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Imagine you and Anakin Skywalker decide to play truth and dare…(+21)
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He comes for a visit, that Jedi who once helped you out with enemies who used you as a shield against these knights. He saved you and you two ended up becoming friends… even though part of you wishes for more.
But you keep things to yourself out of respect for him and his long term girlfriend, Padme Amidala. You still keep these sparks of attraction buried deep even after they broke up.
Friendship is worthier than sentimental bullshit, you decide it. But there are moments when nights are too warm and, lonely, you use your hand in between your legs thinking of him. Wishing he’d do naughty things to you. Your friends once suggested looking for casual flings to help you out but what does it matter? You simply don’t work that way.
You then get yourself dressed casually. You pick a black shirt with strap, finding no need to use your bra, and a black & red skirt plus wearing high heels because Anakin is tall.
Just as you are preparing to receive him, bell rings. And when you go opening the door, Anakin nearly falls back. He never expected to see you like this. His eyes seem to notice your curves for the first time and he likes what he sees.
“Holy Moly”, he whistles. “All this for me, Y/N?”
Your face goes instantly red at his bold remark. Though you do appreciate his hunter look over your body—which makes your aching in your feminine parts quite unbearable—, you are disconcerted for getting his attention like this. Genuinely you didn’t expect to be noticed.
“Oh stop it you”, you slap his shoulder playfully, before being involved in his strong arms… and it’s here where your nipples go hard, much to your embarrassment.
Anakin has an indecent thought concerning you too, tempted to lift your skirt and slide his hands on your ass… wondering if you are as hot as you are presenting yourself. But when remembering how good friends you are, or even if you were not, he admonishes himself for being this naughty.
Clearing his throat, he reluctantly parts the embrace, taking a look at your apartment, in complete ignorance of your state. You quickly move after wine to serve, thinking that not wearing bra was a very bad idea.
“Nice place”, he says. “I was just wondering whether you’d ever ask me for a visit since you moved.”
“How’s work going?”, you show up with glasses and hands one to him. Again your face burns lightly when his gaze lingers at your thighs. Your heart races at the silly sensation of getting his attention. “I get that saving universe must not be an easy task.”
Anakin purposely sits next to you. He smiles at the confused thoughts and how he affects you.
“You have no idea”, he chuckles before getting serious. “It’s been exhausting, truthfully. I’ve been… tossed in a whirlwind, in a hurricane, whatever you want to call it. But let us not ruin the night talking about work. Wine’s good by the way. How’s your life, Y/Nickname? Often being the listener, never the talker.”
Anakin reclines back at the couch, watching as your face is crimson pink.
“My life is hardly as interesting as yours for a start.”
“That is untrue. Come now…”
When did it become about you? You feel suddenly shy. Hardly men in general interested in what you have to say, about who you are.
But when he looks at you, Anakin isn’t seeing only the beautiful woman you are, but the sensitive, witty, kind, good hearted lady that is so passionate about what she loves doing… he cannot help but falling in love.
However, telling you how he feels… is tricky. Specially because he’s got some scars of his previous relationship.
Even so… he cannot deny the intimacy in sharing memories, the attraction there is about you two. Then it occurs him to deal with it in other ways.
“You know what”, he downs the glass. “I think we should play this game in order to get your head out of recent disappointments.”
You laugh quietly.
“Very well. What is it?”
“Truth or dare.”
“Ani…”
“What?”, he laughs. “What harm can it do?”
You take a long sip of wine. One bottle is empty and you use it to spin. The game begins.
***
“Truth or dare?”, you ask him.
Despite the glint of mischief in his eyes, Anakin surprises you by saying:
“Truth.”
“Well… is it true that you broke up with Padme because of the whole Clovis affair?”
Anakin rolls his eyes, giving you a glare.
“Really now, Y/N?”
“Yes or no, answers only”, you smirk.
“Fine.” He sighs. “Yes. Yes, this was why.”
This wipes the smirk off your face as you gently stroke his hand as you play with his fingers.
“I’m genuinely sorry, Ani.”
He runs a hand over his hair before delivering a crooked grin.
“It’s fine. Time to move on. You, now.”
“…Dare.”
“I dare you to kiss me.”
You flutter your eyelashes before gasping.
“I’m sorry, but what?”
“Come on, Y/Nickname. It’s only fair.” He gives that kind of smile he knows it melts you.
It’s when you realize you’ve been obvious about how you feel for him. Oh shit.
“Y/Nickname… It’s either that or tickling.”
You laugh quietly, hating the other option. Ignoring the heat in your face, you lean close.
“Fine, you idiot.”
Distance is shorter now as you and him sit face to face. Never before you’ve noticed how blue his eyes are, how weak your knees are when he smiles at you like that.
Fuck, fuck.
“Well?”
“Damn it, Skywalker, you know how to make me shy.”
“Then let me encourage you better.”
His fingertips rest under your chin, drawing you closer before slipping it to your hair all the whilst using another to put it behind your neck. His lips now brush against yours before you take the initiative and snake your tongue to his mouth.
You gasp when tasting his tongue dancing slowly, synced with yours, not expecting to feel so good—and it’s definitely better than you thought in your wildest dreams.
As you close your eyes, you let the moment take you. Anakin too is surprised by how good your kiss is. His mug smirk is wiped off his lips when he realizes he wants more of it.
The kiss soon deepens, igniting a spark of something new to you both. It gets heated, it gets…
“Well, there you have it”, you say, distancing yourself of him, albeit reluctantly.
Anakin is too disappointed and he poorly conceals it, but in an attempt to change this subtle awkwardness, you spin the bottle again.
“It’s on you again. Truth or dare, Anakin?”
“…Dare.”
There is a brief exchange of glances. This is getting dangerous, a deadly game you didn’t expect to play, but the temptation has been to great to ignore.
Wine takes holds of your lips and even though Anakin knows what is coming out of your tongue, he waits almost impatiently for you to say it.
“I dare you to kiss me.”
Here comes a crooked grin that makes you knees go weak. Anakin smiles warmly at your request, even more than aware of what goes inside your head.
“I thought you’d never ask.”
You offer him a timid smirk when he leans closer to you. He cups your face with his hands, now taking notice of the shades of y/c that paint your irises. His heart almost skips a beat at what he reads in them.
He hesitates only for a moment and before seeing protest rising to your eyes, the Jedi dives in your mouth and slides his tongue inside yours. The kiss perfectly syncs, just to confirm again how much you and him liked how it went before.
This time neither part wishes to break it. The game is postponed as the kiss grows fervent and all so suddenly he is going on top of you, sighing heavily when perceiving the warmth that comes from your body.
All decency is forgotten when you spread your legs and wrap them around his waist, not minding the skirt being lifted as you do. His hands are now going down to your back before grabbing your ass the way you want him to.
Spark is about to erupt, though, when he parts the kiss to look at you.
“Bloody hell”, he mutters under his breath, far from looking regretted to you.
Your face is red with his words, but you cannot break the gaze.
“Was it good?”
“Better than I thought”, he smiles at you. “I am enjoying this game.”
“So am I…”, you agree in between chuckles.
Carefully, he parts from the embrace, though the moment he looks at you doing the same and trying to pull yourself together, Anakin nearly regrets for going back to this game.
“You’re fucking hot”, he whistles.
“Anakin!”, you chuckle quietly, embarrassed for his blunt remark.
“I am not lying, Y/N”, he spins the bottle. “Damned be me for taking a while in messing with you.”
You laugh, but to say you don’t enjoy the attention is to indulge in lies. However, the ache in your legs only gets worse.
“So… truth or dare?”, Anakin asks you.
“Truth”, you tell him, pleased to spot a disappointment look in his face.
“Very well”, and only then a mischievous thought occurs him. “Is it true you masturbated thinking of me?”
Your eyes go wide at it.
“Anakin! You haven’t been reading my mind, have you?”
By how he raises his eyebrows, you know you gave far more than he would.
“Fuck”, you curse.
“It’s a “yes” or “no” answer, darling”, he laughs quietly, more than amused by the looks on your face.
“Yes”, you grumble. “But it wasn’t this good.”
“Mm, why not?”
“Not answering you that, Skywalker.”
Anakin chuckles. It’s time for you to spin the bottle. Now you ask him.
“Truth or dare?”
“Dare.”
You make a grimace, but what comes next surprises both of you, in all honesty. Growing bolder due to the wine you ingested, you smirk and say:
“I dare you to remove your clothes.”
Anakin raises his eyebrows.
“…my clothes?”
“Every piece of it.”
“I wasn’t expecting on that.”
But he does as commanded. However, when he does, Anakin makes sure your eyes are glued on him. And he wants to take notices of how your body reacts as he removes piece by piece.
When you rub your leg into another and how hard your nipples get… those are enough signs to make him further aroused. But he is patient. So he takes his time.
And when you see his length throbbing it… you fear you are about to blow.
“Very well. Your turn, missy”, says Anakin with a mug smirk on his face.
“…Dare.”
“I dare you to give me a hand job.”
Your eyes go wide at his suggestion and Anakin would have regretted it for being so bold had you not risen and taken his side at the couch. Your eyes go to his manhood, and as your chest goes heavier, he opts to interfere.
“You don’t have to do it if you feel uncomfortable.”
“It’s not about that”, you hesitate.
“Oh”, he quickly understands what’s not being said. “None ever taught you correctly, uh? Come here and I will.”
It turns out to be more arousing than you and Anakin would judge. He whispers in your ear what he wants you to do and your hand is right over his cock, following his directions. It’s when he bites down your earlobe that makes you shiver lightly.
“Are you horny?”, he asks you, already aware of how he affects you, which in turn makes him moan.
And to hear him moan so close threatens your self control. You decide not to answer him, even when it’s clearly a positive response. It feels good to watch him like that, how your delicate hands are capable of doing up and down, playing with the tip of his manhood before caressing his balls.
Then a thought… a not so strange one, in fact, occurs you.
Anakin, a man who is hardly ever surprised by others, is surprised by the moment you slide to your knees and engulf him with your eager tongue and pink lips.
“Ah! Ah! Y/N!”, he arches his back, wishing he’d decently ask you to stop, but you are such a good girl.
You like to suck him, you know you do. To taste him, to have his precum in his mouth makes you indecently horny. You take all of it, his louder moans making you drip wet in your panties. But your mind goes blank.
Specially when you taste a different kind of drink you used to swallow. And he cums so violently after fucking your face… though you don’t mind it. You feel like a whore, but what’s worst is that you like it.
“Y/N. To the bedroom, now.”
Anakin lifts you up, holding you in your arms before carrying you to bed. Only when putting you down and kissing your lips does he say:
“I want to compensate you for being such a good girl to me.”
Saying so he removes your clothes. Denuded underneath his gaze, you lie down in bed with your legs spread.
“Touch yourself thinking of me”, he asks you, already getting hard at it. “Tell me your secretive thoughts, Y/N.”
“Anakin…”, you are on your elbows, enjoying the naughty look he gives you. “I need assistance here. Come on.”
And then you beg.
“Please.”
He bends over your side, a hand caressing your waist all the whilst his lips are over your shoulders and neck. Inhaling the scent in your skin, Anakin is completely drawn to you.
“Your wish is my command, Madame”, he whispers in your ear before his curious fingertips find way to your womanhood.
He plays with your pubic hair for a while before his index finger digs into you. When feeling how soaked you are, Anakin growls low and you shiver when feeling his erection member just behind your lower back.
“You make me so naughty”, you whimper, barely believing he’s doing what you’ve always wanted him to.
“Had you told me this earlier, I would not take such a time to get to you”, he says, already short breath cut by the sounds you make. “Fuck… Let me access your thoughts and drink into that. I need it.”
Not that he is surprised when he does, but it is somewhat more colorful when you permit him to dive in your dirtiest thoughts concerning him… or even when he accesses your sentiments.
This is not lust anymore when he turns you to him, his finger still inside you.
“Damned you are, woman”, he hisses at you before crushing your moans with a fervent kiss.
And who are you to fight his urges, which equals yours?
***
As loving as he is when making love to you, you prefer him to be on top of you. When looking at his face, his messy, shortened hair with a few curls dropping over his face… It takes all of your strength not to drown in a quick climax.
He does it so well, no lover compares to him. He thrusts in slow and deep and you feel it. You like feeling him. Oh you do.
And when he leans to you, his lips pursuing yours in an old fashioned manner you are foolishly open, making all of this more emotional than you’d have originally judged.
“Anakin!”, you whimper loudly again. “I might…”
“Yes, Princess? Come to me! Come to me all right”, he commands you to, his body linked to yours indecently so.
His hands locked to yours, your eyes close as your body arches and it feels so different… almost as if you are gravitating. There is something else compelling you to a bigger wave of pleasure that makes you so sensitive to it.
It might as well as Anakin using the Force to reach the unreachable. Who cares?
He’s yours and you are his.
When you cry out his name, it’s such a confirmation.
And Anakin smiles because of it. Because you are finally the lover his wounded heart wanted… thus it is this new beginning of yours.
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Imagine being the wife of Daemon Targaryen. (+21)
***
When you look at this man, you cannot believe how fortunate you are. It isn’t only about the looks, even though to deny these don’t play a part in how attracted you still are towards him is to indulge in lies; but how protective he can be whenever you fly with him on Caraxes, whenever you accompany him at court.
