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[wh0rephobic]

MINORS DO NOT INTERACT (18+)

what was meant to be a routine quarterly check in with the jedi council turned into one of the greatest risks you’d ever taken in your affairs with ANAKIN SKYWALKER.

you sat across the room from anakin, listening absentmindedly to other jedi talk distinctly with one another about political matters. physically, you were there. mentally, you weren’t.

every time you close your eyes, you could feel him inside you. you could see him on top of you, sweat beading as he sucks his lip between his teeth.

“shit, your pussy feels so good,” you heard him hiss, imaginatively.

you try to control your breathing as you open your eyes again, pounding heart trying to get you to start panting.

“then we should act.” suggests master secura, “send scouts, deploy the order. if we wait, we may lose the advantage.”

“I agree,” anakin nods, and you can’t help but flash him a vengeful scowl.

how dare he. how dare he play you like this in front of the council, in front of those that have your highest respect, and have the audacity to contribute to the meeting while acting like nothing was happening at all?!

mind tricks like these were only intended to be used on the weak minded, and you were anything but… anakin’s connection with the force just happens to be stronger than anyone had predicted. he knew that, and more importantly, he knew how to use it.

you lock eyes again, you face flushing a deep cardinal red when his gaze darkens, his knees spread apart smugly when he adjusts in his seat.

you shift uncomfortably in your own, catching another unholy glimpse of him when you blink again. this time, with his icy blue eyes glued to yours as his skilled mouth works your swelling clit. in your vision, your hands pull tight at his sweaty curls.

you cross your legs, trying to hide the subtle shaking as a wetness pools under your robes. this is so humiliating.

“you love it when I fuck you like a slut, don’t you?” you hear his phantom voice whisper in your ear.

your eyes flutter shut once more as you gradually fall into his trap, head slowly nodding as you doze off. yes, yes I do.

“what would everyone think if they knew about this, hm?” the imaginary voice continues, “what would they say if they found out that you can’t even pay attention during a quarterly meeting because you’re too busy thinking about my cock?”

your eyebrows furrow in protest, trying not to let his degrading words drag you deeper and deeper into your delusions. you clear your throat to hold back a whine when obi-wan’s soft voice suddenly wakes you.

“are you feeling alright, master?” he mumbles to you, voice full of genuine concern when your eyes shoot open.

watching your nervous expression start to fade into frustration elicits a cocky scoff from anakin, and you can only choose to ignore him, truly afraid of blowing your cover.

you straighten up, tucking a strand of hair behind your ear as you try to brush off the twitching pressure between your thighs.

“mhm,” you hum, “never better…”

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i’m sorry I was on one last night yall

jar jar binks smut.

[wh0rephobic]

jar jar binks smut.

[wh0rephobic]

MINORS DO NOT INTERACT (18+)

RACER!ANAKIN would love to fuck you in his car.

he’d love thrusting his naked hips off of the leather seat, drilling his throbbing cock up into your soaked pussy where you’re is arched back over the steering wheel, fingernails clawing at his shoulders, knees shaking where they’re balanced on just the edge of his seat.

your ears are filled with the sound of his skin slamming against the fat of your ass and the gentle rumble of his motor, engine still running. your eyes roll back before his thick hand comes up to hold you by the throat; not enough to choke you, but just to hold you in place for him while he uses your swollen cunt. his thumb presses underneath your jaw, and you open your mouth instinctively at the feeling, welcoming the taut digit into your mouth. you envelops him without protest when he places the pad of his thumb in your tongue, muffling your gentle whines as you suckle.

your lashes finally flutter open, making eye contact with his crystal blue eyes before they explode with lust.

he loves having you like this, fucking you in his expensive car… it reminds him of the poster he has of you hung above his bed, gorgeous body curved over the red metal, wearing nothing but a tiny, black string bikini and his helmet; a perfect reminder that you’re his.

it quickly became his favorite thing to look at after you had gifted it to him for his birthday this year, and he especially loves to look at it first thing in the morning after he wakes up.

his other hand squeezes your hip, tighter with each thrust as he’s driven closer and closer to his peak. you’re sure that the pressure could leave marks as bright crimson as his race car, but you can’t bother to care about it right now, not when he’s fucking your stomach into your throat with such force that it feels like your crossed eyes will pop right out of your skull. you’re fucked out like a slut, and it turns anakin on more than anything.

“god, you’re so perfect,” he grunts, cheeks lightly flushing. “i-i’d fuck you all the time if I could.”

you tighten at the idea of him actually taking you anytime, anywhere… you’d even let him fuck you before he has to go onto the tracks, stadium full of strangers and fans of his that could catch him balls deep inside of you at any moment… you moan.

“yeah? y’like the thought of that?” he teases, tracing his wet thumb down the soft skin of your throat, across your collarbones and finding its place rubbing against the sensitive bud of your chest.

“wanna let everyone watch you getting fucked like a slut till you cry for me?” you nod.

his skilled thumb and fingers precisely work your nipple, slowly tearing you apart in every way he knows how, carefully tweaking it side to side in such a gentle way that it counters his ruthless pace. every swipe of his thumb over your breast sends shockwaves to your core that tightens, until you’re practically milking him.

anakin’s eyes screw shut, but his movements never falter. it’s like your body is a racecar of its own, and he knows exactly how to get you over the finish line.

as you clamp down on him more and more, you drag him towards the finish line with you. you know he’s getting close when his teeth clench, letting out desperate pants while he chases your high. his foot presses down on the gas right before he fills you up, making the engine roar, harmonizing with your own shameless symphony of high-pitched ah, ah, ah’s. with one final push inside of you, anakin adds to it perfectly when he lets out his own cracked moan before releasing inside of you. his hands shake where they grip your spent body, and you fall weakly against his chest when his movements finally still.

his arms wrap around your shoulders, both of you shaking. the continuous feeling of your warm cunt spasming around his length soon becomes overstimulating when paired with his seed dripping down around his balls when it leaks out of you. you whine, and he buries his face into your sweaty shoulder, just taking in the tender moment before it has to end.

then, he turns off the ignition, and the silence engulfs you whole.

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HOUSE RULES.

PAIRING: bartender!anakin skywalker x fem!reader

SUMMARY: you get friendly with the bartender at your tennis club’s annual summer social.

WARNINGS: SMUT, fingering, intercourse, some choking, multiple orgasms, squirting, praise, overstimulation, cream-pie, hook-up/non-established relationship, NSFW, MDNI

COUNT: 3.0k

The courts had been cleared, the nets rolled back, and the clay swept clean. But it wasn’t for play this time, it was for dancing. Fairy lights shimmered like stars where they were strung between the fences, and chatter buzzed through the warm summer-evening air like champagne bubbles. ’50s jazz spilled from a speaker hidden somewhere in the rocks, playing soft and lazy in the background as penny loafers and wedges clicked across the court, drinks in hand.

Anakin was working the outdoor bar beneath the club’s pale blue awning, rolling his sleeves up to his elbows and pouring rosé like it came cheap. It didn’t, but no one is paying for it anyway; everything is free tonight for the club’s annual mid-summer “Sunset Social”. It wasn’t anything extravagant, really; just a casual excuse for the rich to unwind while the club staff stepped softly, nearly part of the ambiance as they put all of their efforts into perfecting their nights.

Except Anakin had a habit of noticing things he knew he wasn’t supposed to.

Like you.

Right now, you’re sharing excited whispers of club gossip with your friends, people-watching with a spark in your eye as you discuss secret rumors about the fellow guests. Anakin couldn’t help the way his wandering eyes chased after you all night, you look so gorgeous in your floral maxi dress, A-line cut halfway down your chest to show off the right amount of cleavage so that it’s not trashy, but classy. You raise your champagne flute to your lips, sipping gingerly on your drink as your tan knee pokes out of the thigh-slit of your dress. You’re not here to play tonight, you’re here to be seen.

And Anakin sees you.

More than he should.

He’d be lying if he said that he wasn’t hurt that you hadn’t once come to the bar, hadn’t even looked in its direction. But Anakin is stubborn, and somehow, every fifteen minutes, he finds himself striding toward you and your little group with a new pitcher of some fancy drink that you had never even requested.

“Another lavender gin fizz?” he offered—or really announced—before refilling your glass.

The wine bubbled warm in your stomach, giving you the extra confidence boost you needed to finally break the ice with this boy who’s been after you.

“That’s my second.”

“Third, technically.” A cocky grin appears on his face, “but who’s counting?”

With a brief wave of giggles from the club girls, you tilt your head with a newfound curiosity, pursing your lips. “And how do you know I like gin?”

