#anakin skywalker x fem!oc smut
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❝𝐟𝐚𝐧𝐭𝐚𝐬𝐢𝐳𝐢𝐧𝐠❞
anakin skywalker x fem!oc
2nd person pov version: link
summary: seeing her cozied up with general skywalker caused the clones to talk about what they’d do to her if she were theirs. anakin stands by and listens, smug that he’s allowed to do anything he wants to her, and his battalion can only fantasize about it.
MINORS DNI 18+
character(s): tcw!anakin skywalker, anatares (oc)
pov: 3rd person
word count: 4k
notes:
there are two versions of this fic! one in 2nd pov and this one in 3rd. i wrote both cos i know ppl have preferences
i do not condone the behavior shown by the characters i wrote, this is purely a fictional writing about something that is morally wrong in irl but hot for my own self indulgent purposes, do not allow real ppl to treat you this way without ur consent lmao. also i had to make up clone names bcos i didn’t want to use any existing clone names and risk mischaracterization
specifically written for the clone wars' characterization of anakin.
warnings: please read
dead dove do not eat, established fwb relationship, lowkey clone slander, clones speaking about a woman sexually that theyre not involved with sexually, lowkey unedited, anakin skywalker having a filthy mouth with his clones, dirty foul mouthed vile delicious “locker room talk” towards love interest, clones bet whether or not general skywalker bangs love interest, ooc anakin, ooc clones, speaking explicitly and sexually about someone behind their back, also explicit content if that wasn’t already clear
“I’ve got something for you,”
Anatares had come here to exercise, but all she had done so far was play on her holo-tablet to find the right music for the occasion for ten minutes. She looked up at the sound of the voice, straightening her back when she realized who it was.
“General Skywalker,” she addressed him properly, since they were in public. From his attire, she guessed he was fitting this visit in between meetings. With a wave of his hand and a soft smile, he dismissed the title.
“Look,” His hand came out from behind his back, a long, wide blade revealed. “Don’t have much time, but this,” he lifted it into to eyeline, twirling it by its hilt in his grip, the overhead lights glinting off of it. “is a vibroblade.” He met her gaze, brow raised, proud of himself for acquiring it.
“It’s for me?” she asked, setting her tablet aside to stand, approaching him. He hummed in confirmation. For safety, he downturned the blade, handing it to her by the hilt. It was a fine sword, but she was confused, knitting her eyebrows together as she tested the weight of it in her hand. She glanced between him and the weapon questioningly. “Thanks, but I don’t usually… use stuff like this. Knives are more my speed this feels very…” she raised the sword, in a way she thought a pirate would, “‘swashbuckle-y.’” she dropped her arm. Anakin scoffed.
“You’ve been here a while, and we’ve run into plenty of siths by now. Figured it was high time to get you something to defend yourself with in close quarters.” He pointed a finger onto the weapon as he explained, “Watch,” His large hand came to fix atop hers on the hilt, and she inhaled. Her reaction went unnoticed as he brought his saber over, igniting it. The blades of both met each other, and Ana witnessed how the lightsaber didn’t cut through the vibroblade. “If things get hairy, and there’s no escape, you’ve got a backup plan.” They were hard to come across, Anakin was lucky to have this one, and he was relieved to be able to give it to Ana, smiling down at her expectantly for her answer.
Ana broke out of her impressed stupor. It was a thoughtful gift. The fact that she was untrained with a sword of this size arrested her from expressing her full gratitude. That, and the warmth of his hand was still on hers.
This fitness center was made out of a repurposed hangar so it was cavernous, with expansive floor space. It had the usual: weights, punching bags, a closed off shooting range, etc. There was a lot of unused area, and spare supplies would often be dropped off. A ways away, a few clones had escorted boxes of dry rations on a hoverboard, unloading it here until it was time to relocate it if there was room in the mess hall kitchen. Ko, a clone officer, sat a box down, before taking notice of a familiar head of hair across the room. “Hey, men,” he said through a grin, “is that General Skywalker over there with Anatares?” His comment caught the attentions of his fellow soldiers, halting what they were doing to spy.
“Ha! Skywalker,” Dice laughed, assumptions forming as to what their General was up to, “You don’t think he’s trying to butter her up, do you?”
“C’mon, guys,” Stringbean huffed, “I wanna get this over with.”
“Look, ‘Bean, they’re basically holding hands.” Copper pointed out, leaning against the cargo behind him and lulling his head in Stringbean’s direction. “Who’s gonna win the bet if we don’t pay attention?”
“Maybe making a bet about whether or not General Skywalker— a Jedi— is trying to get close to Anatares—“
“Ah, ah, ah!” Dice wagged his finger at Stringbean, correcting him, “Whether or not they fuck, ‘Bean.”
“Well, how are we supposed to tell?”
“By watching.” Ko hissed, warning them to hush up and pay attention to the pair over on the sparring mat.
Anatares bit her lip, meeting Anakin’s gaze who was unfaltering in his eye and physical contact. “I don’t know how to use a sword.” she admitted, her tone coming out meaner than she meant to, saying it like it should be obvious to him.
Anakin didn’t seem to notice it, “Here,” instead rounding her body to stand behind her. “I’ll show you.” Directing both of her hands onto the hilt, replacing both of his hands atop hers. He was such a wide shouldered man. That, and by doing this he curled and enveloped her almost completely. She swallowed thickly, letting him move her. There was no way that she didn’t note how strong he felt, how tall and toned with thick muscle he was. His rigid chest against her back, his flexed arms pressing into hers, his chin hovering over her shoulder, cheek against her hair— she felt dizzy with excitement. No doubt she’d ask for his help in relief later when it was time for ‘lights out’. She had a sneaking suspicion he knew exactly what he was doing to her.
He changed her positioning effortlessly, angling the blade to the imaginary opponent, “You’ll block like this. Center yourself,” Impossible to center herself without thinking about shoving his cock into her center over and over— “When you attack, you’ll come down like this,” He raised their arms, bringing the sword down slowly, with purpose. When he stepped forward, his hips pressed into hers, and she stepped forward, not before feeling something familiar and half hard poking into her. A tingle traveled down her spine and she smirked. “If you can afford leaving yourself open, you can thrust,” Another step forward, and he shoved the blade into the air in front of them. Anatares hadn’t been listening at all— mind occupied with General Skywalker’s perfect body pressed up against hers, fitting together like puzzle pieces— but she perked up when he mentioned thrusting. She can very much afford to leave herself open right now, if only he had the time to properly reintroduce himself to the space between her legs. Overwhelmed, a deep blush bloomed onto her cheeks and ears.
A mischievous smile stretched out onto Copper’s lips, “Mates, is it just me or she turning red with ol’ Skywalker over there?”
Stringbean, forgetting his past protests at the notion he could be losing the bet, leaned forward, “No way,”
Dice rubbed his chin with his hand, “That she is, Copp, this is too good.”
“I’ve never seen her blush before,” Copper muttered, unable to deduce if it meant the General was making her uncomfortable, or she was attracted. She wasn’t pulling away at all.
“Oh, to be in his position,” Ko chuckled, the General had to be enjoying himself. Any of them would if they switched places.
Anatares cocked her head to look at Anakin, who’s gaze lingered on hers. He stepped away, his warmth leaving her when he detached, clearing his throat. “I’ll be sure to give you more formal lessons on it another time.” She hoped he would, turning to face him with a hand on her hip. “Obi Wan and I have already agreed to switch off sparring you. You should get experience with different fighting styles.” Beginning to walk backwards off the mat, “It won’t be easy! We’re gonna fight dirty, like a sith would. Okay? I’ve gotta go, I’ll see you around,” he said, pointing to her, voice growing in volume as he furthered from her.
Ana nodded at him with a knowing grin, shaking her head from his ramble. “Bye, bye, Skywalker,” She gave him a flirty wave as he dismissed himself. He faced forward, and the spying clones pretended to be busy.
“Officers,” Anakin nodded at them in acknowledgment as he walked past, “I’ll see you guys later for deployment?”
Ko nodded back, saluting, “‘Course, General.”
Dice managed to slow Anakin’s stride, unloading the last bit of cargo and leaning his hand on it, “Oi, Skywalker, I saw you getting all up close and personal with Anatares over there. Seemed cozy.” It was his special interest in poking at things his fellow soldiers thought it best to leave alone. Especially because they didn’t want their commanding officer to know they’d been spying on him.
Anakin didn’t think anything of it, expecting observation in a public area, especially when Anatares was involved. “Just showing her some moves, that’s all.” he answered innocently, moving on to get ready for his next mission.
The men’s heads followed him as he scampered off. This was all too fishy. Copper hummed lowly, “Oh, he showed her a couple of moves, alright.” Stringbean hit his shoulder with the back of his hand playfully.
“We don’t know that yet.”
Ko scoffed, “He’s trying to move in on her.” He was certain.
None of them knew he had already moved in on her, countless times.
Their deployment was within the hour. Tasked with bringing aid to a neutral planet in order to secure their alliance with the Republic. The troops expected a resistance from the opposers, which didn’t bode well for their moods. There always was a hill to climb in order to reach victory, it was the hill that proved fatal for some. The clone troops were prepared to lay down their life for their cause, but they preferred not to focus on the possible tragedy awaiting them. Instead, they sought distractions. Distractions that made them feel normal, like there wasn’t a war occurring, that they weren’t waddling in the trenches of it.
This squad (who affectionately referred to themselves as the “Groundhog” squadron) swapped stories, knowing this would be a long ride in a shuttle, having entered the atmosphere of the planet. Their helmets in their hands or underneath their arms, seemingly reminding everyone how human they were. The conversation served its purpose, taking the men’s weight off. Anakin leaned onto the wall of the shuttle, eyes closed as he attempted a crude form of meditation. Jokes were cracked when they got onto the subject of what they’d do after the war, but nobody pointed out it was wishful thinking. Having a lover, or a wife, was a common fantasy amongst the group.
Stringbean hops up to sit on some armory cargo, resting his blaster on safety beside him. “Maker to think…” he voices his thought aloud, picking up his leg so he can rest his elbow on his knee, shaking his head with a soft smile. “Having a plot of land to myself. A family. That’d be the life.”
Copper piped up, “I don’t even care about the family part, ‘Bean, sign me up for a wife.” It makes the other clones chuckle with him.
“Ah, a wife…” Ko sighed in content from the idea, fixing his back against the cargo and resting his head back. “… beautiful woman, got a good head on her shoulders, capable, resilient. Sharing a home with her would be the dream.” Imagining it, his fantasized wife, and Anatares’ face surfaced in his mind. It didn’t necessarily surprise him. Visualizing her offer him a meat pie she prepared for him was doing something to him.
Dice snickered, “It’s been a while since you troops’ve been laid.” Anakin smirked to himself. He shouldn’t be eavesdropping but he couldn’t help it when he felt so proud to have gotten some this morning. The officers didn’t take notice, continuing their conversation. Dice copied Stringbean, jumping up onto a box to sit, but crossed his arms. “Hell,” he scoffed, “it’s been a while since I’ve gotten laid,”
“Well there’s slim pickin’s in our line of work, Dice, don’t go feelin’ sorry for yourself.” Copper patted him firmly on the shoulder, and Dice nodded knowingly, elbowing him back.
“Let’s see,” Ko started counting on his fingers, “there’s a bunch of Jedi,”
“Bunch’a prudes, more like. No offense, General,” Dice chimed in. Anakin waved his hand dismissively, downturning his lips, knowing he was probably the only one in this battalion getting any tail.
“None taken,” The Jedi insisted, without breaking his meditation.
“But it’s not like we’re not a ‘bunch’a prudes’ ourselves,” Stringbean interjected, outstretching his hands in a defensive gesture, and it earns him a laugh from the squad.
“I hear that.”
Anakin shook his head with a smile, unable to steel himself from listening in.
“Alright, so we’ve got the prudish Jedi, our fellow Clone brothers, and…” A smirk stretched out onto Copper’s lips as he finished the sentence Stringbean started, “Anatares,”
A chorus sounded of groans, chuckles, sighs, filthy comments amongst the troop… She was a popular subject revisited yet again by the squadron. Anakin peeked open an eye, observing his soldiers’ reactions to his informant-turned-commander, who begs for his cock almost every night.
“Don’t get me started on Anatares,”
“The things I’d let her do to me,”
“Oh, the things I’d do to her if she’d let me,” A clone responded with a dark snicker.
“It’s like she doesn’t even know she drives me crazy.”
“Oi, you’re not the only one, mate.”
Anakin closed his eye before someone caught him spying. It was best to stay as far removed as possible.
“Stringbean, go back to that farm fantasy of yours.” The men wanted to hear it again, and Stringbean added a revision.
“Like I said, just a plot of land to myself.” ‘Bean gazed at the ceiling, visualizing his regaled tale in his mind’s eye. “Anatares as my spoil of war,” These touch starved army men exhaling at the wording made Anakin scoff silently through his nose. War deranged men, showed their true, darker selves, and the Jedi witnessed it firsthand. Experienced it himself. The urge to step in rose in Anakin’s chest, but he denied it. He wanted to hear what these depraved creatures really thought of his lover. As if imagining it themselves, the boys followed Stringbean’s example and looked to the ceiling. “We’ve got two kids: a boy and a girl. Ana and I share yard work, and at the end of the day, cook dinner together—“
“Oi, get to the good part!” Dice jeered, and some men snickered.