Or how attentive he can be when you are sharing your day with him. Daemon Targaryen actually listens whenever your studies get your brain sharped—in truth, he is often horny whenever you and him have this moment talking about politics, philosophy, art… because he is also aroused by your looks.
When you are not well, he is the kind of husband who tends his wife. And he makes sure to leave his duties aside to be by your side. Saying nothing, but his presence says a lot.
These are your thoughts as you miss him a great deal. Daemon has been exiled again… probably for rebelling against that douchebag who attends by the name of Otto Hightower. And you had to stay behind because he assured you he’d not take long.
It’s been three days though and to sleep in a bed without the comfort of his body, the warmth of his skin against yours… is too dreadful. You are often anxious, considering pleading to the king to give his brother another chance, even if this means to take the risk of angering Daemon, for he is very prideful.
It’s when you, trying to busy yourself with sewing a new tapestry for your household, are told by one of the maids of your trust that Caraxes has been spotted.
“Oh praise the Gods!”, you exclaim, relieved. “Please ensure that all is set to receive the lord.”
And you are quickly having another lady to help you dress a better gown—perhaps the red one with details in black, his favourite colors—to welcome him properly.
The idea of how this night might end already gives you goosebumps, for it’s been a while since you and him haven’t done it—mostly because you’ve been engaged in philosophy studies and he, with wars waged against the Tetrarchy at Free Cities.
Your y/c hair is left partially loose—you tied a few locks in a short braid—, your delicate features are painted in light make up and your curves are reinforced by this beautiful long silk sleeved gown.
It does show some cleavage, the line of your neck to that of your breasts quite exposed—as you see yourself in mirror you blush at it, specially because your nipples are getting hard, eager to pop out to his mouth. But you, as a lady and his wife, know that it’s always better when you hold your desires back.
Right?
Heavens, you don’t know. Your legs shake lightly as your pussy begins to ache. You remember still how, before he went off, he reclined your back, spread your legs and slided his length, throbbing his cock into your womanhood. To recollect is to be bit by agony, for that night he smirked when hearing your screams going louder.
“Had I known how loud you could be, I’d have tried this position before”, he said then.
Another memory flashes back, when he caught you naked in bed touching yourself. You hadn’t seen him for a few days too—because he flew to see his brother— and here you were, moaning his name with your legs indecently spread and your fingers doing poorly the job he excelled.
And all so suddenly, he removed his clothes and laid back next to you, shuddering you as he helps you getting to reach your climax.
“Is it good? Thinking of me, does it make you good?”
That same day he replaced his finger with his tongue. And Gods be damned, you loved it. And you want it again. Even if he might accuse you of naughtiness.
Well, you once told him, how can one be his wife without being prompted to lust? And you swear you’d never seen this man blush before.
So here you are, holding back your fire, waiting for the reunion. You have an emerald necklace that he gifted you last Yule as well as a pair of rubies embellishing your ears.
By the time you get to the living room, Daemon, with his hair shorter, is impatient for his wife.
“Fuck, where is…?” And he is as silent as you are, as if you two are transfixed by each other’s presence.
“Daemon”, relief comes through as you run to his arms, there staying engulfed. “Three days never before felt so long.”
He smiles to himself when feeling your frame pressed against his, smelling your scent and hearing your voice—the sentiments there being expressed making his heart race.
The rogue prince presses a kiss over your forehead before cupping your face and finally kissing your lips, a reward for a painful, long waiting.
“My lady”, he smiles down at you. “Always loyal.”
“It could never be otherwise”, you stroke his cheek, eyeing him with the utmost devotion. “Three days and yet it felt like eternity to wait for your return. My prayers were my only comfort, the balsam to my aching heart.”
“A poetess”, he murmurs in awe, “with a soul that never ceases to inspire me love.”
Daemon gives a side crooked smirk when seeing his words paint a crimson shade on your cheeks, when seeing how bright your smile is. He then leans to peck your lips before whispering down to your ear.
“I’m looking forward tonight. You are gorgeous, my wife. All of this for me?”
His voice, a quiet whisper that contains a lot more than lets it show, gives you shivers. You lower your gaze before smiling rather shyly.
“Yes, lord. All of this to my husband.”
When you raise your eyes, you know you are lost. Daemon Targaryen has just pierced your soul.
***
“Finally”, he pulls you to himself, staying right behind you as he rests his chin over your shoulder, arms around your waist. “Finally a moment alone with you, Y/Nickname.”
You giggle softly.
“I’ve been looking forward to this…”
“If I remember well, you burn as bright as any dragon fire”, recollects Daemon, smirking when in reference to the first night spent together after the bedding ceremony where he deflowered you. “Especially where weak spots are concerned”, and here he whispers hotly in your ear, pleased to see a shiver running over your spine and how weak your knees are.
You hate to be so vulnerable before him, to be so easily read, but at the same time you love that he knows you so well.
You try to find balance at the nearest object nearby, which happens to be the window. As darkness grows outside, there is little of the landscape you can spot, although it hardly distracts you of your husband’s preying eyes.
As Daemon turns at you, he denudes you with only a gaze. He drinks of the view of you, pleased to find you in a struggle to hold back the long lust he—and only he—evokes in you.
His cock goes rigid in his pants as he watches your breathing going painfully slow, as your hands hold against the wall, as your body begs him to do what you both want him to do.
But Daemon wants to take his time—because when he does, oh the waiting will be worth it.
His fingertips begin to caress your features before slowly going to your neck.
“I love the colour you chose to welcome me tonight”, says the rogue prince, secretively smirking at how you notice his small details, much like he does at you.
“It pleases me to hear it so”, you tilt your head to the side, locking gazes with him. “All was done with this purpose.”
And in this moment his index finger slides to your mouth. A glint of mischief sparks behind his eyes as you open it and welcome it with your tongue in a very suggestive gesture.
“Mm.” He sighs almost inaudibly, aroused already. “You like it, don’t you? Ever since I taught you how it’s done… you’ve mastered it.”
“Like you taught me indeed, my lord”, you smirk back, eyeing him intently. Your hands are about to buckle his bell but he soon stops you.
“No”, Daemon groans as he pins you against the wall. “Wife, I play this game.”
“Better than I”, you aquiesce, willingly so.
He chuckles before leaning inches closer to you.
“Indeed”, and when his hands move from your waist to embrace you, before grabbing your hair gently, he kisses you.
His tongue gently comes after yours, pairing synchronously in perfect harmony. You dwell in the taste of sweet Dornish wine that mixes with yours, carefully minted after dinner.
And then it gets deeper. It gets passionate. You start to burn in fever, longing for his command, to be subdued to his will. Daemon knows you, even when your breathing comes out a different pace or how your hands slowly move to play with his now shorter locks.
He knows.
A devilish smirks paints his lips when sensing your impatience. He likes to take his time, though by now your rose scent drives him insane. It’s a particular rose. He knows it.
It’s as if a dragon calls another to mate.
He knows.
Daemon finally unlaces your gown. He needs to see your nude state, to devour your curves with his eyes. So he parts his lips from yours, pleased to find in your eyes that pledge he likes so well.
And you blush before his intent gaze. You promptly try to cover yourself, but the domineering man you call your husband gently parts your legs with his knee and firmly takes your hands to pin your wrists above your head.
“Daemon!”, you whimper like the wench you are.
“Yes?”, he licks his tongue around his mouth, already with a bone at the sight of you so exposed, your nipples so damn hardened. “Can’t I appreciate my wife?”
Your face goes pink with his words. You are at his mercy, you dare not to pledge liberty. But you begin to feel dropping wet in your legs. Rubbing one to the other, you try to show some control.
But Daemon knows he’s affecting you. And he likes the view. Oh, he does.
A sly smirk runs in his lips as he pulls your hair with one hand and wraps another around your neck, all the whilst parting your legs with his knee.
“Hmm. You couldn’t handle staying three long days and nights without me, could you?”, he whispers, aroused as you whimper at the pressure he makes into your womanhood.
Your mouth barely opens, forming an “o” as you flutter your eyelashes. The torture only worsens when you whimper due to the short distance he takes of you.
Because Daemon Targaryen starts touching himself at the thought of you. So ready, so undone… right under his power.
“It is most unfair to be unkindly treated in such a manner”, you protest, already salivating when remembering what it felt like to have his length throbbing in your mouth.
Daemon smirks still at you, locking eyes precisely as he releases his pressure.
“Is it?”, he then groans, pleased to be under your intent stare. “I thought you liked to watch.”
You blush once more at the reference of the day you caught him, perhaps unintentionally, on such a private moment. You were sent by the king to look after him—the prince hasn’t courted you yet, despite his openly flirting to you, so innocent back then—and you found him rather jerking at the library.
You could not look away though you froze when he opened his eyes and found you there, watching as he came undone. And to think all of what he did next…
Still gives you shivers even after these years.
“Do you like that, don’t you?”, he places his soaked index finger into your mouth, watching you with eyes dark with desire as you suck it, glinting with mischief when doing so.
You barely come to an answer as his mouth engulfs yours, colliding lips in a passionate and deep kiss. It is as if your soul is set alight, burning with something more meaningful than merely desire.
You are his and he’s yours. He knows it, he feels it too. Never before he’s been so tamed as he is now. This dragon who was known to many women down the capital, whether high or low born, are faithful to one woman now who is fortunate to be called his wife.
And you occupy such privileged position that certainly has some envious ladies grumbling on and upon—rumour has it that Rhaenyra Targaryen is one of those heartbroken ladies who never truly accepted that you are his lady.
This certainly does not cross your mind by now when his lips pursuit your skin, deliciously devouring your neck—his gritted teeth leaving bruises all the way.
“My husband, I need more”, you whimper louder, impatiently so.
He leans back to smile at you, that way you like him to—carrying a mix of bashfulness and cheekiness— before saying:
“My darling spoilt brat”, he chuckles. “What have I raised?”
A peck in your lips and the man finally lowers his kiss. At long last your lust is satisfied and he cups each nipple, devouring you like a famine man.
It feels so good to have his tongue twisting it around your pink nipple, biting it, taking his time there. You arch your back, you want to play with his hair, but he’s still holding your wrists, tightening the grip as if saying he “owns” you.
And you blissfully give in. Specially when he stops caressing your boobs and slides a hand to your feminine part.
So suddenly you moan louder. For the moment his fingers are inside you, clutched within, digging a deep path to your uterus, your chest gets heavier and it is as if you have butterflies in your stomach.
“Come to me”, he is now standing his nude body so close to yours that sweats are mixed. “Come. I want to hear you scream my name.”
One look is enough and you are crying out his name, finally released off that unbearable pressure that has been within you.
“Daemon…”
“Y/N…”
And with no waiting for further playtimes, your legs are wrapped around his waist and he finally thrusts his erect manhood within you.
Locked against the wall, you two move synchronously, breath to breath, body to body. The fire of a dragon burns all over you an it feels good to be burnt alive.
As his thrusts match with the moves of your hips, climax seems to approach. He pulls you to his lips, before gently lifting you up only to lay you down at the table and there fucking you intently.
Hardly surprises anyone awake by that hour at the castle to hear indecent sounds echoing through it. This only means how the prince is in a very good mood indeed.
***
Daemon watches you sleep peacefully in his arms. Both of you are in his quarters now, poorly covered by a silk linen sheet over your bodies. His eyes linger in your heart-shaped face, in how serene you look with your eyes shut.
He puts delicately your y/c locks behind your ear, making sure none make you uncomfortable in your sleep. The prince looks at you with a sweet, almost secretive grin in his lips.
He loves his lady. He missed her company, her laughters, her body, her wit.
The prince holds you tight against him, drifting to sleep himself. In his mind he replays the scenes of the day he discovered you and him loved each other.
Such sheepish smile only spreads when, resting a hand over your belly, he is struck with a feeling he’s having an heir anytime now…
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Congratulations for "Oppenheimer" on their 6 wins at the 96th Academy Awards 2024!!
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WELL DESERVED!!! 😍😍😍😍
ACADEMY AWARD WINNER CILLIAN MURPHY
the 96th academy awards | 2024
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POV: Obi-Wan Kenobi fucks you in secrecy…
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Moodboard: smut with Anakin Skywalker.
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Imagine Lord Vader consoles you… (+21)
(II)
***
You are having a bad day at work, Vader can tell. Due to how he favours you, notwithstanding the secrecy of your relationship, it has awaken jealousy, but to his dismay you stand all of it in silence.
You have just got home when you are surprised by his presence.
“Oh! Darth, you are here!”, you blush. “I… I…”
“I would have gladly given you a ride had you not been so stubborn”, he smiles at you. “What happened?”
“No big deal”, you grumble under your breath, trying to get your home, but Darth prevents you to.
“Just tell me”, he demands it.
You sigh, not really in the mood.
“Can we speak inside?”
Vader agrees, using the Force to slide into your house. It’s not a big one, but very comfortable. Part of him detests how such simplicity, so down to Earth, makes him remember of days where he wasn’t so stuck in angst.
But his eyes following you, studying your tired features, all comes to oblivion.
Today you are wearing black uniform, and as you remove the jacket, one simple black shirt, his eyes notice you are not wearing bra. He clears his throat.
“What happened?”, Vader asks again.
You find odd to have this Sith Lord in your house, so you try to get yourselves a proper meal. Seeing how tensed you look, he stands behind you, prompted to massage your shoulders.
“I will not ask again.”