Anakin leans in slightly, still gripping the mauve pitcher in his hand. “You made a face at the tequila punch, and you didn’t touch the Aperol spritz I brought you earlier. So, either you hate sugar, or you’re finally starting to trust my taste.”

Your fingers smudge the condensation on your glass as you take a silent second to study his character. “You’ve been watching me?”

“I’m a bartender,” he shrugs playfully, “it’s my job to keep the guests happy.”

You sip slowly on your ice-cold drink, slipping your tongue gently over your bottom lip, collecting the lingering taste.

“You’ve refilled me more than anyone else here,” you call him out, it’s not like you haven’t noticed.

Even your friends have noticed, Bri was the first to say anything about it after she was anticipating Anakin coming over to refill her empty glass, only to refill your half-empty glass. You try not to show too much joy when the apples of his cheeks flush a dusty rose-pink, but you quickly find out that teasing him is so fun.

“Well… you’re the only one who starts to look pretty miserable whenever your drink gets low,” he bounces back, leaning in closer when he lowers his voice. “So, I thought I’d give you a little extra attention.”

His words are laced with a kind of intoxicating tone that makes you falter for a second, and your heart skips a beat when his icy blue eyes suddenly begin staring straight through you… his confidence sends heat right through your core. A spark.

“What’s your name, bartender?”

His gaze darkens at your title, “Anakin.”

“Well, Anakin,” you start, lips curling, “you might want to slow down before you drown me in gin.”

“Just tell me when to stop, and I will.” He says before shifting on his heels and walking back to his place where he’s needed behind the bar, throwing you a subtle wink over his shoulder when your friends finally turn away from him.

But you never tell him when, and Anakin doesn’t stop.

Hours pass, and as the dusk precipitates the deep night sky, the low music becomes overpowered by the cicadas chittering in the woods offside the tennis club.

You’re certainly tipsy now, humid summer hair having dismantled the delicate hairstyle you spent hours on for tonight’s function, yet you’re still stuck with a happy smile between your cherry cheeks. This type of natural look on you was ten times as gorgeous to Anakin as when you arrived at this party.

You’ve done your mingling amongst the other club members, but between every conversation, you found yourself searching out Anakin for more of his witty banter. You couldn’t help it, the chatter with him just flowed so effortlessly, an easy push and pull that couldn’t keep either of you away for long. He makes you feel light on your feet, confident, and above all, he’s attractive… you might have a crush.

Nearly half of the guests were gone by 11 PM, but Anakin was still working hard behind the bar for those who remained. You’re sitting on the corner of a wooden barstool; your warm chin rested on your palm while Anakin mixes drinks mindlessly.

“Hey, bartender!” You call, awaiting your cheeky smile as he makes his way back down to your end of the bar. “Another mint lemonade prosecco?”

But to your disappointment, he licks his teeth while shaking his head. “Sorry, sweetheart. Last call was five minutes ago.”

You pout playfully. Last call? Where did the time go?

“You’re busy,” you comment, watching as the sweat glistens over his forehead.

Anakin nods, “my shift ends in 10 minutes, I’m trying to make as many tips as I can before I clock out.”

You joke, “were the other tips not enough?”

“Well, I might’ve been a little distracted tonight,” he smirks.

You had never stayed this late at the Sunset Social; it was almost midnight, for God’s sake, but time just passes differently with him.

“You look bored,” he notes your dissatisfied expression.

“I am bored,” you emphasize, “all my friends left already!”

Truth be told, you’re not really bored, just missing that extra attention he promised you earlier.

“Well, if you’re still bored in 10 minutes…” he shrugs suggestively, and your lost smile suddenly reclaims its place.

Twenty minutes later, you’re being pushed back through Anakin’s bedroom doorway, lips locked like you need each other to breathe. Anakin’s fingers dig into the plush of your ass through your chiffon dress, and when he roughly pulls your hips into his own, hard-on pressing into your thigh, you card your hands through honey curls. His jaw moves with skillful motion as he licks into your mouth, letting your tongues dance against each other as he walks you to his bed. When you feel the mattress hit your calves, you manage to spin Anakin around and push him to the bed instead.

You hike the long skirt of your dress up as you crawl onto his lap, and he attacks the silver buttons on his work shirt, desperately trying to free his hot chest as quickly as possible. Once you’re settled, straddling his lap, your arms cross in front of you and lift your dress over your head, tits bouncing free in front of his face. His fingers reach right for your pointed nipples after finally freeing himself of his button-up. You gasp at the new sensation; Anakin somehow knows every way to twitch and tweak his hands to drive you crazy. His lips collide with yours again, desperately swallowing every sigh and whimper that he pulls from you.

You stabilize yourself on the hard muscle of his chest, fingers roaming to learn every dip and groove of his torso. He bites your lip, and it swells to a pout where he gently suckles on it to soothe the nip. Your wet hole clenches on nothing when he carefully parts his knees, spreading your thighs wider by the way they’re hooked over his. Anakin’s fingers slip beneath you to study the wet spot soaking through your panties, pressing into you to feel how hot your needy pussy feels, yearning for his contact through the lace. You whine, and Anakin can’t help but let the amusement tug at the corners of his lips.

He pushes the material aside and introduces his hand to your cunt, calloused fingers slipping through dripping folds before pushing his two middle digits inside. You reach for his shoulders, moaning lowly into his mouth; he hums in response.

He gently thrusts in and out of you, feeling the way your tight walls throb around him. He has a steady rhythm that allows you to subtly rock back and forth on his fingers. He’s not slow, just not moving fast enough to actually get you off. But he’s doing that on purpose, he doesn’t want this to be over before it’s even started, he just wants to prepare you for his cock.

However, he does have an interest in your pleasure when he plunges deep inside you, up to his knuckles, and curls them forward, rubbing right against your soft spot in such a perfect way that it makes you gasp for air, eyes flutter shut when your head falls back with a silent moan. Anakin trails kisses down your jaw and throat.

“You’re so wet,” he rasps against your skin, “is all that for me?”

He curls his fingers again, making you whimper in his lap as you nod. Your composure helplessly melts in his lap, and his agonizingly perfect touches don’t stop until you start to palm at his khakis. It’s bigger than you thought. Anakin pulls away from your neck, looking down at where you’re rubbing the growing bulge in his pants, then he looks at you with fire in his eyes.

His hands move for the zipper on his khakis, shuffling them off from underneath you and pushing his boxers down along with them. You kick your own underwear off before crawling over him and positioning yourself above him, where he’s lying calm and collected on the bed, hands tucked behind his head.

He bites his lip, giving you a nod. “You gonna ride me?”

You chuckle, “gonna try,”

You reach behind yourself to deliver a few pumps to his cock before aiming it forward and letting the tip catch on your eager hole when you sit back on him. His grasp on your hips is hard enough to leave wine-red impressions, and you can’t help but clench down on him when he slides in. Your eyes screw shut with a gasp, thin nails scratching crescents into his abs. He groans into the hot air of his bedroom, sounds echoing off the walls.

“That’s it, yeah… that’s it…” he coos as you slowly sink down.

The stretch burns deep inside you, and you only make it halfway before a shiver shakes your body.

“F-Fuck…” you hiss, “oh, God—“

You soon forfeit and have to lift yourself back up, then sink down again to only halfway down his shaft. Anakin stares up at you with awe, eyes glossed over and pupils blown out with lust as small gasps come and go through his ajar mouth.

His eyes flick down to watch you take his length, pussy sucking him in with every withdrawal, reluctant to let go, and leaving behind a trail of glossy wetness that drools down to his balls. You’re mesmerizing.

And sure, he’s enjoying the show, but he knows you can take more.

Without warning, Anakin plants his feet on the bed and thrusts up into you until your hips meet flush. Such an unforgivable action rips a yelp from your throat when you feel his cockhead kiss your cervix, and Anakin swears he can see your eyes cross for a brief moment before you drop your head down, body almost going limp on his cock as you quiver from the shock of his thrust. You whimper, and he rubs his thumb in comforting circles on the plush of your hip; he almost feels a little guilty.

He pouts. “Come on, angel… just roll over and let me fuck you right,”

It only takes one more failed bounce for Anakin to successfully get you onto your back, and he wastes no time once he’s on top.

His thrusts are aggressive and punishing as he slides in and out of your swollen hole, the room fills with the clap of his hips against your ass that harmonize with your helpless cries. Your jaw has fallen slack; vision blurred with tears as he fucks you into oblivion.

“Ohh God— Anakin, oh Anakin-!” You chant his name like a prayer you knew in a past life.

