought your forehead to his helmet.

A Keldabe kiss. 

Weeks after being together, Din had shown you the sweet meaning of him pressing his helmet against your forehead so you made it your biggest priority whenever he’d come back on the ship to do the Keldabe kiss.

Every time you put your forehead against his Din would always find himself gasping for breath at how sweet you were and how lucky he was to have you in his world.

“You missed me?” he hummed, hands rubbing up and down your waist

“Mhm,” your eyes glinted under the dim light of the ship.

“Show me,” his voice suddenly turned deep, sending shivers down your spine as his hand trailed down to the waistband of your sleep pants.

He quickly shed his gloves before dipping his fingers into your panties.

His breath hitched at the wetness that collected on his digits.

“Fuck mesh’la you’re already wet and I haven’t even done anything to you,” he groaned.

You brushed his hands away from your soaked core and eyed his bulge through his flight suit, grazing your fingers over it.

“No Din, tonight is about you…let me take care of you,” you purred as you pushed him back against the mattress.

He cursed under his breath as he watched you unclasp his pants and let his cock spring forward.

It’s already leaking with pre-cum which makes you look up at him with a cheeky grin.

“Someone’s excited,” you teased as he rolled his eyes under his helmet.

“You going to suck me off or tease me because if you’re gonna do that-” his words were cut off by the feeling of your tongue against him making him jerk in surprise.

Your tongue moved skillfully around him, not missing any vein or crevice.

He missed your goddamn mouth.

Din watched as you continued to lick him all over, swirling your tongue around him while you took more of him into your mouth.

“Fuck,” he growled, fisting your hair and pulling you closer to his cock.

You moaned in surprise, your teary eyes looking up at him, full of lust.

“Such a good fucking girl,” he praised as you whimpered at the compliment, the ache between your legs growing.

“Touch yourself, baby,” he brings a hand to your cheek, encouraging you as you eagerly skimmed your digits over your folds, moaning which sent vibrations to his cock.

While you continued to suck him off, your fingers rubbed harsh circles on your clit.

He gripped your head and started to thrust roughly into your mouth, using it the way he wanted as tears continued to leak down your burning cheeks while you tried to control your gag reflex.

The sensation of his cock attacking your throat and your fingers circling your pussy was too much as you felt your orgasm building in your stomach.

“I’m gonna cum,” you mumbled over his cock that was being pistoned in your throat.

Din panted, gripping your chin so that you could look up at his helmet.

“Cum for me, mesh’la,” he said, his Mando’a sending you over the edge as you felt pleasure wash over you while he emptied his seed into your mouth with a grunt.

You removed your mouth from his cock with a loud pop, a mixture of his cum and your saliva dripping down your chin.

You could feel his eyes burning into you as you rested your head on his clothed thigh.

“Thank you pretty girl,” he said, rubbing your back gently with one hand.

“No problem I mean it was hot,” you grinned as he brought a hand to your cheek and caressed it.

“It was,”

“It almost makes me wish that you went out more,” you teased.

“You’d never last without my cock and you know it,” the Mandalorian chuckled darkly.

“I bet I could,” a devilish grin formed on your lips.

One second later you were thrown onto the mattress of your shared bed with Din on top of you.

“We’ll see about that,”

[hanasnx]

Indy, I really want Han Solo to fuck me while he puts me in a headlock and tells me what a little whore I am! I bet he has hairy arms and a good headlock.

no ur so right ur so right. hes such a big hairy man and i bet he's put you in a full nelson but a fucking headlock too oh my goddd. he'd fuck you from behind so harshly, big cock pulling you making you feel so empty while your hands clutch onto his veiny forearms because theyre wrapped around your head and neck..

[first1ove]

Top 3 kinks: Han Solo

warnings: smut, degradation pairing: han solo x f!reader

minors do not interact

Corruption

Han is thrilled to find out you’re less experienced than him—over the moon if you’re a virgin, but I digress. He loves that he’s got experience over you. He gets to be your guide as he takes you through the different pleasures he’s picked up through years of travelling the galaxy.

He almost feels guilty for it but he finds a sick satisfaction in watching the nervousness in your eyes as he explains what he's gonna do to you; there's a perfect mix of vulnerability and eagerness to please in your gaze—an acquiescent look that says 'just take what you want,’ and he loves it.

That, partnered with the pleasured sounds that leave you as once you give into him and his skillful touch is enough to drive him insane. His experiments with you always produce addicting results and he can't get enough.

He’s introduced you to alien aphrodisiacs and taken your pliable body through different levels of pleasure, each more intense than the last. You’re left in Han’s care with wide eyes and uncontrollable desire and it’s his favourite way to have you.

He’ll quell your nervousness by muttering praise once you start feeling the effects of the stimulant ‘god you're so good like this, so obedient,’ ‘so good for me, so, so good baby,’

He's managed to sweet talk you into trying kinks you've never heard of let alone considered, but his confidence and charm are enough to make you excited for a new endeavour.

'c'mon, let's try it once, hm? you know i'll take good care of you,' or 'trust me, baby, i know what you like, i won't do ya wrong'

And you trust him because his honeyed words are true. He's never done you wrong and he never will. He's always looked after you, only pushing your limits never pushing past them.

Exhibitionism

That's why when Han's hand slips in between your thighs while you're sat at a bar god knows where in the galaxy, you tense but don't recoil from his touch. Your reaction makes him chuckle and he's placing a kiss on your neck before moving in even closer.

'You've never done something this before have you?' he knows the answer but he wants to hear it from you. He adores your bashfulness as you shake your head revealing your inexperience yet again, ‘then just lean into me, baby, follow my lead,’

You're seated so your crotch is covered by the shadow of the bar while Han's tilted shelters you from behind. Still, any of the patrons sat on either side of you would be privy to what was going on if they decided to take a second glance at their surroundings the thought alone has your heart racing with excitement

Your breath hitches as one of Han’s rough hands undo your pants and slips past the elastic of your panties. He smiles at the sound but smirks at the stifled moans that leave you as his fingers circle your clit.

He works slowly. His hands know your body, and though he could make you come undone in a matter of minutes, he opts to take his time and really test your restraint.  

Degradation

A string of choked whimpers leave you as fight against your own pleasure, though you still writhe in your seat attempting to lean into Han’s touch—it’s a pathetic display and Han loves it. He almost feels guilty, you’re already acting so desperate, but his conscience isn’t strong enough to stop him from teasing you in this state.

'look what's happened to you,' he murmurs, ‘you should see yourself right now—grinding on my fingers, god you’re fucking desperate for me,’ his fingers pick up their pace as he begins to berate you 

‘when did you get so shameless? it’s like you forget where you are—is that it? why don’t you take a look around,’ your heart is racing as you peer out at the alien faces that share the bar with you. Though they appear oblivious and disinterested, Han’s endless barrage has you doing double-takes, ‘you think they even know what’s going on here? you think they know what a slut you are for me, hm? you think we should show ‘em?’

‘spread your legs,’ his voice is stern and instinctively you obey, spreading your legs without shame. Still, despite your obedience, there’s a look of anxiety in your eyes as you scan your surroundings.

Han drinks in the sight of you so concerned yet so complacent. He takes pride in perverting you; you’d never be caught doing something like this with anyone else, your deviance is all because of him—all for him.

You even position yourself so it’s easier for Han to slip two thick fingers into your drooling cunt. It’s amazing the hold he has on you and he knows it, 'i can't believe how much i can get away with,’ he snickers as he curls his digits.

‘you'd let me do anything to you wouldn't you?' Han picks up his pace and you’re nodding your head in mindless pleasure, ‘just like a dumb little puppy hanging onto my every word,’

You nod absentmindedly hardly hearing his words, only focusing on the feeling rising in your stomach. Choked little whines leave you as you attempt to fuck yourself on Han’s pistoning fingers.

It’s a pathetic display and Han loves it. He almost feels guilty, he can tell your close so painfully close, but his conscience isn’t strong enough to stop him from cutting you off right before you’re set over the edge.

Han pulls his hand away and a whimper loud enough to alert the barkeep escapes you, though your panicked expression doesn’t hold his attention for long.

‘woah, get ahold of yourself, baby’ he taunts and it takes all your willpower to stop yourself from snapping back. You know he’s not done with you and you know attitude won’t get you what you want.

So you compose yourself and do your best to keep a straight face when Han whispers, ‘get up. we’re finishing this in the falcon,’

[coryosbaby]

Cherry on Top !

synopsis: flashing your dad’s best friend leads to making milkshakes and a pounding on the kitchen counter.

Cw: age gap (reader is of age, anakin is in his 30s) // nsfw . flashing, tit play, pnv, ‘just the tip’ (for a minute), major size kink, light food play, creampie // Nicknames used: sweet girl, baby, honey, slut, little girl, cherry, whore— bitch used once or twice.

Notes: this prob has a lot of errors, my bad

It starts off small, at first.

It’s not as if you meant to do it the first time. It was summer, hot, and you were in desperate need of release from your bathing suit that had been becoming less and less damp by the hour. Anakin, having a few beers with your dad, had decided to make his way from the bathroom upstairs. Not thinking, he had decided to open your door and ask you if you wanted pizza for dinner— per your dads request, of course. You were in the middle of taking off your bathing suit, and your bikini top was off. Anakin had paused, and when you noticed him you immediately began to scream at him to get out. He had complied, but he couldn’t help the hardness in his jeans at the sight of your full, perfectly rounded tits. Your nipples had been on display, perky despite the hot weather, and you were so gorgeous with the mounds sitting against your chest. Anakin hasn’t thought about anything else since.

And you know it, too. So that’s why every few weeks you decide to rejog his memory. He’ll be doing things when no one is around, the most random tasks, and you’ll lift your shirt up to your neck. You love the look that always glazes his face— that look of shock, that registers as he turns around from making a bowl of popcorn for movie night, or coming back from the kitchen to get another beer. His eyes bulge out of his head and a blush coats his cheeks. And then after a moment, he’ll get cocky that you’re doing this, doing this for his gaze, he’ll quietly mutter, “tease”. You always let out a tiny giggle, pulling your top back down.

“You gonna do something about it?” You always reply, and he always shakes his head with an amused look and turns back to his original task. But nothing can stop the way his cock twitches and swells every single time, the way you can see his knuckles turning white as he grips the kitchen counter as your dad walks back in, unknowing. He knows he shouldn’t make a move, so he doesn’t.