“They just… they just fuck up”, you eventually give in and open up to him.
Vader actually listens. So atypical of him to do so when he usually doesn’t. You wonder whether he does so because he wants to fuck you, or else… but damn it’s good to be heard.
Not to be judged.
Just to put all out.
It’s good. And he helps.
“Drink some water, dove”, he says after a while. “I’ll get my revenge…”
“Don’t, Darth.” You ask him softly. “Please don’t.”
It’s the form with which your fingers are locked. It’s how your eyes meet. It’s what is said that cannot be unsaid.
“I hate how you are making me a different man”. the dark lord hisses before clashing his lips against yours.
And the moment he does, you welcome it humming. It’s a good change after days without seeing each other. Vader soon holds your hips and puts you to sit on the kitchen table.
“You are being naughty, my darling”, you whisper, as he plays with your ponytail and pushes it behind it gently, as he starts to lick your neck. You sigh heavily. “What do you think you are doing?”
“I think you deserve better consolation, a proper reward for dealing with those arselings”, he bites down your neck.
You spread your legs unconsciously.
“Babe… I should at least get myself clean.”
He then helps removing your shirt, lifting it and tossing away, doing the same with your pants.
“You are clean, I know”, he watches you with such lust that you incline your head back and whimper softly, making him chuckle. “Is my woman in need?”
You take his hand and put right where you want it to be, using it to stroke your core all the whilst you take his free hand and begin to suck his finger.
“Yes”, and he knows how you love being called that. “Yes, she is.”
“Shit”, he curses, aroused by it.
Another clash of lips comes as a result before he begins to kiss your neck, down to your breasts. There he sucks it well, twirling each under his skillful tongue all the whilst he fingers your core, playing with your clit in a manner that is driving you insane.
So loud you are. So horny you are.
And Vader never before had been this submitted to a woman.
You refuse to let him stop sucking your breast, playing with his hair as you move your hips over his finger. And when you lock your gazes, you arch your back.
“Oh… Lord! D-Darth! I….”
He smirks devilishly at you. As you begin to shake, about to come undone, his lips are going to your belly. And you get hornier at the sight of him going to his knees.
When he begins to kiss your thighs, his lips merely brushing over your skin, it’s when you come undone. But it takes no more than a few seconds before he kisses your womanhood, peppering it softly.
Sliding one finger in, one finger out, this powerful Sith Lord sucks it with his tongue.
“My dear…”, is all you can say.
And you have adjusted yourself when he finally slides his tongue inside you. It dives right into your core, his hot breath making you more wet if possible.
Your living room is soon filled with screams as you ride his face, corrupted by growing lust to this man everyone loathes but you.
You shouldn’t desire him, but to have him in between your legs, sucking your clit is more than you can take. Specially how he raises his eyes at you, and you see he enjoys it as much as you do.
You press his face into it, deeper if possible. His tongue does unspeakable moves and you don’t want him to stop.
No. You don’t want…
…him..
…to….
…stop.
“VADER!”, and you scream after whining under his touch, his hands, his tongue.
And you shake, the man feels his face getting soaked with the juices he drinks of you. Vader stands and watches as you lay down, legs still spread.
He smirks at the view, pressing soft kisses on your lips, admiring your nudity— but even more how naughty he made you.
As you stand, not only sensible in your feminine parts, your hair is a mess and your body is bathed in salt.
“How are you feeling now, sweet honey?”, says he in such a voice that makes you shiver, and you love how he holds your chin and licks your neck, getting you to moan a little more.
“You should be rewarded for all the good, my lord”, you whisper, now getting out of the table and leading all the way to the couch. You push him to it, never minding you have this powerful Sith under your command. As you straddle his lap, rubbing your womanhood against him, feeling his cock getting hard, you press your lips against his.
“Mmmm”, he groans, digging his fingers against your hips. “Aren’t you bolder, dear one?”
You break the kiss, playing with his hair and pushing it back. Vader moans, unexpected to see this side of you. You begin to help remove his clothes as all the whilst he leans forward to peck your nipples and play with them again.
“Maker!”, you whimper. “You do no good to me, Vader.”
He chuckles, aroused at the lustful gaze you cast on him, at how you dig your nails to his chest, burying it as you kiss his neck down below. Lord Vader begins to breathe in anticipation, obliging himself to hold back his anxiety.
And as you part his legs to slide in between, you lock gaze with him, slowly, painfully slowly, untying his leather pants.
“Tell me your naughtiest thoughts”, you command him, as you peck kisses in his low belly, all the whilst helping removing his pants.
Vader’s mouth is barely open, transfixed at how sensuous you look right now. A complete mess, so wet, salty, all good for him. All… bad for him too. Just for him.
And when his cock is at your sight, he barely contains a groan for you watch it with surprise and lust at the same time. Worse is that your mouth is so damn close…
You breathe erotism in the air, not minding it as you like having this powerful man prompted to beg. You get properly on your knees, but first…
“I want to hear you say them.”
“Since the first day, I’ve wanted to fuck you”, he speaks in greeted teeth. “I desired you. I lusted you. I loved to see the shirts you wore that highlighted your beautiful breasts.”
And here you press them against his cock, making him moan.
“Fuck!”, he cries out.
“Is it good?”, you side smirk as his gaze meets yours again.
“Very!”
You do the same. This time you put his cock in between your tits, doing up and down movements.
“Suck me!”, he orders you, or rather begs you.
“No”, you giggle as he looks frustrated at you. “Only when I say so. I want to make you forget about everything. I want to make you… mine.”
Vader breathes in anticipation. He could use his Force. He could force you to do what he wants. But you and him know he won’t. Because you and him need each other.
You lick your lips, hands now going on your body, deliciously enjoying his eyes following your moves. Only then you begin to stroke him.
“Well?”
“I am yours”, he subdues breathlessly. “Fuck, Y/N. What are you doing to me?”
“You awake in me a side I never knew I had”, you smile as you continue to stroke him, enjoying to feel his length throbbing under your natural moves. “It feels so good to have it in my hands. I’ve always judged you to be very possessed here and I couldn’t be more right in my assumptions.”
He groans louder at your words. You do it so well, he has no reasons to complain. Your eyes are now glued at his well build muscles, at how heavy is his breathing.
And when you look down at his manhood, feeling his precum, your curiosity takes the best of you.
Sensing it, Vader looks at you. And as you meet his gaze, you drop your mouth all to it. And his moans echo sensually loud in your living room.
For a long while, you command him. You take his balls, you take him all. At times you need guidance—and these are when he is more aroused, when he teaches you, when he slides it in your throat…
You like to suck him. He sees it. Vader feels it. And it only makes him fasten his pace, so excited he is before your devotion.
You don’t know how much time has it been… when he finally cries your name loudly, seeding your throat with a very different liquid you used to drink.
“Come here”, he mewls, pulling you to his lap. “You made me a new man, Y/N.”
In salt and orgasms, your bodies close distance. But now lust is left aside to open path to a different exposition.
One involving sentiment.
“This is your doing, sir, not mine”, you whisper before holding onto him and kissing his lips slowly.
You two stay like this until he drags you upstairs. It’s time to have a shower. And you’ll do it together.
“It is safe to say I will make you mine officially soon”, says he, leading the way.
Your heart races and you freeze as you realize his saying. Vader turns at him and suddenly you see his eyes are blue.
“What? Should it surprise you that I love you, Y/N?”
Your face reddens and as he pulls you to him, you stammer:
“I-I… I… I love you too, Vader. I just didn’t expect…”
He chuckles.
“Silly woman.”
He opens the shower and kisses you right under it. Happiness has found its true home at last.
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Imagine Lord Vader tempts you. (+21)
Warnings: unburnt Vader.
(I)
***
You have managed to become friends with the dark lord, this Sith man by whom looked as more a machine creature than human being. You’ve managed to bond with a cold, heartless former Jedi, whose path to power is bloody.
What is more: Lord Vader is infatuated by this sweet innocent, naive even, woman who manages to make him laugh with terrible jokes, whose service to the Empire is deprived of ambition—you need to pay your bills, you are a regular woman.
Unlike his former associations, you do not judge him by who he was, nor who he is now. You partially fear him, but this is more prudence than properly fear in itself.
But as time goes by, Vader begins to see you as something else. He notices the clothes you dress reinforce your curves. He never noticed a simple black shirt would make him realize you have good and firm breasts. That the jeans you wear is slightly loose in your waist… and when he spotted you on your knees, he thinks he saw you wearing that kind of undergarment that… well, he has no words to put it.
When night comes in, he is reminded that he is a man with natural desires. He thought he’d long overcome these, for since Padmé died all that was his followed her to the grave.
This night, however, all he can think of is the possibility of having you naked. Would you command him with your well shaped thighs, ride his cock? Or would you prefer to be under his ways? Would you take his cock to your mouth, swallowing all?
The idea of corrupting you, of making you cry out his name—makes him release the pressure himself. This night he jerks at the many possibilities, all of which involving you, of not being alone anymore.
A question remains, though: how will he get you to his bed? He cannot take you for granted. And regardless who he is and what kind of reputation he lives for, Vader is no disrespectful man.
But he waits.
He is patient.
***
There is a feast this evening and you are surprised to have been invited to take part of the imperial banquet since you are a common woman who doesn’t possess much to be counted as elite.
Nevertheless, you have in mind he will be there, and moved by it, you opt to dress your best clothes. Whilst your conscience admonishes you for thinking of your friend in other shades, you want to be seen as something else than the “clean lady” who is held in high esteem by the most feared man of the galaxy.
Perhaps you are being bold, but you end up dressing a simple, long gown that, however, has a way to show your thigh and reinforces your curves. It may show your collarbone, disguising not very well your nipples. You take pride of your pride when seeing your reflection.
You do well in remember of wearing the jewelry he gifted you on your birthday. And letting your y/c hair loose, you are ready to go.
Every pride dies when you see this handsome, devilish man standing tall, looking bored as if he wishes he is anywhere but there. You forget how to breathe, though, when he senses your presence.
And when his flaring gaze meets yours, a shiver runs down at your spine. Regret almost instantly seizes your conscience. Perhaps you shouldn’t dress that indencently, perhaps…
“You are looking beautiful, Y/Nickname”, he says in his risky voice, looking up and down at you with no effort in disguising his approval, which makes you uncomfortably wet in between your legs.
“My lord”, you greet him rather shyly.
“Lord?”, you spot amusement behind his flaring eyes, yellow as sun, inviting to burn. “We’ve past formalities, my dear. I was worried you wouldn’t come.”
You notice today his hair is shorter, but his curls remain the same.
“I see you are wearing the gift I gave you. Looking lovely as I judged so”, he smirks. “I feel inclined in not staying longer, but I wonder whether or not to extend you the invitation since I fear many eyes are on you now.”
“Yours are that matter most, Darth”, you speak rather bluntly, much to his amusement—and contentment.
***
Walking alone in these corridors should warn you of possible dangers, of how imprudent you are behaving. But when Vader takes your arm with his, you never felt safer.
“It has been a while since I last felt attracted to someone”, he begins after a while spent in silence. “But beyond your wit and sharp tongue there is a beautiful woman who tempts me every day and fuck, I cannot just content myself with my hand.”
“Your hand?”, you inquire awkwardly.
Vader chuckles quietly before telling you right away what he means, pleased to see you are blushing.
“Oh.”
“But if you tell me you don’t feel the same…”
You lean closer to him and Vader spots your firm breasts, how close to show out of the gown your nipples are. The man holds his breath, despite the effect in his pants.
“I feel. You know I do.”
And just like that you press your lips against his, not entirely surprising him for doing so. No innocence lasts long when spark of desire is about to leash in fire.
Vader sighs in content, patiently letting you have your way, as your hands move to his face up to his hair, tiptoeing to kiss him better. As one tongue pairs with the other, he soon locks you against the wall, his hands now all over your waist.
“So beautiful”, he leans to kiss your jawline, moving to your neck. “So fucking beautiful.”
“Oh Lord!”, you moan lightly, enjoying this new sentiment you’ve only got familiar from books. You play with his hair, wishing he’d go below with his lips.
Reading your thoughts as you know he does, Vader smirks:
“What do you want me to do?”, he asks you, showing how gentle he can be when one gets to his heart.
You like his firm grip of your thigh, how he lifts each to fit in between; how he teases you, even if you feel indecent for wishing… to know where this will lead you.
“Well?”, and here he tempts you. “Ler darkness flows in you, dear heart.”
You gasp in desire, but there is no need to say further when Vader removes your gown just by using the Force. You feel his rigid erection, wanting to feel it, but forgetting all about it when he says:
“Your nipples are so beautiful”, he draws his thumb over each, making you squirm. “You’ve thought about me doing it so, haven’t you? I will suck each, I promise you. I will fuck you slowly, you will not regret it.”
“Vader, you make me naughty!”, you find support in his shoulders, moaning insanely louder, forgetting where you are and your state.
“Then you’ll be punished”, he chuckles before slapping your bum.
And before you say anything else, his tongue is right where you want him to be: twirling around your nipples, taking a long time in each, biting it, playing with it as you moan louder and louder.
Vader doesn’t waste more time when he inserts his metallic finger in you, enjoying how soaked you are as he plays with your clit.
You throw your head back, burying your fingers in his neck and shoulders, loving to be in this state before such a man. And as he fastens his pace, you finally release all of your juices to his fingers.