He’s got both hands planted underneath each of your thighs, pushing your soft legs apart to give himself more access to your greedy cunt. Your back is arched, dainty fingers gripping at the sheets as you tighten around him. Every pound into you can be felt in your lungs, ripping the oxygen from you. You quickly disassemble into a drooling mess beneath him, abused pussy swelling around him more and more with every stroke he delivers inside you.

When you pulsate around him with the perfect grip, his rhythm falters, and he readjusts his positioning before doubling down and fucking you mean and dirty, somehow with more fervor than before. When Anakin frees a wandering hand that quickly finds your slick pink folds, you can’t breathe. His calloused fingertips dance over your sensitive pearl with such elegance it forces your walls to clamp shut around his hard dick… Anakin’s eyes squeeze shut momentarily, getting lost in the feeling before he continues circling around your clit, forcing the coil in your core to get tighter and tighter before you’re even able to process it.

His free hand comes up to your throat to stabilize himself, using his grip to move you up and down on his length to meet his pelvis. You gasp, a shaky hand reaching for his wrist, begging for mercy. It’s too much.

“Come on, pretty girl,” his fingers tighten ever so slightly, “you can take it.”

But you’ve completely fallen apart now, rapidly unraveling as you moan out for him. “Wait— Oh-! Please, A-Anakin, slow down-! Ah, Ah, I-I’m gonna—!”

The warm coil quivers inside of you, shooting sparks out to your fingertips as you teeter on the edge of release. Every circle of his digits on your core, every sharp push into your bruised cervix, every squeeze to your raw throat…

“I know, baby, come on, I’ve got you—“ he grunts.

You flutter around him with a sharp gasp, “Ani-Anakin—! I-I’m… I-I can’t—“

Your whole body tenses right before your climax crashes over you. He watches carefully as your entire figure crests over, starting with your head when your eyes roll back, and rumbling down through your torso, leaving your legs shaking around his waist… and his thrusts don’t stop for a second. You just lay there, body completely spent, but still welcoming everything he’s willing to give you. You twitch beneath him, breathless moans straining from your chest as he watches your tits bounce with every push and pull. Anakin’s eyes squeeze shut, freeing your throat and cunt to plant both of his hands on the mattress beside you and turn all of his focus to chasing his release. Quiet moans are slipping from between his lips, so soft you can barely hear them…

But then, with a sudden jolt, the coil is twisting again. But it’s different this time, it’s hot. Red-hot, and you’re falling into it so fast you don’t even have time to process the unusual feeling before something instantly tears through you with an audible splash, and you open your eyes wide to see Anakin’s stomach glistening with your rush of wetness squirting all over him.

“F-Fuck, oh, shit—!”

He empties inside of you with a final thrust and a deep growl as he claws his nails into your love handles, holding on for dear life as he paints your pussy white.

But then, he softens, delivering a couple more gentle ruts into your throbbing hole as he finishes riding out his high. The grip on your hips loosens, and he rubs his thumb back and forth over the new scratches he left imprinted into your sides. The two of you work hard to catch your breath after coming down, and your pussy flutters when he finally pulls out of it, already missing the full feeling.

Anakin drapes his body over yours, wrapping big arms around your waist to hold you tight to him as he buries his face into your neck. Your fingers come up around his hot body and trace gentle shapes over his back. You stare up at his spinning ceiling with dreamy eyes, just taking your time enjoying the afterglow. His big hand comes up to stroke your hair gently, soothing you as he pants. Your eyes fall shut while you hug him, both of you slowly drifting off to sleep after your eventful night.

“Good girl… you did so good for me…”

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hii, can i please request a virgin anakin skywalker like him losing it on wedding night or whenever him and reader get to it i suppose (maybe reader be a virgin too idk up to you)

i feel like anakin and reader losing it on their wedding night would be so quiet, but for all the right reasons. like not a lot of talking with your mouths, but your bodies are talking… you’re both just too caught up in the moment to vocalize any of your thousands of thoughts…

the day was perfect, and of course your first time with your husband is making it impossibly better. your grip on his thick bicep is strong, hearts pounding with adrenaline against bare skin.

he’s the first one to break the silence.

“… ready?” he exhales, prodding his hard erection at your soaked hole, lips planting wet kisses on the head as he teases you with it.

you squirm under him with anticipation, eyes flicking rapidly from the place where you met between your legs, and his lustful wide blue eyes, staring down at you with such love and care…

“y-yes, yes,” you finally spit out.

you both hiss when he pushes inside, lips clashing against each other in a desperate make out to swallow each other whole as he sheaths himself deep inside you. he begins slow, shallow thrusts inside you just to open you up some more, but quickly loses himself in the pleasure of your pussy; a brand new sensation he’s only ever dreamt of, and it feels better than he ever could’ve imagined. His body runs hot as you begin to feel the bed rock, soft hums being pulled out of you.

“you’re shaking,” you gasp against his lips.

but he just bowed his head, pink tip twitching inside your womb, threatening to explode… but he can’t help it, it just feels so good…

but it doesn’t matter if he finishes quickly your first round. you’ll be up all night.

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SALT ON SKIN.

PAIRING: dilf!anakin skywalker x fem!reader

SUMMARY: you forget to pay your AC bill during this blazing heatwave, your friend Leia Skywalker is nice enough to invite you over to swim in her pool.

WARNINGS: SMUT, age gap (20s-40s), oral (fem!receiving) fingering, piv, bondage, semi-public makeout, edging?, “best friend’s dad”, NSFW, MDNI

COUNT: 3.3k

It’s been hot, so hot. The kind of heat that strips you bare, that makes every breath taste like scorched metal and dust.

It’s the type of heat that keeps you up at night and makes you forget things by daybreak; things like when your next paper is due, what time practice is today, or — worst of all — forgetting to pay the air conditioning bill for your cheap college apartment this month, right in the middle of this dreaded heatwave.

The air in your room is thick enough to suffocate you. So, when your best friend and teammate Leia Skywalker invited you over to her house after softball practice to swim in the pool, you had to jump on it.

The moment you feel the water slice through the heat of your sunburnt skin, you knew it was the right call.

Lifting your head above the water, you use your two hands to slick your hair back, treading the water lightly.

“Come on, Luke! It’s not that cold!” You call to Leia’s brother, who’s standing indecisively on the diving board.

“Yeah!” Leia shouts, “don’t be a pussy!”

She punctuates her insult with a splash in his direction, proving that the water temperature is more refreshing than painful in this sticky heat. Luke flinches before glaring brutally at his sister, taking a step back before he launches himself off of the diving board, landing in the water with waves that are sure to be sent over you. You hold your hands up in defense, squealing playfully.

Soon enough, one cannonball turned into twenty, and hours passed by in saltwater bliss. No one noticed it when the sun melted into a tangerine haze and the day unraveled like a ribbon, slow and warm.

Nobody wanted to be the first one out, but regardless of if it was Luke or Leia, you knew you would be last.

Your chin rests on your hands, crossed over the pavement surrounding the pool as your eyes stare up to count the stars, gradually waking up the indigo sky.

It’s so quiet now. You can hear your own heartbeat calmly in your chest, accompanied by the soft sloshing of your feet kicking the water behind you, and distant crickets.

The sudden sound of the Skywalkers’ sliding glass door startles you, and you whip your head around with wide eyes, caught like a deer in headlights.

It’s Leia’s father.

“Don’t be afraid, it’s just me,” he chuckles, jokingly holding his hands up in surrender.

He’s shirtless, clad in red swim trunks.

You give him a friendly smile. “Hi Anakin,”

“Hello Y/N,” he tilts his head teasingly, “I didn’t think you’d still be here, I think Luke and Leia are both asleep.”

You hold your lip between your teeth. “Yeah, Leia told me I could stay a little while longer before I go back to my apartment.”

Anakin gestures approvingly, knitting his eyebrows in concern. “Do you still not have air conditioning?”

You shake your head. “They said it’ll be back tomorrow.”

He lets out a sigh, mirroring the look of disappointment on your face. “Well, stay here for as long as you’d like, I just wanted to jump in before I get ready for bed.”

“Sounds good,” you smile thankfully, nuzzling your chin back into your knuckles and resuming your star-counting as Anakin makes his way to the diving board.

Anakin has always been very nice to you, and you’re very grateful that he makes you feel so welcome whenever you visit, which is often since the Skywalkers’ live in the same town as the small community college that you, Leia, and Luke attend.

Once he jumps in, it’s not long before he makes his way over to where you rest on the concrete, placing his own forearm down for support before he leans down.

You turn your head and rest it in your arms, sideways as you look up at his silver eyes, lashes still clumping together with water from his dive.