Until now, in this present moment: your dad has went out grocery shopping, anakin has decided to come over early, and you’ve asked him to make you a chocolate milkshake. You’re practically a brat— daddy gives you anything you want, and so does Anakin. So of course he’s going to get out the ice cream, milk, and other ingredients. His back muscles ripple as he pours the things into the blender, and the sight almost makes you drool. Smiling, you watch as he throws in some chocolate syrup. Diabetes for everyone else, but perfect for you— Anakin always knows exactly what you want.

“Don’t understand how your teeth aren’t rotting out of your head,” he grumbles, even though he’s the one adding additional sugary ingredients.

“Good dentist,” you quip. You lift yourself up onto the counter and swing your sock clad feet against the cabinet. “Can you add a cherry, too?”

“You know I always do, baby.”

The nickname makes heat creep up your neck. Biting your lower lip, you watch as he finishes making the milkshake and pours it into your favorite glass. He sprays on whipped cream, and of course, places a maraschino cherry on top. He grabs the heart shaped straw beside the drink and sticks it inside

He hands it over to you and you take a big sip. You lick up some of the whipped cream as Anakin looks at you for approval. His eyes follow your tongue coated in white.

“Good?” He asks, curious. You nod happily, beginning to sip again. He smiles, and begins to make one for himself. Your panties dampen as you watch the back of his shoulders once again.

He must be so strong, you think.

He finishes up his milkshake, sticking another straw into the a full glass.

You do what you usually do at times like these, and lift the hem of your top. Your nipples harden from the cold air. Clearing your throat, you tilt your head.

“Ani?”

“Yes?”

At the sound of your soft voice, he turns around. When he’s met with the sight of your tits, all plump and pretty, he immediately latches on to the look of them. Usually you don’t keep your shirt up for longer that a few seconds, but you don’t budge this time. Anakin’s gaze turns from amused to hungry in a matter of seconds.

“I need some help,” you breathe out. Anakin wavers. He’s used to your constant teasing, but this is new.

“With?”

Your eyes are pleading, as you look up at him.

“They hurt, ani,” you say. “Need you to rub them for me.”

He sets his glass down, moving around the bar to where you’re perched on the kitchen counter. Watching your desperation, he licks his lips.

“You don’t know what you’re doing.” He starts, voice low.

“I want you,” you say quietly to him. He shakes his head, almost resistant. But your pleading face can only be said no to a few times before anakin finally gives in, and when you begin to rub your tits with your own hands he scolds you.

“Stop that.”

“Why? Don’t you want me?”

He exhales sharply, trying to avert his gaze but he simply can’t. Approaching you slowly, he seethes.

“You’re asking for it.”

“Mhm..” you murmur softly. “Daddy’s gonna be home in an hour, though.. needa hurry.”

You let out a tiny moan when finally, finally, Anakin’s fingers ghost over the peak of your nipple. He’s trying so hard to keep control. His palms are inches away from groping your chest, but he’s holding back.

“Daddy’s not gonna be happy if I do this.” He mutters. He looks up at you with something dark in his gaze. “Daddy’s gonna know you’ve been a bad little girl.”

You push against his hands. His skin rubs against your nipples in the best way.

“Maybe I want him to know.”

It’s fucked up. But Anakin’s cock is aching after that comment, and he begins to lightly rub your tits in his hands.

“Yeah?” He groans, breath heavy. “Maybe we could take a few pictures next time. Post ‘em, let everyone see how much of a whore you are. Seducing daddy’s buddy like this… breaking a big rule, baby. Everyone would love to see it.”

Next time. The thought makes you keen, and you nod as he begins to heavily grope you.

“Bet your dad would be so mad that his little girl’s being such a whore,” He continues. “God, just wait until I get my fuckin’ cock in you…”

“And you’ll what?” You taunt against him. You lean into his earlobe and bite it playfully. “Bend me over? Fuck me in my bedroom when my parents are downstairs? Know you’ve always wanted to.”

Anakin let’s out something between a groan and a whimper, and his hands move from your tits to your hips. Your thighs spread simultaneously, and he places his hips in between yours. You wrap your legs around his back and pull him closer to you.

“Been wantin’ your cock since i graduated…” you mumble, running your nails along his shoulders. “Saw you in that suit when I was giving my valedictorian speech— before that, too.”

“A suit, huh?” He doesn’t kiss you on the mouth just yet, but he leaves little bites and runs his tongue along your collarbone. “That’s cute.”

“Mmmh. Gonna kiss me, yet? Or are you too weak to get it up, old man?”

“Old man?” He chuckles darkly, his grip tightening as he grinds his clothed cock against you. “Only ten years older than you…not even forty yet.”

“Still old to me,” you argue, and press your cunt against him. He shakes his head in disbelief.

“That mouth’s gonna get you in a lot of trouble.” he mutters, and then his lips are pressing against yours, hot, heavy, tasting like chocolate and something that’s predominantly Anakin. It’s something you’ve been craving for years, and your hair goes up to his blonde locks and pulls. The sound he lets out is utterly sinful, and you probe his lip with your tongue. He understands your challenge, but is quick to shove his tongue into your mouth instead to assert dominance over you. You gasp for breath when he pulls away and begins unbuckling his belt.

“Would taste you first, pretty girl, but we don’t have time.”

And then he’s pulling his cock out, and he’s stroking it and it’s wet and it’s so big— circumcised with a pretty pink tip, a tuft of trimmed, light brown hair at the base of him, seven or eight inches, incredibly thick — and he’s dripping. He must’ve been worked up for a long while, watching you in your pretty pink skirt all day. Precum leaks over his fist as he moves.

He’s absolutely gorgeous as he tilts his head back. He’s putting on a show for you, and you know that he must be addicted to the attention. You look up with him at doe eyes and you push his hand away and replace it with your own. He stares into your eyes as you jerk him, his mouth open into the shape of an O.

You slide your panties to the side, rubbing your clitoris between your fingers. You’re aching for Anakin, and you clench as you guide his cock towards your awaiting entrance. You rub him a little on your clit, and it makes you quiver. You press him up against you and he watches with arousal evident in his gaze. You want him so bad, but he’s so big. Would he even fit?

“Go on,” Anakin demands as he sees your hesitation. “Let me get my cock inside there, angel. Let me see what that pretty pussy feels like.”

You bite your lip, wanting to please him. You spread your thighs a bit more, using your other hand to grab one of your pussy lips and spread yourself open. Anakin’s tip breaches you, and after a moment you push it in until you feel full enough. When his thick cockhead pops in, you let out a tiny squeak.

Anakin groans the moment his cock is inside your heat, the tightness and warmth almost too much. You haven’t even taken half of him, but you can feel the burn from the stretch. Your walls ache trying to accommodate him. You can feel tears well up in your eyes from the feeling, and Anakin’s thumb brushes against your bottom lip as he coos at you.

“Oh, honey. Yeah, take the tip, baby. Jus’ like that… only a few more pushes ‘n I’ll be all the way in my baby…”

“Just the tip?” You sniffle, hands grasping at his tattooed shoulders.

“Mmm..” is all Anakin says, and then he pushes into you again, forcing his cock to make its way past your velvety walls.

Okay, you think. So not just the tip.

The tears really begin to fall now, his length also getting to you as he bullies his way into your tiny pussy. You can feel how much he’s throbbing inside of you, and if you didn’t know any better you would think that you can feel his precum leaking inside your womb.

Anakin’s mouth is open, and he watches with fascination as your pussy swallows him whole. It’s been a while since he’s had such a nice cunt, and the fact that you’re taking it for him— even though it hurts you, even though daddy is gonna be home soon— makes him so fucking horny. The guilt he felt before has now washed away into something primal and dark. He wants to claim you from the inside out. Fuck morals— he’s taken care of you for years, hasn’t he? Shouldn’t he be rewarded with something? Besides, you’ve been showing your tits to him for weeks— you’ve been initiating it and practically begging for him to split you open like this. So how is it wrong, Anakin thinks, as his cock finally, finally fills you to the brim completely?

Yes, you heard that right. His hips are finally pressing against you, he’s finally balls deep inside your tiny cunt. You had begun crying a few seconds ago, hot salty tears staining your cheeks. Anakin leans down and licks them up with his tongue.

“So pretty when you cry,” he murmurs against you. “Look at that. Took all of me, baby. I’m so proud of you.”

Your heart clenches, along other things, and you rest your face in his neck as he begins to slowly move.

“You are?”

“Always so proud of you,” he whispers. He presses a kiss to your forehead, sweet despite the current situation. “Gonna fuck you now, pretty girl.”

And that he does. Slow, at first, but his thrusts soon gain speed and something is beginning to build in your tummy.

“Faster.” You whine into his mouth as he kisses you. “Faster, Ani, please!”

And of course, he goes faster. He increases his pace and his hips hit yours ferociously. It’s not long before his heavy sack is slapping against your ass and he’s groaning as he pounds you against the granite countertop.

“Yeah?” He groans. “You like when I fuck you like this? Like my big cock splitting you open? Clenching on me so tight, baby, like you don’t wanna let me go.”

You mewl, grabbing onto him tight. You watch as his eyes land on your milkshake glass a little ways away. It’s still halfway full.

He reaches over, pulling it towards the both of you. He dips his finger in, scooping up some the now melting whipped cream.

“Can’t waste it,” he murmurs.

He rubs it along one of your nipples, coating it in white. He brings his tongue down, suckling the pebbled bud into his awaiting mouth. Your eyes roll back, nerves on fire as he scrapes his teeth against your flesh. He does the same to your other nipple, dripping with chocolate, and then is quick to shove his fingers down your throat. Sugar invades your taste buds, chocolate and whipped cream and syrup, and you greedily lick it up and suckle his fingers with your heavy tongue. He grunts, watching as you practically drink from his digits.

“Good girl,” he coos. “Good fuckin’ girl. Making me feel so good.. pussy’s so tight… yeah, lick me clean, you filthy bitch.”

You tighten, wetness leaking creamy streaks down his length. His degradations are making you even more eager to cum around him.

He smells so nice and he looks so good and you’re already so close. Anakin knows it, too, and his fingers on his opposite hand reach down to rub your clit with his thumb.