“V-Vader!”, you pull him to you, lips clashing in one fervent kiss as you shake to your core.
He knows he could fuck you right there. As he takes hold of your face, watching you panting frantically, catching your breath, Vader knows you belong with him.
But he hears voices.
And despite himself, some part of him doesn’t find just to ruin you amidst these people. So he helps you dress.
“Did I do something wrong?”, you ask after adjusting yourself.
For the first time you spot his former true self rising. A shade of blue is spotted in his yellow eyes.
“We will have more time to enjoy ourselves, my dear. I fear I’m too fond of you to treat you wrongly.”
The way you smile leads him to think he shouldn’t have done it. But fuck it.
When you and him kiss, balance occurs and all is well that ends well with you two together.
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Imagine you seduce Aegon II (+21)
(II)
***
These are trying days, trying times. King Viserys is dying and any time a merry couple will be in charge to rule seven kingdoms and show all the continuity expected to link the old with the new as your predecessors did successfully—at least most of them did.
Pressure is already smashing Aegon’s shoulders. He, who was never closer to his father, is now looked upon as his heir. Anytime now the pressure is felt.
You know this is where your influence must be felt. Working in the shadows is usually the best politics, you’ve seen others doing—your mother, notwithstanding her eccentric manners, still does successfully so—, so you are confident in this tactic.
“You haven’t been yourself lately”, you try to make him open up with you, aware how he likes to keep his issues drowned. “This is not your burden to carry alone.”
“Easier for you to say. You are not the next king”, he snaps back, impatiently so.
“I know”, you agree, patient. “I am not here to state otherwise. I just mean to help you, husband.”
It’s late night and he’s been drinking again. You try to distract of these demons, aware where they might take your beloved.
Aegon in turn sees your effort and quickly leaves aside ale. He comes after you, taking your embrace. It’s when he breaks down.
“It will be all right. Weep all there is left to weep”, you stroke his hair. “Tomorrow we might not have this chance.”
That night, another intimacy strengthens the bond you and Aegon have. When you finally wipe away his tears, it’s time to fight away his fears.
“I wonder whether wouldn’t be wiser to have Rhaenyra as queen instead”, he murmurs. “Or even Aemond.”
“Rhaenyra abandoned her claim to be lawfully married to Ser Harwin Strong”, you remind him. “She’s happily living at Harrenhal. As for Aemond… Perhaps his rule would be stricter than what is appropriated of a ruler. No, my darling. You are born to it. I believe in you.”
Aegon looks up at you, eyes showing a fragility you’ve rarely seen.
“How can you be at my side in my worst?”
“Because I love you. And I love your demons too. What kind of wife would I be if I left you to your own?”
Again he sobs.
“I am unworthy of such a woman.”
“No. You are worthy of every bits of heaven I can provide you.”
That being said, you share a kiss.
***
A week after the coronation.
Aegon smiles warmly as you are seen entertaining lords and ladies of all houses at the court. You are almost a Targaryen with your paled skin and long golden locks. Your eyes mirror the emerald you like to exhibit in your skin, but it’s the silk that falls smoothly down your curves that has every eye on you.
In truth you chose purposely that red gown with details in green and gold, matching a mix of colors of your house and your husband’s. As a queen, you want to be the one where fashion makes you looked upon—at least now that the reign of your beloved is rising and preparing to break with certain aspects of his predecessors that many had looked down.
But you want to have Aegon’s eyes all on you. That he knows that no woman equals your beauty and power of seduction. So this gown shows cleavage and the lioness of Casterly Rock charms all with this beautifully sewed gown, that makes men’s jawline drop and earns the admiration of the women who want to be like her.
“She likes the attention”, Aemond muses at Aegon, entertained at how you are the extreme opposite of the more discreet Queen Alicent, far more marked by her piety.
“She is the sun. Let her shine”, says Aegon proudly, his eyes glued on you, noticing how well your breasts look in the gown. But suddenly noticing he doesn’t like when men start to notice, he stands and moves right where you are.
“My king”, you curtsy elegantly, and Aegon’s eyes move down to your collarbone.
He swallows.
“My queen”, he takes your hand and there presses a kiss on it. “You are very radiant this evening.”
You blush, pleased to hear so. Aegon smirks, enjoying to know he affects you. Thus he leans to your ear and says:
“Wait for me tonight, with this dress on.”
“Your wish is my command, my lord”, you giggle quietly, locking complicity gazes with the man you love.
***
You wait for him like he requires. You are there, hair drop lose in cascade of gold locks behind your back, adjusting the line of your gown so your boobs are reinforced and nearly drop out.
The door is knocked and you ask a maid to check if it’s her husband. Once she confirms his presence, she is dismissed and Aegon comes to his wife.
When you turn at once, Aegon gasps out of desire. His eyes scan you, drinking of your view and you love it, you love to feel so desired, making your body warm and your feminine part wet.
“Goodness me”, he groans. “It took us so long. You are fucking gorgeous.”
He cups your face, kissing your lips passionately for a few moments, savouring the taste of your tongue on his, before slipping his hands to your neck and to your chest.
“Mmm”, he takes his time caressing your breasts, pleased to get some moaning out of you. “I see what you did here. Fuck, you looked like a goddess in this gown. You should have wore it only for me.”
You throw your head back, finding balance somewhere at the walls as he plays with you before getting his fingers unlacing your gown.
“I wanted to look beautiful for my husband”, you purr at the moment his cold fingertips find your warm back.
“You are my sun, and mine alone”, the king whispers in a possessive tone that makes you dripping wet in your legs.
“Would you care to elaborate?”, you feign innocence as his hands caress so slowly over your skin, wishing he’d go to where you want him to be… but very aware he’s taking his time.
Your hands are now playing with his short silver hair and your smile is running shy when seeing a glint of joy spark behind his lilac eyes. He is happy at last and so are you. It’s just you and him.
“I do like seeing you shining”, says Aegon, peppering your face with kisses, before doing the same to your neck, interrupting only to remove delicately the heavy gown you dress. “It makes a man like me gravitate to you, to worship you the way you deserve. But I hate that others might feel the same.”
“I am yours and yours alone to command”, you hiss lightly when his fingers start to remove your gown, finally exposing your breasts, which he promptly hold. “This I swear with my life. I love you.”
“As I am yours and you are mine, so do I. I love you”, he moans lightly when kissing your lips, muffling your sounds as his thumbs begin to dance around your nipples, hardening under his touch.
“Fuck, let me see this”, he feels rigid in his pants when seeing the gown slipping off your body, and how sensuous you look when leaning to short the distance between you two.
“Do you like what you see?”, you kiss his neck, now your hands running up and down his back, helping remove his shirt. “Do you?”
“Yes”, he groans loudly. “I want to taste your hardened nipples under my tongue and suck it until you squirm.”
You moan almost unconsciously at his words.
“Goodness me, Aegon.”
“What?”, he’s locking you against the wall, but your hands are faster in gripping his erect manhood and pump it right to your hand, earning him a low groan. “Y-Y/Nickname…”
Temptation has never felt so good. Though it makes you feel dirty as sin, how you get him moaning your name, the nickname he affectionately calls you… drives you crazy.
It only gets better when you slide to your knees.
“Y/N…”, he gasps, aching for you like never before. “What do you think you…?”
He barely manages to complete the sentence when curiosity gets the best of you and your mouth engulfs his manhood. And here you are, indecently so, as you become his favourite little wench.
“Ah yes!”, he throws his head back, hands moving straight to your hair, messing it as he takes a grip all of it, pulling it gently behind as you and him lock gazes. “That’s my queen! Yes, so good, so good! Never before had any lover so good like you…”
Aegon arches his back, flinching under your skillful tongue. And then… a few more minutes until you drink all of that he gives you.
***
To feel him throbbing inside you as you ride him is a bliss you are never tired in experimenting. You throw your head back, locking him tight with your thighs. Aegon groans too, mesmerized by watching how you’ve been turned to a skillful amazon.
He grips tight your hips, watching your breasts bouncing before impatiently rising and dropping his mouth of your nipples. A shiver runs his skin as your cries get louder, as you beg him never to stop, as his hands do wonderfulness in you.
It gets better when he turns you around, making you under his command and his thrusts get rougher, never stopping until you reach multiple orgasms just by his cock and hands.
Only then he sets his seeds down to your uterus, a feeling you love.
“Gods be good!”, you refuse to let him out of you, which makes Aegon quietly chuckle. “Stay, honey. Stay.”
Looking up at you with pure devotion, Aegon smiles at you, completely infatuated.
“I will never leave you, wife. Never.”
And that being said, he pursuits your lips in the sweetest kiss you’ve ever savored…
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Imagine Aegon II corrupts you (+21).
(I)
***
Aegon has always set his pair of lilac eyes on you. But curiously enough, he always judged you—a Lannister, only daughter of Ser Tytus of Casterly Rock—as an innocent being who must be protected at all costs.
Having been raised together, this attraction has always been repressed on his part. But this is also the reason why, when his hormones began to take rein of his reason, he sought pleasures somewhere else.
Nevertheless, you and him remain the closest of friends. Aegon watches as you blossom into a handsome woman. Your gold locks fall into your heart-shape heart, helping transmit goodness through the pair of emerald eyes that unfairly associate you to an angel, whose heart is so distant of his reach.
He doesn’t know, though, that you share his fondness. You think your childhood playmate has grown into a handsome man, always drowning in those lilac eyes. However, unlike him, carnal needs have not yet met those of your heart.
Curiously enough, you are the only one who tames his bad temper, the only one who comforts his and doesn’t judge his lustful manner. But you too are the only one whose advices he follows.
Today, there’s a feast thrown to celebrate the name day of Queen Alicent, so it is only fair that you and him are found together.
“Me, dance?”, Aegon laughs dismissively. “Hardly, dear Y/N.”
He regrets his words the moment he sees your face fall.
“…but I could try”, says the prince. “Why not, right?”
As he notices other pair of male eyes admiring you, Aegon doesn’t want competition for his side.
“Adversaries are hardly the best remedy for one’s ego”, muses Aemond sarcastically.
Aegon rolls his eyes at his brother.
“Would you conveniently please keep your unwelcoming thoughts to yourself?! Thank you, Aemond.”
The one-eyed still chuckles, overall because you, like Helaena, barely notice what’s going on.
To a general surprise, though, here he is. Dancing with you.
“Alas, Y/N! The things I do for you!”
You two share a chuckle. You cast him a fond glance.
“Why, Egg”, you are also enjoy the privilege of nicknaming him. “Do not be dramatic. Dancing is good for our nerves.”
“This is just an excuse to drag me to dancing”, the prince laughs quietly, pleased to see he’s able to make you smile. His heart races at the sight.
“I could have not chosen a better partner”, you hold his gaze and something about how you and him dance together makes your own heart skip a beat.
It is as if there is just you and him in the room.
“Few would say so about me”, as if to test you, Aegon referees to his bad reputation already known in King’s Landing for his womanizing.
“Fewer are those who know you for who you really are”, you whisper, aware of his damaged pride.
The moment your fingers touch is when you see fear stealing him away from you and sadness in your eyes in turn when Aegon realizes you’ve misjudged him, taking him as not feeling the way you feel for him.
He hates when the spell is broken and someone else asks you for dancing. Aegon hates more when you cast him a hurtful glance and like a lioness, you take the stranger’s invitation.
***
You are spotted following Helaena into the gardens. Aegon waits for the moment to steal you away from them. As you move to your secretive spot, little surprise should there be to find him waiting for you.
“Egg!”
“Y/Nickname.”
“What are you doing here?”
He notices today you are wearing a pink silk gown with details in green. Aemond also notices how more cleavage you show, and he struggles to keep himself composed when seeing how your breasts seem to almost jump out of it.
You blush at his sight. To deny it brings you no effect is to indulge in lies. But you repress it. Specially because you don’t want to be another one to his bed parties.
“I missed you”, he says, after clearing his throat. “You seem to have been avoiding me.”
You sigh. Seeing that he is not letting go so easily, you swallow your pride and tell the truth:
“I’ve heard you took another lady to your bed. She apparently is better than me because you and I haven’t spent so much of time like we used.”
Aegon has the decency to blush.
“I should explain myself”, he offers you his arm and lead the way into the woods, where there’s a lake nearby.
“I’m all ears”, you say, patiently.
“I…”
In truth, how can a rogue like himself explain to a sweet being like yourself that he cannot deal well with the sentiments he has for you? That he cannot corrupt you, but instead fucks other ladies who assemble you?
“I feel terrible”, it’s all he can say for now.
As you sit before the lake, you turn at Aegon and say:
“You know where this whoring needs come from. I mean… It is the way of men, but in truth I believe there is good in you.”
Aegon blushes. Looking away, he tries to prevent you to see his damaged pride, but you have spotted many times to run away now. Gently you make him look at you.
“Don’t hide away from me, Egg. I’ve seen your worst and your best. I won’t let go of you.”
“And when you marry…”
“Oh shush, there is no need to speak of it now.”
You two chuckle. Aegon then rests his forehead against yours, holding you close. You let him be, enjoying his smell, his presence.
“I love you, my dear Y/N, but my flesh is weak.”
“My sweet, love doesn’t change a man’s nature”, and when your gazes meet, he knows you take him as who he really is.
It is when it begins. His lips meet yours under sunlight. Perhaps not all is lost and you content yourself with whatever’s to come.