You can’t help but notice how the pool light glows on his skin, outlining the ridges of the muscles of his broad shoulders and chest. It wasn’t a secret that Anakin was a conventionally attractive man. Although he was older, a lot of your teammates often threw jokes at Leia about it, and even if they were mainly just to gross her out, they did have some truth to them. You try not to let your eyes wander much, but you might’ve gone a little too far.

“So, how are classes going?”

Small talk. It was always the same filler questions, just something to pass the time and cover the silence. But something about it felt entirely different with Anakin. The words may sound empty, but his strong eye contact is rich with interest, desire… it’s hypnotic. The conversation continues to buzz seamlessly, every boring question loaded with context, swimming with something left unsaid. His voice dips a little too low for it to go unnoticed when he asks about your weekend, and your laugh lingers just a little too long. It’s stupid really, the teasing, the wandering eyes watching lips talk about professors and parking passes like both of your minds aren’t elsewhere, wondering what it would feel like to close this gap between you. Somehow, the meaningless conversation had turned into foreplay as you slowly gravitate towards each other.

Anakin raises a gentle hand to your temple and pushes a strand of damp hair behind your ear. A tender gesture, but his touch drags, tracing a light fingertip down your neck and following the curve of your spine. It’s obvious now.

“Anakin,” you whine. “You’re doing that on purpose,”

He huffs through his nose, chuckling at your helpless pout as a mischievous smile crawls onto his face.

“Doing what?”

But you couldn’t answer. In the silence of the summer dusk, neither of you dare break the eye contact that carries wordless confessions back and forth, between you two.

Each moment begins to melt into the next, and all of a sudden you find yourself rising up to full height, resting your pruned palms on the pavement. When your eyes finally shift down to glance at his lips once more, you feel a desire burn in your core. It’s aggressive and impossible to ignore, and you can’t help but wonder if Anakin feels it, too, as you two slowly magnet towards each other.

“Am I wrong for this?” He asks in a whisper low enough for only your ears.

You shake your head, “n-no,” you breathe.

Your lips meet in a tender, pillow-soft kiss that blooms in the pit of your stomach. His right hand rises up to softly cradle the curve of your jaw, thumb gently stroking your cheek when his lips move against yours, deepening the kiss.

With water lapping gently at your waists, it almost feels as if time has suspended itself between your heartbeats. There’s no reason to rush, you both know it. As your lips glide against each other with pacific rhythm, you anchor a hand on the back of his neck.

Minutes seem like hours before Anakin finally sucks your pouty bottom lip into his mouth, a sure sign that these quiet kisses are going somewhere. Things begin to escalate when you hook your index finger in one of the loops of his swim shorts and pull his hips toward yours. His cock springs to life behind the fabric that separates you two, and you can’t help but let out a quiet moan at the feeling of his big hand coming down to squeeze the fat of your hip. Anakin wastes no time licking into you, grunting at the lingering taste of strawberry soda on your tongue.

From your round hip, his fingers creep behind you to squeeze your ass, you let him slip his fingers underneath your black bikini bottoms to get a better grip as your own hands slide up his neck, tangling in his damp curls and tugging. Anakin lets out a soft groan into the ongoing kiss, only spurring you on to pull tighter. He gropes your body more firmly in response.

Rough, huh?

He uses his grasp on your hips to pull you in closer to him and you can feel his hard on nudge against your leg. His hands glide up your waist, gripping you firmly as a silent warning before he hoists you up onto the poolside concrete, welcoming himself into the space between your legs. You stable yourself on his strong shoulders, kiss not breaking for a second.

His large hands slide down your backside, thumbs tracing the curve of your ribs before they land on your hips, once again. Your ass arches into his touch, leading Anakin to push deeper into the kiss with fever. His determination fuels the fire inside you that has been constantly growing throughout this whole interaction, melting your insides and leaving slick to drip into your bikini bottoms. You need more.

Your grip tightens on his shoulders before you drag your hips forward until his erection rested right against your pelvis. He can’t help but smile against you, you’re so needy.

With a barely audible whimper, Anakin finally pulls away. He can’t hold back anymore.

“Can I take you into the shed?” He whispers, hand caressing the back of your head.

“Yes,” you nod, embarrassingly eager. “Please.”

Your eyes gloss over as you start to beg for him, melted like putty under his gaze, desperate for anything he’s willing to give to you… you’ve needed this for too long.

Today, the stars are on your side, and he’s ready to become everything you’ve ever wished for.

Anakin leads you into the decorated pool shed and shuts the door behind you. He moved without hesitation, caging you against the counter, arms braced firmly on either side. The heat in his eyes made your throat dry with anticipation, with a thirst that only he can satisfy… he dives for your lips.

Wandering hands lead their own paths other wet skin, both of your suits still dripping on the tile. Anakin’s skilled hands cup your breasts, squeezing gently as he massages in teasing circles, making sure to flick his thumb over your clothed bud periodically. Every swipe pulls a quiet gasp from your lips that he drinks up like an addict, eager for more. You begin to palm him through his shorts.

With a grunt, he lifts you up by your thighs and carefully places you on the counter of the pool shed; the same counter that you, Luke, and Leia would mix cocktails with the liquor you’d steal from him. The memory makes you feel guilty, dirty for being here half-naked with none other than their father… it turns you on more than you’d care to admit. You nip playfully at his kiss-swollen lips.

You take your time tracing the prominent outline on his swimsuit, memorizing every dip and ridge before he’s even able to pull it out… you can feel him getting harder by the second, his eyebrows lower in frustration at your taunting pace. He grunts, and you can’t help but giggle in response, slowing yourself down just to tease him some more.

But Anakin is not one for taking things slow.

He soon hooks two fingers into the tied waistband of your onyx bikini bottoms, pulling them down your legs without hesitation and lowering himself onto his knees. His arms hook around your plump thighs, jaw coming to rest on the edge of the counter, his face inches away from your glistening heat. You can feel his breath in your cunt, and you clench on nothing.

“Tell me,” he stares up at you with soft puppy eyes, “tell me what you want me to do to you,”

Your mouth. You think, and it’s the only thing you can think about, but whenever your mouth opens to say anything about it, you can’t find the words. A million thoughts in your head and you can’t get even a single one out.

But Anakin doesn’t need you to tell him what you want, the sheer sight of your pussy glistening in the moonlight tells him everything he needs to know. Flicking his eyes back and forth between your hot core and your wide eyes, Anakin leans in to lick an experimental stripe over your slit, tongue curling perfectly around your sensitive bundle of nerves. Your body jolts from excitement in his grasp, and he pulls back again to study your expression.

“That,” you choke, finally finding the words you’ve been looking for. “Do that again, please…”

Anakin dives into your heat again without any complaint, lapping up all of your juices with a ruthless pace that makes your thighs squeeze around his head, a shudder racking through your figure. His arms, thick with muscle, wrap around the back of your hips and pull you closer to him. Twitching in his grip, your hands reach down to steady yourself on him shoulders, fingernails digging crescents into tanned skin. He grunts in protest, pulling back.

“You’ve gotta be careful, angel.” He explains, “I can’t have my kids wondering where I got these scratches,”

“Okay, okay…” you nod breathlessly, desperately obedient if it means he’ll keep touching you like this.

It does, Anakin leans in once more and suckles gently on your clit, sending jolts of lightning through your body and making your legs kick out in overstimulation, fingers still planted on his shoulders. He lets go of the sensitive skin with a subtle pop before soothing it with a few flat licks. Without warning, his face dips lower, plunging his tongue deep inside of your core, drinking you up. The feeling of his wet muscle entering you makes you gasp, eyes rolling back as you clench on his mouth and subconsciously squeeze his shoulders again. He withdraws from your body again, dragging a whine from you.

“Come on,” he pouts, softly rubbing your hips with his thumbs. “Be good for me, hmm?”

“Yes, y-yes ‘m sorry!” You blabber, “please don’t stop, I’ll be good!”

He shakes his head. “I’m not gonna stop, but you have to be good—“

“I’ll be good!” You insist, “I promise, Anakin, please!”

He nods approvingly at you, keeping his eyes locked with yours as he leans back in for another taste of you. Your eyes rolling back with a low moan as you let him work your core, thighs shaking around his head, letting out deep gasps and sighs as you lose yourself in bliss on his skilled tongue. When the heat begins to coil in the pit of your stomach, your fingernails dart to his shoulders again. He stops.