“C’mon, honey.” He taunts. “Cum for Ani, baby, need you to cum on my cock so fuckin’ bad.”

Your eyes roll back, clenching up around him like a vice as his fingers fill your throat. You let out a strained, animalistic sound, as you coat his cock in your slick. It’s the most intense orgasm you’ve ever had— either because of Anakin’s fingers, his big cock, or the fact that you’ve been in love with him since the age of eighteen. But either way, you let out a loud moan as you hit your peak, thrusting your hips against his as his cock hits that special, spongey spot inside of you. Even when you come down, Anakin’s hips are still pressed flush against you and he’s still pounding your cunt like it’s his salvation.

His fingers press against your pretty thigh highs, some of them still sticky from the milkshake, and you can tell by the sweat on his brow and the stuttering of his hips that he’s close. You begin to taunt him with sweet, sugar coated words.

“Give me your cum, Ani.” You whine. “Please? I need it, need you to fill up my pussy. It needs your cum so bad—“

“Fuck!”

Anakin moans, loud, and his head tilts back as he slams into you one last time. Rope after rope shoots into your gaping pussy, and Anakin fucks himself through his orgasm until it’s on the brink of painful. When he looks down, he watches as he slowly pulls his fat cock out of your hole. The creamy strings of his cum stick to your pussy lips and his cock, and when his used tip plops out of your hole, a waterfall of thick hot cum spills out of you and onto the countertop. Anakin’s eyes are firey still, and he moves your legs further apart and lifts your hips up so he can watch the puddle of spend in your gaping hole.

“So beautiful,” he mutters. His finger moves down to play with it a little bit, and it makes you clench. “Does my cum feel good, baby?”

You nod, dizzy. He smiles, watching your tired eyes begin to flutter shut.

“No, no.” He says gently, slapping the side of your cheek. “…Wake up, honey. Your dad’s gonna be home soon.”

Slowly, you peel them open and he lets go of your shaking legs. He carries you up to your room, lays you down on the pretty pink sheets, shuts the light off. He cleans up the mess downstairs. All the while, you slip into a dazed and peaceful sleep.

And when Anakin throws the last cum coated napkin away in the garbage can, your dad arrives home with no idea what has just occurred between his precious girl and his best friend.

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[altieris]

cw; obsessive!anakin, toxic!anakin, babytrapping, afab reader, 18+

anakin skywalker is an emotional, clingy, fanatic, and obsessive little bastard.

in my heart of hearts, i believe anakin is fucking obsessed with you. he is lovesick. you're just...you, so gentle and warm. you've shown him so much love and care, and he's so so in love with you. he's ready to do just about anything for you. and hes awfully clingy, but affectionately so. he's always holding you close to his body, nuzzling his face all over yours, and kissing you excessively. sometimes it almost seems like he's trying to merge with you.

he tries to move in with you like 2 months into your relationship. he's all whiny and practically begging, "baby, we spend so much time together. why keep going back and forth like this? :(", and you solely agree cause his pout is just too pretty.

honestly, he loses his fucking mind at the mere idea of not being with you. literally. i'm talking, he'd be going on about his day, then suddenly, he's struck with the mental picture of not being yours, and you not being his. and he's brought down to his knees, head in his hands and everything.

it's to the point where he starts getting so possessive and jealous that he cannot fucking bear your friends. the concept of you taking a liking, platonic or not, to anyone but him makes him so nauseous that he's ready to throw up (that's not to say he hasn't already). and it's mutual. your friends fucking hate him, he's so mentally deranged and they can't figure out why you're with him.

oh and woe to you if any of them are men. he is in pure and utter agony. he will visibly sulk, pout and huff 24/7, he's unbearable. and when he's alone, he'll blankly stare at himself in the mirror, scream into his pillow, and cry himself to sleep.

the thought of you being with anyone but him - makes him physically incapable of breathing. it feels as if he's being suffocated. it makes him sick to his stomach and the thought of you loving anyone else makes him want to crawl up into a hole and die. he picks fights and argues with you because he just wants every ounce of your attention to be concentrated on him, needs your eyes to never stray off of him once, needs you to be all his at every waking moment. only his, his, his, his...can't you just give him that?!

and when he's finally able to see you, he practically combusts, he's fueled up by all the negative thinking :( he doesn't even stop to greet you, he just smashes his lips onto yours, and carries you to bed.

he fucks you in missionary, so he can look deep into your eyes, and show you just how much he loves you - tells you all about how he's willing to do whatever it takes for you to never, ever, leave his side. then he snarls harshly, going on about how he can't and won't let you go. and when he's close, he's practically shedding tears, begging you to never disappear on him. can't you see? he's an empty shell of a man without you, he cannot live without you. you tell him to pull out and he almost doesn't catch it due to the resounding obscene noises filling the room. almost. but he does. so he cages you in his arms, and plunges his dick so deep, and he starts babbling, all pathetic, about how your kids would have his eyes, and your nose.

he practically wails when he buries himself to the hilt one last time, shooting his cum deep inside your womb. and you're about to push him off of you when he starts moving again, helplessly and feebly mewling, "i can't stop", hes so demanding and hopeless. hes physically incapable of bringing his messy thrusts to a halt...god, what do you do with him?

[ohcaptains]

𝐬𝐨 𝐭𝐡𝐞 𝐩𝐫𝐨𝐩𝐡𝐞𝐜𝐲 𝐬𝐚𝐲𝐬.

 pairing. anakin skywalker x f!reader 

synopsis. anakin finds loopholes in the jedi code.

warnings. 18+. this is sexually explicit, do not read this or interact with my blog if you’re a minor. do not copy my shit, i’ll find out. cock warming, p in v penetration but no movement. whimper-y anakin, if you move i'll leave the jedi order type beat.  

an. just a little something i wrote for the kinktober i never did. I thought i'd post instead of letting it collect dust in my drafts. the prompt was cockwarming! hope i did anakin justice<3 pls comment & reblog.

You find him at the window.

Sitting, with his thighs open and chest bare, staring out into the abyss. The night glints at the beads of sweat sliding down his chest, and his fingers drum endlessly against his thighs.

He heard you wake up, so he’s expecting your company, and has leaned back against the chair – thin black gown falling open – ready for you to climb all over him.

It happens often.

It’s not uncommon to wake up without him.

Most nights, you startle out of your slumber – as if even asleep, you’d sensed a shift – and blink at the space on the mattress beside you.

Finding him was easy.

You pad through the living room and wordlessly reach him in his post-nightmare state. His hair is tousled, sculpted chest is slick with sweat -- there’s an energy vibrating off of him, and you can taste it in the air.

Stepping behind him, you gently run the tips of your fingers over his shoulders, and the whirlpool in Anakin’s belly settles for a second. When you move into frame, it’s gone completely, replaced by a warm heat that has roots. He breathes a smile.

“Like clockwork.”

You give him a sheepish grin in return and fiddle with the fabric of your small nightgown. There’s a moment where Anakin gets to look at you – all sleepy and cuddly – and he’s ready to escape with you off of this forsaken planet.

His will holds strong.

“Are you waiting for an invitation?” he asks, raising a scarred brow, and despite your groggy state, you still manage to roll your eyes. Stepping closer, you use his broad shoulders as anchors to slip onto his lap.

“Don’t make that face,” Anakin hushes, and while you settle back onto his thighs, his metal hand comes up. He traces the line of your jaw, “You know I let you do what you want.”

His spare hand steadies your hips, and it’s still warm from his lightsaber. Calloused fingers run over your skin, reminding you of the fight that’s leaving scars – the war that’s brewing, both inside and outside of his mind.

In moments like this, though, there’s a subtle calm.

An impenetrable force that hums over the pair of you.

You lean into his palm and whisper, “Not everything.”

There’s a haunted edge to your gaze, and your words are loaded. Anakin knows what you mean, knows all the intricacies of your subtle dig, and yet, he still manages to smile.

Well, smirk.

“What do you want? Just say the word.”

You wouldn’t, and Anakin knows that. He’s caught your bluff, and you manage a bashful smile before gently leaning forward, dragging your hips against his lap.  

Anakin’s cloth-covered thigh nestles against the thin fabric of your underwear. Your smile falters, lips parting. You push your forehead against his, and whisper, “If I say the words, I’ll never forgive myself.”

“I know,” he breathes, “I know.”

I want more.

A life together, not stolen moments when the sun is down.

An attachment. A bond.

But it’s forbidden.

It’s why it can’t go any further than this.

“What’d you dream about?” you wonder. Anakin pulls his eyes away from you, instead looking to where his thigh sits. The silence is your answer.

“I’ll still ask, even if you never tell.”

He takes hold of your bare thighs, rubbing his hands up and down, and you hum his name, reaching out to push his hair behind his ears.

“Pretty boy.”

“Stop it,” he huffs, cheeks reddening.

But how can you? When he’s all sharp lines and long hair. You run your hands up the bare panes of his muscular chest, feeling the deft of his muscles, and the dampness on his skin.

The air changes – hums electric – and it buzzes as you push his gown off his shoulders.

Carefully, you lean forward and place a chaste kiss against his collarbone.

“That’s better.”

Anakin hums a laugh. His hands snake around to your lower back, dig into the fat of your ass, and using the grip there, he gently rocks you forward once, forcing your clothed cunt to drag against his muscular thigh.

You whimper. It’s quiet, but Anakin can hear it, even if it’s muffled by his shoulder.

“’ S’what you came out here for, huh?” he whispers. The electric flooding through the walls hums, but the room is still eerily silent. Anakin’s voice is a roar.

You lick your lips and drag your face up to see him. “No,” you whisper, pressing a soft kiss against his top lip, “I like being with you, even if we don’t do this.”

Anakin has to close his eyes. Words like those are fuel to the fire brimming in his chest, and it doesn’t help that you wrap your arms around his neck and fiddle with the tail end of his hair.

Arching your back, you slowly roll backwards, then forward, teasing the bulge between his legs.

Releasing a shaky breath, you repeat the motion, again, and again, near humping his leg.  

A familiar ache begins to swell, coiling between your thighs and up into your belly. It makes you clench around nothing, and you mewl quietly, wishing for more – always wishing for more.

Still, you continue, slick pooling into your underwear and against his thigh.