***
Aegon finds you at the library right before dinner. His eyes scan your features, lovely as ever—a beautiful sight to behold, to dwell with his heart. But he wants more.
He shouldn’t, his conscience admonishes it. But he decides to leave his whores aside to look for you.
Taking a seat next to you, he puts his hands around your eyes. The prince smirks.
“Guess who?”
You giggle.
“I don’t know. Darron?”
Aegon rolls his eyes. Kissing your cheek, he whispers:
“It’s me, silly.”
You turn your head at him, greeting your prince with a kiss on his lips.
“Where have you been, Egg?”
“Not whoring, I assure you”, he swears it, making you laugh quietly.
Now he puts you on his lap, Aegon rests his chin on your chin and says:
“You are so beautiful, my lady. Always possesses such a daydream look to inspire good sentiments in me”, saying so he kisses your jawline and moves to your neck.
You adjust quietly on his lap, the first sign of how he affects you. Part of you knows you should stay away, but another makes you stay.
“Words you surely tell every woman that crosses your path”, you tease him, enjoying how possessively he holds your waist.
As his tongue slowly draws circles right under your jawline, you shiver lightly. You notice his right hand is well under the swell of your right boob.
“No. To others I barely speak at all”, Aegon now opens his eyes, studying your features as he keeps sucking and biting your neck, down to your shoulder.
A side smirk twists in the corner of his lips when seeing your wide-eyed gaze, your bottom lip trembling and how short breath you are, clearly surprised for experimenting sentiments no one but him makes you feel. This perception gives him a bone.
And you feel it. But… strange as it may be, you like to feel his hard cock. However you don’t say a word about it.
“Ha”, you chuckle nervously, as you feel his thumb vaguely rising to your boob and over the silk starting to round your nipple. “Would you honestly expect me to believe in you?”
“You’ve known me for years, sweet heart”, he uses that intimate nickname he calls you when you two are alone. Aegon smiles as you blush, and his heart races.
You bite down your bottom lip as his tongue moves to the line of your neck and shoulder, there staying. Your breath is shorter still, and you discover how you like it—the taste of his tongue in your skin is so good. Little wonder why women succumb easily to him, a thought occurs him.
Aegon sees defiance in your eyes, struggling to keep your self control. It’s when he moves his thumb to another breast all the whilst his hand goes down to your skirts.
“Egg… We should best not…”, but your protest dies when he stops doing what he was doing.
Aegon is amused at how frustrated you look. He waits. You want more, you know it now. Your womanhood is aching, but you have no idea how to deal with it.
“I’m sorry if I offended you, sweet heart”, carefully he helps you stand, and you hate how silly you look. “Your beauty has always captivated me…”
And it doesn’t help you how he leans closely to your ear and whispers:
“The first time I touched myself, it was because of you. Your golden locks, your red lips… I’ve always wondered what was like to kiss you, to have your body so close against mine”, he smirks when seeing how a shiver runs over you.
“Y-You did?”, it’s all you can say.
“Yes. It was dark night, we have danced. You were beautiful in your red gown, dressing the colors of your house”, Aegon feels another bone because he remembers well this night when he realized friendship never sufficed his heart. “I laid down at night thinking of you. An ache burnt me, it was unbearable. It was hot that night, so I slept naked.”
“Really?”, you try not to surrender, you wish he stopped talking about it, but you enjoy it. Aegon knows you do, so he strokes your hair before resting his hand on your bum.
“Yes.”
“What did you do?”, you ask out of curiosity, a sinful curiosity.
Aegon bites your earlobe, pleased to hear you squirm at last.
“I touched me in many ways. Stroking my manhood, very erect at the thought of you, my lady. I pumped it up and down, in different moves until…”
“Until?”
“Until a white liquid came out to my hand and I cried out your name”, and he moans your name in your ear.
Aegon watches as pink paints your cheeks, as your mouth is barely open, perceiving your short breath as your chest goes up and down. When you turn your gaze at him, a fang of guilt scratches his conscience. Your innocence is slowly being eclipsed by a new curiosity.
But to his dismay, you recompose.
“These are things you shouldn’t tell me, Egg”, despite the disapproval in your words, your eyes lit with something else.
“I lament it for bringing them up”, he is now genuinely embarrassed.
You are confused at how these things are going. But before either of you deal with such sensual tension, you are interrupted by Aemond.
“Oh there you are”, says he not surprised by all means to find you two together. “Dinner is ready.”
***
The next day you are dressing a blue silk that purposely shows some skin. You realize you want his eyes on you, after dreaming to be his mistress. You should not give in to the pleasures of flesh, but it’s your sweet Egg. He never mistreated you, he was always so kind, so… good.
Aegon watches as you come with his sister, his eyes lingering on you. He is pleased to find you dresssing a jewel he gifted you on your last name day.
Excusing of his family presence, he greets you warmly.
“Looking dashingly beautiful, my lady.”
“Many thanks, my prince”, you curtsy, pleased to have his eyes on your chest again.
“Are you free for a ride today?”, Aegon asks you, not minding how openly he’s courting you, right before his family.
You blush when noticing how Queen Alicent raises her eyebrows at it. You feel as if you should refuse—you would be aiming too high, but when looking at how open is he, you cannot refuse your childhood sweetheart.
“Yes, lord. I am.”
Aegon beams and it’s a beautiful sight to behold.
“Fantastic”.
***
After riding a while, he helps you dismount. Now taking a seat on the grass, as you and him make a somewhat sort of picnic, he puts you to sit on his lap again. This time, you purposely rub on his lap—a sign that makes Aegon groan low, but also indicating where he should follow.
Resting his chin over your shoulder, he rests his hands over your waist.
“I love you, Y/Nickname. I mean it”, says he. “You are too good for me, it’s true. But I love you.”
He smiles as you blush. Aegon sighs passionately before kissing your lips, not waiting for your response. As his tongue dances with yours, he strokes your hair whilst the other slips from his chin to your chest.
You kiss him deeper, sighing as his hand moves over your breasts; his thumb drawing circles over your nipples. This time he gets some reaction if you, which makes him smirk.
As his hand grows bolder, he parts the kiss, eager to watch you as he lifts the skirts of your gown.
“Egg…”, you warn him, but not stopping him.
“Just tell me and I’ll quit”, he whispers as he slides his hand higher in your thighs, surprised that you part them willingly. “One word and I’ll stop.”
You lock gazes with him, no more hearing your conscience. And the moment he slides one finger in your core, your eyes go wide and you arch your back.
“Egg!”, you exclaim. “What… What is this?!”
He has yet to remember that this is all too new for you. Patiently he bites your earlobe, pleased to see you whimper.
“What are you feeling?”
You blush and look away. For a moment Aegon stops, which fuels your frustration.
“Don’t!”, you admonish him, which makes him chuckle. “I just feel… I… I do not wish to embarrass you. I am a damsel and…”
“I’ll look after you, sweet heart”, he holds your face with his free hand before resuming his fingering in you. “I promise this. I’ll make you my wife if necessary.”
You moan loud now, a beautiful sound of discovery that makes Aegon horny.
“Don’t make promises you cannot keep”,you groan, as he slowly inserts his now two fingers.
It was never about lusting only. Aegon knows it now, that he wants to be your only man… and he wants you to be his only woman.
To watch your discoveries arouses him to an unbearable move. But if once intercourse was often about his flesh needs, he wants this to be you. For you, the only one who was ever able to read his deep and darkest secrets… You, who never left in his worse.
“Yes”, he whispers hotly in your ear. “Yes, my dearest. Do not fight it. Do not fight this urge of feeling so free. Roar, my lioness. I want to make you roar.”
You crave him. You clash your lips against his, hands on his thighs as you search for support, for balance as you experiment this new bliss. It makes your belly fly like butterflies, and your legs go inexplicable heavy. Your clit is under his skillful fingers, making you want more.
“Oh, Aegon! Aegon! Egg…”
Your eyes are barely close when you cry out, and Aegon could almost follow you in this climax too. He smiles though as you look breathlessly at him.
“I have so many indecent thoughts right now”, he chuckles and you realize you want this same naughtiness.
You want to misbehave. You want him.
“I want to see it”, you blurt it out, slipping off his lap, ignoring this new ache that hasn’t ceased after reaching what so far you’ve only read in books—and heard some of the maids that were once in his bed.
Aegon forgets what he said when your innocent tongue speaks it.
“What?”, he gives you a quizzical look. “What are you saying, my dove?”
He strokes your face, and you love how gentle he is to you.
“I’m saying I want to see your manhood. I’ve never seen one before”, and here’s when you smirk with a new glint of mischief never before sparked in your gaze. “If we are getting together lawfully, Egg, I want to be familiar with you. In every possible way.”
Aegon barely blinks, partially perplexed by what you ask of him. He hesitates, though.
“You are too pure for this, Y/Nickname.”
You lean to kiss his lips, and his long sigh makes him forget what he just said. As you two part the kiss, you don’t mind letting your hands do the work— although a little nervous, since you’ve never done before.
“I understand you want it, calm down, sweet”, Aegon chuckles at your disposition.
The prince then unlaces his pants and lets it free. Erect, fully. His eyes are on you, side smirking as you blush before the view.
Aegon lies down back in the grass, getting aroused at your curiosity, and he remembers the countless nights he spent thinking of this moment.
You, on your turn, are amazed by his length—very proper, you judge, but wondering if won’t hurt you— and then your hand finally wraps around it. It gives you shivers, to feel him in such a state.
“Ah!”
You cast him a look. Your prince, prideful and arrogant, humbled before your hand. You smirk, experimenting this again and again, having him to thank for. You move up and down, as delicate as possible.
“Gods!”, his eyes are closed and his mouth barely comes any other sound.
You like this. Oh yes, you do. You look down at it again, curiosity moving you by instinct. His moan gets louder when your thumb twirls around its tip.
“Right there!”
Oh and you get yourself wet again.
“Teach me, love”, you ask him innocently.
Aegon looks at you with such desire that you damn wish he could deflower you right now. He leans back, spreading his legs and whispering in your ear.
“My sunflower”, his husky voice gives you goosebumps, which makes you giggle softly. “Just do that thing you were doing before.”
And he takes your hand, showing the proper pace. It’s so good to see you enjoying it, and he knows he shouldn’t test these limits, but damn it…
“I want to see you naked”, he whispers in your ear. “And do very bad things to you.”
Aegon smiles when watching your face going pink. You try to concentrate in pleasing him, but his words sent electrical waves to your skin.
“What bad things?”, you ask, your voice shaking with expectations.
Aegon moans loud, forgetting what to say for a moment. In the meantime you remember you heard a lady saying how she used her mouth in her husband’s cock, sucking it with her tongue up and down, caressing his balls all the whilst.
You are wondering how you can do that when he resumes his dirty speech.
“I want to see you begging me for more. To insert two, three fingers up to your uterus and make you scream. To take your breasts and leave marks in your nipples—and want to pinch them, to suck each.”
“Egg…”, you cast him a glance.
“What? You asked”, he plays coy. “Wouldn’t you like me to suck your breasts? To experiment this whilst I fuck you with my finger?”
You shut him with a kiss, increasing in such a manner the pace that Aegon drops back to grass. And now you kiss his neck, making him taste his poison.
“I think I’m about to come undone”, he groans as you find his weak spots… “Heavens, you are so natural in this, Y/Nickname!”
And he is genuinely surprised when you continue to kiss down to his belly.
“Y/N…”, you like how your name comes out of his lips. “You really don’t…”
When you gently stroke his balls, holding each with your hand, he gasps.
“…have to…”
And of course you put your curiosity to table. You engulf his erect cock.
“FUCK!”, Aegon arches his back, burning in wide fire. “Y/N! Y/N! Aaaaaaaah!”
You know it’s wrong. To feel his manhood throbbing like that in your small mouth; to gladly suck his pre-cum. You shouldn’t enjoy this, to make him cry out your name in such an indecent manner. You shouldn’t want to please him. You shouldn’t.
But here you are.
Corrupted by his will, you want more. And you don’t stop even when warm liquid comes through you. Aegon watches how he’s to blame for making you liking it. And jealously grows in his chest at the mere idea of you doing it to others. No other but he alone will enjoy your skills.
“My sweet heart”, and he pulls you desperate to his lips, not minding the taste of himself in your mouth.
Cuddling against you under sunlight, two hearts beat as one.
***
You and Aegon agree that these games must stop for the moment. He makes sure you are going to be his wife and thus announces it before court his decision.
“I thought you’d marry Helaena”, says Viserys, astonished by his son’s decision. Alicent and Otto join him in his surprise.
But Aegon is firm. Especially because it is known how Helaena and Aemond have been smitten with each other. And you don’t tell either the day you saw Aemond on his knees, giving a pleasure to his dear sister that you wish Aegon could provide you. But you keep it to yourself, of course.
“The Lannisters are good allies”, Viserys, per usual, ignores the protests of his wife. “Welcome to our family, lady Y/N.”
Every face in the room turns at you, and you shake under the table as your new family greets you. As you stand, you ignore the quizzical looks that comes from some courtiers as well as the shock stamped in other relatives—when everyone knows Aegon’s infamous nature.
“I appreciate your welcoming, Your Grace. My Queen”, you respectfully turn at a perplexed Alicent, “I shall not disappoint you.”