He doesn’t say anything to you and moves quick before you can object. Within seconds, Anakin has his fingers untying your halter top, pulling it off from around your neck and leaving you completely exposed in the shimmering moonlight. Blue eyes tracing over your figure, he pulls the black string from your top until it dismantles. He then takes your two wrists in his free hand, moving them both behind your back and using the elastic band from your bikini top to bind them together.

He shakes his head disapprovingly, settling himself back down on his knees in front of you before he speaks.

“You never learn,” he tuts.

When Anakin’s mouth attaches once again to your throbbing clit, his fingers come down to meet your tight and welcoming entrance, plunging inside of you.

“Anakin!” You gasp, wrists pulling at your restraints.

You’re seeing stars, tumbling head-first 

Feeling every bud as you ride his tongue, body shaking with every drag of his fingers. His eyes are closed; brows knit in concentration as he devours you at an unforgiving pace. Your orgasm looms over you, ready to crash down on you any second now. It’s so close you can almost taste it on your tongue when your eyes blur, hips bucking against his face and needy hole pulsating around his knuckles. His eyes open, staring attentively at your face as he anticipates your release. He watches your lashes flutter shut, and the tightening coil in your stomach finally snaps. Electricity shoots out over every nerve, twitching helplessly in his arms as he eagerly licks up your cream, filling the pool shed with such disgusting sounds. You cry out.

When your spasms subside, so do Anakin’s aggressive strokes. He pulls off of your pussy when you finally let out a worn-out sigh of satisfaction, and your cheeks heat when you notice how his chin glistens with your slick.

“You look so pretty when you cum,” he says with a pussy-drunk smile.

His arms engulf your naked body when he comes in to kiss you, pulling you close enough to feel his dick again, still hard where it’s trapped in his red shorts.

“Are you going to let me fuck you?” He mumbles against your lips, and you enthusiastically nod in response, reluctant to break your kisses for another second.

He smiles, carefully pushing down his swim shorts and freeing his angry dick, red and leaking at the tip from its neglect. You feel his swollen head nudge at your slit, and you lift your knees up to rest above his hips, spreading yourself wide for his access.

With a heavy hand squeezing your hip, Anakin finally plunges inside of you, introducing his cock to your tight walls as you gasp and squirm against your restraints.

“Oh, god— Anakin-!” He silences your moans with another deep kiss as he fills you up whole, suffocating your pussy with his cock.

He ruts his hips gently against your core, once, twice… just enough to relax you before he can pick up the pace. Because when he does, it’s even more ruthless than his tongue.

His calloused fingers keep a firm grip on your hips as he thrusts into you, the room filling with the sound of soft moans and slapping skin as Anakin claims you as his own.

“Fuck, your pussy is so tight—“ he hisses, somehow managing to speed up his movements even more.

He rams into you with such fervor that you can feel it deep in your gut, getting pounded in with every harsh thrust to your helpless cunt, walls milking him. His head drops onto your shoulder, eyes screwing shut after the sheer sight of his cock getting lost in your greedy hole makes him twitch inside of you… the sounds coming from you might be the most angelic thing he’s ever heard. His rhythm begins to fall apart as he chases his hot release.

“F-Fuck, I’m gonna cum soon…” he warns, burying his face in your neck.

It’s only seconds later that Anakin pulls out of you, holding himself in his hand as he shoots white streaks all over your salty skin. You watch him throw his head back in his state of euphoria, letting out deep growls as he pumps himself out. Panting, he attaches his lips to yours, leading the messy pace of a sloppy kiss.

After a few minutes of slow kissing, coming down from both of your intense highs, the two of you finally come back to reality. Anakin frees your hands from behind your back before he pulls up his swim shorts, reaching behind you and handing you a few paper towels to clean yourself up with before you start to piece your black bikini back together, still damp from your evening swim.

Once you’ve both made yourselves decent, he plants one more ginger kiss on your forehead to seal your affair before you leave the shed.

“Why don’t you spend the night?” He offers, “I can set you up on the couch, then at least you’ll be able to sleep in the AC.”

You smile at his generosity.

“That would be great, Anakin.”

a/n: chilled and well-fucked. happy summer !

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rebel reader is stronger than me because anakin said not to bother coming back but i'd be at his door in like a week asking for a repeat 🫣

fr bc i need him BIBLICALLY. unburnt!vader you can have your way with me any day of the week 😍😍😍 I’m not leaving that old man alone.

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I LOVE DILFS

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STAR WARS: EPISODE III – REVENGE OF THE SITH — 2005, dir. George Lucas THE FALLEN ANGEL (1847), by Alexandre Cabanel

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Minors Do Not Interact (18+)

REBEL!READER dueling UNBURNT!VADER in his quarters of the Death Star.

“you never learn, do you?” vader spits, pressing his lightsaber up against yours.

you grunt, pushing all of your weight against him and nearly throwing him off of you before stepping to the side. vader lunges forward, missing you before he quickly turns on his heels, swinging his red saber around in attempts to hit you, but your reflexes are fast enough to block him with your own weapon.

“learn?” you emphasize, “what do I have to learn from you?”

his amber eyes look up from where your sabers meet to lock with your own orbs for a quick moment before he answers.

“your place.” he speaks sternly, lowering his eyebrows. “since you didn’t learn the first time, I guess I’ll have to fuck something other than your throat, is that it?”

his bold words quickly get in your head, catching you off guard and making your stance falter. your grip on your lightsaber weakens, and vader takes the opportunity to butt your weapon out of your hand, saber retracting into the handle as it flies across the room.

suddenly, your back hits the wall. vader has his broad forearm pressed against your chest, hips pinned against yours to limit your squirming as he wraps a metal hand around your throat. he’s got you right where he wants you. you’re stuck under his heavy figure with his thigh stuck between your legs, and as he leans in closer to you, you watch him catch a glimpse of your parted lips, heavy pants escaping them. suddenly, and you recognize the familiar glimpse in his eye that you noticed last time you fought him.

“here’s what’s gonna happen next,” he whispers quietly, words only for you to hear. “I’m gonna turn you around and fuck you against my desk until ‘vader’ is the only word you know, maybe then you’ll get it in your head that you cannot defeat me; that your only place in the galaxy is beneath me, serving me like the bitch that you are.”

you nervously gulp under the grip of his strong hand, and your movement only makes him tighten it, truly cutting off your air now and not just threatening to.

he nods at you, tucking his bottom lip under his teeth. “you understand?”

when you start to choke, your aggressive demeanor finally melts under his grasp. fully submitted, you wrap a shaky hand around his gloved wrist, desperately. frantically, you nod to him.

the way your pupils shrink in fear only riles him up more. he lets go of your hips, before using his other hand, wrapped around your throat, to throw you back across the room, sending you stumbling over his desk.

your hand finds your neck, still feeling a phantom hand where his once was. when you finally catch your breath, you get your bite back. you push yourself back up, only for vader to push your back down once again, pinning your round tits to the hard surface of his desk. you can feel his clothed cock press hard against your tight ass, vader subtly grinding against you. he’s amused by how quickly he can make you fall to pieces under him, obedient and willing to do whatever he says.

he cocks to his head to the side, hands finding a sweet and stable hold on your hips for when he rips your bottoms off.

“now, be good and try not to move too much,” he teases, pulling your pants and underwear down around your thighs. “you wouldn’t want any of your troops finding you bent over in my office, would you?”

you look back over your shoulder at his smug face and squint at him, menacingly. “I hate you.”

your back arches underneath him when he thrusts his cock all the way inside of you, hips pressed firmly against your soft ass, causing a punched-out moan to fall out of your mouth. vader can’t help but laugh at you.

“you say that, but you don’t moan like you hate me.” he proves his point with a harsh slap to your ass cheek with his gloved prosthesis that rips another high-pitched moan from your throat. “you hear that? you don’t hate this at all.”

you quickly lose yourself with his thick cock pistoning in and out of you. with what little sanity you have left inside of you, you can’t help but feel so embarrassed for falling so easily under his influence; the shame decorates your cheeks with a rich crimson that spreads down your chest.

you hate to admit it, but he fucks you better than anyone ever has. it’s like he’s been inside of your own body and knows every corner of it, every square inch of skin that’ll make you shiver and whine for him, he’s the only one that can drive you insane.

he slides his gloved hand up the notches of your spine until he reaches your craned neck, head hung low in desperation. His leather fingers quickly lose themselves in the messy locks of your hair before they tighten, and he roughly picks your head up, aiming your face directly at the security camera in the corner of his office and leaning over your sweaty body, fitting his chin perfectly in the crook of your neck, his soft behavior mocks your ruined state.