“Okay, okay,” Stringbean grins sheepishly, motioning with his hands to settle down. It seemed his fantasy was seeping into Anakin as well. “After dinner— kids asleep— we start cleaning up. She’s doing dishes, I’m clearing the table. I get a look of her in that apron,” Some guys suck in a breath. Anakin cocked his head, furrowed his brows, and exhaled through his pursed lips at the image of Ana in a little apron and nothing else. “Can’t help myself. Come up behind her, start fondling her. Then I nail her on the kitchen table.”
“Stringbean, you dog!” A clone shouted, and the troopers began weakly beating on him, tossing their helmets at ‘Bean while he grinned and flinched, knowing he deserved it. Being the first one to spell out a dirty fantasy meant facing certain scrutiny.
Once they had settled down, Copper wanted to share, outstretching his arms to gesture the men to quiet. “Alright, alright, that reminds me, lads.” he introduced, dropping his arms once he’d gotten everyone’s attention. “There was one day I got ahead of myself in training, Anatares was there. Picked me up, dusted me off, brought me down to the medical bay. That night?” He raised a brow, cupping his chin in his hand, “I had the filthiest dream about her.” Being watched with bated breaths, he wasn’t sure if he should even tell this story.
“Well, don’t keep us in suspense.” A clone told him incredulously, but it was all in good fun.
Copper went on, “I dreamt she snuck into my room, told me she couldn’t stay away from me. She couldn’t keep her hands to herself, kept palming me through my pants.”
Anakin recalled an exact moment when she told him the same thing, did the same thing to him when he was recovering in the medical bay. He knit his eyebrows together, biting his lip to keep from saying anything.
“Got excited. She took care of me, sucked on me a bit, mounted and rode me ‘til I had nothing left. Fat tits bouncing. I’m surprised I contained myself while I was sleepin’.” Copper finished, leaning his elbow against the cargo.
Dice dissolved into laughter, pointing to Copper and looking amongst the group, “Mate says he’s surprised he didn’t jizz himself like a teenager,” The group followed Dice’s suit, laughing, including Copper.
Anakin felt himself perspire because he was stuck on the imagery of “Ana’s fat tits bouncing”. He swallowed thickly.
“Oi, the body on that broad, eh?” Dice reminisced, “Went to the fitness center and she was there. Had on a little bra, barely strapped in that chest of hers,” He cupped the air around his chest comically, he bounced his hands, causing a few snickers. “She didn’t notice me practically drooling like a hound. She’s glistening with sweat. Hair sticking to her forehead and neck. She’s jumping rope and I can’t tear my eyes away… the tightest yoga pants I’ve ever seen, if she bent over bet I could see her pretty little hole. The woman’s gotta know what she’s doing to us,”
Anakin, like the rest of these sleazy soldiers, was visualizing the whole damn thing. Except he knows he tore apart those yoga pants as soon as he saw her bent over in front of him. Of course she was pissed at him for it, but knowing now all these filthy perverts were waiting for the day she’d wear ‘em? He was glad he did it. Put them to one last good use getting her nice and wet for his cock. To hide his guilt, he rested his hand over his face.
“Hourglass figure, wit as sharp as a tack, looks that could kill, I wish she’d get over that crush she’s got already and get with a real man.” A clone added and an intrigued smile broke out onto Anakin’s lips, concealed by his hand.
“A crush? No way,”
“Say it ain’t so,”
“It’s obvious! A woman like that hasn’t hopped on anyone’s dick since she got here— and we’re all strapping young men— I’m tellin’ ya, girl’s hung up.”
“I could make her forget him. Gimme one night with her, she’ll forget he even existed.”
Anakin scoffed. That was highly doubtful.
“What about you, Ko? What do you think of Anatares?”
“What’s to say that hasn’t already been said?” Ko shrugged, but the encouragement from his squad changed his mind. “I just wanna stick my dick in that cleavage. C’mon, you all have seen it. She displays it like she wants attention,” he spoke defensively, as if he had a case to defend, “Wonder if she likes being called a slut.”
She does. Anakin thought with a smile.
“Wonder if she is a slut.” Dice leaned back against the cargo with a wolfish grin.
She is. Anakin thought in response once more, smile widening.
Anakin wrestled with himself. On one hand, he could join the conversation, bond with these disgusting depraved men and their dark fantasies, or stay indifferent and detached. He knew that war changed people, and this was an outlet. They weren’t interested in taking advantage of someone when they were bred to be docile and trained to protect the innocent. Anatares was particularly extroverted, and a bit of a tease— he had learned that first hand. Her flirtatious speech was smooth and confident, and she moved in an aesthetically poised manner, Anakin found her beautiful no matter what she did. Unashamed to admit he’s gotten stiff watching her fight alongside him on the battlefield. No wonder her image fell victim to this merry band of neglected soldiers. Attractive and available so she had become a popular, relatable object of fantasy. A prize to focus on to get through tough times, to get through the possibility of dying tomorrow. Never in a million years would he justify it, but he could understand it. Especially because he could hear his praise of Anatares through the voices of these men. He could sense their intent. None of them, would cause her physical harm. Briefly, he pondered if Anatares sired these feelings in them on purpose, knowing the gross comments they made with each other when they were alone. An image of her getting off to it flashed in Anakin’s mind. It wasn’t far off from her personality to pleasure herself to the idea of power.
“Oi, awfully quiet back there, eh, Skywalker?” Dice called, and Anakin looked at him. “We didn’t scare you or nothin’, did we?” On the contrary.
“No, just listening.” The Jedi replied nonchalantly, crossing his arms and legs as he settled against the hull wall.
Dice wanted to ask if Jedi had dirty thoughts too, but he didn’t want to shatter the illusion that Anakin was one of them— human— if he answered no. Sometimes they liked to pretend Anakin was not a peacekeeper, did not adhere to an oath, in a way Anakin liked to pretend that too.
“You ever get off to the thought of Anatares, General Skywalker?” Stringbean blurted out, breaking the silence. Immediately, the platoon scolded him playfully.
Anakin pinched his chin, “Anatares, you say?” Yes, he has. Yes, indeed, he has. More than he cared to admit. More than he thought a Jedi ever should. “Oh! You mean Commander Tares,” He pushed off the wall, leisurely striding to the center of the group. His inflated ego had gotten to him, having completely overshadowed his more jealous traits ages ago. His tone and correction of her title made his squad nervous, and they watched with bated breath. They questioned if he was cross with them.
“I wouldn’t say,” Anakin started, a mischievous glint in his eye. He folded his arms behind his back, pacing as he noticed their worried looks. Maker, he wished he could tell them, witness their reactions when he tells them he’s been banging the “broad” they fantasize their filthy little minds about when they’re alone. His head was so big it was a mystery how it fit into the hull of this ship.
“We know you’ve got a little soft spot for her, sir, it’s obvious.” Copper ached to break the tension, and he desperately moved it into the direction necessary for him to win the bet. “We’ve all got one.”
“I don’t know what you’re talking about…” The clones averted their gazes from the Jedi once he spoke, shuffling nervously in place. “but Maker, if I were simply a man, I’d do whatever it took to make her mine.”
Grins broke out on their faces at the fact Anakin played a trick on them, and some cheered their agreement with his case.
“Isn’t she other-worldly?”
“Extremely.” Anakin replied.
“She makes it so hard—“
“Maker, don’t I know it…” Anakin mused, reminiscing how hard she makes his cock rather than what the clone was referring to.
“Has she ever hit on you, sir?”
“Oh, all the time. She’s shameless.” And Anakin meant shameless. Downright blasphemous, the words that would come out of that pretty mouth of hers.
“Easy?” One clone asked with hope.
Anakin gave him a look. “It wouldn’t be a problem for me either way.” he responded smugly, acting out the role of the indifferent Jedi who’s confident he could get her if he really wanted to.
His battalion goes wild over the fact their leader is in on their little crush. Like they brought him down to their hellish level, innocent from the knowledge Anakin has put the body they covet the most in every position and every location. Painted her with his cum countless times. Has witnessed her pleading gaze and expression twisted in pleasure when he hit that perfect spot inside of her.
General Skywalker rode on that ego high, “Gentlemen, nothing quite like comin’ home from a battle, and Anatares greeting you with open arms, open legs, and an open mouth.” He stood in the middle while his clones cheered thinking about that imagery, thinking their general is merely joining the conversation, and making it all up.
To keep the charade going, to find out more about how Anakin really felt about Ana, Ko yelled out, “Skywalker!” Anakin hummed in response. “Fuck, marry, kill: Anatares, Master Luminara, and that cute Pantoran Senator Chuchi,”
At the mention, the other clones joined into the game, muttering their answers in a big jumble. Anakin waited his turn to speak, “C’mon,”
“Don’t be like that, it’s just a game.” Ko assured, moving to sit at the edge of the cargo.
“Alright, alright. Let me think. Okay, one’s easy: Marry Anatares. Make her my little trophy wife.”
Like a pack of hyenas, they chittered with laughter.
“Sir? You wouldn’t wanna just ’fuck’?” The question was asked to serve a purpose, to nail in the bet.
“Why would I want to fuck once, when we’re hitched I get to fuck always?” Anakin answered. Once the hollering died down, he added. “Doesn’t matter the time of day. She shouldn’t be walking around with an ass like that if she didn’t want it split open twenty-four-seven.”
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・ 。.・゜✭・.・✫ . ✭・.・✫・✭ .・゜・。.
⠀⠀⠀⠀ ⠀⠀ ⠀ quiet now, will you?
⠀⠀⠀⠀ ⠀⠀⠀⠀ ⠀⠀⠀⠀ ⠀ ⠀STRICTLY 18+.
WARNINGS: bratfem!reader x dom!modernau!anakin, dirty talking, teasing, clit play, he likes to command just a bit too much.
summary: anakin is taking you home after picking you up from your shift, and of course he is hungry as fuck. just...you're feeling bratty.
・ 。.・゜✭・.・✫ . ✭・.・✫・✭ .・゜・。.
“h-hey!” you lament, hands quickly folding together to push the fabric of your sweater between your legs. the little fist they created stays there, pressed right between a drenched cunt, his hand and your thighs—a vain, and rather pathetic, attempt to stop your boyfriend from getting what he was craving. “h-hand away!”
it had been already a long day at work—your boss making you run from one office to the other just because her spoiled daughter wanted to read a book that wasn’t even fucking released yet. last thing you need, was anakin all over your pussy, and his car’s seat dirty. maybe you should’ve thought twice before shoving yourself into more comfortable clothes—a thick sweater that worked more as a short, barely covering dress—and keep your tailleur instead.
anakin just watches you squirm and use your only cloth as a barrier, his blue eyes gleaming with wicked delight before a low chuckle escapes his lips. his hand, determined in feeling more, comes to rest atop the hoodie mound you just created after abruptly pushing yours away, pressing down against the fabric just enough to feel the warmth and dampness underneath.
"'hand away'…" he teases mockingly, his voice resonating with that deep sound that is exclusively his. "think you got the power to make demands, princess? after i haven’t seen you for an entire day?" a playful, yet starved edge lines his words with a smirk. his fingers begin to move in a slow, deliberate circle over the hoodie, not enough to touch directly, but the implication is there—a reminder of the control he holds over your pretty body.
it gets you writhing and panting instantly, and as you wrap your hand around his wrist to try and move him away, the pressure only gets more insistent. so much, that what sounds like a tiny moan flips out of your mouth. you really thought you had the strength to push him away? tsk.
“a-ani…c-c’mon…” you cry, but your hips were betraying you by basically humping against his hand.
he simply scoffs at your pitiful wail, enjoying the friction of your core over his digits. “never this drenched. not even when i cum all over it.”
the car's engine hums and thrums to life as anakin lets his hand linger over your hidden cunt, driving you insane with the need for more in only seconds. yet, he never really gives you what you need. you were always so fucking perfect with your innocent blush and eager body—he loves how you respond to him so quickly, despite your best efforts. even if, at times, he has to push you a bit more. but it’s alright, because your pussy always spoke louder than your useless words.
anakin’s other hand grips the shifter, his knuckles white as he pulls it into reverse, his gaze finally breaking away from you to check the mirrors. his actions dual; driving the car while driving you mad, and it was an easy combination to him. probably it became a skill after all the other times he fingered you in that passenger seat, making you cum more than one time in less than six miles.
and even as he pulls out of the parking spot, he keeps his eyes on the task while his body did not—his driving smooth and practiced, while his fingers softly toy with you.
"quiet now, angel." he murmurs, licking his lips in what seems a concentrated—yet unbothered—expression. “don’t wanna be pulled over by cops while i milk my fingers, right?”
the car backs out from the parking lot and, as he finds the way to the road home, the vibrations of the moving vehicle add an entirely new layer to the torture you are already being put under. your doe eyes look like more interested in the movements of his fingertips rather than the road ahead, and your hole clutches around nothing.
and then, anakin found your clit even through all those layers of fabric, pushing a full-on moan out of your lungs. how the hell does he manage that? every fucking time?
“b-babe…please—” you grit out while your body heat increases more and more, and your soaked panties practically damp the sweater too.