Anakin can’t look at you. If he sees your face, his resolve will falter.

His nerves are shot. If he couldn’t feel how wet you are, he could smell it, and it makes a groan bristle behind his teeth.

He buries his head into the crook of your neck and busies himself with kissing at the soft shell of your throat, careful not to leave marks.

Once, you left a mouth-shaped mark against his stomach, and he looked at it every day for a week.

Caught himself with his top up in the mirror looking at the reflection, eyeing the way the mark sat on the firm lines of muscle, fading away with time.

A dark part of him wanted the mark on the slope of his neck.

“Wanna be inside of you.”

His admission rests heavily against your throat, and you’re thankful that he can’t see the way you clench your eyes closed.

Though, he does feel you tighten your grip on the back of his head. Feels you shift up against his thigh, and the warmth pooling in your underwear burns against him.  

He can sense you’re hesitant.

“’ can be like last time. Just – Just --” he stutters, licking his lips and struggling to release the words from the back of his throat. Finally, he manages. “--Sit on it.”

“Anakin.”

He pulls away from your neck and looks up at you.

“We can use it as an exercise.”

A laugh bursts from your throat, “To test your will?”

He smiles, and because you have to, you push your cunt against his crotch, uttering, “Want me to make It difficult for you?” and white flashes through Anakin’s eyes.

He grabs your hips to steady you, tensely pushing his fingers into your skin.

“Hardest challenge I’ll ever encounter.”

“You eager to impress?”

He kisses your jaw, “Don’t I always?”

“Mm,” you hum, cradling his chin. You shift back so he can pull his trousers down, and when you take his cock in your hand, he melts. His commanding aura switches for a moment, and you watch Anakin still his breathing.

You push your underwear to the side, and as you lift yourself to sink onto him, Anakin breathes, “Just the tip – just a little bit, j-just—” and he chokes on his words, gasping as you brush the leaking head of his cock through your folds.

You halt. Whimper. Have to grip his shoulder to steady yourself, or you’ll push him inside of you all at once and hurt yourself.

You inhale steadily.

“Have to – have to go slow,” you spurt, trying to calm your tremors.  

“It’s been a while since…”

You don’t have to finish your sentence. Anakin knows, and he feels a mix of pride and guilt. Only me, he thinks, and then, like a flash, only me, he swallows. And I can’t give her everything.

This. This is as far as it’ll go. He knows he’s pushing it. Knows that he’s come up with some convoluted rule to both have his cake and eat it too.

If he fucks you the way he wants to, he’ll fall in love with you. As if it hasn’t happened already.

Anakin has made lying to himself a speciality.

You push against him once more, and the tip of his cock nudges between your folds, forcing an ache to shoot through your clit and make you dizzy. You stop. Pause and curse yourself.

A slow burn builds in your thighs, and you clench down to try and mediate the burn. Anakin grunts.

“Maker,” he utters. “Sorry—” you splutter, sucking in a tight breath.

Anakin wraps his metal arm around the back of your hips, hoping to steady you. “Lemme,” he mumbles, and gently, he flexes his hips up, slowly feeding his cock into your soaked pussy.  

Your lower abdomen immediately burns.  

He’s being calm about it – using all his training – but there’s nothing calm about the words trickling out of his mouth.

“Oh stars,” he groans, voice wrecked, “You gonna take all of me, sweet girl? Gonna let me fill you up?”

When you finally sink to the hilt, your resolve snaps. The pair of you moan out in unison, loud and high-pitched.

Anakin buries his face in your chest, and the heat of his mouth against your breasts adds to the tension coiling in your belly.

“Don’t – don’t move,” he grunts, and you shake your head, “I won’t – I’ll come on your cock if I do,” and you don’t mean to say it like that, don’t mean for the words to come out like that, but you feel Anakin pulse from inside of you, warm and hard and wet.

He manages to laugh.

“Tryna kill me,” he shakily breathes, shaking his head. His wet lips brush against your breasts, and you want more – want all that he can give you – so you clutch the back of his head, pulling him closer, hoping he gets the message.

His wet kisses make your skin prickle.

You’re full up. Can feel him stretching you out, this feeling something that’s only happened a few times before.

“If you move,” Anakin begins, out of breath, “I’ll leave the Jedi order and spend my days inside of you.”

“Don’t t-tempt me.”

He laughs, and you accidentally clench around him, causing him to groan deep and long against your tits.

“If you do that again, I’ll come inside of you.”

You imagine it. Imagine him spilling out, the wet white of it dripping out of your cunt and back onto his cock, and the mere image of it has your clit throbbing.

Keep still. Don’t move.

But he wraps his tongue around your nipple and begins to suck.

You cry out, and all of your muscles tighten, forcing you to clench tight around his cock. Anakin jolts and whines your name against your tits.

“S’your fault,” you mewl, moaning. You hang your head back, “Stars, Anakin.”

“Try and stay still,” he mumbles, and you stutter a laugh, “Impossible.”

“It can’t be,” he responds, and while he speaks in jest, his words are sincere. The line between love and lust runs thin, and if Anakin is being honest with himself, it’s close to snapping.

[forcemeanakin]

Anakin Skywalker: A headboard gripper

WARNING: Nsfw content !!! Content: p in v sex, cream pie, dirty talk. A headboard was, in fact, hurt during the production of this drabble. Not proofread and written in the middle of the night after uni classes lol.

shoutout to my friend Emma for asking me this incredible question and fueling my drained mind to write something <3

Ofc he is a headboard gripper!

Using it as leverage to fuck deeper into you, yes sir

But I think he would use it specifically to get you full of him

He's strong af and he has the Force... this? yeah, this is to assert dominance

You're already stuffed by his thick cock, but he needs more: he wants to drown every single one of your senses, until the only thing you could do is feel him, taste him, see him.

Hazy vision, your sweaty body sticky and pressed to his. Hair out of line and all over your face. You're the most wonderful mess he has ever seen.

You borderline sound like a porn star, whimpering so high and loud, moaning his name because that's the only thing you could remember.

Legs wrapped around his waist, your ankles pushing his fit butt so he thrusts harder. Your boobs are bouncing to the rhythm of his hips and he takes the opportunity to rest his face in between them.

You crave more, your spongy walls convulsing around him in the hope to milk him for all of his worth.

Who is he to deny you your orgasm... any longer than he already has?

"You close, baby?" He pants, flexing his arms while he lowers his head to lick the drool off the corner of your mouth.

"Mmph-" You roll your eyes, so into the sub space of your mind to answer a real word. "Ani..." You indulge his desire to hear your voice, just for a bit.

"Yeah, my baby's close. Clenching around me like a vice." He hums half a groan, half a moan. "Tell me what you want, baby. Tell me what you want and I'll give it to you."

"I-I-" You whine when he reangles to hit your G-spot better. "I want more!" You cry out loud, clasping his shoulders to survive the hellish pace he had set.

"More what, pretty girl?" He cocks a narcissistic eyebrow, looking down at your pathetic face.

And that's when he does it. Stretching his arm over his head, he grips the headboard of the shaking bed and hammers faster into you. And now he is everything you can see. Just like he wanted.

He knows the view of his abs curling as his hips buck forward drove you crazy every time. If it wasn't because you indeed love to see his chiseled torso, you would have already shut him up.

"More cock!" You quiver underneath him, completely in trance with the sight of a drip of sweat falling from his pecs and his toned bicep tensing at the effort. Veins popping to show off his strength. "More you." You moan in the low.

Side note: I also think Anakin has broken a shit ton of headboards, specially when he is gripping them with his mechanical hand.

He just can't measure his strength !!!!

Also he would totally be like: "want me to fix that?", MID FUCK AND PANTING LIKE THE SLUT HE IS

and yeah ofc he repairs what he broke

except for your pussy

[spacesurfing]

❛ would you like to go somewhere a little more private? ❜ with Anakin? (A girl with a big metal hand kink as I have one as well)

-- I love the metal hand as well, it's just so yummy. Thank you for sending in a request!!

•--•

Good Resolutions

Anakin Skywalker x Reader Smut

Summary: You and Anakin never found a way to get along. With your feuds and the war occupying your minds, you were convinced Anakin Skywalker only cared about himself. So maybe you should try as well. And you did.

Warnings: Anakin does make fun of the reader!!, violence, injury, blood, Metal hand kink, Dom!Anakin, brat tamer!Anakin, rough sex, p in v, oral (m receiving), slight humiliation, slight praise kink, inappropriate use of the force, hair pulling, soft ending :)

GIF NOT MINE!!

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You didn't want this war. It had caused pain to everyone; to you, to Obi-Wan, to the clones that knew nothing more than fighting and to the civilians that had to endure it all. You felt horrible for all of the factors in this war. It had caused yourself grief and stress, things that the Jedi were forbid of, but you never understood how the Jedi just saying, "Hey, just don't feel anything and you can stay in our cult of magicians!" would fix any of your emotions from straining against your mind.

And him. Oh him. If you weren't a Jedi, you would've ripped Skywalker's face apart. You hated him, more than you had hated anything. There were only few things you let yourself hate, and one of them was no doubt him. He crawled under your skin, biting at you, irritating you. And the council always thought it was a good idea to bring you two together. In their eyes, the more you had to see him, the more you two "got along" (and the less they had to deal with his bullshit). And through the war process, you hated him even more.

The flirting, oh you couldn't stand the flirting. You didn't dare say anything to the council, you didn't wanna hear about your snitching from him everytime you walked beside him. You'd rather the unnerving silence that was always there till he wanted to brush his gloved hand against your arm, move a piece of loose hair from your face, have the audacity to correct your stances everytime you found yourself in battle. The way he called you 'pretty girl' whenever it was just you and him. You fucking hated everything about him and his stupid, handsome face.

He was really at your throat this whole week though. You'd been sent to Geonosis, another secret imperial base had been made for them to perform their various meetings. It also was supposedly a site for explosives construction on their half. So, you were happy that meant not blowing something to smithereens due to the possibility of very fatal explosives.

As the 501st communicated with your battalion of calm soldiers, you had to stand beside the rat they assigned you to help. You wished that Rex would find a question for you, so you could talk to him instead. You walked in silence with Skywalker, only few of your most skilled men behind you - Commander Tank, Reaper, Mitch, Magma and Cub.