“look up at the lens, doll,” he orders, harsh grip not giving you much of a choice anyways. “give me something good to watch back later while you cry about your failed invasion.”

vader catches your wandering hands and is quick to grab both of your wrists and pin them behind your back.

“I never told you that you could touch yourself,” he frowns, tauntingly.

your voice cracks, “please, I-“

“this isn’t love, angel, I’m teaching you a lesson, and you’re going to feel every inch of it.” he punctuates his words with three deep thrusts that make your body jolt forward, whorish moans shamelessly escaping your lips and bouncing off of the thick walls.

you can feel every ridge, bump, and curve of his cock inside you, engulfed by your velvet walls. he fucks you at a pace that is more than too much for you to handle, but his expression remains blank, bored, like his punishing pace is barely enough to get him off at all. you cry out.

“vader, vader-!”

“see? I’ve already fucked you dumb,” he growls, “such a predictable little slut. maybe next time you’ll remember how easy it was for me to put you in your place, and you won’t even bother with your pathetic mission.”

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LIMERENCE.

PAIRING: anakin skywalker x apprentice!reader

SUMMARY: you and your master unknowingly get your drinks spiked on a mission.

WARNINGS: SMUT, aphrodisiacs/spiked drinks, dubcon, fingering, piv, orgasm denial, overstimulation, minor age gap (reader is 20-21, anakin is 25-26), teacher x student themes, glove stays on during sex, NSFW, MDNI

COUNT: 3.7k

The air is heavy inside the brewery you ran into after this thief, whom you and your master were assigned to catch.

“You’re sure it ran in here?” Master Anakin inquires, scanning the room.

“Yes,” you insist, “I felt it.”

Though you may only be a young Jedi knight, you’ve always felt very keen about your sense of the Force. But, although hotheaded and stubborn, you don’t disagree that you still have lots to learn from your Master… including this.

“Well, keep your eyes peeled.” Anakin crosses his arms in front of him, “from what Obi-Wan had said, it sounds like we’re dealing with a changeling,”

Oh, great. Your hand balls into a tight fist as the cortisol is released into your bloodstream. These creatures never failed to royally piss you off.

“A changeling?!” You exclaim, “why are you just telling this to me now?”

Your challenging tone earns a stern look from your Master, who’s nearly just as hotheaded as you.

“Easy, young knight,” he snips, “if your connection with the force is strong enough to lead you in here, it’s strong enough to find it. Correct?”

You chew on your lip, studying Anakin’s angry expression as you choose your next words carefully.

“Correct,” you nod, stubbornly.

“Good.” He trusts, “now, let’s split up. You can take the left side of the bar and— “

A server approaches, quickly cutting him off. “Would you like a drink?” She tilts her head with a faux smile on her face and motions to a sign next to her.

“ DISTRICT POLICY: NO LOITERING! ALL CUSTOMERS MUST BUY SOMETHING FROM THE BAR. “

With an eye roll and a faint grunt, the two of you reluctantly order the cheapest drink on the menu, a craft beverage you’ve never really heard of, and find a seat while you wait, continuing to scan the surroundings for signs of your target.

But somehow, you miss your server clock out for a smoke break outside after putting in your orders, and you also miss when an unknown figure takes her place.

The figure swiftly collects your drinks from behind the bar, tagged by your table’s receipt. When throwing in some straws, the figure doses both drinks with a substance. The changeling delivers them to your table.

You may be a knight, but you’re not that young, and Anakin has been training you for at least a few years now. The council wanted to assign someone as stubborn as himself to train as a taste of his own medicine. Since then, you have been stuck to his side like a puppy, and he’s watched you grow up into the bright young woman you are over these past few years… except that this last year, he’s noticed that you’ve gained some independence, as both a good and a bad thing. While you have more confidence in your actions and decisions, he’s not going to ignore the numerous times you’ve arrived at the job late since you became of age, makeup from last night smeared under your eyes and hair barely touched before you pinned it up. No, you weren’t that young, but you did have a reputation of being a little immature at times… he advised you not to let your party life get ahead of you.

You take a generous sip from the double straws in your cocktail, eyes carefully studying every customer at the bar.

Your eyebrows knit, “how do we even know it’s still in here? Couldn’t it have left already?”

“That’s the bad thing,” Anakin admits, sipping from his glass. “I have a feeling that this thing knew what it was doing leading us in here… so, we’ll just have one drink, watch the door, then get back to looking for this guy.”

You nod, trusting your Master’s intuition.

It was a bad idea.

It doesn’t take long for the substance to take effect, Anakin’s palms beginning to sweat under the long sleeves of his Jedi robes. It’s a slow onset though, slow enough that he can barely notice his own temperature change or heart rate rise gradually, and he just blames it on the temperature of the crowded bar. He takes another gulp from his drink.

As his eyes begin to tire from the repetitive display of the busy bar room, his mind begins to wander. It’s been years since he’s wasted his time going out to sleazy bars like this. He was younger, maybe a year or two younger than his own apprentice, you, when he would go out. He reminisces on the young women he’d meet, showing off their bodies in promiscuous outfits, looking for the attention that young Anakin was all-too willing to give, licking the liquor off of their tongues…

He can’t help but wonder what it’s like when you go out with your friends, how much skin you’ve shown off at a place like this. he wonders how many strangers you’ve gone home with, how many of them have made you cum? He bets he could make you feel better than any of them ever have.

With a huff of hot air, Anakin comes back to reality. Everything happens right under his nose, and the naïve Jedi can’t help but wonder how long he’s been feeling like this, and he hasn’t even realized?

But he’s too caught up in his own world to notice how the drug was affecting you. Not only are you also sweating, but you’re shaking, and there’s an uncontrollable heat between your legs that’s clouding your head. You can barely hear Anakin speaking to you, having zoned out long ago with your thighs clenched together to try and relieve some of the pressure.

Soon enough, he notices your lack of interest in the scene and asks, “are you feeling alright?”

You can only offer a huff in response, balling your fists to try and control your tremors. But when a wave of sinful thoughts floods your brain, your eyes can’t help but roll shut at your visions and you feel your face flush a deep red.

The lust seizes you like a fever, with one undeniable thought above it all: you want him. All of him. You want to feel his thick fingers filling you up to the point where you can’t breathe, you want to feel his body on top of yours when he slips in and out of your soaked pussy, whispering ungodly words into your ear. You need him, and you’re mortified.

You’re humiliated, thinking such shameful thoughts of your Master, not only while on duty, but when he’s right in front of you… in the back of your mind, you know that you shouldn’t, that this is wrong and that you should resist your urges. You turn away from him.

He calls your name, trying to get your attention again before he reaches for you. The second you feel his scalding touch on your skin, you involuntarily arch your back away from him with a gasp.

“Master!” You nearly moan out; mind and body completely overran by the substance you unknowingly drank.

Anakin freezes; your reflex is enough to set off a chemical reaction inside of him that creeps down his spine. Luckily, he didn’t drink as fast as you, and he still has his head on straight.

“You’re not well.” He decides.

He harshly grips your bicep. You try to flinch away a second time, biting your lips to hold back another moan as he pulls you to your feet. The mission you two were initially sent on is now completely forgotten, but the changeling snuck out the front door a while ago when both of you were too distracted to notice.

“Come on, let’s get you out of here.”

You finally looked up at him, pouting helplessly as your body aches from the desperation radiating from your core. There’s a scarlet hue painted onto your glistening cheeks, and your pupils are huge, Anakin notes. He hates to admit that the defenseless expression on your face made his cock twitch to life in his pants, neglecting it with a barely audible grunt as he gnaws on his lip, turning away from you.

Outside the bar, your master calls for an air taxi to take you home. He joins you in the backseat, and what should’ve been a relief quickly becomes true torture. Having Anakin so close to you in the tight space of the taxi pod proves to be worse than being inside the bar.

You turned your face to the window. It’s becoming increasingly harder to resist your urges when you can practically smell his wooden-leathery musk dripping in his sweat from where you’re sitting. You bite into your knuckles, shifting your knees together subtly to create some sort of friction between your soaked thighs.

Anakin, both concerned about your sudden distress and trying to satisfy his own disgusting urges, reaches to place a comforting palm on your knee, squeezing it lightly to remind you that he’s there. But his touch only sends lightning to your core, catching air in your throat and making it hard to breathe. You turn to look at him with the same helpless expression that you gave him when you were leaving the bar, eyes glossed over with need.

Both of you are so oblivious to what has been done.

You chew your lip, conflicted about your next move.