"hey. told ya, quiet.” anakin commands again, this time way sterner than before. “if you can stay silent and good, maybe—maybe—you’ll get the reward you’re dripping for. but make even a little noise, and i’ll leave you wantin’ and aching all the damn way back."
his hand presses a little harder before pulling away completely, making you tremble at the loss, before it reaches for the gear shift to help drive on the dark street. "so…let’s see how good my little princess can really be, hm?"
your lover could feel the stickiness on his fingertips, highlighting his hunger. god, he could still taste the sweetness of your pussy from the previous night, and the scent of your arousal is the car made his pupils dilate. but there’s nothing more easy for anakin than to have self control when it comes to teasing you. so he stays in his seat, driving carelessly, as if his index and middle didn’t just turn you into a heated whore.
but tonight, you are having none of it. who does he think he is? making fun of you like that? after you had one of the most stressful days of the week at work, and even told him? hell the fuck no. just like he started, he was gonna make you finish.
“mmhm! no!” you huff out, your hands clutching the excessively long sleeves of your sweater before smacking right onto your thighs in frustration. “p-put it back there!” the pout on your face mixes with what seems a frown—this was a stance that you never dared to take before, but that now came automatically at his carefree demeanor and actions.
“now.”
whiny brat.
at your defiance, anakin’s sharp jaw clenches tightly and almost immediately. a surge of possessiveness tightens around his heart like a vice, the call to put you back in your damn place taking over any restraint he had been putting onto his own emotions. that sudden insistence in your voice makes him laugh dryly, simply not to reach out and pull your hair like you fucking deserved.
"ahhh, what did i say about zipping it?" his voice is a lethal purr, and his eyes, blue like shards of ice, caught yours in the review mirror. "seems someone’s already beggin’ for punishment." and as he continues to navigate the deserted streets, the silence of the night around you feels almost like an accomplice to whatever was about to happen inside that poor range rover.
but still, you don’t relent, staring right back into his eyes as your lids turn into two thin lines. “i’m not.” you respond, fists tightening even more with rage.
anakin drums his fingers on the steering wheel, the rhythmic tapping sending a message of impatience as he considers your outburst with a sickening silence. with a quick glance to ensure the road is empty, he slows the car, almost to a crawl. the sudden braking gets you to jerk forward, but thankfully the seatbelt prevents you from hitting your head. it makes you yelp, though, and your eyes squeeze.
"you want it there, right? is that how you ask for something, you snappy brat?” he almost barks at you, noticing how your expression is a mixture of defiance and surprise before snapping his eyes fully back towards the road.
and then, anakin reaches over with a masterful slowness, allowing the back of his knuckles to graze across the swell of your breast through the sweater, then down your stomach, before hovering just millimeters away from your needy, aching pussy. “touch this?” the scent emanating from there is still so strong, the window couldn't air it out.
“y-yeah…” you gulp, following the path of his hand with your trembling eyes, while thinking that your little tantrum did the thing. but the next words he speaks get that smug and aroused expression off of your face just as quickly as it came.
"want me to touch your pathetic cunt? funny. you break the rules, sweet girl, you get nothin'." his voice is firm yet threaded with a dark desire. "you keep being this disobedient...hmmph, i might just have to spank that pretty ass of yours until you remember who's in charge here.” then, just as abruptly, he shifts his hand away, up to the damn shift again.
now, you think twice before humming a lament. last time he slapped your ass, you were barely able to sit.
"but if you’re good—and i mean real good—you’ll get what's coming to you. i’ll fuck your worthless hole until you're screamin', breed you until you can't think...all those dirty things you like."
“i-i’m not being—” but you don’t even manage to finish your phrase as anakin makes a hard turn, taking the rover to a more secluded area—a field just by the street, apparently empty. your nails claw at each side of your seat, trying to keep you steady, and that belt helps you once again.
he told you to be fucking quiet, why you still speaking?
the headlights illuminated the open space as he pulls over, then switches off the engine, and turns in his seat to face you properly. "fucking crybaby." anakin sneered, glaring your startled body up and down. "listen up. you've got one chance to show me how good you can be for daddy. are you gonna take it, or do i have to remind you just how hard i can make that little pussy beg for me?"
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roadtrip IV
pairing: anakin x reader (modern au)
summary: you and anakin discuss last night’s events and try to have a normal day on the beach… to no avail.
warnings: suggestive comments
words: 2.3k
a/n: i’m just realizing how slow this story is progressing, but i hope y’all are liking the way it’s going. don’t worry i have a plan for the reader to get their revenge next chapter. as always, much love! <3
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part III
The next morning you roll over on the couch. The sun was shining through the sliding glass doors that lead to the small porch overlooking the beach. Your head was pounding. Of course you had a weed hangover. You grab your phone off of the coffee table.
10:23 a.m.
You wondered if Anakin was awake. You didn't want things to be awkward after last night especially because you aren't even sure if he meant what he said.
But you and Anakin have been best friends since you were babies. You've seen each other in your best and worse times. You doubt this minor situation will affect anything.
Your head continues to pound as you sit up.
The bright morning sunlight shines through the glass doors, and the cool sea breeze hits your face.
You look at your phone, and see a text message from Anakin.
"Hey, are you awake?"
Anakin's text message is the only evidence of last night's events, but you're certain he still remembers.
You roll your eyes at his message. He's too lazy to just walk out of the bedroom to come check.
You get up off of the couch and open the bedroom door to see Anakin twisted in the bedsheets with his hair sticking up in different places. You assumed he was in the same place you were with the whole weed hangover.
"You literally could've just walked out and checked to see if I was awake."
Anakin rolls over, and speaks with a tired tone of voice.
"I'm just tired, okay? Give me a second..."
His eyes look bloodshot, and you get the sense that he's had quite a heavy night.
Anakin yawns, and looks at you.
"Hey..."
You get in the bed, laying your head on one of the pillows and face Anakin.
"Hi..."
Anakin smiles at you, but the smile quickly disappears from his face.
He sits up in bed, and rubs his eyes.
Anakin lets out a deep breath, and looks at you.
"Look... about last night..."
His voice is hesitant, and you get the impression that he's trying to find the words to express his thoughts.
"Did I really say all of that?"
"Look it's fine. I already know what you are going to say, it was a mistake. You don't have to explain yourself." You sit up as well.
Anakin looks at you, and then speaks with a nervous chuckle.
"Well here's the thing... I don't think it was a mistake... and it wasn't just the weed talking either."
He pauses for a moment, and looks at you with a sense of vulnerability.
"I meant that. Every word... I've felt that way for a long time..."
"If you really meant that, you wouldn't have been sleeping around with Padme." You get off the bed and start to make your way to the door.
Anakin stands up, and starts to follow you.
"Wait. It's not like that. When I'm with you, it just feels different. The way you look at me, the way you touch me...."
Anakin's voice becomes deeper, and more sincere.
"It feels like you actually want me. Like you actually care. But it never feels like that with Padme."
"But you still want her. It's obvious. Look Ani. I've always loved you. I've always wanted you. I've always looked at you as more than a friend. You can't say the same. You can't blame me for being skeptical. You need to figure out your emotions, and I'm willing to let you do that." You tell him.
"In the meantime, let's make our last week of summer count. After this we won't get to see each other every day. I don't know about you but I'm going to the beach."
Anakin pauses for a moment, and then sighs.
"I understand why you feel like this, but believe me... it isn't true..."
Anakin looks at you, and then smiles slightly.
"But yeah... we should definitely enjoy the last few days of our summer together. Then afterwards, I'd be happy to have a chance to show you I really meant everything I said last night."
He walks over to you, and puts his arm around your shoulder.
You sling his arm off of you and laugh.
"I'm gonna change and pack us lunch so we can just eat on the beach. We can meet on the balcony."
Anakin nods silently, and walks out of the room.
From the hallway, you hear Anakin calling out to you.
"I'll see you on the balcony then!"
The words still hang in the air, and you can't help but replay what happened last night in your mind.
Was Anakin just playing a trick on you, or did he really mean what he said?
Either way, you can't help but wonder how the rest of your summer is gonna go...
You step out on the balcony to see Anakin already there in his swim trunks and a cut of shirt. You couldn't help but to let your eyes linger on his toned arms.
He had a towel slung over his shoulder and a pair of sunglasses propped on his head.
You had on your swimsuit and sunglasses. All your essentials (and Anakin's since you basically had to pack everything for him) were in a big beach bag in your right hand, while the small cooler containing lunch for the both of you, was in your left.
Anakin smiles at you, and looks at the small cooler in your arm.
"Thanks."
Anakin takes the cooler out of your hand, and kisses you on the cheek.
You feel his lips on your face, and you smile slightly.
Anakin sets the cooler on the balcony, and then looks out at the ocean.
"Should we head out to the beach then?"
"Yeah, I think I grabbed everything."
You both walk down the steps on the balcony that lead to the beach.
Anakin walks ahead of you, and kicks up small patches of sand while he walks.
You follow behind him, and the two of you walk along the sandy beach-shore towards the ocean.
The sound of the waves hitting the shoreline fill your ears, and the smell of salty ocean air fills your nose.
As you walk, Anakin's hand brushes against your knee.
When you turn to look at him, you can see that he's grinning.
He's always been flirty with you throughout your teenage years, but it's gotten more intense since last night.
The beach wasn't too crowded. You and Anakin picked the spot in front of the small house you had rented for the week and laid out your towels and sat all your stuff down.
The two of you lay down on your towels, and Anakin wraps an arm around you as you look out at the ocean.
The sun shines brightly, and the sand feels hot on your skin.
You look at Anakin, and he smiles softly at you from underneath his sunglasses.
"I know you didn't pack it, but can I have some suntan lotion?"
Anakin speaks with a joking tone, and you notice a slight redness starting to form on his bare shoulders and arms.
"Ha ha. You're so funny." You glare at him.
You dig through the big bag and finally find the sunscreen and toss it to Anakin.
Anakin catches the bottle, and starts to rub the lotion on his arms.
As he applies the lotion, his arm brushes against your thigh.
Anakin continues to speak in a joking tone, and his eyes flash at you as he says the next words:
"Hey there. Mind helping me get my back too?"
"Sure."
Usually this wouldn't be weird. But after last night...
You grab the bottle of sunscreen and squirt a generous amount on the palm of your hand. You rub it in between your hands for a second to warm it up then bring your hand to Anakin's back.
You work your way from his shoulders to his lower back, rubbing in the lotion. You could feel his muscles stiffen and flex as you ran your hands gently over them.
Anakin lets out a grunt, and tilts his head to the side to give you better access to his back.
You can feel the muscles in Anakin's back flexing and clenching under your touch.
His face is flushed, and he looks at you with his sunglasses on.
You can't help but notice how close you are together, and how intimate this moment feels at this particular moment.
"There." You say as you finish.
Anakin sits up and looks at you.
"You need some sunscreen too, want some help?"
"Uh..." You hesitate.
Anakin speaks with a teasing tone, and puts his sunglasses on top of his head.
"C'mon... I won't bite..."
He smiles at you, and waits for your response.
You can feel your face flushing, as Anakin's words from last night echo through your head.
"Fine. Just... don't make it weird."
You answer, with slight hesitation in your voice.
You lay down on your stomach on your towel so Anakin has easy access to your body.
Anakin kneels down on the towel, and starts to apply the sunscreen to your bare-back.
His hands brush your skin, as he slowly and gently rubs in the lotion.
Your skin begins to tingle, and you can feel Anakin's body so close to yours.
Anakin continues to speak with a joking tone as he rubs sunscreen on your back.
"Well if I were to bite you... where would you want me to bite you..."
"Anakin." You say in a stern tone.
If you weren't giving him time to sort his shit out with Padme right now, there are so many things you would've said.
Anakin stops applying sunscreen for a moment, and takes his sunglasses off.
He turns his head, and looks at you with a slight smirk.
"What? I'm just asking..."
Anakin's tone is playful, though there's a hint of something else mixed into it.
"I just thought it would be fun to ask... especially when I'm already this close to your skin. It's tempting..."
Anakin brings his sunglasses back down to his eyes, and resumes applying sunscreen to your back.
You just continue laying there leaving him in silence for an answer. You didn't want to say something stupid, so you said nothing at all.
Anakin smiles to himself, and continues applying sunscreen to your back.
He slowly works down to your lower back, where he pauses his work for a moment.
Anakin runs his hands up and down your lower back, and then leans closer to you.
His breath hits your neck as he whispers the next words.
"I think I know where I want to bite you..."
He leans forward, and places his mouth on your back.
You feel Anakin's lips on your skin, and you're instantly reminded of last night.
You immediately shiver.
"Anakin." You breath out.
"No. I'm not doing this while you are still involved with Padme."
You sit up.
Anakin sighs softly, and stands up.
He takes a step back, and puts on his sunglasses once again.
Anakin looks at you seriously, though you hear a joking tone in his voice once again.
"Fine. But I'll just have to bite you tonight when we go back to the house."
Anakin grins, and then runs his hands through his hair.
"But I promise that I'll make it worth your while..."
"Figure your shit out. Make up your mind. Then we can continue." You say straight-forwardly.
"Alright... but I'm still gonna bite you tonight. Just so you know."