Your men talked to you a lot, they loved jokes and sarcasm, but they didn't like bothering their General, especially when you were next to the man you hated more than anything - in those moments your shoulders were so tense your men thought you were about to punch something. But you honestly wish your men didn't care for your sanity because them being a distraction was better than them being silent and watching your back as Skywalker walked confidently next to you.

"Do you always breathe that loud?" Anakin peeped up, looking over at you. His face was blank but you could tell he was holding in a devilish smirk that you swear to maker you always wanted to slap off of his face.

You looked over at him with pure confusion, "What do you mean?"

"You sound like you're suffocating, is it too long of a walk for you little miss princess?" he asked, purposefully mocking you, just needing to get to your head, to tickle your insecurities.

Your nose scrunched up at his comment, "I've been breathing perfectly fine this whole time, Master Skywalker. Don't you have better things to listen to than my breathing anyways?"

"Well, when you're being incredibly loud, I can't focus on those 'better things'."

You turned away from him, your face hot. Did you really breathe that loud? No, he just wants to get to you. But what if you did really breathe that loud? You felt embarrassed beyond belief. All you wanted to do was fall back and escape to the transport ship that had left what seemed like a millennium ago.

Before you could think too far into it, one of your boys, Mitch, spoke up, "I don't think you breathe that loud, General."

The clone outfitted in white and a forest green fell into step next to you. You smiled widely at him, looking up. It was funny, the clones being taller than yourself - yet they only listened to you. You'd seen other people attempt to boss around your clones, but they had hard heads and they liked to knock them against anyone other than yourself.

Anakin muttered something under his breath, eyes averting away from your figure. You would've asked him what he had said if it weren't for you just simply not caring about his opinion on anything.

Mitch fell back into step with the rest of the men, leaving you in the same atmosphere that you were in before he trailed up on you; in Skywalker's restrained silence. You knew he wanted to say something else, he always wanted to say something about your men being "kiss-ups", just wanted you to give them your full attention.

'If you really want to insult me, don't do it in front of my men,' you spoke through thoughts. You'd think you'd have a force connection with someone you liked, someone that made you cherish their time and attention. The one between you and Anakin was unnecessary and stupid - that's why you never got into verbal arguments. It was almost like texting someone over a holopad, except you could hear their voice almost as if it were in a dark chamber, echoing off the walls of your mind.

He didn't respond, his eyes forward, watching the trail with carefulness that he only faked. He just didn't want to look at you is what the problem was, cause when he did, he would say something nasty. 'Come by my quarters when we get back to Coruscant, then I won't have to say a single word in front of your men.'

For once, you were up to the challenge of talking to him. You always denied his offers, which only sent more teases your way, more glares. The less you interacted with him, the more he mocked you. 'Fine, then I will.'

You watched out of the corner of your eye, a smirk spreading across his face.

It did take long to find something, the hideout that everyone was speaking of. It was small, carved into a peak. "Great, we'll be lucky if we don't find tunnels in this thing."

For once, Anakin let out a small huff of air - a laugh sort of. It was quiet, like he didn't want you, or anyone, to hear that he was laughing at something you said. We easily found the entrance, walked in with muffled footsteps, trying to sneak as quietly as we could try. Tank stood behind you protectively, the rest of your men in line with him. It was the same for Skywalker's battalion - Captain Rex in line with the rest of the 501st. And of course, you never got out of sync while next to Anakin, now closer than you were before in the tight halls.

"I don't like this one bit," Tank said under his breath, looking around while keeping his shoulders tense, ready for whatever there was to come.

"I know Tank but we'll get out of here as soon as possible," you whispered back, keeping your voice low. You were watching cracks trail up into the ceiling, the deep hum of machinery vibrating the atmosphere around you.

Anakin knew too, you felt it, that there was indeed a factory hidden in the cavern you were walking through. You kept your hand close to your hip, though the thought of a fight was very deep in your mind. All you were searching for now was the vibration of voices.

You closed yourself into your own thoughts, listening for noise. For a moment, you could only hear the soft whisper of a joke send over from Reaper to Kix, then you closed out that train. You heard the conveyer belt to the left of you, taking a turn down the next crossroad and simply walking straight. And to the right, you heard the voice of Poggle, speaking in native Geonosian to the other close members of the separatist alliance.

You held up your right hand, stopping your men and Skywalker's men in their tracks. As soon as that happened, you felt a jolt through your mind as he shared the same force channel as you did, listening to a language you never understood. Then you directed him to the left, listening to the sounds of machinery.

"We certainly got lucky this time boys," you claimed, turning around, addressing in a soft voice, "Mitch, I will need you to find a way to shut down the factory when we enter, Kix and Cub with accompany you. Rex and Tank will stay with me and General Skywalker. Hardcase and Jesse, you will stand guard in front of the factory, and the rest of you will take out droids that might be there and find explosive deposits."

The men all nodded, not daring to speak a response and they followed you in the same quiet march that they had kept up that whole time walking in.

"Master Skywalker, you are to take Rex and collect some of the most dangerous explosives when they are found. Tank and I will join you soon after, I would like to continue listening."

Anakin snickered, "They why don't you just take guard and Jesse and Hardcase can actually put the backpacks to use."

You hummed, beckoning Tank to take his backpack off and you dropped both yours and Tank's into Anakin's hands, "As you wish." He looked disappointed. Even though this was your mission, he had bossed you around without getting you upset. What a shame.

•--•

The mission went exactly as planned, which was something that never seemed to happen when you were beside Skywalker on a mission. But today, everything had went exactly as we planned it to go. Well, up until the end. You had hurried your men out and told them to call for a transport as you and Anakin stayed inside, cutting up some of the machinery, the lock on the controls not going to hold up forever. Mitch was good, but not that good.

And, we found a stray droid in the process, wandering into the factory after he must've heard no noise from it. As soon we we rushed at him, he had the last laugh, contacting Poggle to your location on the spot.

You scurried behind Anakin, talking to your men. They reported the transport ship was close, flying down to them now. As soon as you turned the corner to the main entrance though, you felt a sting in your arm. Eager to get out, you tried to not focus on the pain, rushing your men into the ship as you hurried out fast. Reaper threw down one of the explosives, it soon beeping and caving in the entrance.

You smiled in relief. This was the first good mission in a long time, your men keeping Anakin's calm. It was funny, the contrast between how you and Anakin interacted and how his men and your men interacted. Rex pointed that out once. You and Anakin then didn't communicate with each other the rest of the mission.

As you became grounded though, you grasped your arm. It hurt, bad, a searing pain. As you held your fingers up, you saw blood. You tried to hide the injury for the time being, the transport ship making it's way to the command ship and you scurried off as soon as it landed. Or well, tried to.

"Is that... blood, General?" Cub spoke. You winced at his question, turning around to see him standing right there behind you, checking out your wound.

Anakin stepped over, speaking in a commanding voice, "What do you mean blood?"

Cub turned you, showing Anakin the blood forming a circle on the fabric where the wound was under. Anakin grumbled, grabbing your wrist in a way that made you dizzy and dragged you to the infirmary, setting you down on a medical cot and calling over Kix.

The man in blue took off his helmet, setting it down and looking at your arm. "Could you, um, undress for me. If you need a shirt or something we have plenty."

You waved him off, stripping yourself of your long sleeved top and your robes. You had a tight breastband on, not revealing anything in particular but your arms and your stomach. You knew that the men were mature, not taking a wounded woman soldier as some sort of sex worker when she was to be almost half naked to receive medical attention. All the men were very respectful - too good to deserve the lives they had to live.

You waited for Anakin to leave, but as Kix tended to your wound, rubbing some bacta ointment on it and wrapping it up with bandages, Anakin continued to glare at you. You felt his eyes burning right through your head as he waited for Kix to finish.

"Are there any other wounded?" the medic asked when turning to Anakin. Anakin shook his head and Kix simply nodded, saying a goodbye to Anakin and walking back to the hangar bay to connect back with his group.

You downcast your eyes, a frown tugging at your lips as you avoided looking at his figure, broad and hovering over you like a building. You knew that if he was still standing there, arms crossed tight against his chest, he wanted to say something.

When the metal of the door shut with a mechanical noise, and Anakin burst into flames.

"You were injured, and you did tell me?!" he asked, raising his voice as he stared you down. You couldn't avoid his eyes now, looking back at his face you saw the fury in his expression, his eyebrows scrunched, his face in pure anguish.

You inhaled, looking away frantically, then back at him, "Why are you asking me like you've ever cared? When have you ever gave a shit about me?"

"Are you saying you don't believe I care?"

You scrunched your nose up in a way that flipped Anakin's heart, watching as you turned from this closed book into this flaming ball of emotion. "Why should I believe in any universe that you would care about me? You mock me in front of my men, criticize me constantly and overall, you're a huge dick."

Anakin was quick to unfold his arms and cage you into the medical bed, his hair falling in his face as he stared you down. Maker he was big. You had thought he was tall of course but as he really hunched over you, got in your face, he was intimidating to say the least.

"I have always cared about you, do you understand? I worry every moment you are on the field. You do not tell me I don't care about you, I would travel to the end of the galaxy to find you."

You huffed, not letting his fake front manipulate you. It wasn't fake, everything had come out of Anakin's mouth aggressive, yet true. He cared deeply, he thought of you constantly. He was always in a bad mood cause he couldn't have you. He acted like a playground bully because he was convinced it would protect you from his feelings. But fate always prevailed.

"Get out of my face."

Anakin tilted his head and in a mocking manner, spoke, "And what if I don't? You gonna call Mitch? Is he gonna kiss your ass like he always does?"

"You don't talk about Mitch like that, you slimeball," you growled, pushing at Anakin's shoulders. He stumbled a little, but not enough to move his arms from keeping you sitting on the cot.

"Then tell me. What. Are. You. Going. To. Do. About. It?"

As a Jedi, you knew you couldn't use aggression against him. The tones you two were using already was bad enough, biting at each other's necks like stray dogs, but you weren't gonna hit him.

Anakin's blue eyes pierced your soul, they were clouded, his face so close to you that butterflies roamed in your stomach and his lips were plump, curled into a snarl. But soon, a smug smirk played on his lips, "Nothing, you're too much of a good girl. You wouldn't do anything but sit there all pretty, waiting for one of your boys to pick you off your feet and pamper you."