Your body, seemingly on autopilot, places your soft hand on top of his glove. Neither of you break eye contact when you guide his hand up your thigh a few experimental inches, studying his reaction. From beneath the leather, Anakin’s metal hand squeezes your thigh to indicate his reciprocated need. It makes your desperate hole clench around nothing, it aches being so empty. You sigh, turning back to the window with a burning red face and stupidly loud heartbeat, but holding his hand where it sits on your leg for the remainder of the short ride. He gingerly rubs his thumb back and forth over the soft material of your pants, slowly getting you more worked up.

By the time you get to your apartment, you’re a disaster. Sweating, eyes blown wide, wetness drenching your underwear as you continue to shake like a prey being hunted in front of your Master, who was just as far gone as you.

You would have jumped on him in the elevator, if it weren’t for the Council. The only thing holding you back from him at this point was your fear of how the Jedi Council would react if behavior like this got out. It was the same thing holding him back, as well… but that didn’t stop him from walking into your apartment, and following you into your bedroom… this is a dangerous game you’re playing.

You smile coyly at him. “You shouldn’t be here,”

You know what you’re doing, and you want it just as much. You just need him to be the one to say it.

“I know,” he swallows, “but you want me to be, right?”

Your lips part, speechless at his question. Yes, you do. But you shouldn’t, you try to tell yourself, the council wouldn’t like this. But as he continues to move closer to you, you can’t help but drift towards him, and when he catches your eye glance solemnly at his lips, all of the ties holding him back snap. With the back of two of his flesh fingers, Anakin strokes the soft skin of your arm.

“Please, let me have you,” he begs, “just for tonight.”

You sigh, hot breath clouding the little space there is between you.

“Master, I- “

“Anakin,” he corrects.

“Anakin,” you repeat desperately, leaning into his touch.

“I’ll make you feel so good,” he promises, tasting iron on his tongue. “Please.”

It was so different, seeing him like this. He’s always so strict with you, so stern and certain. But here he is, panting and begging beneath you like he’s ready to get on his knees, and you’re not even touching him. It made your heart beat impossibly faster, pounding so heavily that you’d think it wants to literally jump out of your chest. You think that if you listen close enough, you might be able to hear Anakin’s heart beating just as fast, as well. The agonizing sound fills your ears as you reach for his sleeve, clammy hands gripping it tight, the rhythm of your twin hearts beating gravitating you towards each other.

You’re speechless, trying your hardest to think through this situation rationally but you just can’t.

“Won’t we get in trouble?” You mumble as Anakin tucks a strand of your hair behind your ear, allowing his calloused fingers to trace your jaw before cradling it.

He whispers, “I won’t let that happen.”

His lips crashed onto yours before you knew it, both of you immediately melting into it. Shaky hands pushed the robe off his shoulders, letting it fall to the floor of your bedroom. His mouth is hot as he eagerly licks into your mouth, entangling his wet tongue with your own. He pushes you back towards your bed gently, discarding his belt and leather tunic along with his robe. You let yourself sneak your fingers under the hem of his shirt, grazing them over the smooth skin.

You let yourself fall back onto the mattress when you feel the bed hit the back of your knees. Anakin takes his shirt off over his head, and you follow his actions. You frantically kick off your pants, fingers reaching behind your back to unclip your bra, when Anakin, now left only in his boxers, climbs on top of you. He places a knee between your legs before leaning in to resume your deep kisses. He reaches behind you, swatting your hands away and taking it upon himself to unhook your bra. You can feel how hard he is on your leg as his mouth gradually moves down your jaw and lands on your tender neck, decorating it red with gentle hickeys. Subconsciously, he hopes that they’re light enough to fade by tomorrow… but tonight, he can’t help himself.

You can’t help but drop your head back when he drags a big hand up your thigh, sending chills down your spine. The feeling of his teasing fingers tracing along the get spot of your clothed pussy makes you whine.

“Please don’t tease me— ah-!” You gasp when he finally pushes your panties aside and sinks two thick digits into your warm cunt.

Simultaneously, his expert mouth lands on one of the sensitive buds on your chest, flicking his tongue back and forth over it before suckling carefully. Your back arches, and Anakin takes this opportunity to sneak his gloved prosthesis behind your back to hold you closer to him as a most beautiful mewl escapes your swollen lips. He smiles against your tits when he feels you tighten around his hand, leaking slick wetness all over his hands and down your thighs.

Your legs twitch when you feel him curl his strong fingers inside of you, and you instinctively reach for the back of his head, entangling your fingers in his golden curls and pulling him impossibly closer to you. He groans against your nipples, repeating the motions of his fingers rapidly, rubbing his fingertips against the spongy spot inside of you.

“You’re so wet,” he hums approvingly, “is this all for me?”

You can only let out a pleasured cry in response, too far gone to offer anything more.

Anakin picks his head up from your swollen tits and studies your face. You’re swimming in the clouds of bliss that is being in Anakin’s arms, eyes rolled back and jaw hung so low you’re about to start drooling. You’ve gone stupid on his fingers alone.

“Come on, baby,” he coaxes, “stay with me,”

His words ground you, and he flashes you a proud grin when your eyes blink back into focus, holding eye contact with him as he sneaks his thumb up to your clit. Your body twitches at the stimulation when he starts slowly rubbing it side to side, eyes threatening to roll back again. You feel a throb deep inside your needy cunt before a warm pressure suddenly bubbles up, faster than you can take it.

“Anakin-!” You gasp, “y-you’re gonna make me cum!”

But your words only discourage him, making the pace of his skilled hand falter when he shakes his head in disapproval, golden curls clumping together as they fall in front of his forehead.

“I want you to cum on my dick.”

Your hole squeezes his fingers at the thought of being filled up by him any more than you already are.

You gasp, blurting out “please fuck me,”

Your begs fuel Anakin, the pride of your desperation rushing straight to his cock, you watch a dark grin flash across his face. He’s going to break you.

He moves down your body, planting kisses along your stomach as he inches closer to your now completely ruined panties. He hooks his fingers into the side before pulling them down, placing soft kisses onto your tender pussy. His own underwear comes off next, and you open your legs invitingly, allowing him to position himself between them. He rubs the plush skin of your hip soothingly, looking up to give you a checking nod.

You reciprocate with another sure nod before you reach up to pull him down on top of you, foreheads touching.

“Please,” you whisper.

Anakin obeys your soft begs when he finally sinks his hard cock inside of you. Despite your wetness, the stretch from him still makes your back arch, and one sharp inhale is enough for him to clash his lips with yours and drink up your lewd moans like he hasn’t drank anything in weeks. The tense grip he has on your thighs tells you that he’s holding back, thumbs pressing hard enough to stain your skin violet.

“F-Fuck,” he hisses, eyes screwing shut with pleasure. “You’re so warm,”

His gravelly voice makes your pussy throb around him again, sucking him in and drawing a punched-out groan from deep inside of him. That’s when something snaps inside of Anakin, he completely loses control when he pushes your knees into your chest before doubling down and fucking you hard, ruthless and unforgiving.

“Ah!” You cry out, reaching for him and stabilizing yourself on his leather glove. 

Your other hand cradles around the back of his neck, pulling him down, and you sink into each other’s rhythm like puzzle pieces

Anakin’s ruthless pace allows for his cockhead to slam into your cervix; he’s so deep you can feel it in your stomach. You find it hard to breathe and you start gasping breathlessly into his mouth. Your wet cunt is squeezing him so sweetly that he can’t help but let out a groan into your mouth, pace faltering for a brief second. He lets his head fall onto your shoulder, rutting eagerly into your desperate hole, sucking him back in every time he pulls out and essentially milking his cock. He bites his lip to stifle a deep moan.

“If I had known your pussy was this good, I would’ve fucked you months ago,” Anakin confesses in his haze.

He emphasizes his words with another deep pump into your core that echoes through you with a sob. Your nails scratch shamelessly down his back and you grip him impossibly tighter.

“Hah,” he hisses, eyes screwing shut.

He lifts himself to full height to take in the full sight of you, never letting his unforgiving pace slow. You’re a disaster under him, eyes crossing with pleasure, tears mixing with sweat on your temples, a messy mixture of both of your saliva coating your chin.

The sheer sight of you beneath him is enough for his dick to twitch inside of you, grazing his leaking tip against your g-spot in such a way that sends electric jolts to your burning core. Before you know it, you’re tumbling towards your orgasm.

Anakin can sense it, “you’re close?”

You nod frantically, eyes locked on him. You bite your lip, trying your hardest to find the strength to put words together in your defeated state. He’s fucking you so good, and you’re so desperate for it, taking everything he gives you without protest like the obedient little slut that you are.

“Y-Yes!” You finally choke out, “yes, ‘m so close, ah— fuck-! please, feels s-so good…”

He’s proud of you. 