Anakin keeps a slight smirk on his face, and then sits down next to you on the towel.
He looks out at the ocean and sighs softly.
"So... I didn't expect us to be here."
You can feel the tension in Anakin's voice, and you know he's still trying to process what happened last night.
"Me and Padme... I don't know what to do right now..."
"I don't want to talk about her. When I say 'figure it out' that means to figure it out in your own mind."
You roll over and dig your book out of your bag and begin to read while laying under the hot sun.
Anakin sits there in silence next to you, and looks at you holding your book.
He stares at you for a moment, and then speaks up.
"Can I ask you a question?"
He pauses for a moment, and then looks down at his hands.
"You've gotta know by now how I feel about you right? I mean, it may have been kinda obvious at times... but I just want to know what you think..."
Anakin looks at you with a slight smile, and you feel a bit of hope surge within you.
"You're making it awkward. I told you to forget about it for now. Let's just hang out like usual. Like best friends." You sigh.
Anakin remains silent for a moment, as if he's trying to process your words.
"Yeah... alright then."
Anakin sighs softly and leans back on his towel.
You and Anakin lay side by side in silence, looking out at the ocean.
The sun beats down on your skin, and for the first time you realize how close the two of you are laying together.
Anakin leans over and bumps his shoulder with yours.
He stares out at the ocean, and you feel the hair on his arms softly brush against your skin.
It's going to be hard for you to resist Anakin for the rest of the trip, but you want to make sure he's actually over Padme before you get romantically involved him. It would destroy you if you thought he was finally your and he ran back to Padme again. But you will wait for him. As long as it takes.
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you’re my medicine ꕤ (a.s)
pairing: anakin skywalker x fem!reader
summary: you’re convinced you don’t like anakin, and that he loves to get under your skin. but one summer, you find out just how wrong you’ve been.
genre: fluff + angst + smut (18+ mdni) modern/lifeguards!au
word count: 16,5k+ (oops... bon appétit)
tags/warnings: frenemies/enemies to lovers (it’s one sided but oh well 🫣), miscommunication, assumed unrequited love from both sides, reader described as shorter than anakin, mutual pining, alcohol consumption, an oc as readers best friend, inexperienced/virgin!reader, a bit of thigh riding, unprotected sex, piv sex, loss of virginity, soft!dom anakin, sub!reader, vaginal fingering, oral (f!receiving), kinda pleasure!dom? idk… I just love pleasure doms, multiple orgasms, creampie, a bit of daddy kink, some breeding kink, overstimulation, size kink, lots of pet names.
a/n: hellooo this is my very first anakin fic. this idea came up to me when I couldn’t sleep and I just. had to fantasise about it… and eventually I just. started writing it. anyways anakin is a new special interest and I’m literally obsessed with him. I just love him sm. ALSO! the title is inspired by bisous by aya nakamura! it’s a french song and I just. associate it a lot with him. hehe anyways ,, hope u enjoy <3 🥺
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Aquasplash, a water park in the south of France, near the French Riviera. Around sixty kilometres from Nice located in a city called Fréjus.
Every summer, you come down to the south for eight weeks, to work as a lifeguard. The water park held too many children, multiple variations of slides, impressive sized pools and Anakin Skywalker.
Unbelievable.
He’s always here during summer. Every year for the last three years and you can’t seem to understand why he keeps coming back to this particular place. It’s not like there aren’t any water parks overseas.
You can’t stand him sometimes. You know that hate is a strong word. One you try not to use often. But the frustration you feel whenever Anakin is around you consumes you to the point where you can’t even spare him a look sometimes.
You don’t necessarily dislike the man, it’s just that he gets on your nerves in such a unique way and you can’t stand it. You truly can’t remember the last time you genuinely enjoyed his company.
He’s so charming, flirty, arrogant and just overall obnoxious. For some reason, he tries to make your life difficult. It can’t be for nothing. He thinks he can just come into your favourite summer job and sweet talk his way up to becoming one of the assistant managers. The job that you so desperately wanted, ripped away from you by the prettiest and most self-assured man you’ve ever met. All in the year when you thought you could become friends.
He ruined it all.
Yet, he’s still trying to be nice to you since day one. Too nice. You can’t seem to understand why someone would try to make you like them when all you did was being rude to them.
Either way, Anakin Skywalker is a fucking menace.
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It is early in the morning, the heat is already rising, warm and hazy, promising a hot summer day.
You drive out of the centre of the city, the sun shining, windows down and the radio blasting your favourite pop song at the moment as you hum along to the tune.
Once you see the “Aquasplash” sign you take the first turn right, moving off the main road, slowly following the small road towards the water park’s entrance. The sound of gravel crumbling underneath the wheels of your car gives you a nostalgic feeling. Bringing you back to when you would come here with your family every summer.
As you pull your car into the staff parking lot of the water park and turn off the engine, you exhale loudly before closing your eyes briefly. You enjoy the short moment of peace as you listen to your surroundings. All you can hear are the seagulls squawking in the distance and the buzz of insects around you.
“There’s my favourite princess.”
There goes your peace and quiet.
You swear under your breath, “fucking hell,” as you let your head fall against the top of your steering wheel. You slowly open your eyes as you give him a side glance.
Anakin is leaning against the right side of his car, staring at you with his arms crossed and a smirk on his face.
“Skywalker.” you greet him rather unfriendly, your voice filled with annoyance.
He shakes his head with a chuckle. “You don’t seem that happy to see me.”
“Nope.”
A frown forms on his face, but as quickly as it appeared it vanishes. He composes himself and a grin replaces it. “Ouch! You wound me sweetheart, I thought you’d miss me.”
“Missing you? Boy please.” You scoff and roll your eyes before you push your car door open, hitting Anakin softly with your door, pushing him out of your way after you take your duffle bag out of the passenger’s seat.
You don’t spare him another glance as you make your way to the entrance of the park, locking your car with a press of a button.
“I know you’re lying!” He shouts before you hear him follow you.
This time you don’t reply. Too annoyed to give him your time of day. Anakin loves to bother you, loves having your attention on him at all times. You’re aware you’re a stubborn person and it never seems to make him stop to try and get you to look at him, to notice him.
You head towards the office near the entrance of the park. As you enter the building you notice that it’s full. You smile as you recognise some of your colleagues from last year and you wave at them.
You hear a familiar voice calling out for you and you can’t help but squeal as you see that it’s Padmé Amidala. You quickly drop your bag as you both envelope each other in a big hug.
“I’ve missed you so much!” She cheers as she squeezes you close to her.
“Not as much as I missed you.” You smile as you pull away, winking at her.
“Impossible.” She tsks playfully. Her eyes move to Anakin who stands behind you and she gives him a friendly smile. “Hi Anakin.”
Anakin greets Padmé, before making his way further in the room. He comes to stand close to Obi Wan who is once again the manager for the summer.
“Alright, now that everyone has arrived, let’s get started with everyone’s assigned tasks and positions.”
As he starts talking you zone out, still feeling quite tired from your long drive yesterday to the south coast. Padmé smiles knowingly as she sneaks a glance at you.
Around fifteen minutes pass and he’s still going giving everyone orientation and their assignments, until you hear him call out your name.
“Yes?” You blink as you make eye contact with him.
“You and Anakin are partners for the summer.”
“What?” You exclaim. You can’t believe what you’re hearing.
You see from your peripheral view Anakin smiling at you cheekily and you can’t help but move your face to his direction, narrowing your eyes at him. He shrugs at your expression and then returns his attention back to his friend.
“What this means for you two,” Obi Wan continues with a smile as you huff out in protest, “is that you will have to share most posts together.” He says as he hands out your timetable.
“Alright, is this all?” You ask impatiently.
“Yes—”
You sigh and roll your eyes dramatically before grabbing your bag and your friend’s hand, tugging her along with you, making her chuckle as you walk out the building to go to the changing rooms. Your colleagues shuffle out slowly afterwards.
“Not a word.” you grumble.
Padmé’s eyes shine mischievously, as she presses her lips into a thin line in mock seriousness and makes a motion to zip her mouth with the hand you’re not holding.
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So far, the first two weeks are uneventful.
Every day whenever the visitors arrive, you are constantly busy. You’ve switched posts here and there but other than that nothing worth mentioning happened so far.
Anakin and you have been sharing the same posts but not that much either so it has been a rather peaceful two weeks for you.
But this afternoon, you’re partnered with him again to observe the main pool of the water park together.
“I don’t get it,” your colleague and one of your best friends, Padmé, smirks, eyeing you as she’s sitting at the table in one of the staff's kitchens while you slice strawberries for the both of you. “Anakin isn’t as bad as you make him to be.”
“Padmé…” you groan annoyingly before you continue, “that’s because he didn’t take the job you so desperately wanted for so long.” You’re already tired of this conversation, and it barely started.
Maybe it’s your own fault, for comparing yourself to him or that you resent him for getting that job. You’re quite literally aware of how childish it sounds, but you can’t seem to care. You know how much you deserved that job.
Your friend rolled her eyes at your words. “You should really let this go, it’s not healthy. Besides… It's been two years—”
You cut her off instantly, continuing your rant. “He can’t just come here and take everything from me. He is already one of the best swimmers and lifeguards out there. He is so fucking ‘pretty’ and smart, he always gets whatever he fucking wants anyways. What else does he want?”
You tangle your fingers through your hair in frustration as you sigh loudly.
“Maybe…” she begins hesitantly and your gaze meets hers. “Maybe, he didn’t want to steal this ‘job’ from you. Ever thought that he wanted this job just as much as you?”
You scoff but she continues with a small smile. “And perhaps, my dear friend, you should try and be friendly with him. I meant when I said it isn’t healthy to hold such a grudge for two years. He is only trying to be nice to you.”
“Yeah sure,” you huff as you cross your arms in front of your chest. “He’s too confident around me, trying to get under my skin at all times.”
“Under your skin? I think he just likes you.” Padmé says with a smug smile.
“L-likes me?” You splutter as you feel your cheeks burn hot.
Your friend shrugs nonchalantly, “it seems obvious to me.”
Padmé isn’t right, she can’t be.
“Anakin Skywalker doesn’t like me. Nor do I like him.” You whisper harshly as you sit down across from her with your plate full of strawberries.
“Of course.” She says as she grabs a strawberry from your plate, her voice sounding nothing but sarcastic as she rolls her eyes for the second time since she started this conversation.
“What?” You level her with a glare. “What does that mean?”
“It means that you’re in denial, that's what.” She says impatiently.
Before you can even reply back, the man himself enters the room with a wide smile. You can’t help but stare at him as he greets the both of you. He’s wearing a white shirt that stretches across his chest, with the blue logo of the water park centred in the middle and red swimming trunks. His hair looks messy but he looks so beautiful, it’s unfair. The fact that he let his hair grow out makes him even more pretty. You’d be lying if you didn’t find him attractive, he’s extremely handsome but you would never admit that to anyone out loud. During the time that you spent observing him, eyes trailing up and down the tall length of him, you didn’t notice how Anakin did the same to you.
“Ready to get back to work?” He asks rather enthusiastically.
“Sure, Anakin. I’m still on my break though. Let me finish eating and I’m good to go.”
His face lights up at your words. He doesn’t say anything and just regards you with a small smile as he leans against the nearest wall.
“What?” You feel yourself grow warm under his mirthful stare. Feeling rather embarrassed as he looks at you. “Why are you looking at me like that?”
He shrugs, the smile not leaving his face. “You never call me by my name.”
You stare up at him, suddenly confused. You think about what he just said, trying to recall a time where you would call him by his first name. But you don’t remember anything. You always call him by his last name or ‘skyguy’. Heat overwhelms your body at the realisation.
“Well, okay. Don’t make me regret it.” You try to say as nonchalant as you can while trying to avoid looking at anyone, instead staring down your plate.
You don’t have to look at Padmé to know that she’s staring at you, her smirk dripping with amusement.
“I won’t,” He winks before moving away from the wall. “See you at the main pool, sweetheart.” He says with a wave as he leaves the room completely.
You feel relieved once he’s gone, exhaling as you finally meet your friend’s gaze as she looks at you knowingly. “What?”
“Nothing.” She shrugs with faux innocence.
“That look does not say nothing, Padmé.” You look at her pointedly.
The brown haired girl laughs and shakes her head. You narrow your eyes at her as she continues to giggle.
“What’s so funny?” You huff as you cross your arms in front of your chest.
“Well, it’s funny that you’re so oblivious to each other's feelings. Your own feelings specifically.”
Hot warmth blooms across your chest at her words, until blood rushes to your ears, but you scoff either way. “What do you mean, feelings? There are no feelings. I don’t like him.”
You say it confidently even if you could hear a tiny distant voice in the back of your head calling you a liar. You push another strawberry in your mouth as she chuckles at your words.
“You’re not fooling anyone but yourself.” She snorts.
You both fell in silence, mostly because you’re ignoring her. By now the plate of berries is empty and all you can do is stare at it. You sigh dramatically as you pick up your plate, moving to put it in the dishwasher after rinsing it off.
“Anyways, my break is over. I’ll see you later.” You say as you make your way to the door.
“Don’t forget, we’re going out tonight!” Padmé calls after you.