Alicent’s reluctance melts away and she comes to embrace you.
“My dear child, as surprised as I was in seeing my son’s firm decision to have you as his future wife, I want you to know that I expected you to find better matches. It does look, though, that he found genuinely love in you.”
You know where you are getting into and this isn’t about marrying into the Targaryen family. It’s a love match, as time will show.
“Thank you, my Queen. You will find in me a devouted daughter”, you assure her, earning a warm embrace.
It’s all well, apparently, and never before you saw Aegon so happy before his family.
***
“Let me escort you in your bedchambers”, Aegon smirks as he slides his arm in your waist.
You cast him a glance.
“I thought we agreed not doing so until our marriage day.”
“We did, but damn it… It’s hard to wait when you look so beautiful”, he nuzzles his nose against yours, pecking your lips.
As much as you want him to do many naughty things to you, you say:
“You have to wait. I promise you will not regret, my prince.”
Aegon sighs. You know this night he might look somewhere else to slide his cock in, but his heart is yours to possess.
Even he knows it well.
So the future king sighs.
***
The day of marriage eventually comes. Your silk gown has long sleeves, but shows some cleavage, reinforcing your curves and your firm breasts. It is in the colors of your house, red and gold, with a lion sewed on the low neckline of the gown.
Your long golden locks are tied in a fashion braid. Your lips are painted red and your face is beautifully covered in light make up, providing the innocence there is still in you.
You wear golden emeralds, a gift from your mother and your father, in your ears, neck and fingers.
“My daughter is going to be a queen! A lioness, queen of Westeros!”, says Lady Lannister, thrilled to see that your raising at the court has provided more fruits than she and her husband expected.
You have never been very ambitious, but, being the prettiest of your siblings, to your parents it could have not been otherwise. Higher you got, higher than anyone would have expected. Suddenly, this is all too disconcerting and as you see your reflection on the mirror, you wonder whether this is not too much.
“Mother, please. The king is very alive”, you retort.
“Even so!”
And here she says what is expected of you—as wife and future queen—, but you say nothing. This was meant to be something discreet, you remember thinking, disassociating from your conscience as she and then other relatives of Casterly Rock speak.
But it’s too late to run. And you know this is more than politics. You are there for Aegon and Aegon alone. He’s yours, no matter if your cousin disdained at “marrying a rogue prince who’s a famed client in the brothels of the capital”.
You stand for these envious remarks, and praise the Gods when your father shows up, silencing unnecessary comments.
“Our daughter is very fortunate”, says Lord Tyrus, serious. “Thankfully she is unmatched in her beauty and wit. She is our pride, she is what no other Lannister has achieved. Therefore… Daughter, your place by Prince Aegon’s side is right.”
You take your father’s hands and kisses each in a sign of filial obedience.
“Thank you, my father. I shall not forsake my duties.”
“I know you will not.” And here he presses a kiss on your forehead. “Come now, you are awaited.”
***
Aegon watches in awe as you show up. Slowly he smiles when every eye turns at this beautiful woman who will soon ascend as Queen of Westeros, one of the few consorts who is not Targaryen by birth.
To this ceremony, all of Viserys family is reunited. His brother and lady Laena Velaryon with their offspring. Rhaenyra and Harwin Strong, with their children, who are closely linked to their “uncles”, though more looking like great friends.
The Queen, herself emotional with the occasion where she witnesses the growing of her eldest son, is close to Rhaenyra, by her side Helaena, recently married to Aemond.
Lord Tytus greets the king and then the queen before doing the same to Prince Aegon. There, he gives his daughter to him.
“You look beautiful”, he whispers in your ear.
You blush pleasantly under his gaze. You’ve missed his lustful gazes, but there must be patience until all of this ends and you are left to your privacy.
“Just like you are, my dear”, you whisper back.
Aegon smiles quietly, suddenly looking shy. Your hands interlock and this is the moment he feels brave. For letting his past self behind, for embracing a new future ahead with you by his side.
***
“You look so gorgeous in this gown”, Aegon sits at the edge of the bed, pulling you to him. His mouth is now on your chest, eagerly moving to your breasts as his hands unlace it impatiently. “So fucking perfect.”
“Does it make worth the waiting?”, you hum out, hands playing with his hair, watching as he parts of the embrace and tosses away his shirt. He stands, helping remove your gown before unlacing his pants.
You bite down your lips as he exposes his erect member, keeping in mind the day you take it to his mouth. The memory makes you rub your leg against the other, but Aegon, seductively, soon parts it and lifts your line gown, seeing you naked at last.
“Fuck”, he groans, sitting back again as he watches you in such a state. Without waiting further, his eager lips move to your right nipple as his other hand moves up your back.
You cry out, a little caught of surprise to his eagerness. It feels so good when his tongue twirls around your nipple, doing all that he promised to do.
“Egg! Egg!”, you cry out.
“Is it good?”, Aegon inquires, bringing you to bed with him.
You slide to his lap, enjoying to feel the tip of his erect cock rubbing against your entrance.
“Yes”, you scratch your nails on his skin, pulling his hair a little as you throw your head back. As you rub your womanhood against him, Aegon knows what you need.
He rolls you over and as he locks gaze with you, he says:
“I fucking love your breasts”, and smirking devilishly to you, he moves to your boob, there sucking your nipple until you get completely soaked inside you… which he feels when his fingers find way to play with your clit. “So wet for me! Hmmm. My wife, what have I done to you?”
It arouses him further when you surprise him by saying:
“Fuck me, husband. Fuck me like you promised! But I want you to do something first… as much as I love when you suck my nipples like that.”
He smirks, licking one last time your pink nipple, pleased to see you enjoying it as much as he does.
“Ask away, my queen.”
“Kiss me there.” You rub against his fingers as he had stopped doing so to pay attention at his request.
“Your command will be attended”, he smirks.
It’s better than you’d have imagined. A lot better than your wildest dreams. Aegon dives in between your legs, not wasting time in sucking your clit and there diving your tongue breathlessly so. Digging his hands in your bum, he struggles not to leave it to touch himself for when you ride his face, it’s more than he can take.
But it feels good, warming, welcoming. Your cries get louder, and he doesn’t stop until he drinks every juice that comes when you reach your climax.
“Fuck me”, you beg.
And you watch with burning fire in your eyes as Aegon crawls over your body and you watch as he slowly slide his large manhood within you, making you both gasp.
“I will fuck you”, he whispers, inches close to your lips, “every day and every night, until you ask me to stop.”
That night when he moves in you, and you with him, something has changed. You are no longer the innocent limb. Aegon has corrupted you, but he’s redeemed before you.
And he no longer looked for any other woman throughout his life….
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Imagine you comfort Anakin Skywalker after a bad day at work. (+21)
III
***
You are humming as you prepare dinner for your betrothed—Anakin has proposed you at last a few weeks ago, in spite of the secrecy of these circumstances. You do not care for it as long as he doesn’t care either. Which he doesn’t. So all is well.
You continue with your life, living in the upper east side of Coruscant, but you cannot believe how you captured his heart. When thinking of all the way back to now, yours still beating faster.
But this isn’t about just dinner, no. You are having your y/c hair long and loose just the way he likes it. You miss his body, his presence, for it’s been weeks since you last saw him.
It’s when the door opens and here he is. You leave your cooking aside to greet him warmly, but something about his face startles you.
“My darling!”, you cup his face and kiss him, but seeing his low spirit is not welcoming you like usually, it breaks your heart. “What is this? What happened?”
Anakin hopes to keep you out of his troubles, but he cannot refuse the light you cast him. You lead him to dinner table, tending him all the way, and getting him to tell you what’s been up to—and you see resentment in his eyes, anger rising in his chest as he speaks ill of the Jedis.
To his surprise, however, you actually listen. You don’t judge him, you don’t give safe advices in the manner of Obi-Wan. All you do is genuinely listen.
Anakin sips his wine after finishing dinner and then he smiles for the first time in the day.
“Dinner was fantastic, love. Thank you for listening, though.”
“Are you feeling better?”, you ask him sweetly.
“Yeah. I just need a shower now.” He moves to stand behind you, kissing your neck gently and then your forehead. “I appreciate all you’ve done to me, my princess. Truthfully do. I love you.”
“And I, you.”, you smile at him.
But you wait for the right timing to get him proper relaxed.
***
The moment he leaves his shower is when you come at him. Anakin notices just by the glint in your eyes that you are up to something.
“Y/Nickname…”, he chuckles lightly. “What do you think you are doing?”
You take his face with your hands, leaning to kiss his lips gently.
“Allow me to make you relax, will you?”, and saying so you step back so he can see you showing the lingerie you are wearing.
Black. To match his recent taste for the color.
Anakin whistles, the view of your curves already arousing him.
“Good grief. Is this new?”, he smirks, pulling you closer to him, and you let his hands roam all over your body, particularly resting in your ass.
“It is”, you smile at him. “How do you like it?”
A light slap tells you it all.
“A lot”, says he in your ear, gently biting your earlobe. “Looks like you have a surprise for me, lass.”
“Yes. Let me show you will you?” And without waiting for any response, you remove his towel, making him seat in the edge of your bed.
You like how lustful his gaze now is as you dance for him, slowly removing piece by piece of your lingerie, letting down your hair the way he likes it.
More so how erect he becomes as a result, groaning in an evident struggle of self control. You short distance, now, mumbling unspeakable things in his ear, making him close his eyes as your hands start to explore his weak spots.
You enjoy the control he gives you. It’s all about you rewarding him for the pleasurable nights he gives you.
And here you are, seducing him, feeling his manhood growing erect, throbbing already against your skin and you haven’t even gripped it yet.
You kiss his lips, never too passionate so Anakin knows who’s on the charge. Today he lets you have all the way to him. A pleasantly surprised that he welcomes.
You start to leave bruises in his neck, tasting the smell of his bath as your tongue moves from it to his chest. And here’s when you start to get to your knees that you, soaked to your core on your turn, take hold of his cock.
“Fuck!”, Anakin hisses out loud, now opening his eyes only to see his naked woman teasing him in inconceived manners.
“How are you enjoying it, love?”, you ask as you slide to your knees at last, all the whilst holding it gently, feeling the pre-cum already in your fingers as you pump it up.
“Naughty”, the Jedi barely breathes at what he’s witnessing. “Goddamn it, Y/N. Ah! This is so good!”
He wants it faster, you know, but you are on the charge not him. You can tell by how he looks at you he is being tortured. You giggle softly.
Anakin’s wide eyes at you the moment your mouth is close to his erection. A fantasy he always had but never imposed on you.
“This is better than I’ve thought”, he admits. “Woman, what do you think you are doing?”
“Making you relax”, you feign innocence in your look as you start to increase the rhythm.
“So good!”, he curses then and your eyes are glued in his well build muscles, his perfect well shaped belly as he breathes heavily. “So damn good! Yes, my love! That way I taught you, hmmm.”
You still have in mind the first time you hold it in your fingers, how patiently he taught his liking, how he whispered in your ear as you did so. Anakin can tell you are rewinding the memory in the back of your head not only by mind reading you, but seeing how hard your nipples are.
“I want to fuck you well tonight”, says the Jedi. “Like you’ve never been fucked.”
To tease him further, you use your left hand to play with yourself.
“Y/N!”, he protests loudly, tempted to have all of you, but something in your eyes prevents him to.
Specially because the pace is following the rhythm that is about to get him done… until that is you take it with your mouth. And he arches his back, his hands going to play with your hair.
“Oh Maker!”
The sight of you under his power, swallowing all of it so naturally, so perfectly, makes him forget all of the problems of the week. It’s so damn good to be this rewarded. It only makes him even more attached to you—not that Anakin Skywalker needs any more reasons for such.
To make things better, however, he manipulates force to your core—and this surprises you. When feeling your moans against his soaked manhood, Anakin is about to get his climax.
“Heavens, yes! Oh you like that don’t you? This isn’t about just me anymore my love”, says Anakin in between sensual moans. “You need this reward too.”
As new as this may be, for it is almost as if he’s fingering you directly—you try to focus in tasting him, it is so good to fuck him with your red-ish mouth—-and then… when you too are about to come undone, he withdraws force… much to your consternation.
However it only lasts little for right after he spits all of his seed in your mouth, making you thus drink it, you are now under his body. His fingers are now all on you, digging in your skin as his lips clash against yours.
And there’s no need to speak when he slides his throbbing cock in you, earning a squeak at how intense he is.
“I told you”, he smirks devilishly at you. “This is where the fun begins.”
You laugh quietly, letting him have all the way with you….for now your arousal must be tended too.
***
As you are almost drifting to sleep, Anakin, a lot more peaceful than when he got there, strokes your hair, admiring your alluring beauty.
“Would you follow me if I said I want more to myself, to us?”
“Yes”, you don’t even think twice and you know what he means. When looking up, you see some reluctance in his face. You carefully rise without breaking the embrace. “I am not her. Wherever you go I’ll follow.”
This is the reassurance he needs. Anakin smiles at you.
“I don’t expect you to. I love you, Y/N, for who you are.” He presses a kiss over your temple. “I appreciate all that has been done for me.”
As you eventually drift back with the certainty of a better future for you two, Anakin is surprised to so suddenly feel another force in the room. When looking carefully, he finds the spot of you.
The Jedi smiles brighter when realizing that you are carrying his child.