With a permitting nod from your Master, the fuse inside of you finally explodes and sends fireworks shooting through your body. Your back arches up into his stomach, soft walls spasming around his aching cock so perfectly that his eyes screw shut and his nails dig into your hips as he leans over you. He drives his length into you a few more times, letting out a shattered growl when he finally buries himself inside of you and finishes, filling you up with white streaks while you shake beneath him.

Anakin rides out his high with a final few sloppy grinds against you before draping his tired body over yours. The two of you take a minute to come back down to Earth, engulfed by your collective hot gasps and pants that thicken the air of your bedroom.

As your heartbeat begins to calm, you can feel Anakin’s still pounding excitedly against your chest. You can hear him try to regulate his shaky breathing against your neck, but he’s still worked up.

Suddenly, the speed of his lazy rocks picks up again.

A moan rips through your chest, “W-Wait, A-Anakin! Please-! I-I can’t take it— Ahh—!”

“You can take it,” he nods, voice slurring.

You squirm beneath him, trying to escape his overstimulating thrusts when he grabs you by the thighs and drags your body back into his lap, holding you still with one hand as the other gloved one reaches up to gently tweak your nipples, trying to give you something to relieve the aching pressure in your core.

Next thing you know, you’re back at the start, with your back slightly arching into his touch and your cunt swallowing him greedily.

It’ll be a long night.

a/n: daddy skywalker fic for father’s day mwahaha >:D

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Minors Do Not Interact (18+)

ANAKIN SKYWALKER gets jealous way too easily for his own comfort.

anything can send him into a fit of hot, possessive anger. a bartender who insists that your drink is on the house, an overly friendly vendor at the market… just the thought of it will send him into a frenzy, pulling you aside at the first chance he gets and grabbing you by the jaw before he starts brutally making out with you. you melt right into his touch, though, tense body softening in his grip as you let him lick into your mouth like he hasn’t tasted you in ages, like he needs you to breathe.

it’s not long from there that he has you bent over the nearest surface, sliding in and out of your sopping cunt from behind. with his grip tight on your hips, his thumbs are brushing you where they press into the dimples on your lower back, pinning you right where he wants you and angling your pussy perfectly so that his heavy balls slap right against your puffy clit with every angry thrust.

his hands reach under your arms and land on your bouncing tits before he pulls your slick back flush to his strong chest. golden curls fall in front of his forehead when he cranes his neck down, panting right beside your ear. you can’t help but go limp in his grasp when you feel his skilled fingers gently tweak your sensitive nipples, pussy gripping onto him for dear life. electricity shoots through your body, stretching to every nerve ending and gradually heating your core with that familiar feeling you know too well.

“you’re mine.” he growls in your ear. “say that you’re mine.”

grinds his hips against your ass, rocking his thick cock against your throbbing cervix and your head falls back against his shoulder with a desperate moan. you’re helpless.

“oh my—“ you whimper, “oh, anakin-!”

“say it,” he commands, voice low and precarious.

but it’s so hard to find the words he’s looking for when he’s clouding your head with lust, his name stuck on an endless loop like a prayer: anakin, anakin, anakin!

“‘m yours!” you moan out, volume uncontrollable.

“yeah…” he coaxes, proud smile audible in his voice, “that’s my good girl.”

he dips his head down and attaches his mouth to the soft skin beneath your ear, resuming his harsh thrusts, hips slapping against your ass.

he’s so mean when you fuck, it’s like an entirely different side of him. always teasing you, pushing your body to the limits… it’s nothing like the anakin that finds comfort in rubbing your hand with his thumb when he reaches for you, or the one that kisses you so sweetly on your forehead with every hug… but you wouldn’t change this version of him for anything. he knows every inch of your tender body like the back of his hand, he knows how to fuck your so good that it hurts.

it’s not long before you feel that familiar pressure coil in the pit of your stomach, slowly getting tighter and tighter with every thrust and threatening to snap. anakin knows you’re close, too. he can tell by the way your hot cunt is squeezing him, swallowing him whole and milking his cock. he drops his flesh hand down between your legs and loosely plays with your puffy clit, teasing you just to work you up more until you’re toeing the line of release. you’re a moaning mess in his arms, legs shaking beneath you as they threaten to give out.

“look at you,” he grunts, bringing his other hand around to your hip again to hold you in place. “shaking underneath me… you like getting fucked like my little slut, huh?”

his words set you on fire, holy body heating as you tumble towards your orgasm.

your eyes screw shut and your jaw hangs slack against him, name spilling out of your mouth like a mantra.

“ani-! ani— please, ani!” you cry, hand reaching for his prosthesis and holding it tight.

his cock twitches inside you at the sound of your high-pitched begs, and his thrusts suddenly become desperate as he slams his hand down on the surface in front of you, pinning yours in place and grounding himself as he chases his release.

“no one else fucks you this good, is that right?” he babbles mindlessly, fingers rubbing harsh circles into your clit. “tell me how much you need me.”

with a sudden gasp, the coil snaps, and and waves of pleasure crash over you like a storm. your velvet walls clamp down on him, and a shiver racks through his body when he buries himself deep inside you, cock twitching as it fills you up. his jaw clenches as he lets out a deep growl, riding out his high.

your head spins as you fall limp onto the surface in front of you, letting out soft moans as your sensitive body twitches and you find yourself mumbling promises under your breath.

“I need you, ani…” you pant, “please, I need you…”

a/n: hi lol if this looks familiar its bc i posted this on my alt and then decided to just post it to main <33 hope u enjoy!

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how would you guys feel if I started posting multifandom work?? 👀

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WILLIAM WITH A GOTH S/O

HE PROBABLY MET THEM AT A ROCK CONCERT MICHEAL DRAGGED HIM TO 😻😻😻

GOING CRAZY OVER THISSS ❤️‍🔥❤️‍🔥❤️‍🔥

i feel like you guys would run into each other in a concession line. you’re getting a beer and he’s just trying to get away from the loud music, rubbing his temples as his head pounds.

you lock eyes for a still moment when you run into him. he stands out, he looks out of place, some middle-aged man in his work suit, jacket and tie missing. you’re thinking dilf, he’s thinking big titty goth gf.

your night ends in the parking lot, missing the concert. but it’s fine because you’ve seen them before, anyways… and it’s so worth this hot make out session with william in his car.

you’re straddled over him in the drivers seat. his shirt is unbuttoned and your skirt is rolled up. he reaches down to pull off your top as he grunts into your mouth, eager for more of you. your hands roam freely on his bare chest, acrylic nails tickling over his porcelain skin. his dick is getting harder by the second.

“we can’t take too long, doll,” he breathes, hair a mess and pale face flushed. “I don’t want my son to catch us like this,”

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OMG I FEEL LIKE MY HUSBAND (you <3) HAS COMR BACK FROM WAR (a hiatus)

Missed you and hope you're doing great!

- 🍎 anon

lollll I am back from war (graduated early from uni)

missed you too!

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hey welcome back!!!🫶🫶

being in front of a mirror during seggsy time makes me LIVID but with mr. afton??? my god my imagination runs WILD

but it can even be soft. imagine just standing in front of a mirror, taking in your appearance very deeply and pointing out minor details that you like/dislike. you get so deep into this that you don’t even notice william coming into view from the reflection of the mirror, admiring you as well. he saunters over to you as you suddenly pick up on his presence, allowing him to pull you into an embrace as he sighs a contentful “hi beautiful”. letting his hands have a mind of their own as they roam all across your body, his face ghosting around your neck before he starts to leave little pecks within his wake. he smiles against your skin as he hears you whimper from his cold touch, his fingertips now grazing underneath your shirt- LAWD IM TOO DOWN BAD

-🫠

UGHHHH I WANT HIM SO BADDD

obsessed with the idea of him coming up behind you and wrapping his arms around your waist, kissing down your neck, making you giggle at his needy composure. when he slips his hands under your shirt you shiver, almost about to push him away from you, but he tightens his grip before you can. you can’t fight him when he’s holding you tight, you know that your strength has nothing on him, that it’s pointless. with his firm grip on the skin of your hips, he rolls them back to meet his, exposing his growing hard on to your clothed ass. you giggle at the feeling, giving him nonverbal permission to let his hands continue to roam. when he starts kneading at your tits and twisting your nipples with precise fingertips, you easily cave to his touch, legs instinctively parting for more. but there’s no rush, he’ll make you feel good when he’s ready. but for now, he has the whole night with you, ready to take it slow with deep kisses and lingering touches until you start to cry from the pleasure.