“How could I forget, you’ve been mentioning it every day at least once this week.” You smirk as she sticks her tongue out at you playfully.
“Don’t act like you haven’t been looking forward to it.” She says as she points a finger at you.
“Yeah, yeah… anyways, see you after work!”
“Have fun with your loverboy!”
You flip her off and all you can hear are her giggles as you leave the room.
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The air is thick with humidity, the summer heat enveloping you completely, and smells like chlorine. The sun is beaming down on you as you’re sitting on one of the big red lifeguards chairs. You’ve been observing the pool all afternoon, sometimes blowing your whistle whenever some children would do water bombs too excessively.
Anakin is leaning against your chair. You’re simultaneously looking out after all the swimmers in the pool and occasionally listening to Anakin ramble about anything he feels like sharing with you.
“Sometimes,” you ponder out loud, “I wonder why Obi Wan paired us two together and— hold on, why are you blushing?”
“W-what? I’m not blushing.” Anakin splutters as his face flushes more as he averts his gaze.
A devilish smile spreads across your face. “Sure you are.”
“I am not.” He huffs as he continues to try and avoid looking at you. He looks kind of shy all of a sudden. His face is still flushed, his eyes are bright and his plump lips look so kissable— hold on, why are you thinking about his lips? And why do you want to kiss them? You try to mentally shake the thought out of your head but the damage has already been made. You feel a hot flash of warmth spread over your whole body.
You genuinely hope that he doesn’t notice any of that.
You raise your brows at him, crossing your arms over your chest. You tilt your head as you stare at him.
“Anakin, do you have anything to do with us being paired?”
“Of course not,” he says quickly, looking flustered.
“Mmm yeah, sure.” You smirk, entirely entertained by the way his gaze keeps avoiding yours. His silence is enough to make you giggle but you can’t enjoy it that long though.
“Why does it matter?” He says more confidently, finally looking at you directly. “Is something up with you? I’ve noticed that you haven’t insulted me in a while.”
You blink at him as your smile fades as heat flashes your face, because you actually don’t know what to reply to him. Anakin is right, you haven’t been insulting him for at least a week.
You don’t answer him instantly like you usually do, and he chuckles as he shakes his head at you.
“What?” You say a bit nervously, but you quickly collect yourself, crossing your arms in front of your chest as you roll your eyes at him. “No, of course not. I’m completely fine. In fact I’m keeping all the insults for later.”
“Uh-huh, sure you are.” He says his lips twisting to hide his amusement, his voice dripping with sarcasm.
“Yes, I am.” You say with confidence.
He’s just watching you and you feel yourself grow warmer under his stare. Suddenly you feel very hot, feeling overwhelmingly warm. Maybe it's the summer weather, or maybe it’s something else.
As silence falls between you two it gives you a bit of time to think. About how the man is always being nice to you. Teasing you, being playful with you. The way he always tries to catch your attention. The way he loves to banter with you.
Or how you notice a lot of things about him lately.
Like how his skin tans so easily, how when he gets a bit too close you notice he has some green speckles in his eyes, how blue and black looks so good on him. Or how his white shirts tend to cling on him so well. Or how no matter which room he’s in, whenever he smiles he lights up the whole room. Or how the whole world seems to stop whenever he looks at you.
You gasp as you look at him, hopping off your chair, walking closer to the tall man.
“What?” He snorts.
“I know what you’re doing.” You narrow your eyes up at Anakin as you walk closer to him, poking a finger into his warm solid chest.
“What am I doing exactly?” He looks down at you with an amused smile on his face, looking entirely too entertained. He’s so fucking charming, it’s infuriating you.
Your skin feels extremely flushed, a bit damp, your hair is sticking to your neck and sweat is beading at your chest, your skin and red bikini clinging to your shirt.
“Stop being—” You stumble over your breath, as it hitches in your throat, realising that you’re both standing way too close to each other. You are close enough that you can see the outline of his features, the faint slope of his nose, his jawline, or the scar near his right eye. Both of your chests are almost brushing, his warmth radiating off on you.
“Stop being what? Or rather, doing what?” He says, a smile still on his face. Why is he still smiling?
You try to put some distance again between the both of you, but as you do you almost trip, and his arms move quickly, hands coming to steady you on your waist.
“Careful sweetheart, don’t want you to hurt yourself.”
“What?” A sense of panic envelopes you as you realise that his hands are still on you. Anakin’s hands feel warm and wide as his palms rest on you, over your shirt. His touch feels dizzying and it feels as if you are growing warmer by the second.
“Angel—”
“No,” You shake your head frantically, as you push his hands off you. “Stop being so nice to me all the time, stop trying to distract me, stop giving me all those pet names. Just stop. I know what you’re trying to do.” He looks at you with wide eyes as you’re going off on a rant, not able to stop. “You’re trying to get to know everything about me, trying to be all nice so I let my guard down so you can just strike and take, just like you did last time.”
He looks down at the space between the both of you, tilting his head to the side as he frowns.
“Sweetheart, what do you mean last time?”
“You know exactly what I mean.” You mumble as you look away.
“No I don’t.” Genuine confusion and concern graces his features. “Also, am I truly distracting you?”
“Huh?” Your cheeks flush with warmth at his words as simultaneously you feel your anxiety bubbling up inside you, embarrassment overwhelming you.
“You said I’m distracting—”
“I didn’t,” you cut him off nervously as the warmth in your face continued to rise, still not sparing him a glance.
Anakin says your name in such a soft manner, as he tries to get you to look at him. Suddenly you have had enough of this conversation. Thankfully the loudspeakers announce that the park is closing in half an hour, saving you from talking more about the subject.
“I’d love to stay and chat but I have other places to be!” You say hurriedly as you quickly walk away from him. You ignore him as he calls out after you multiple times, determined to get home as quickly as you can so you could start and enjoy your weekend off.
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You’re slowly swirling your straw in your favourite cocktail as you’re staring off in the distance, while you’re sitting on a lounge sofa at the new and fancy rooftop bar Padmé convinced you both to go to. Everything feels a bit hazy, probably because of the alcohol that’s warming up your body or maybe it’s the dimmed colourful lightning and the smoke that hangs a bit in the air.
Your thoughts keep wandering off to earlier today, about the way Anakin looked so confused and how concerned he was when you had your whole rant in front of him. He genuinely looked like he didn’t know what you were talking about when you insinuated that he hurt you last time. What if he actually didn’t know—
You feel your friend nudge you as your thoughts continue to wander. “Did you hear what I just said?”
“Huh?” You blink as you look at her. You were so immersed in your own thoughts that you didn’t hear what she was talking to you about. “No, I’m sorry. Could you please repeat it?”
“Alright,” Padmé sighed. “What happened earlier?”
“I don’t know what you’re talking about.” You mumble as you avoid her gaze.
“Come on,” Padmé whispers your name, “I know something happened between you and Anakin.”
You exhale loudly, staring at your drink, shrugging. “There’s nothing much to talk about.”
“Okay, well. If you eventually feel like talking about it, let me know.” She gives you a small smile.
“Thanks, I appreciate it,” you give her a grateful smile back as you squeeze her hand that’s closest to yours.
You pull away, leaning against the sofa as you enjoy the last bits of light. The air is still warm, as the sun is setting. You can still hear the soft relaxing music in the background despite the amount of people talking over it. You close your eyes for a moment as you feel a breeze hitting your face, caressing your skin and hair. You desperately needed a night out and you’re thankful for Padmé picking out this location.
“Man, I truly needed this.” You chuckle after you take a sip of your drink.
“You mean going out?” Padmé smirks, “I knew you’d love it.”
“Yeah, yeah,” You roll your eyes playfully, “you told me so.”
“Damn right I did.” She smiles cheekily. “You always love going out.”
“Not as much as staying at home though.” You argue as your lips curl into a smirk.
“True, true.”
You both talk and properly catch up, finally taking the time to hear each other's stories since the last time you’ve been able to do so was months ago. She laughs as you tell her about all your dating experiences from the past year. Your dating life is quite literally a disaster. You can’t seem to find someone in life that you can truly connect with. No matter what gender. You either end up with another friend or the dates just stay at the first date. You crave a true connection. Someone you can truly be yourself with. Someone that you can talk to about anything and everything and someone that is truly there for you.
Minutes later your eyes stray from hers for a moment as you look across the bar, your smile slowly fading as you recognise Anakin and Obi Wan stepping out of the elevator that led to the rooftop. You feel your body flush with heat as you make eye contact with Anakin. You hate the way your body reacts whenever he’s around. It’s been reacting to him a lot more lately. He looks so incredibly handsome, annoyingly so, like he always does, but the lightning makes him look even more pretty. He smiles and gives you a quick wave before he leans closer to Obi Wan. He murmurs something in his friend’s ear as he gestures to the direction Padmé and you are sitting.
“What are they doing here?” You question as you continue to stare into their direction.
Padmé grins sheepishly at you after she looked behind her.
You narrow your eyes at your friend suspiciously. “You have something to do with this?”
“I may have invited them…” she flushes as she bites her lip.
“Why?” You groan.
You don’t care that you sound whiny, or that your voice sounds a bit panicked, you just don’t feel like spending a whole evening or night with Anakin Skywalker. A moment that was supposed to be relaxing.
“Because, we both like them. They are our friends.” She exclaims.
You’re not happy, or at least you convince yourself that you aren’t. But you don’t feel like arguing with Padmé right now. You decide at that moment that the both of you deserve to have a fun evening together and if you have to spend it with Anakin too then so be it.
“How did you let them know where we were?” You raise one of your brows at her.
“I texted them?” She looks at you as if you asked her the most ridiculous question in the world.
“Okay, yeah, stupid question.” You roll your eyes with a laugh.
“You know, you could always ask for Anakin's number. I’m pretty sure he’d give it to you happily. You’re his favourite girl after all.” She smiles deviously.
You huff, shaking your head in the process. “I don’t need—”
“Hey,” Obi Wan smiles as he greets the two of you, “sorry it took us so long.”
You feel your cheeks flush with embarrassment, you truly hope they didn’t hear what Padmé said. You greet them with a small smile and you finally look at Anakin, finding him already looking at you. He greets you with a small “hi” as he smiles before you see his eyes scan your outfit.
You’ve spent a good hour looking through all the clothes you brought along with you, debating which outfit would be the best for a night out. You wanted to look hot. So in the end you decided on wearing a black dress, one of those corset dresses with a deep plunge, with a thigh slit on the left side of the dress. You also have dark heels on, not too high but not that low either. You normally don’t like wearing heels, preferring your comfortable white sneakers, but Padmé insisted that wearing sneakers under such a pretty dress is a no-go. Plus you have a small black shoulder bag that’s sitting at your feet. As for your makeup, you’re wearing dark nude eyeshadow with smoked eyeliner, and on your lips you have some pinky nude shiny lip gloss.
You feel your body grow warmer under his gaze, and you can’t help but feel a bit shy and insecure. You don’t understand why, but you kind of crave his approval.
You’re taking in his outfit. He is wearing a white button-up shirt, his chest a bit more exposed and you have to force yourself not to look too long. You don’t want him to notice that you’re looking at his chest. He’s also wearing some nice blue jeans, the kind that just look good on anyone.
Padmé calls out your name, and as you face her she is already smirking at you. You can’t help but roll your eyes at her.
Anakin clears his throat, “we’re getting drinks, do you guys need anything?”
“No, we’re good. Thanks for asking.” Padmé smiles.
As both men leave to go to the bar, she turns to you once again.
“What was that?” Padmé smirks with amusement.
“What do you mean?” You mumble as you avert your eyes to your lap.
“Don’t act like you weren't staring at each other.” She says with a laugh.
You sigh heavily, “I don’t wanna talk about it.”
“Oh come on now.” She rolls her eyes playfully.
Before you can say anything back to your friend, you hear your name being called. Your eyes widen as you recognise that voice from anywhere. You quickly whip in your seat as you see one of your best friends standing there, Javier.
“No way?” You gasp before quickly making your way over to your friend to hug him. “Is this real?”
He chuckles as he envelopes you in a big hug. “I am very real, yes.”
Javier is one of your closest friends besides Padmé that you’ve made since working at Aquasplash. He is a Puerto Rican exchange student that came to France to study Engineering. He worked with you for two summers straight until he moved back. You missed him terribly and hadn’t seen him for at least two and a half years. He’s always been a person that could make you feel important. He had a sense of humour that actually made you laugh. He’s one of the smartest people you’ve ever met. A lot of people think you guys have feelings for each other but all the love you have for the man is purely platonic.
“You have no idea how much I missed you,” you chuckle as you pull back to look up at him.
“I missed you too, buddy.” He smiles warmly.
“How long are you staying?” You ask him hoping he isn’t here for a couple of days.
“I’m here on vacation for at least two months, so we can hang out as much as you’d like.”
“Ah finally, I almost thought you wouldn’t show up tonight.” Padmé says with a teasing look as she crosses her arms, still in her seat.
“You knew?” You gasp.
“Surprise?” She smiles sheepishly. The two of you laugh at her words.
“All these secrets.” You tsk playfully as you shake your head at Padmé.
A moment later Obi Wan and Anakin both return with drinks. The bearded man smiles brightly as he recognises your best friend.
“Oh, hi Javier,” Obi Wan says, “it’s been a long time. How have you been?”