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Imagine you play a deadly game with Anakin (+21)
II
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Anakin knows you are socially tired just by how you stare into the nothingness all the whilst you engage in a conversation with some stranger. Today you are at a fanciful party thrown by the Senate, and due to common friends you two meet but for the sake of the rules of the Jedi Order you and him pretend that you have no relationship.
His gaze however admires you from afar even if you don’t know it. He scans your lose y/c hair, your sweet, delicate features; your curves… which remind him of that night he helped you release the inner pressure you’ve been to.
Had he not been tossed in distant missions, there would’ve been more… and he wants it. But this General is patient.
As your gaze eventually meets his, you smile warmly almost instantly. Your heart races just knowing he’s yours and you are his. But you want more… so you delicately elaborate a plan to escape this boring ceremony.
“Should I escort you somewhere else, my lady Y/N?”, Anakin asks you, not finding difficult where he should meet you. You are outside under stars and after a while—at least according to your impatience—he joins you.
You turn at him. This tall, handsome man dressed in black robes, eyeing you with indescribable feelings that do make you burn underneath your heavy gown.
“I would like so, Jedi, if I am not posing a distraction to your duties”, you smirk at him.
Discreetly his right hand searches for yours.
“You are hardly a distraction, my dove.”
And he smiles because you swoon.
***
Under darkness as perfect disguise, you fly high with Anakin, learning to taste what you fear most: adrenaline.
“Obi-Wan detests when I fly fast, but damn it this is good”, he tells you, chuckling as your eyes go wide at his speed.
“I really can’t see why”, you retort, side eyeing with a shade of panic behind your y/c irises. “What do you think you are DOIIIING?”
Fast he may be, but you are delivered safe at home. Anakin laughs as he watches you awkwardly straighten your hair and the skirt of your gown as you stand… but he’s also there to help you not to fall.
“I feel tipsy and I haven’t drank anything at all”, you chuckle, leaning on his elbow for balance. “Goddamn it, Skywalker. I hate you.”
It’s when his grip on your waist gets firmer.
“No, you don’t”, says he in that tone he knows he affects you.
You blush, confirming his suspicions. The Jedi leans to cup your cheeks and kisses your lips slowly, melting your resistance.
“We must not be seen”, you remind him nervously.
It’s when you spot that daring look that makes your womanhood burn.
“Fuck them”, he says, before kissing you ardently again.
This time your mind is clean.
***
Your back rests against the kitchen table as he kisses your neck, playing with your hair all the whilst you lift your right leg, silently begging for one thing the Jedi intends to give you in his due time.
With that in mind, Anakin breaks the kiss, much to your consternation.
“Why are you doing this?!”
“Doing what?”, he raises his eyebrows, playing coy. “I want something of you, my love.”
Anakin reads you well and you blush at his intent stare at your hardened nipples that your gown is poorly disguising.
You lean closer, your hand boldly moving to his pants, which he hisses under his breath.
“What’s that?”, your hand rubs up and down before starting to unbutton it, pleased to find him stuck in his own game. And it doesn’t help his case how you moan in his ear when feeling his manhood right in your palm.
“Fuck, Y/N”, he groans, unwillingly removing your hand off him. “Take off your clothes.”
Anakin struggles to remain reasonable as you lock eyes with him during your stripping. There is something so alluring in how you slowly remove the black gown you are wearing. And you are also aroused at how you are under his power.
You lie down on the table just like he asked and then…
“Ani…”, you whimper as he uses the force to lock your hands above your head, feeling so exposed.
“It’s all for you, my love”, he smirks before kissing your lips at last.
His tongue pairs with yours perfectly, dancing in the same rhythm. Lustfully he sucks it, showing his dominance over yours, which makes you moan. Anakin already feels the warmth exhaling off your body, which makes him hard in his pants.
But tonight is about you. His hands gently wrap around your neck as he dives in the kiss, but then one hand is released to slide down to your chest. It’s when he breaks the kiss to admire your features, smiling at you only to lower his gaze to your nude stare.
“You are a goddess”, Anakin groans, and you already feel wet at it. “I cannot believe I’ve spent years away of you.”
He watches as you rub a leg against the other, how hard your nipples are and how short your breath is. Oh how he loves to arouse you.
“You overreact, my darling”, you tell him almost breathlessly, partly detesting to be left waiting, partly excited for the same reason.
You slowly arch your back the moment you feel his gaze over your round, firm and full breasts. It’s when he begins to touch each, his fingers crawling over the swell of your boobs before cupping them properly.
“Oh Gods!”, you moan. “Anakin!”
The Jedi side smirks at you. Precisely what he wants to hear. But he struggles not to touch himself at such sight.
“Yes, my darling?”, he whispers in your ear, biting your earlobe as he begins to kiss your neck. “Makes knows how you smell good.”
And he kisses you right, his tongue twirling and his teeth biting your skin making you moan louder, desperate feeling a burn in your legs. But you are frustrated in doing nothing because he overpowers you.
To make all better—or worse—is the moment he finally sucks your pink nipples. He loves doing so, taking his time as if he’s a hungry man, famine for what you provide him—a body to which he devouts himself to, such a faithful man is this careless Jedi.
To appease your impatience, he releases his right hand to spread your legs and after caressing your thighs, his index finger finds way to your core. Now your moans echo in the room, turning slightly into sensual screams.
“So wet for me”, he groans against your skin, his face still buried in your chest. Anakin bites your nipples softly, still taking all with his tongue as he plays with you. And you love it all right. “Fuck, so wet, my baby.”
“Anakin!”, you moan so loud, breathlessly so. It’s so absurd the power he has over you, so exciting at how you subdue to him. “It’s so good! So bloody good! Don’t… ever… stoooooop!”
Anakin chuckles lightly at how you react. He gently moves his kisses to your belly now, pausing every now and then to insert two more things in you.
“Yes, my sweet. Come to me. I like seeing you ruined. Come, all right.”
And he feels it, the moment he plays with your clit, he feels it coming. And your legs get heavy, you arch your back…
His name once more comes out of your lips as every pressure is released, but it doesn’t end there no.
Anakin pulls you gently to sit closer to the edge of the table, but you don’t know yet what’s he about to do.
“It feels so good!”, you throw your head back, before smiling at him.
“We haven’t finished yet, my honey”, says the general, in a sweet voice that makes you mewl. He pecks your lips then adds. “Close your eyes.”
You do as he asks you, curious at what he asks. For a moment, you are left waiting for Anakin contemplates your state with awe and lust. Then he kneels, not before stroking his manhood for one quick moment because frankly it’s becoming unbearable to deal with that erection.
But now he spreads your legs, holding each thigh before diving in what’s between. You are instantly surprised the moment you feel his tongue so skillfully there. No one has ever dared doing so—but you’ve had just a few douches to count as boyfriends, neither compared to Anakin Skywalker. The mere comparison makes you blush.
“Anakin!”, you whimper loudly, a new different kind of despair giving you chills. And when you open your eyes and meet his gaze, your thighs already tremble.
As you ride his face, your legs begin to get heavier. And it doesn’t really help that at moments he inserts a finger in you.
In all honestly, though, he starts to touch himself at the same time. The scene arouses you in such a state that it doesn’t need more than five minutes before Anakin drinks the honey you give him. But he doesn’t give quite there yet.
You are about to have multiple orgasms for the first time in your life.
You grip his hair, feeling his moans in your core, and nothing arouses him more than hearing his name screamed countless out of your mouth.
He locks eyes with you again when he drinks every juice that comes one last time, which happens right as he comes undone, jerking because of you.
***
He is lying next to you, watching as you quickly come to sleep. Anakin snakes his arm around your waist, admiring your nudity, but more so the serenity stamped in your face.
He peppers kisses on your face, before burying his face on your neck.
“I love you, Y/Nickname”, the General Jedi purrs in your ear, drifting to sleep next to you, feeling for the first time a peace not even Senator Amidala provided him…
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Imagine Anakin Skywalker helps you out with stress… (+21)
(I)
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You and General Skywalker are good friends. This long friendship started when he rescued you during one of his missions that had him chasing General Grievous.
Despite you not wielding the Force nor being by all means related to Jedis or the Galaxy politics as a whole, you and him still occasionally meet.
It’s all good here and there but Anakin doesn’t tell you he’s able to read minds and he’s been more than aware of how you’ve been under stress lately due to growing frustrations concerning your job. And perhaps there’s something he may do to help you with it.
The question is, how.
It’s late evening when he decides to surprise you. You have just returned from hanging out with your girl friends at Coruscant, so when Anakin meets you at your apartment he finds you dressing a black top and a white skirt that reinforces your hips, a most pleasant sight for him to see.
“Oh my Maker!”, you let a cry out when seeing him in front of your door. “Anakin! Don’t do that! You have to let me know when you are coming for a visit!”
To your consternation he uses the Force to get your keys and soon opens the door, chuckling all the way, though his eyes do not leave you for one moment—you are really outstanding tonight, with your hair burning red as flame in a curious contrast to the clothes you wear this night.
You pretend not to notice his indiscretion as you fetch yourselves some water.
“I missed you, is all”, he tells you, following you like a lost puppy. “I haven’t seen you in a while… not since…”
“You broke up with her”, you say in a nonchalant manner but Anakin knows something troubles you. He isn’t confident as to find yet.
“Yeah. I’m sorry about that, I needed time”, he nods in thanks as he drinks the glass of water you offer him.
“I understand, truthfully”, you smile fondly at him. “Did you get yourself a hair cut?”
“I did”, Anakin smiles back and it feels as if the sun is rising in your kitchen. “How’d you like it?”
As you two finish hydrating yourselves, you move to the living room. As you sit at the couch, you notice his blue eyes linger at your thigh. Something about his stare makes your feminine parts burn, but you repress that sentiment for your sake.
“I loved it, Ani. You know I’d still think you handsome even if you looked bald.”
You pretend not to notice that he shortens distances between you two as you chuckle and he takes your hand to play.
“You looked strange when you got back home”, he muses after a while. “What happened?”
You shrug your shoulders, watching how well your fingers pair with his.
“I don’t know. I am not one of drinking… I thought tonight would be nice to have fun, and get myself distracted a bit. But it was quite the opposite.”
Anakin slowly puts his arms around your shoulders and your body doesn’t shy it away; you lean slowly against him.
“Have you been under stress again?”
And he’s such a good listener. Anakin is surprised to find how both of you are in many ways similar. Like it happened to him, you felt frustrated for not being recognized at your efforts put at what you do, all the critics and ego fighting…
“I have something that may help you with it”, he tells you. “But you must trust in me…”
You exchange knowing glances. You know you should not give in, but…
“What do you want to do?”
“Can I lead the way to your bedroom?”
You giggle nervously.
“Anakin, I am not one for casual sex, you know it.”
“This isn’t about me, but you. Trust me will you?”
You sigh, but eventually you consent. Anakin doesn’t press the matter, but part of him wants to put his plan in practice…after a long while picturing it in the back of his mind.
***
He locks eyes with you as he helps you removing your top. The moment your firm breasts come to his eyes, Anakin bites down his lips, almost instantly having an erection. You instantly feel shy, covering your nipples, but he gently moves your hands away.
“I want to see you, dove. Please lay down.”
You like how his eyes take a long while in your breasts, as if he’s devouring your pink nipples silently. Anakin smirks when capturing the images at your mind, even more as your body reacts to his lusting gaze.
“Now your skirts”.
You obey him promptly, feeling so exposed, but all else is left aside when you spot his erection in his pants. Anakin doesn’t need to read your mind to know your thoughts.
“Do you want to see it?”
“Yes…”
Anakin is surprised by how the moment he exposes his length, you begin to finger yourself, spreading your legs as you moan softly his name and…
“No”, he says, his voice firm but full of desire.
“What do you mean by no?”, you pout.
Anakin is on top of you, his thighs dominating yours and his erect manhood throbbing against your belly.
“I want to do that, not you”, he says in a tone that takes no other command.
You smirk slyly at him.
“Yes, sir.”
Like you suspected, he enjoys it. Leaning his body over yours so he feels your hard nipples rubbing against his chest, he brushes his lips against your lips, matching gazes with you.
“I will fuck you so damn good that you won’t walk.” Anakin smirks and you like how dark he sounds. “I won’t share you either.”
You try hard not to rub a leg onto the other. You whimper though saying:
“Yes, sir!”
Looking pleased, he leans to your ear and, as his fingers play with the swell of your left breast, not taking long before touching and twirling your nipple to the point you moan surprisingly loud, Anakin whispers:
“I love your breasts. I’ve always noticed through the blouses you wore. Always pictured them under my mouth. I had to touch myself to prevent me going insane from being unable to touch you.”
You barely close your eyes at how indecent he looks and sounds, especially when lowering his tongue to your nipple and gleefully sucking at it until you go insane.
Anakin is overjoyed as he listens to your heart race, a sound he most appreciates it, all the whilst he takes his time with your nipples, which he loves immensely—and to taste you is better than he’d thought.
Then he looks at you, watching you whimper loudly. Almost as if…
“Why did you stop?”, you pout.
“I want to make sure you know you are mine and I am yours”, he falls loosely by your side, stroking your cheek. “As much as your nipples taste good, there’s something else I want to taste.”
That being said, he kisses you at last and though bossy he is, you like him to, you kiss him like your soul has been craving for his and he knows it.
Then…
“I want you”, says he as his fingers move from your belly down below.