"They don't pamper me, they protect me, something you just seem incapable of."

A rope snapped in Anakin. He couldn't take it anymore, pretending he didn't want you, trying to tell you he cared without actually saying it. Maker, he wanted to be the one to pamper you and protect you. He'd spend countless nights imagining you curled up in his lap, talking the day away, telling him about your latest mission, talking to him in that soft voice you always addressed Ahsoka in.

He knew there was nothing that would make you hate him more, so he move his hand up your arm and pressed his lips to yours. For the anger emitting from Anakin, his lips laid on yours tenderly. He wanted to be mean, he wanted to leave small bruises on your neck and thighs, he wanted to be rough with you, but he couldn't just ruin the first kiss out of a temper tantrum.

When you didn't kiss him back, he pulled away, looking at you with the same expression he had before, but his mouth was relaxed and his eyes had a soft look to them.

You didn't know how to respond. The kiss had made your heart throb, made your eyelids droop as if they wanted to close forever. Your lips felt hot, so did your face. And as if Anakin was water in a dessert, you lurched forward, catching his lips with your own in a desperate kiss. You grabbed at his shoulders, your lips moving against his as he snatched your waist with both hands.

Everything about this encounter made your ears hot, your face was on fire, your body felt like it was made of lava. Anakin tasted so sweet, something you would have never expected. You heard a loud laughter through the durasteel walls of the ship, pulling away from Anakin and pushing lightly on his chest.

"Anakin, there are people-"

"Would you like to go somewhere a little more private?" he asked, his metal hand massaging your waist as he pressed light breathy kisses over your lips. This is the most vulnerable he had ever seen you and maker did he want to make this last forever. But he was still so upset at you, for hiding from him, from keeping the injury to yourself.

You nodded, and Anakin simply whisked you away by your arm, puling you through a side door in the infirmary, leading to a private meditation room, one where no Jedi was to be disturbed if not for their commlink going off. There were only two on each command ship and they were used often, the cheap soundproofing keeping out most of the loud talking and resulting in a hum that most Jedi could be okay with. They were convenient, down a hall that most weren't even permitted to be down anyways, the door with a solid lock on it.

It felt wrong, allowing such feelings and bringing them especially into a Jedi-oriented place. Maybe it was wrong, maybe it was forbidden, but Anakin refused to bat and eye at anything being necessarily wrong. This was only a show of passion right? You had to have passion as a Jedi, attachments were forbidden, but didn't you have an attachment to the Jedi order as a whole? It was something you always kept with you, something you could never defy, something that ran your whole life, it was a commitment. So, an attachment?

Your head ran dry of thoughts as he promptly locked the door. Immediately his lips latched themselves onto yours, hands holding your hips close to him as the top of your back pressed against the wall. His hair tickled your forehead, your hands reaching to hold the sides of his face, feeling the fluff of it tangle between your finger tips.

You could already feel him, hard against your thigh, pulling away for a moment to breathe before kissing you again. It was hot, his lips smothering you, heavy exhales between kissing him like our lives would end.

He squeezed your hip tight, making you gasp before sliding his tongue into your mouth. You felt yourself growing wet by the second. Maker, you hated this man more than anything, but the way he touched you and kissed you, the way his face felt under your hands, you never wanted to be away from him.

There was a counter in the corner of the room with a tea machine next to it. He didn't hesitate to move his hands down to your ass, giving it a squeeze and muttering an "Up" before carrying you over to it, mouth still locked onto yours as he dropped you on the counter. You were perfectly level with him in that moment, his tongue sliding against yours. You ached for him and his touch, you wanted to feel him everywhere. He pulled down your pants and boots, leaving them in a pool of clothing next to one of the meditation cushions. You felt absolutely bare, nothing but your breastband and panties on.

Anakin rested his forehead against yours, sharing the same air with you, staring at your curves and the way your panties clung to you. You looked so delicate to him, in a way where he didn't even want to touch you.

"You're so pretty," he groaned, gripping the side of your thighs, "I wanna fuck you, will you let me do that angel?"

You grinded yourself against his bulge, needy for something, anything from him, "Please Anakin, I-I need you."

He knelt down before you, dark blue crystals staring up into your own eyes, prompting you to watch him. He nipped a piece of the fabric, pulling them down your legs as his hands held you off of the surface. You felt like you were gonna start drooling over him, he was delicious to look at, something you always ignored. But you couldn't now, the eye-candy almost in shining light, the only single thing you could focus on.

And you didn't focus on anything else. Which is why you moaned in surprise when you felt cold against your clit. His glove must've been somewhere on his lap, but that didn't matter because his metal thumb rubbed circles against your clit. The contrast felt so good, and you couldn't help but become a whimpering mess.

He prodded a finger at your hole, "Do you like it when I touch you with my metal hand? You know, I did think you were weird, but I never suspected you were this weird."

You were about to make up a comeback, but when he slipped his finger into you, your thoughts were muddled. Your teeth latched onto your bottom lip and you unintentionally grinded against his hand.

"Ani..." you moaned, one of your hands gripping the end of the counter while the other moved to tangle itself into his hair.

He tilted his head, bringing his finger out from you, eliciting a noise from your throat. He popped his finger into his mouth and you could've sworn you could cum just to that sight alone.

"So sweet. I could just eat you up," he said, smirking as he slipped his finger back in, licking through your folds.

You died in that moment, adding a second finger, his lips circled your clit, sucking lightly. You moaned at his action, watching him. It was almost euphoric, the eye contact you two kept. You tugged lightly at his hair as he licked up your juices. He groaned, vibrating your nerves and making you moan his name.

He open-mouth kissed your pussy. "Keep making those nosies, y'sound so good," he muttered, attacking your clit with his tongue and lips, moving his fingers as he began to take them out before shoving them knuckle deep again.

You felt like he was pulling your soul out of you body, hand tugging his hair more often than not, but he loved it, groaning or growling before fucking his fingers into you harder. His fingertips caressed a spot in you which turned your eyes heavy and made you feel weak. He knew you were close, your stomach and walls were tight, your moans turned into whimpers and sighs, and you grinded against his face like a loth-cat in heat.

Anakin's last move was one you never expected and never would have in a million years. He pressed his metal fingers against the one spot inside of you, removing his mouth from your pussy. But, as soon as you thought he was just gonna teasingly edge you, you felt a tingling sensation at your clit. Was that-

"Cum for me, pretty thing, wanna see you cum on my metal hand. I know you wanna," he said, licking at you once more before you saw white, pulling him by his dirty blonde locks, his face so close to your womanhood you only saw his curious eyes as you came on his lips.

Anakin removed his fingers licking at them and cleaning off his lips. Lust was plastered on his face as he wrapped his arms around your thighs, the bend of your knees resting on his shoulders as he cleaned up the rest of your juices with his tongue.

"Sweetest thing in this galaxy, fuck," he muttered, closing his eyes for a second before pulling away from you, untangling your limbs from his own and pulling you off the counter. Anakin turned you around, shoving your chest against the counter. The cold surface made your nipples hard.

"Do you want this?" he asked.

"Yes, please Anakin, I need you," you whined. Okay, he had you tied around his finger now and he fucking knew it.

He hardly even took off his clothes, pulling out his length. You wish you could've seen it, knew what you were getting into before you took him straight. You had heard rumors from ladies at his favorite bar about how big he was. Sometimes you and Obi-Wan would go, equaling the time spent between you and Anakin, only for you to get mad from the mention of his name. But you never expected it to be that big. When you felt the head push against your entrance, you only slumped down and moaned.

Maker he was big, and you could feel him throbbing against your tight walls as he added more inches into you. It felt like he was in your stomach by the time he stopped, pelvis against your ass.

Grabbing your hair, he pulled you head up. You whimpered, attempting to grasp at something around your area, finding nothing and resulting to splaying your hands on the counter.

"You're so fucking tight, pretty thing. I'm surprised that it only took me kissing you to get you all shy. Always seemed like a brat to me," he whispered in your ear, slowly grinding his hips into you. You felt like puddy in his hands, taking everything he gave you, begging for him, letting him use you.

When you spoke, your words came out hoarse, "Shu- Shut up, nngh-"

As soon as the words came out, his hips pulled out before slamming down on your own. He kept you hair bundled up on his hands, keeping your head up.

"Don't back talk me, I'll fucking ruin you," he growled, "Tell me you're mine, tell me how much you love my cock in your pretty little pussy."

As he continued the teasing motion of grinding himself into you, you couldn't help it. " 'm all yours Ani, love how big your cock is, need you to fuck me so bad."

He laughed, straitening himself before taking your hands and keeping them together, pressing them down onto your back as he thrust into you shallowly. His movements made you squirm, pushing back against him.

"So needy," he groaned, smacking your ass, "Beg for it, angel."

"Please Ani, please. I need more, need you deeper Anakin."

It didn't seem to take much of any convincing before he started fucking you deep, rough thrusts that had your eyes going to the back of your head. You were completely useless, being used as a fuck toy for him. You grabbed the wrist that kept your arms pinned against your back, the only thing keeping you grounded to reality.

Anakin was in bliss, feeling your walls lightly spasm everytime he brushed your g-stop, hearing you moan his name like it was a prayer to some god. He might as well have been to you in that moment, he wanted to give you everything, watch you whimper for him. He wished this could've been softer, sweeter, but he wasn't gonna start sex over an argument and not blow off the months of steam you had caused him.

"You're never gonna lie to me again, right angel?" Anakin asked, pulling you up against by your hair.

"Y'never asked, I wasn't lying 'bout something you never asked," you managed, but you soon came to realize that he did not like that answer.

If you had thought Anakin was fucking you within an inch of your life by that time, maker was he pounding into you harder. You all but moaned louder than you've ever even talked and prayed nobody from the outside heard. Anakin had no room for talking anymore, angling his hips up and taking you so hard that you couldn't even focus on breathing correctly.

You weren't gonna last that long, not when he was pounding into your g-spot, fucking you like a ragdoll. You felt your core clench around him, stomach tightening. All you could make were whines of 'Anakin' and 'please'. And when you finally let go, you felt your soul leave your body.

"Good girl, cum around my cock, just like that," he whispered, voice all breath and rasp, feeling you release around him. He pulled out soon after, spilling his seed all over your lower back.