As both Javier and Obi Wan are catching up, your eyes almost automatically drift to Anakin. His eyes are almost narrowing at how close you and Javier are standing. You look at him quizzically before he looks away and sits down across from your original seat.
You wonder why he was looking at the both of you like that. He looked almost jealous? You’re certain that couldn’t be the case, because you’re sure he doesn’t genuinely like you or feel about you in a romantic way. Besides, it’s not like you care. You don’t have much time to think about it, because Padmé gestures to you to come back to your seat, patting the space next to hers.
Once you are back in your seat your brown haired friend leans closer to you. “Javier looks so good.” Padmé whispers, loud enough for you to hear.
You snort, soon turning into a chuckle.
“Yeah?” You ask with an amused smile.
“Yeah,” she says as she bites her lip, hiding her shy smile.
“Oh, do you have a crush?” Your smile turns more wicked.
“Shut up.” She groans as she slaps your arm.
“Oh my god, you do.” You gasp.
“Quiet down,” She whispers as she looks around her, making sure that no one else hears them.
You giggle at her antics. “It’s okay, I think he has a crush on you too.”
“Really? You think so?” She asks with hopeful eyes.
Your smile turns soft as you nod. “Yeah, I’m sure. He tends to always look like a lovesick puppy around you.”
“You’re lying.” She pouts as she blushes furiously.
“Of course not.” You say as you look at her seriously.
“Hmh,” she looks at you in disbelief. As if you’re still not being truthful with her.
“Don’t tell him I told you this but,” you whisper as you look around you before continuing, “he talked about you a lot whenever we would hang out.”
You wouldn’t expose your friend like that if it wasn’t for a greater cause. You’re tired of the fact that two of your closest friends are pining after each other. Especially since now you know that Padmé has feelings for Javier too.
“No way.” Her eyes go wide at the information.
“Yes way.” You nod with a smile.
“Okay,” she bites her lip as the blush on her cheeks turns darker. “You think I should make a move?”
“Definitely, I think you should.”
A couple of moments later, Javier comes to sit next to Padmé. “What are you two talking about?”
You lean closer to the side as you make eye contact with your other friend. “Nothing you should concern yourself with.” You say quickly with the most saccharine smile ever.
“Rude,” he pouts dramatically. “Is this how you treat your best friend who you haven’t seen in over two years?”
You stick your tongue at him playfully in response.
After a few drinks and the night turning darker, as the stars in the sky become more visible, the air is still quite warm, you start to feel extremely at ease. Conversations flowed easily with all of you and it was truly a good feeling to be talking to everyone. Even Anakin. Especially him.
You’ve all been talking for almost two hours. And in those two hours, you’ve learned a lot about Anakin. Just like Javier, he’s studying engineering. The only difference is he's still studying abroad. He lives in Amsterdam apparently, which is your dream city to one day move into. He would laugh in such a sweet way as your eyes would widen at the information or your interest in the city. Would answer all your questions about one of your favourite cities in the world.
Or how you learned how much he loves to read during his free time. Or his favourite music, specifically how he is a huge fan of Coldplay. He loves all kinds of music. He said he can’t stick to one music genre. There’s so much more that you’ve learned about him.
The more you know about him, the less you dislike him. The less he irritates you. Maybe after all this time, the irritation was something else entirely, buried under the false pretence of dislike. Most likely it was just pure jealousy. You used to genuinely like him. He always makes you feel things in such a furious way. He makes you think about him constantly. No, you know that deep down it wasn’t just jealousy, it was more than that.
You know something has changed for you. What exactly, you don’t want to face yet. For now, you blame the atmosphere. Something in the air is making things shift around, feel different.
It’s only after you’ve emptied your second or third cocktail, you honestly have no idea, that Javier announces that all of you should do a game of truth or dare.
It’s as if the universe wants to play with you.
“Oh my god, no.” You groan.
“What’s up princess?” Anakin says with a teasing smile. “You got anything to hide?”
“W-what? No, of course not.” You stutter as you feel your body burn hot at his words.
“He does have a point.” Javier says as he tries to stifle a laugh.
“You should be on my side!” You exclaim dramatically.
Padmé snorts next to you.
You turn to look at Padmé, narrowing your eyes at her. “What about you?”
“I mean…” she shrugs as she tries to fight off the smirk on her face.
“Great.” You turn to look across from you, ignoring the way Anakin is smiling mischievously as he looks at you. “I guess I don’t have to ask for your thoughts on this?” You ask Obi Wan.
The man shrugs and you huff.
“I don’t see why we shouldn’t.”
You groan at his words.
“Come on, don’t be so dramatic.” Javier laughs. You look at him in a fake menacing way which makes your friend laugh even more. “Alright, alright. I will spare you, for now.” He gives you a look that says nothing but danger.
“How generous of you.” You huff, rolling your eyes at him.
“You’re first,” your best friend says as he looks at you. “You get to choose whoever you want.”
“Nice,” you say with a devilish grin. You’re thankful that you have some time to mentally prepare yourself for once it’s your turn. Because you are certain that if it’s Padmé’s or Javier’s turn that you’re doomed.
“Uh-oh,” Padmé says with apprehension.
“Javier,” you start, the man groaning loudly at the mention of his name. “Ok, hold on, why am I not allowed to be dramatic but you are?”
“I’m not being dramatic.” He scoffs, as if you had the audacity to accuse him of such a thing.
“Anyways,” you roll your eyes. “Truth or dare?”
“Dare,” he picks unhesitatingly.
You snicker at his choice. You pretend to think for a second before you clear your throat, “I dare you to kiss the hottest person in our group.”
Javier’s eyebrows rise together at your bold request. While Padmé blushes bright red next to you. Obi Wan is smirking as he looks at your two best friends. Anakin on the other hand, is frowning. You have no idea why though.
“Is that the dare?” He hesitates.
“Yep,” you smile brightly.
“You sure?” He questions again.
You sigh heavily. “Javier, you’re the one that wanted to play this game.”
He gulps before he looks down at the brown haired girl who sits in between the two of you. He moves closer to Padmé, cupping her cheek. “Is this okay?” Javier checks in with her.
Padmé nods her head shyly but without any hesitation. He says something under his breath that you can’t seem to catch before his lips connect with hers in a gentle kiss. Her arms move instantly, as she wraps them around his neck.
You whistle as the kiss between them gets a bit more deeper. Eventually they pull away as they gasp for air. Their foreheads are touching as they look at each other with small satisfied smiles.
“Finally.” You clap your hands as you smile with so much happiness, because your friends finally made a move on each other. You might’ve pushed them into the right direction, but you’re happy that they are showing their affection for each other now.
“You’re dangerous, girl.” Padmé laughs as she turns her head to look at you. But she looks truly thankful for what you did.
“Just doing God’s work.” You say with feigned innocence as you shrug.
“Before we continue, who wants another drink?” Obi Wan asks the rest of you as he stands up from his seat.
“Me!” You say a bit too quickly and loudly as you stand up from your seat, adjusting your dress as it rides up.
Obi Wan chuckles. He asks the rest of the group what they want as you write down everything down on your notes app so you don’t forget.
Once you have the orders down, you both make your way to the bar. You feel a pair of eyes on you as you walk away. A chill goes down your spine as you have a feeling who is looking at you. In fact you know you don’t have to turn your head to know that it’s most likely Anakin.
As you reach the bar, you lean over it and try to get one of the bartender's attention. It’s a bit busy, three other people are trying to order at the same time. One of them gives you a nod of acknowledgement, before he comes down to where you two are. Once he takes your order and you’ve paid for it, and leaves, Obi Wan clears his throat.
You raise your head, to look at him expectantly. “Hmm?”
“You know, I’m aware of how frustrated you are that Anakin got the assistant manager position and that you didn’t.” He says carefully. “They picked him because they felt like he was the most qualified.”
You feel slight irritation but mostly embarrassment bubbling up inside you at his words. As you’re about to open your mouth he continues.
“But I feel as if I am inclined to tell you this though.” He starts, “Anakin had a lot of other proposals from other workplaces for summer, other than Aquasplash. A lot of better ones actually. But still, he decided to take on this one.”
Your mouth drops slightly at the new information. Why would he want to come back every year if he had better places to work at. It doesn’t make any sense. Everyone knows that Anakin is insanely smart and talented. Plus, why would he travel so far just to work at a place every summer with a person like you. Someone that’s been rude to him most of the time.
“Why?” You frown.
“Why do you think so?” He asks with a small smile.
You laugh, still puzzled as you shake your head “I don’t know?”
“Sure,” he says as he gives you a look.
Suddenly, you feel overwhelmed as you think about all the moments where Anakin’s always been nice to you, even when you’re nothing but an asshole to him. The way he always tries to catch your attention. Trying to make you laugh. Or the way he loves to spend time with you even if you’re being mean to him. How playful he is. How he loves to tease you or how he seems to only have eyes for you lately. For years actually. Or when his smile would either brighten or soften whenever you enter the room or space he’s in. Or the longing looks he would give you sometimes.
No. You must be imagining things.
Your eyes widen as you look at Obi Wan again. You search for a reaction that tells you that you’re wrong. But he just smiles at you knowingly.
You don’t know how or why your feelings for Anakin seem to have shifted so much, all you know is that any trace of hatred you had towards him has disappeared, wiped away to make room for something else. Deep down, you know that this was all just a facade. You’re never truly angry with him. You never disliked him. It was all an act to protect how you always truly cared for or liked him. The feelings you so desperately tried to push away, a feeling that could only be described by a four lettered word. A feeling that might have been around for a long while.
And you’re sure you ruined everything, because you’re such an asshole.
Suddenly you feel a tightness in your chest. Your breath is turning shallow and ragged and you hear your ears start ringing. It feels as if the sky could be falling down on you any second.
Concern flashes through Obi Wan’s face as he notices a shift in your behaviour.
“Are you okay?”
“I—” you try to speak. “I-I need to go. I’m sorry.” You say hurriedly before you walk away as fast as you can, in need for a moment to be alone.
“Hey, wait,” he calls your name out.
You don’t know why you always feel like running away whenever you’re confronted with something big like your feelings but you know you can’t look or speak to anyone at the moment.
You desperately need to be alone even if it is just for a little while.
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You don’t know how, but somehow, you ended up at the beach. The moment you leave the building your phone has been vibrating non stop, not reducing your anxiety at all. So once you sit down on the sand you put your phone on silent after sending one message to Padmé that you’re safe, ignoring all the other texts and missed calls.
You didn’t stray that far from the bar, which isn’t that far from the coast, only a couple of hundred metres.
Your mind starts to wander back to Anakin, the man that you so desperately tried to dislike for years. Which was all a facade for how you truly feel.
You think about how the fact that the one person that you’ve ever fallen in love with deserves better than someone like you that has been mean to him for years all because of something so stupid.
You wish you could go back in time, so you never held a grudge in the first place. So you could actually allow yourself to enjoy being around him, to think of him.
You groan as you feel tears well in your eyes again as the thoughts consume you almost completely.
“Things will be okay,” you whisper to yourself as you try to regulate your breathing while also mentally calming yourself down.
You decide to focus on the sea.
Looking at the sea somehow never fails to calm you down, the sound of the body of water grounds you. As you watch the waves crash every time they hit the shore, you feel your anxiety gradually dying down.
You dig your bare feet in the sand, your heels long forgotten as they sit next to you. At the moment you don’t really care that you'll be covered in sand by the time you leave. The beach, specifically this one, brings you so much nostalgia.
Brings you back to when you were a child.
You briefly close your eyes as you inhale the smell of the sea, exhaling a couple of moments later, releasing a bit of anxiety at the motion. You smile as you feel your body gradually relaxing as more tension dissipates, finally feeling a bit more at peace.
A couple of moments later after you feel your anxiety die down, you feel someone’s presence as they come to sit next to you.
Unhurriedly you open your eyes again before turning your head slowly. Your eyes widen as you acknowledge who is sitting next to you. As your eyes meet Anakin’s you notice that he is already staring down at you. He’s looking at you with so much concern and an emotion that looks so tender. There’s a flicker of yearning flitting through his eyes as he continues to regard you.
Your bottom lip starts wobbling as you squeeze your eyes shut as you desperately try not to cry.
“I’m so sorry.” You finally break the silence as tears well in your eyes again as you look at him.
“Hey, shhh sweetheart, there’s no need to apologise.” He whispers as one of his hands comes to squeeze your shoulder. His touch sparks a warmth in your body, just like he did earlier that day.
“Yes there is.” You whisper as you look away, your tears falling freely now.
“Look at me angel,” he says softly.
He is so caring and gentle with you, you feel awful, you don’t deserve that after being so horrible with him.
“No, I’m serious,” you say as you try to wipe your tears away. “I’m so sorry for being mean to you.”
You’re crying more now, the tears streaming down your cheeks constantly, your make up leaving some tracks because of it.
“Sweet girl,” He says as his hands come to cup your face, holding you so tenderly, as his thumbs swipe at the tears that fall from your eyes. Your sad eyes look at him as he tries to comfort you. “It’s okay.”
“No, it’s not. I’ve been nothing but an asshole to you. All because of something as stupid as a job position.” You whisper as you continue to cry.