“Yes… please! Please, Master!”, you beg the way he likes you to see.
And there comes a finger sliding into the puddle you are, and how you raise your hips, reacting so… Anakin has no reaction, but he smiles, loving to see you a mess, how you give in so easily, how you let yourself lose control.
He leans to your ear once more only to whisper unspeakable things as he places one and then two more fingers.
“Anakin, Anakin please!” You cry out as he increases his path and your legs begin to get heavy.
“Please what?”, he’s so close to you, feeling your hitched, short cut breath. Your hair is now a mess of sweat and he likes to know he’s doing this to you.
“I think I…”
He doesn’t want to stop. He likes to feel your clit pulsing onto his hand, how tightly you are, and how deliciously hot you look when you look at him sensually, seductive even…
And his eyes drop to your hard nipples again.
And you pull his face to it because you want his tongue at each again. Which he gladly complies to until you scream his name.
“Oh God, this is so good”, you paint, body still shaking at it.
Anakin now holds you close to him, eyeing with something that hasn’t been seen until now.
“What are you looking at me like that for?”, you ask in between giggles. “Ani, you did wonder…”
“I want to be with you”, he mewl when rising to meet your lips, locking his body with yours.
“What?”
“I’ve meant what I said.”
You and him share a secretive smile. You pull him to an embrace and there you stay like this… until you fall asleep, missing his wordings:
“I fucking love you, Y/N…”
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Elizabeth! Will you marry me?
I don’t think now is the best time??!
Now may be the only time! I love you. I’ve made my choice, what’s yours?
…Barbossa! Marry us!
I’m a little busy at the moment!
PIRATES OF THE CARIBBEAN: AT WORLD’S END, dir. Gore Verbinsky (2007)
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Imagine Obi-Wan is your teacher and he corrupts you.
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It all starts with you being accepted in his research group. Master Kenobi, a very serious and renowned professor, is said to be demanding and competent. Few have had the honor to be rewarded with his favoritism.
You are a shy lass, naive, when you are approved to be part of this elite group. You are familiar with other kind of gossips too: how many ladies have once tried to seduce him, but with no avail. Except one, perhaps, that eventually became his wife so many years ago.
But a widower now, this 45 year old professor remains cold and distant to all. Until that is you come to his life. Something about your auburn hair and dark hazel eyes capture his attention. When you smile to others and greet them, Obi-Wan is astonished to find out he cannot look away from you.
Worse is: though you are dressing a pink, flowering gown, he wants to see through you. He can tell your breasts are firm, and your hips are just… hmm.
But the man holds back himself. He’d seen pretty ladies trying to get to his bed and he resisted them all right. However, Obi-Wan sees others are trying to get your attention if you don’t seem to notice, which only gets him annoyed.
Unbeknownst to him, the attraction is instantly mutual. You have never before seen such a handsome redhead man whose blue eyes are so captivating. And when you notice his tight jeans, some unwelcoming thoughts come uninvited.
“Greetings, miss Y/N”, he nods his head at you. “Is this your first class?”
You nod.
“Yes, sir”.
Your velvet voice makes him want to know what’s like to have you calling his name out. A thought he promptly dismisses. However, he says:
“I’d like to have a word with you towards the end of the class.”
*
There’s just you and him at the classroom and you perceive his lingering gaze at your legs, which makes you feel an unknown aching in between them. But you act nonchalantly.
“You are doing a great job”, he flashes you a smile. “Few possess intelligence like you. What do you think about becoming my assistant?”
You suspect there might be something behind his offer, but worst is that you want this something. You smile at him, as innocent as possible.
“Why thank you, sir. That’s an honor.”
Obi-Wan hates how he is already rigid. What the hell happened to him to be easily affected by you? Carefully disguising, he nods his head and you are dismissed.
***
The next time you two meet, as his assistant, you are wearing a white shirt that shows some cleavage. Obi-Wan notices it, wishing he could see more of your skin. Again, he represses the thought.
When he comes near you, you smell his perfume. And notice how strong he is. You, for so long unaffected by men in general, feel weak in your knees. But likewise you disguise well.
Talks here, talks there, you eventually part because you have more classes. Obi-Wan feels the need to go to the bathroom. Locking himself there, he zips his pants and starts touching himself, thinking of you.
And you alone make him jerk.
***
Funny enough, your friends are talking about sex at corridors. Obi-Wan is not too far when seeing you shy about it. But he also notices how you discreetly rub one leg to the other.
If only I could offer her some release.
And the opportunity would come. Your last class ends quite late tonight so Obi-Wan offers you a ride. You promptly accept it.
Dressed in short dark skirts and a white blouse, you offer him temptation, and perhaps this is what you want even if your reason doesn’t admit it.
At the car, he says:
“I’ve noticed you have been tensed these days”, he mentions.
Your eyes drop to his pants, and you wonder what would be like to do to him what your friends do to their own boyfriends. You quickly try to dismiss it, finding hard to beat that struggle.
“I’m on my finals”, you say, now looking at the window. “Just too much going on.”
Obi-Wan hesitates. Should he do the next steps or not?
“I have a way to help”, he swallows, never before feeling so bold.
You incline against the seat and look at him. Naive you maybe, but not a fool. And even so you play the game.
“What way?”
“Spread your legs”, he leans to whisper against your ear. “That is, if you want to.”
Your eyes go wide and for a moment he fears to have offended you. He’d consider going back and letting you go, after all, he parked in front of your home.
“I’m a virgin”, you admit it.
“That is not a problem to me”, he is surprised by your bold remark. “I mean…”
You lean to kiss his lips, unsure where this boldness comes from. He kisses you back, and encouraged by it, he rests a hand on your thigh, raising under your skirt and then…
“Just tell me if I should stop”, he breaks the kiss, sensing the sensual tension in the air, involving you both. “I’ve never done this before.”
“Neither have I”, and you spread your legs wider. “I tried doing it myself but it didn’t work out.”
He locks gaze with you, twirling his thumb over your entrance through your panties, watching you squirm lightly.
“It didn’t? How come?”
“I… don’t know.”
Something about your eyes arouses him further. But this isn’t about him. It’s about you. He slowly pushes down your panties.
“Have you had any boyfriends?”
“Only one”, you speak in anticipation.
And just like that.. he slides one finger in you, earning you a long moan, which gets him aroused.
“Hmmm”, he groans. “So good, so good.”
“Obi-Wan!”, you moan sensually, eyes closed, enjoying as his finger dives in your soaked womanhood.
“Y/N…” he leans to kiss your lips as he stimulates you.
And so he does, muffling your potential screams. He smirks when feeling your orgasm in his hand, licking it right before your eyes.
“Professor!”, you squirm, aroused at the view.
“Our lessons will continue”, he smirks devilish, watching as you leave car with difficulties.
Never before misbehaving felt so good.
***
The next time it happens you are dressed a red dress that reinforces your curves. It’s an uni party and Obi-Wan is jealous at how flirty you are with others. Finally he pulls you at one side and says:
“What’s this?”
“Never took you for a jealous man, Professor”, you smirk, pleased to see him blush. “Did you like my dress?”
As he recomposes, he whispers something naughty in your ear that makes you promptly wet. But of course you hold it back even if the redhead man sees how he affected you.
“Come with me, will you?”, he asks in a whisper. “I want to show you something.”
Obi-Wan is a gentleman indeed. He is very kind to you, and as you two stroll out of preying eyes, he takes you to dinner. You and him bond out of academic world, slowly developing something neither thought it’d evolve…
And then… you ask him to meet your place.
“You look gorgeous in your red dress”, Obi-Wan remarks sensually, stepping right back at you as you drink some water.
“You are very kind to say”, you giggle softly as he begins to kiss your neck.
“It’s true though. It makes me think unthinkable things”, he pulls you to him, eyeing you with such lustful eyes that you feel wet.
“What kind of things?”, you ask innocently, as you lean against your kitchen table.
“Let me show you.”
He begins to kiss your neck, hands going up down your back, patiently removing your gown all. Pausing only when watching you out of it.
“Fuck”, he groans as he starts to cup each breast and play with your nipples.
“Obi-Wan”, you moan, throwing your head back.
“Yes?”, he starts to kiss your chest, before mouthing your pink nipples, so rigid in his pants when you begin to sing his name out. “Mmm!”
And it doesn’t take long before his hands go to your feminine parts… but when you are about to come undone, he lays you down on the table and remove your panties.
There is no need to speak. You are breathing in anticipation as he kisses your inner thighs, his beard tingling against your skin.
“Oh, love”, he hums. “Let me reward you for every good world you’ve done this week.”
Hands resting now in your buns, he buries his head right in between your legs, getting you to cry indecently loud as he dives into your core, never stopping it until his face is soaked. Until you scream out his name.
“Come to me”, you stand dizzily, offering his hand as you bring him to the bed with you.
“Babe…”
“I’m ready.”
And impatiently you bring him to your room. Closing the door behind you two, Obi-Wan is about to have a delightful surprise…
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Imagine you and Obi-Wan become friends with benefits (+21)
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It takes two weeks before it happens again. As much as you and Obi-Wan have enjoyed that unpretentious tea party—that turned out to be a good massage evening, to put in words—, you know that no romantic attachment should be formed.
As both of you are Jedi Masters with each path to trail, you have to make better use of the energy that you discovered recently… the very cause of your inner troubles and that if you thought it would dissipate, you thought it wrong.
So you try to forget that evening and start to practice again, getting more missions in order to get yourself occupied.
In the meantime, so does Obi-Wan. The redhaired male focuses in his mission with Anakin and Ahsoka, specially concerning now Ventress’s whereabouts.
Nevertheless, when he comes to fall asleep, he thinks of you. The taste of your tongue, so well paired with his; the way you sang his name, whose melody still echoes in his mind… how soaked your womanhood was when his fingers pursuit it.
He also had a peek of your firm breasts and pinky nipples. But he never had really a full view of you. The thought leaves him aroused and would have distracted him… had he allowed to.
But then when he lands back at Coruscant and sees you smiling wide and surrounded by good friends, his heart skips a beat. In the way only one other woman could do.
And to remember her name aches his broken heart.
***
You are dressed elegantly in orange robes with white stripes, hair loose in curls behind your back, when you meet him.
Obi-Wan is dressed in white robes and his hair is shorter than last time you met. He comes discreetly at you, ignoring the awkwardness that has altered the dynamics of your friendship since that day.
“May I have a word with you, Y/N?”
Today is a holiday celebrated in Coruscant, related to an important victory many moons ago by the Jedis against the Sith that the common folk still like to remember. Therefore, the Jedi temple is empty.
You’d go with your friends outdoors, but turn back as Obi-Wan calls you. You greet Anakin and Ahsoka politely, ignoring the mischievous look they exchange.
“Can we speak in privacy?”, he asks you gently, leading you to the gardens inside.
“Why, yes. I haven’t seen you lately.” And here you decide to break the ice. “If this is about last weekend, I should apologize for my improper behavior.”
“No, not at all.” He pauses towards the end of the poorly illuminated corridors. “I should apologize instead. I actually… want more of it. More of… us.”
You blush, not sure how to respond him, but at the same time comprehending the subtle meaning of it.
“We should not best interrupt our encounters”, you put him closer to you.
“No”, Obi-Wan half smiles at you. “We should not…”
Discouraged to break the moment even when reason riots against it, the Jedi presses you against the wall. Eyes locked and smiles exchanged, his hands go up and down your back.
“It looks like you are the one tensed here, darling”, you smirk as you kiss his lips gently, hands going to his pants and there finding his manhood erect. “Let me tend you today.”
He is about to protest, but the moment your tongue snakes in his mouth as your hand eagerly begins to explore his cock.
“Y/N”, he groans under his breath, kissing you fervently.
And his hands are about to move from your neck below when you part the kiss and slide to your knees. There is little need to protest: it never reaches Obi-Wan’s tongue after you engulf his manhood with your mouth.
The older Jedi watches you with lustful eyes, caressing your hair as he once again only has a partial view of your curves, but he has no time to get frustrated as you prove so natural in the arts of pleasure.
“Careful, darling…”
He asks you softly, pumping it into your red lips gently, guiding you through the Force. You raise your eyes as you lick it with your tongue, twirling it as you experiment it with great pleasure.
“Oh. So you enjoy this, uh?” Obi-Wan moans softly, and the sound he makes is enough to let you dripping wet in between your legs. “Mmm! So good, so good dear one.”
Aware of how he effects you, Obi-Wan imagines what he is about to do with you—-but then he comes to reach his climax and, oh, you swallow all of it.
There is, however, little time to enjoy further as you both hear steps and quickly must set yourselves straight. You barely have time to exchange words as Anakin finally shows up:
“Ah there you two are! Where have you guys been?”
Obi-Wan clears his throat, but says:
“I was… teaching some new techniques to Y/N. She had some questions about it.”
“Oh”, Anakin speaks innocently. “What bad timing, eh?”
You try not to laugh about it, but as Anakin starts to walk on, Obi-Wan gently pulls you to his side and says:
“I must admit that although this is not very acceptable, I cannot pretend we have not ruined our friendship, my dear.”
“I don’t know where this will take us…”, you hesitate.
But then he laces his fingers with yours.
“But I intend to follow the path with you.”
You smile the brightest and here it is the spark of something new that comes. Obi-Wan has his own fears about the future, but this is not to be thought yet.
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