You stayed down, recovering from what you'd feel for days after this. His scooped up some of his cum with his index and middle finger, "Open up."

You took his two fingers into your mouth, sucking eagerly. It tasted tangy, but you didn't mind, better than him being rude and using your clothes to clean it up.

After making sure you were "clean", he simply fixed himself up, which hardly took long as he didn't really undress, put his glove back on and dressed you up. You didn't need his help, trying to push at his shoulders to let you take care of yourself, but he only shoved you back.

"Let me help you, please," he said, pressing a kiss to your hands before fixing your clothes while you gave into the attention.

He pulled you to your feet, looking down at you. Maker you were the most beautiful mess he'd ever seen. A small spot of drool patched the crease of your lips, your hair was a tangled mess, and your eyes were half-lidded. You must've been exhausted.

He only laughed, kissing your forehead sweetly, "How about we go back to the infirmary, get you a shirt and then we'll clean you up, okay?"

You nodded, holding onto his gloved hand and following him. What were you two even arguing about?

•--•

[blue-sadie]

Leaving Marks

He sucked on your neck harshly making sure to leave marks all over you, his hands left bruises on your hips to hold you still as he thrusted into you.

Your moans and whines only fueled his desire for you, you were his and his alone and he'll do anything to make sure everyone knows it.

He would chuckled as he pulled back from your skin admiring his hard work and watch as your twist in pleasure as his thrusts fastened.

"Fuck your so good baby, your mine and I'll make sure you remember it"

[fuckmyskywalker]

Pussy pleaser — Anakin Skywalker.

— CW: 18+, smut! Anakin eating pussy, Anakin worshipping it, fucking it, basically existing just to eat cunt. Slay. (I may have overused the word "pussy" but hey, can you blame me?). — BASED OFF THIS THOUGHT I HAD AFTER BEING SLEEP DEPRIVED. || WC: 1.2k – Not proofread :P.

— A/N: IMPORTANT! I tried not to use a specific pronoun to refer to reader's vAGINA because I know some people that wanted a larger version of this don't go by she/her pronouns! I hope I did it well and if I missed something please let me know! Your opinion matters to me 🫶🏻. Woops, what's missing here?! ;)

Anakin is an exceptional lover, but if there's something he lacks… is patience.

Especially when it comes to you.

After a rough day, after a good day, to cheer up after some bad news, to celebrate after some good news, after the council either scolded/congratulated him… Anakin always ends his day buried in between your thighs. It doesn't even matter how, if it is his cock, his tongue, his fingers— As long as your pussy is involved, he’s in, figuratively and literally speaking. 

But like I said, his patience is little to none, and it shows. Anakin will not only overwork you, overstimulate you and completely ravish your sweet pussy at any given chance, time and place— but he also will give you a short time to even accommodate and keep up with his passionate urges. His large hands start caressing your thighs, trying to hold himself back every time but failing miserably, he will pry them apart slowly, trying to savor the moment (mostly for himself), tracing your skin with practiced ease. He knows every curve, every freckle and mole, Anakin has memorized every inch of your body and he is proud to know what makes you crumble and beg for more. 

Anakin tries to be gentle, but having your heavenly offer just inches away within his reach and not be buried deep inside you is a crime. He licks your pussy until you have no idea if you are this wet because of the arousal he provoked on you or his own spit.

 Which, let me add to the list how disgusting he is sometimes: Anakin is filthy, and his devotion to you only seems to make his obsession even worse. One of his favorite activities is parting your lips with his thumb, before licking a long, lazy stripe from your entrance to your clit— and then spit right on your cunt. He will throb like a horny teenager, he will hump the mattress of the cheap beds in the Jedi Temple like a desperate bitch while watching how his saliva slides and mixes with your own wetness. 

Speaking of his obsession, Anakin lives, fights and comes back home every day for you, of course… but for your pussy too. His favorite breakfast, meal and dinner. His favorite treat and his favorite prize. 

Countless times you had laid down on the bed, legs open wide like a cheap whore from a dirty brothel straight from the most dark, disgusting corners of Coruscant, with his head buried in between them, tugging on his blonde curls moaning and grinding his nose against your clit for him to mumble something so quietly you mistake it with an insect flying across the room. 

“I missed you.” He whispered, his blown out irises fixated on your pussy. “My pretty thing.”

The first time it felt flattering. It was nice to know your boyfriend missed you so much. You ignored him, thinking he was just eager. 

The second time, it was the same.

Same quiet murmurs, same praises: “God, I can’t get enough of you…” Anakin had his eyes closed, sucking on your clit and pausing every now and then to whisper sweet words to you. 

Sure, to you.

Over and over, you gobbled up his praises, his need, his lust for you. Anakin had the power to push you to heavens, to reduce you to a blabbering puddle, to lit up your darkness fantasies, so why stop him? He sounds like he’s enjoying himself, and who are you to deny him such pleasure?

There's always a breaking point though.

Remember how I mentioned how impatient Anakin is? Well, this time it didn't worked on your favor. Instead of prepping your pussy, allowing you to have a nice, slippery stretch to be able to fit his thick cock without any discomfort, Anakin couldn't wait. It wasn't particularly painful, but a sharp sting was there, something momentarily but significant. Anakin bottomed out, groaning loudly at how tight your pussy was in that moment, his horny, selfish mind not being able to register his lack of consideration.

“You are tighter than usual.” He huffed, his fingers digging in the supple flesh your waist. You tried to protest, to tell him he didn't stretch you first, but he began to trust relentlessly, hitting your sweet spot over and over. 

Every complaint quickly died in your throat, replaced by moans of pleasure and delight. Even if it felt amazing, your pussy was still struggling to accommodate to his size, and Anakin, the little shit, was in heaven. 

“You missed me? You missed my cock pretty thing? Missed me using you like a toy?”

Despite your blissful state, something about his words just seemed… off. 

Almost as if he wasn't talking to you. 

Anakin’s hips slammed against yours again and again giving you no break at all. Your hands had to grab the edge of the wooden bed frame at some point, the discomfort of his girth now long forgotten. He hovered over you, staring at your pretty, glassy eyes, watching them roll back, silently beg him for more and then looked downwards, locking his devil eyes with your pussy. If there was something Anakin would never, ever, not in a million years get tired of, was the breathtaking view he had every time he had the privilege to witness how your tight little hole struggled to keep him inside, as if your delightful, hot cunt was desperately trying to keep him inside forever.

“Fuck… I missed you too, wish I could stay inside all fucking day.” His incessant gibberish began to have an effect on you, your hazy mind slowly putting the pieces together. 

“Anakin—” You called him with such a tone that he snapped out of his trance. 

“Yes?” He asked, not stopping his movements, just slowing them.

Next, a question you never imagined asking. Your sweaty, flushed face had a hint of confusion, a pretty valid confusion.

“…Are you talking to my pussy?”

Anakin froze, looking almost— guilty?

“What if I am?” He answered your question with another question, something you hated. 

“Anakin, answer the question.” You sighed, waiting for his answer as if you two weren't naked on his bed, him buried balls deep inside of you. 

Your boyfriend pouted, was he really throwing a tantrum? “Maybe.” He whispered. In response, you laughed quietly trying not to ruin the moment. It wasn't odd, probably a bit perverted and a bit— hot? The fact that Anakin was so in love with your pussy he treated it as if it was another whole being worth his wholehearted attention. 

“I think it’s… hot” Your words were followed by a shrug, staring at him, batting your eyelashes.

Giving him that look.

And if Anakin Skywalker isn’t the most patient person in the Galaxy, he certainly is the designated pussy pleaser of the Galaxy. 

He pounced again, wasting less than five seconds to resume his reckless assault on your poor, overworked pussy. “See?” He practically growled, his teeth sinking in his lower lip, curving into a wicked smile. “This tight, little cunt missed my big cock so much.” He is on full rampage mode, fucking you brainless. 

“Feel how I stretch your tiny hole, angel?”

“Look at you, is my cock too big for you?”

One hand let go of your hip, grabbing your face and squeezing your cheeks, breaking eye contact with your bodies merged into one and forcing you to look at him. His face was inches away from yours, his hot breath hit your face and a string of drool falling from his lips landed on your lower lip. The fire in his eyes was incomparable.

“This pussy belongs to me, not you, do you hear me?”

[shangchiswife]

anakin skywalker- broken promises

summary: you get injured in battle and break a promise that you made with anakin.

anakin x fem!reader

warnings: smut, character death

word count: 1335

....

Once the final droid was split, in two Anakin Skywalker let out a loud yell of victory.

He and Obi-Wan and their clone squadrons had fought for days to remove the presence of the Sith on Bespin.

The rest of his clone crew was celebrating, bumping chests with one another as he searched the battlefield for a sign of you. 

You had also brought your troops to fight after Anakin had frantically messaged you saying how they were going to surrender if there wasn’t any extra aid.

You had been back on Coruscant after recently coming back to Tatooine for a mission to rescue a senator from a Sith Lord and you had been resting back at your quarters when you received Anakin’s transmission.

Immediately you had called your troop in and set a course to Bespin.

You and Anakin had known each other for years ever since he became a padawan under Obi-Wan. You had been one of the first people to welcome and befriend him as he would always receive nasty glares from other padawans that were jealous of the amount of attention he received from other masters. 

Just last year you had both confessed your love to one another and established a secret relationship. Whenever you could, the two of you would hold hands on missions, sneak over to each other’s rooms at night, and shower each other with kisses.

You both were madly in love with each other and it showed.

Anakin looked around for any sign of you as he watched your squadron arrive to his location.

“Where’s Y/N?” he asked one of the clones.

“Not sure sir, we lost track of them while we were fighting,” the clone shrugged his shoulders.

“Fuck,” he mumbled worriedly as he started to scour the battlefield.

It was a massacre with a mixture of bloodied clones with horrible gashes and torn-up droids.

Captain Rex appeared at his side and put a hand on his shoulder.

“We’ll find them, general,” the captain gave the Jedi a reassuring look.

“Boys, c’mon stop your playing, we need to look for General Y/N!” Rex barked at the clones who immediately got in formation and started to look.

Surely you were playing a prank on him, right? Anakin thought as his eyes scanned the mass of dead bodies and droids thorougly. 

But deep down he knew that you’d never play a prank in a graphic scene like this.