“Princess, are you upset because of that?”
“Yeah, it’s so stupid.” You nod, as you keep sobbing. “I feel so stupid. I’ve never really disliked you, it was all just bullshit. A fucking facade. And for so long I believed I didn’t like you. It’s so fucking stupid.”
“Shhh, I’m telling you right now, It’s okay, you’re not stupid. I know you feel that way right now but you’re not stupid at all. You’re one of the smartest people I know. I am not upset or angry with you, I don’t think I could.” He says as he quickly moves to wrap his arms around you, bringing you closer to him. “I’ve got you, love.”
Every time your body shakes, he holds you tighter. Eventually pulling you into his lap, as you cling to him, your hands holding onto his shirt as if you are afraid that he’d disappear. His face is buried in your hair, yours against his chest as he holds you close.
One of his hands moves to caress your head softly, as the other holds your body close to him. As his fingers continue to caress your head you find yourself being comforted by it, your sobs eventually dying down as you feel yourself relax and calm down while hugging him.
His embrace soothes you. Anakin is truly such a comforting person, you could hold him forever.
You slowly pull away from his chest after you’ve completely calmed down, enough to look up at him. As you stare into his eyes, you feel yourself get lost in them. He is truly, so beautiful.
Before you realise what you’re doing, you raise one of your hands to his cheek. He closes his eyes momentarily at your touch, relishing it. Once he opens his eyes again, he watches you intently, his cheeks flushing red. You feel his heart racing while your other hand rests on his chest still.
“Anakin,” you whisper, looking shyly up at him.
He smiles at that. “I will never get tired of you saying my name.”
“Well, I haven't really said it much.” You bite your lip as you try to keep yourself from smiling. Of course, it’s not successful.
“True, but still.” He chuckles, “I will always enjoy you saying it.”
“Hm,” you hum as your eyes shift to his lips every few seconds, “I have something to confess.”
You need to confess your feelings to him. You’ve been hiding them for years, even from yourself, now it was enough. You need him to know, even if he doesn’t feel the same way, even if you misunderstood the whole thing. He deserves the truth.
“Go ahead,” he says as his eyes bore into yours, the intensity making you unable to look away. You’re both breathing in each other's air at the moment. You feel as if you’re being pulled by a magnet, your face slowly moving closer to his.
You feel your body get overwhelmed with warmth, as you mentally prepare yourself to tell him how you feel.
“I’m in love with you,” you say nervously, your confession barely above a whisper. Time stands still in that moment, your faces only a few inches apart, his arms still holding you tight against him, one of your hands resting on his cheek and the other still on his heart. “I think I always have.”
His breath hitches at your words, leaving him momentarily speechless. He looks as if he’s processing the words. Anakin leans in then, slowly, watching for you to pull back or show any other sign of not wanting him close.
He leans in until his forehead touches yours, and you hold in a sigh at the thought of him being so close to you, the heat of his skin radiating off of him, his scent intoxicating you and filling your senses.
The tip of his nose nuzzles yours, his warm breath kissing your lips, less than a few centimetres away now, and you move your thumb on his cheek, stroking his skin.
“I love you baby,” he whispers, making you still your movement on his cheek as you look at him with wide eyes. Heat spreads throughout your body and your heart flutters at his words, your cheeks feeling hot. “You have no idea how much I do.”
“I love you too, Ani.” You say shyly. The moment his nickname leaves your lips, his mouth is on yours.
He kisses you with so much passion, pouring all his affection into the kiss as he holds you tightly. The kiss reflects how much he cares and loves you.
You gasp into his mouth, feeling him as he moves his lips with yours and pulls your body somehow impossibly closer to his, as if he’s not satisfied enough, needing you as close as you physically can. He groans into you, tilting his head to kiss you deeper, and you open your mouth for him when you feel his tongue tracing your lower lip and licking into your mouth.
He moves one of his hands to come to cup your cheek as the other keeps you close, pressing you against him. He tilts his head as you moan into the kiss, deepening it.
He feels and tastes amazing, his touches feel heavenly, just perfect. You know that you will get addicted to him quickly.
Nevermind, you already are.
He moans into the kiss, completely losing himself to the feeling, his warm tongue swirls in your mouth as his soft lips still move with yours. He is better than you ever imagined, his big hands gentle yet firm, his kisses overwhelming you.
You feel the temperature rising between you two. Eventually you have to pull away as you gasp for air. Your forehead rests against his as you both breathe in some fresh air.
His lips then move to your jaw, travelling all over as he presses soft kisses. “Do you want to go back?” He whispers as he nuzzles his head against your neck.
“No, I’d rather stay here all night with you.” You giggle as he then resumes to pepper kisses on your skin. As his kisses become more intimate, moving from your jaw to your neck, your giggles soon turn into little whimpers and moans.
“Good,” he whispers, his voice sounding much deeper than earlier, before his mouth moves up, his lips trailing towards yours to envelop them in another kiss.
Reuniting your mouths, Anakin kisses you deeply, his hands busying themselves with tracing your body above your clothes. You can feel one of them slowly going down beneath your arms, softly grasping at your hips and down your legs, on the way back up finding themselves beneath the dress you are wearing.
You move your hips against him instinctively, without a thought, grinding down on him, which makes him pull away with a groan.
He moves back just enough to press his forehead to yours again. The two of you breathe in each other’s exhales, lips still almost touching as he finally speaks.
“Baby girl, you’ll be the death of me.” He rasps.
You feel your body flush with warmth at his words. Heat pools in your lower body. You bite your lip before giggling, you start peppering his cheeks, jaw and neck with kisses as you grind your hips against him again.
His hands come to hold your hips, halting your movements. You whine as he holds you back, pouting up at him.
“Oh princess, don’t be like that.” He looks at you pointedly.
“But—”
“I’d love to continue whatever is happening right now, but not here.” He whispers the last part.
You bite your lip as you try to hide your smile, your eyes twinkling with mischief. Your hands come to tug at the collar of his shirt, tugging him down to you. “Then take me home big boy.”
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You both stumble into your apartment once you unlock the door after the fourth attempt. It’s hard to unlock anything when someone as hot as Anakin, or an amazing kisser like him, keeps distracting you with kisses.
You giggle against his lips as you finally kick your heels off. Your feet are eternally grateful once you’re out of them. You sigh with relief as you feel your body relax instantly.
“Man, I hate sand.” He laughs as he also kicks off his own shoes.
You chuckle at his words, “Of course you do.”
When Anakin moves his body to meet you again he wraps his arms around you, holding you close to him. You borrow your head against his chest, nuzzling against his shirt. You’re certain that soon you’ll get addicted to his affection, as if you want him to drown you in it.
“I love you so much,” you whisper against him.
Anakin, pulls away just enough to look down on you. One of his hands moves to cup your cheek, his touch so gentle.
“Will you say it again, sweetheart?” He pleads as he looks at you with adoration. “I just need to hear it again, please.”
You smile warmly up at him, before you stand slightly on the tip of your toes to press a soft kiss to his lips. “I love you, Anakin.”
Anakin traces your face with his fingertips. Pushing the loose strands of your hair out of your face, he leans down to press a gentle kiss on your lips. Pulling back just as fast as he kissed you, “I love you too.”
He laughs as you chase his lips instantly.
“You’re laughing at me?” You gasp, feigning shock.
“No, sweetheart.” You pout up at him as he continues to chuckle.
“Yes you are.” You pull away from his touch with a dramatic huff.
“Come on baby, you know I wouldn’t.”
“Oh do I?” You say as you pretend to think about it for a second.
He laughs again, as his arms come to wrap your body close to his once again. You feel yourself melt in his embrace, feeling safe and at home.
As much as you love being hugged, you crave more.
“Ani?” you whisper. He pulls away just slightly.
“Yes, sweetheart?” He says as he grasps your hands and kisses your knuckles, heat enveloping you instantly. You feel your body get all warm and mushy at the affection.
“I… want you.” You say, your voice barely above a whisper.
He halts his movements at your words, his eyes searching yours. “You want me?” He smiles softly down at you.
“Please,” you beg as you lean up to trace your lips with his, “I want and need you. I’ve always wanted you.” You press your lips against the corner of his mouth and you wrap your arms around his neck. You look deeply into his eyes, as you continue. “It’s always been you, Ani. I’ve never felt this way about anyone. My heart has always belonged to you.”
The moment the words leave your lips, his eyes are glazed over, clouded with lust as he no longer holds himself back. His lips envelop yours in a loving but lustful kiss.
His mouth moves, slow and oh so passionate. Anakin kisses you like he has all the time in the world. You love the feel of his lips on yours, you could kiss Anakin all day. So soft and yet so full of passion. He tilts his head a millimetre to fit against you better and you unconsciously perk up on your toes to reach more of him.
You part your lips slightly to catch your breath, inhaling slowly as you taste him and only him. His tongue sweeps across your lips making you whimper. His wet muscle wraps itself against yours a moment later, hot and wet and steady as he tastes your mouth and kisses you deeply.
More warmth pools between your thighs as you continue to kiss each other while your hands wander all over each other. You’re quite certain that your lacy underwear is ruined by now.
Your tongues slowly swirl and dance against each other as your hands try to find purchase on his arms. You feel your core clench around nothing and become even more wet as both of his hands travel from your waist to your ass, squeezing it in his hands and pushing your body closer to him.
“I’ve loved you for so long.” He whispers against your lips, his hands moving up to hold you. “Sweetheart, you’re my everything.”
You feel drowsy and hot all over, your mind all over the place, your heart beating insanely fast. You’re breathless and Anakin laughs softly as he takes in your state. You need this man so bad.
His mouth trails down your neck, pressing wet open mouthed kisses all over your skin, leaving you a whimpering mess.
“Ani,” you whine as you subconsciously rub your thighs together.
“I got you, kitten.” He whispers in your ear. You whimper at the pet name while he moves one of his legs, sliding between your legs. You mewl as he presses his jeans-covered thigh against your covered heat which has you clinging onto him.
“P-please, I—” you stutter.
His hands move to your hips, guiding your body to move against him. The friction against your pussy has you moaning and you start to rub yourself against it.
“Fuck, you’re so wet.” He groans as he feels the wetness seeping through the fabric.
Anakin lifts his head and your eyes catch his, his lips finding yours in a rough kiss, not wasting any time as he slips his tongue past your lips. Your body is trembling as he devours your mouth and continues to guide your movements. The man of your dreams is wrapped around you completely, a hand tracing your back, the other holding your hips.
“Pleaaase, need more.” You whine against his mouth, “I need you.”
Suddenly, he lifts you up, and you wrap your legs around him instinctively. The passionate kisses don’t stop as he carries you and looks for your bedroom. Once he reaches your bed he places you gently down the sheets.
The bed dips before he hovers over you. He looks at you intensely as his hands move to your thighs, spreading them so he can fit between them. You whimper against his lips as his fingertips trace the skin of your thighs.
“Anakin, wait.” You say nervously.
He stops his movements instantly, as he looks at you with concern. “What’s wrong sweetheart?”
“Nothings wrong Ani,” you nibble at your bottom lip as you look at him. “I just, I’ve never done this before. Being intimate, I mean. I want you, I do, I just wanted to let you know.”
“Sweet girl,” he whispers as he looks at you tenderly, with so much love. “Baby, that’s okay. Don’t you worry about that. I will take good care of you.”
A small smile forms on your lips at his words, and you nod. Anakin leans down, pressing a soft kiss on your forehead. Your body relaxes completely at the action. His lips move, all over your face, placing soft kisses on every piece of skin.
“Ani,” you giggle before chasing his lips. As your lips connect with his again, your arms wrap around his neck, your hands tangled in his hair. His lips are so soft and swollen. You’ve kissed each other so much tonight that you almost can’t feel your lips anymore. The kiss is like velvet against yours, and as his mouth moves, delicate and slow, you can’t help but sigh into the kiss.
All you can taste, all you can feel, all you can see, all you can think about is him.
Lust coursing through your bloodstream, you detach your lips from his, moving to pepper kisses along the sharp outline of his jaw, your lips tracing the edge. Instantly, Anakin’s hands drop to your thighs again, his hands tracing the skin then moves higher underneath your dress, towards your ass before pulling you flush against him. You writhe underneath him, your lower abdomen squirming against the outline of his growing bulge.
Your mouth parts, as you keep grinding against him, as breathy moans leave your lips.
Anakin sits up, quickly removing his shirt, discarding it somewhere in your room. Then moves back closer. He dips his head down, burying his face into the crook of your neck, his soft lips tenderly roaming over the skin.
“A-Ani,” you stutteringly whimper, your eyes rolling back when he playfully nips your skin. He presses open mouthed kisses to the sensitive spot just below your ear before sucking harshly. Responsively, you mewl. More wetness pools at your core, growing more wet as he takes care of you.
You sigh under him, “I want you,” you mumble quietly.
Anakin runs his nose down the column of your throat before tracing the shape of your collarbone. When he reaches the crook of your neck again, he bites down softly, making you whimper out his name. Lazily, he flicks out his tongue, the wet muscle gliding soothingly over your stinging flesh. He pulls away just a bit as he mutters “I want you too, baby girl.”
“Then do it, take me.” You groan almost impatiently.