Anakin ran a hand through his dark hair nervously as he stomped through, his heart pounding hard in his chest.

Suddenly he heard a voice that made his heard stop.

“Anakin…”

“Y/N! Where are you?” Anakin asked, spinning around.

The moment he saw you his heart stopped.

Your once beige tunic was now stained red and there was a large pool of blood surrounding you. Gashes littered your entire body and your eyes were sunken making you almost unrecognizable to him.

The Jedi immediately knelt down and lifted your tunic to reveal your stomach which had a large wound in the center.

“Baby what happened?” Anakin asked, cradling your face.

“Some fucking Sith Lord impaled me and a droid paralyzed my legs,” you hissed as Anakin applied pressure to the wound.

“Shh…I need to stop the bleeding,” he said, trying his hardest to mask his fear.

“Anakin, don’t you see, I’m dying,” you chuckled weakly as you watched your partner’s brown eyes widen.

“What? No you’re not. We’ll take you to the medical bay-”

You shushed him with a shaking finger.

“Anakin look at the amount of blood that has come out of me and I can never walk again,” a tear slipped down your cheek as you watched his mouth tremble.

“I can never take walks with you again,” a weak sob escaped your lips.

“We’ll get this through together, Y/N,” his voice broke as he caressed your cheeks.

“I feel the force draining from me, the stab was fatal,” you coughed sending droplets of blood onto Anakin’s dark robe.

“Please don’t leave me,” the Jedi cried, picking up your upper body and pushing you against his chest.

Your vision blurred with tears.

“Just stay please,” you felt Anakin’s tears coat your forehead.

You wished desperately to comfort him but you were too weak to move and even breathe.

Suddenly you were blinded by a bright white light.

Goodbye, Anakin you used the force to send him one last message before you let your last breath.

Anakin let out a loud sob as he stared at your motionless body.

He cried and cried as he rocked your body back in forth in his arms. His eyes bloodshot from the amount of tears that leaked from his eyes.

The only thing he loved was gone.

….

You gripped Anakin’s arm as he ate you out like a starved man.

His tongue did wonders on your clit.

“Fuck, Anakin,” you sighed as you gripped his wavy hair, pulling him closer to your pussy.

He moaned at the tight grip you had on his hair as he plunged a single finger into your hole making your mouth contort into an o shape.

You whimpered at his actions as you felt him smirk against you.

“I’m gonna-”

“Cum for me pretty girl,” he breathed out.

His dirty words sent you into a frenzy as you felt your orgasm wash over you.

Anakin looked up at you, your cum on his chin as you pulled him to you and pressed your lips against his in a passionate kiss.

“I fucking love you,” you said as he groaned into your mouth.

“I love you too,” he said, grinding his cock against you making you sigh with pleasure.

“You keep doing and I’m gonna cum again,” you grinned as he placed you on the floor with your ass-up.

“That’s the point baby,” he smirked, giving your neck a long kiss.

He pushed his cock between your folds and entered you making the two of you moan in unison.

“Fuck you’re so tight,” Anakin shut his eyes with bliss.

“Mmm,” you moaned with pleasure at the feeling of being stuffed with his cock.

“Your pussy is squeezing me so good,” he said, rubbing his thumb on your clit.

“Holy shit,” you cursed as he started to thrust into you at a slow pace, allowing you to still get used to his large size.

“Faster,” you moaned out as Anakin immediately complied to your request and gripped your hips even harder, and slammed into you, his cock hitting your cervix in all of the right places.

Your eyebrows furrowed as he continued to manhandle you, breathing erratically.

The only sounds in the room were the sounds of skin slapping against one another and your sultry moans.

“Fuck baby, I’m-”  he groaned, his cock twitching in you making you squeeze around him indistinctively.

His hips pounded into you faster.

“Me too,” you whined, feeling that familiar coil in your stomach.

You saw stars in your vision, toes curling, as you cummed your second time.

A moment later you felt him empty his seed into you.

“Gods that was amazing,” you gathered your breath as Anakin pulled out of you and rolled beside you.

“Yeah,” he sighed as he turned to you and pressed a soft kiss to your cheek.

You scooted closer to him and nuzzled your face into his bare chest.

“I love you so much,” you mumbled into his chest as he chuckled and rubbed your naked back gently.

“I love you more,” he said, holding your face and staring lovingly into your eyes.

“Can we be together forever?” you asked, a shy smile appearing on your lips as he kissed the corner of your mouth.

“Only if you promise,” he lifted up his pinky and offered you the boyish smile that you fell in love with.

“I promise,” you wrapped your pinky around his and squeezed lightly.

Little did you both know that you would be breaking the promise a month later.

[hanasnx]

HAN SOLO prefers privacy when he bathes. A shower to wash the dirt and grime of the day is often spent alone. A quiet moment with himself to recenter before he returns to his busy life as a pilot. On a rare and cherished occasion, he's been known to invite you in. One of those times aligned with some guests on his ship, and the shameless scoundrel he is, he announced your participation to the room in the form of:

"C'mere, kid, let's take a shower."

To which you delightfully reply, "Okay!" The guests around you ignored and forgotten as you clamber up to follow your lover into his quarters. You're overjoyed that he wants to share this time with you, reticent as you watch him wash himself. Your curiosity gets the better of you.

"How come you asked me to come in the shower with you?"

His large hands scrub his underarms as he scoffs at your question, as if he's unaware how badly you love bathing with him, and how few and far in between it occurs. His tongue-in-cheek sense of humor shines through in his answer, "And leave you out there with those strangers? No way. Bet they'd be all over you as soon as I had my eyes on somethin' else." An effortless flatterer.

You roll yours in response, but it stirs your nethers.

"Come to think of it..." he muses. Soapy appendages cup your chest, fondling you affectionately.

[first1ove]

Goodnight

pairings: luke skywalker x reader 

contains: m!sub, handjob, praise, some begging minors do not interact

wc: 885

It’s late when Luke finally returns home. As usual, he had gotten carried away with his training, pushing himself and sweating until the sun went down. Once again he had forgotten to take his walk home into consideration and worked himself to exhaustion before embarking on a journey through the wilderness of Ossus. 

He was beat when he got home. Too tired to wash up, he headed for bed. Exhaustion had eliminated thoughts of anything except sleep; still, he was silent as he stripped and slid into bed beside you. Tired as he was still considerate. 

Though his efforts would be in vain. He’d quickly come to find that weary as he was he could not sleep. Adrenaline still rushed through him and fought vigilantly against his exhaustion. He lay tossing and turning growing frustrated as sleep escaped him. He winced when he heard you wake up.

‘Luke? You okay?’ your voice was thick with sleep and sweet concern. He immediately felt guilty.

‘Yeah, yeah, I'm sorry,’ he muttered turning to face you. You were blinking away sleep, doing your best to see him in the dark, ‘go back to sleep, baby’

‘Can’t sleep, again?’ he hummed in response. ‘Again’ he felt another pang of guilt at that word. Yes, he was waking you up again, and disturbing you again as he seemed to every night.

‘Want some help?’ you asked, turning onto your side to face him. He swallowed hard, knowing what ‘help’ entailed. The thought of getting your ‘help’ this late only worsened his guilt.

‘Baby, I—it’s fine, you should—‘ the words were caught in his throat as he felt your hand on his thigh. He swallowed hard as your fingers splayed across his bare flesh. 

‘I wanna help,’ your voice was soft and sickeningly sweet. 

‘I know,’ he muttered. You always did, that was the problem. 

Still, he didn’t protest as you shuffled in closer. His will could withstand a galactic empire but crumbled quickly before you. You rested your head on his shoulder; his skin was still warm and damp with sweat.

‘You stink, Skywalker,’ He smiled as you scrunched your nose; there was no avoiding your teasing.

‘I know, I’m sorry,’ though you didn't seem to mind as you pressed a gentle kiss to his shoulder, then his collarbone, then his neck, leaving a trail of kisses along his hot skin. At the same time, your hands inched up his thigh. 

Luke let out a shaky breath as your fingers grazed his groin. His boxers were beginning to grow uncomfortably tight, just as his pulse had begun to quicken under your touch and grew faster as you sucked under his jaw. 

‘Please,’ he breathed, voice small as your teeth nipped at his neck. You smiled against his skin. 

‘What happened to not needing help?’ There really was no avoiding your teasing, even as you helped him by freeing his hard cock from his boxers. He whimpered as you traced a finger along the underside of his slender shaft, stopping to draw slow circles on his leaking tip. You had hardly touched him and already he was aching for it. Ordinarily, you would’ve teased him for this too, but the look of frustration and exhaustion on his face told you to spare him.

‘Spit,’ you whispered holding your hand out to him. A deep blush spread across his skin, but Luke was quick to obey, though he refused to meet your gaze.

‘Good boy,’ you cooed and in that moment he was thankful for the dark; he could feel his skin heat at your praise and had no doubt he was embarrassingly red. Though, he felt his shame dissolve alongside his guilt as you wrapped your fingers around the base of his cock. 

With slow, languid strokes you took him into your hand, coating his length with spit and keeping up your barrage of kisses all the while. Luke tried his best to be quiet. Tried hard to hold his moans in an effort to hold onto his pride. But despite his best efforts, choked whines and whimpers slipped past his lips, pathetic little sounds that told you just how needy he was as your hand worked his length. 

‘Please, baby–’ The words were caught in his throat as your thumb smoothed over his slit, ‘go–go faster,’ he begged, decidedly giving up on pride and resting his head on your own.

He peered down at you, his eyes lidded by pleasure and exhaustion, ‘you know I need it, baby, just make me cum,’ Arousal pooled between your legs as he pleaded, but you were quick to give in. 

A string of ‘please’, fell from Luke as your pace steadily quickened, your hand moving skillfully around his cock. Shamelessly, he thrusted up into your palm, desperately fucking your hand. Lewd sounds of connecting skin echoed throughout the quiet room only encouraging you both to keep up your rhythm. 

‘Babe–baby, I–’ His tired eyes squeezed shut as he came hard and hot, spraying across his heaving stomach. He winced as your thumb swiped over his tip, his cock was overwhelmingly sensitive. 

‘Good boy,’ you praised and imagining what he must look like, Luke was once again thankful for the dark. He slumped back against his pillow, his lidded eyes shutting at last. 

‘Goodnight,’