Cupping his chin, you pull him in for another kiss, desperately needing to feel his lips against yours once again. He dips his head down almost automatically, as he chases your own, he slides his tongue inside your mouth and you react instantly, gliding yours against his.
Feverishly, your hands begin roaming over each other, hot lust clouding your minds as your kiss grows fervent with desire. You move your hips desperately as you moan against his lips, hoping that he will get the hint.
“So needy,” he groans against your mouth.
Anakin’s large palms push under the hem of your dress and over your bare thigh under he reaches the junction between your thighs. Unhesitatingly, he presses his hand to your covered folds, and the sudden touch has you breaking your kiss with a strangled cry.
Soft whines spill from your lips, you grind into his hand unconsciously, your walls clenching as you feel him softly stroke your folds over the fabric. The wetness between your thighs is uncomfortable. As he rubs your throbbing clit, you feel your hips stutter at the action. He groans as he feels more wetness at your entrance.
“Such a wet pussy, is this all for me angel?”
You nod frantically, but Anakin doesn’t seem satisfied enough.
“Come on, be a good girl and use your words.” He taunts with a smirk.
“Yes, all yours.” You manage to whimper, your voice sounding strangled and pathetic, as he applies pressure on your clit. “Only yours.”
“That’s my good girl,” he says with a grin. His fingertips find the hem of your dress and you sit up slightly. You raise your arms quickly to help him get rid of your dress.
You feel your body tremble in anticipation, as his eyes roam all over your half naked body, his eyes not being able to stick to one place. Growing wetter under his heavy stare, your inner walls clench around nothing. You feel your heart picking up as his hands reach for your hips, holding them and pressing your body closer to his once again.
“So beautiful.” He whispers as his hands trace your skin.
His lips then crash against yours as you gasp openly into his mouth, desire growing, and take it upon yourself to guide his hand back down to your pussy, this time underneath your panties. His mouth leaves yours to unleash a heavy groan into your neck at the first slip of his fingers between your wet lips.
“You’re so fucking wet, kitten.” Anakin groans as he drops his head to your shoulder, as he runs his soft lips over your flesh, peppering kisses onto your skin.
His lips trail slowly down to your neck, all the way to your chest. Anakin breathes in through his nose, a flash of heat warms you up at his words and you shiver when he exhales warmly through his mouth and onto your nipple. “You’re a fucking goddess.”
That’s all he says before he wraps his lips around one nipple, teeth just skimming your skin as he sucks and licks passionately, then he pushes one of his fingers inside your pussy.
The slight stretch causes your walls to contract, and as he pushes further into you, your cunt practically swallows the length. Feeling you grip his finger, he detaches his lips from your breast.
“Fuck— such a tight pussy,” he hisses. “I’ve dreamt of what your pussy would feel like, but I never thought it’d be this good,”
Your soft noises of ecstasy become louder as the pleasure overwhelms you. His tongue starts licking again, long licks with the flat of his tongue over your hard nipple as his other hand keeps pumping his finger in and out of you at a leisurely pace. His tongue swirls around your nipple, tracing its outline over and over again, while he simultaneously suckles at it.
You whine as your core starts clenching around his finger, begging for more. Instinctively you begin moving your hips, grinding against his hand, as he groans against your skin. Anakin’s lips leave your breast with a wet pop and he looks at you intensely as he continues to fuck you with his finger. You are panting heavily, barely able to think straight as he slowly slips another finger inside you. With each movement, you feel your entrance open and close, your eyes rolling back at the sensation.
“Ah fuck, daddy.” You whimper in a daze, not realising what spilled from your lips.
He groans and moves his face back up, to meet yours, engulfing you in a passionate kiss, swallowing all your little mewls.
“Good kitty, doing so well for daddy.” He pants against your lips.
Your breath hitches at his words, bucking your hips up towards his hand in response, silently begging for more. Of course he notices and slips a third finger in, moving them slowly at first as your tight pussy tries to adjust to the addition.
Little whimpers leave your lips as he fucks you slowly with his fingers. You feel so full, you can’t help but imagine him fucking you with his cock, knowing that he’s probably massive. His pace eventually speeds up as you move your hips along with his movements. His lips move back to kiss you, as you whine against his mouth. Your hands clutch his shoulders as you move along with the pace of his fingers, feeling him curl them and spread them.
“Does that feel good, baby girl?” Anakin moans at the moment he connects his thumb with your little pulsing clit. “My love, do you love it when I play with your little pussy?” He rubs your bundle of nerves at the same pace as he fucks your tight walls. You buck your hips, moaning as you nod at his words. “Use your words, kitten.” He tuts.
You writhe against the sheets as you mewl. “Fuck! Yes, please, please, Ani. It feels so good.”
Anakin leans his head back down, trapping your lips in yet another heated kiss. Instinctively, you feel your legs spread even more open for him as you feel yourself get close to your first orgasm of the night. His tongue slips easily into your mouth after another gasp falls from your lips. You can’t help but moan, whine and whimper as he continues to pleasure you. Your hands wander to the back of his head pulling at his hair softly making him moan into your mouth.
“F-fuck, I need you so bad.” He groans as his thumb applies more pressure on your little nub. He curls his fingers forward with every penetration until your thighs shake.
His eyes stare into yours, lust and adoration written all over them. Once he fastens his motions inside you again, you moan and squeeze your eyes shut. A burning intense feeling, a tight coil in your lower abdomen makes you arch your back beneath him.
“Come for me, my baby.”
You open your eyes slowly, locking eyes with him. His intense gaze is what it takes for you to come undone. The hot feeling spreads all over your body, your body tingling, your hips moving at their own accord against Anakin’s hand as you gasp loudly.
“Doing so well for me princess,” he says proudly, smiling as his fingers slow as you come down from your high.
As you come back to your senses, you feel his fingers slip away from your heat. You feel your pussy clench around nothing every now and there, your wetness dripping down the sheets, which makes you whimper helplessly.
Anakin climbs off the bed, as he makes quick work to remove all of his clothing. You are still in a daze, closing your eyes for a moment.
Once he removes the rest of his clothes, you feel him move back up to you. He leans down, roving his lips down to your neck, licking and sucking, as his hands cup your sensitive breasts, massing them in his hands. You whimper, it’s too much, everything is too much. You feel so hot as Anakin litters soft kisses down your shoulders to your chest. Your hands find his head once again, running your fingers through his hair as he breathes onto one of your nipples.
“You’re the most beautiful person I’ve ever laid my eyes on.” He says softly against your skin.
Anakin’s lips move slowly down your body, kissing every little place he can find on your skin while he pushes your body back against the bed. His lips travel all the way down to your hips making you whine and beg silently for more.
A mischievous smile plays on Anakin’s lips as he looks up at you through his eyelashes. “You smell so good, I am sure you taste just as good, if not better.” He groans before taking your underwear between his teeth, while pulling it off your legs slowly. Your mouth hangs open as you watch him, truly speechless someone could make this look so hot. Anakin keeps looking at you as he slides down your body, pulling it off you when it reaches your ankles.
Once he pushes your legs wide for him, you whimper as the air hits your wet slit. Anakin smiles as he kisses all the way up to your leg, taking his sweet time to give your body the attention you need. He presses soft kisses from your ankles up to your knees, his hands move along with his mouth, caressing the insides of your thighs as he gradually moves up your legs.
His lips linger on your thighs, licking and sucking some kisses on your soft skin, Anakin’s lips are so close to where you need him the most yet he feels so far away.
“P-please Ani, baby, I need you…” you practically beg, so desperate for him to finally give you what you desperately want.
“I love it when you beg for me kitten,” he whispers against the flesh of your thigh before his lips move higher making your breath hitch. His fingers move to spread your outer lips for him, Anakin smirks as he slides two fingers inside of you, watching the way your body squirms at the sensation, and you moan against the pillow next to you trying to muffle yourself.
“Mmmm you’re so wet for me baby girl, you’re literally dripping on my fingers,” he says before he presses some kisses on your pubic bone, making you buck your hips in response. “Easy, kitty, we have all night.”
“God, d-daddy… please move your fingers or anything. I just. I need you so baaa—” your whining gets cut off once you feel his lips around your clit, sucking it into his mouth, coaxing a loud but broken moan from your throat. “F-fuck!”
You feel like screaming, you don’t know what to do with your hands, feeling so lost and overwhelmed with the pleasure Anakin’s giving you already. He dives between your legs, licking a stripe up through your folds and teasingly dipping his tongue into your entrance along with his fingers before he travels up to your clit, spreading your lips with his wet appendage and sucking your button into his mouth.
You feel your body trembling terribly. You need more. You try to grind your wetness slowly against his lips as your body continues to shake.
Strong arms are suddenly locked around your thighs, securing your hips with his biceps, holding you still despite your attempts to grind your pussy against his lips.
You grab a random pillow as you hold it against your face to muffle your loud noises while your hips move along with the pace of his fingers. A moment later you feel him grab the pillow and remove it from your face, you whine as he drops it next to your body.
“I want to hear you, my sweet girl, don’t hide your pretty face and moans from me.” He says against your wetness as he curls his fingers inside you, playing with the sensitive spot inside you.
“A-ah, Ani, daddy please. I-I need more.” You moan desperately underneath him. You are squirming, it is so good you can barely even figure out what he is doing with his tongue.
Anakin slowly removes his fingers out of you, making you whine at the loss. He chuckles against you, heat spreading all over your body at the action. His tongue is lapping at your lower lips. Loud incoherent noises come out from your throat. You’re squirming at the feel of his tongue moving around your entrance and Anakin just sighs like there’s nothing in the world he’d rather be doing than this right now, eating you out in your bed, and it feels so so good.
Slipping his tongue finally into your entrance, he curls the muscle upward to brush your walls, you practically scream at his actions, arching your back slightly off the bed. Your head swims from his ministrations. Moaning and whining, you continue to writhe underneath him. You can feel the tight coil in your stomach, ready to snap.
“P-please, please. Ani, I’m so c-close.” You squeak when he starts thrusting his tongue in and out of you just like his fingers that had been doing it earlier before, your body trembling as you try to grind your hips into his mouth as you repeatedly whine his name.
“Come on baby, come for me,” Anakin says against your pussy before plunging his tongue back inside. Your trembling hands reach for his head, tugging lightly at his longer dark blonde strands, while moving your hips against his face, fucking yourself onto his tongue. As he applies pressure on your sensitive spot inside you with his tongue, you can feel his thumb circling your clit, making you see stars.
With a bit more pressure on your clit you come with a loud whine, your vision turning white and your ears ringing as you feel your movements against his face getting sloppier.
The orgasm you’re experiencing feels so intense, the pleasure overwhelming your senses. You feel your pussy gushing against his lips, feeling more wetness slipping out of your entrance as Anakin moans against your cunt. You take in some deep shaky breaths, trying to gasp for air as you come down from your high. Your body trembles heavily as you try to come back to your senses.
You feel Anakin’s tongue still licking up your pussy as he retreats his fingers from your pulsing hole. His mouth feels heavenly, but you whine at the sensitivity. He moans as he licks against your tight hole, licking up your release, his tongue prodding your entrance again.
“‘S too much.” You whimper at the overstimulation.
Anakin ignores your pleas, moaning against your heat as he continues to eat you out. The man you adore so much between your legs keeps sliding his tongue up and down your sensitive slit. Your little mewls and other noises of ecstasy spur him on, to move his lips back up to your clit. He sucks the nub softly between his lips.
The walls of your pussy clench furiously, the empty feeling inside you intensifying with every lick, and as your wetness trickles out of you, your core practically begging to be filled.
You begin grinding your hips against his face as moans keep spilling off your lips. “You’re so sensitive, kitten.” He remarks as he presses a kiss to your clit.
Eventually he leans down, slipping his tongue into your entrance again, he curls the muscle upward to brush your walls, the sight of your fingers bunching the fabric of the sheets in a tight grip encourages him to do it again and again.
You are a mess of his name, you chant his name over and over again. As if his name is the only word that you know at the moment. Your hips move against his face as you continue to whimper and moan breathlessly underneath him.
Writhing below him, you feel him lick up and press against a sensitive spot inside that has you seeing stars, while your hips buck against his face uncontrollably. Your fingers are once again gripping onto his dark blonde hair rather harshly and your hips push against his face to shove his tongue deeper into your hole.
“Please,” you beg. You’re so, so close. You just need a little bit more to climax.
“Come,” he whispers his demand against you, before plunging his tongue back inside you as his thumb comes up to press against your little bundle of nerves. You come with a loud whine, your hips stuttering as your vision turns white. You cry out his name, your voice unable to remain steady. Your fingers are tightly woven through Anakin’s hair and your hips push so far against his face, you think you are almost suffocating him.
As you slowly come down to reality again and you try to catch your breath, you hear him praising you softly while he continues to lap at your wetness gently, until you whine and nudge him away with your leg because the overstimulation is getting too much for you. Finally Anakin detaches his mouth from your pussy.
He quickly licks the wetness off his lips before he crawls back up to you with a smirk, to kiss you deeply, cupping your face in his hands. You moan at the taste of yourself against his tongue, your eyes fluttering against his skin while you kiss, your arms wrap around him to pull his body closer against yours. You sigh happily, against his mouth, you feel yourself melting in his embrace already. You can feel his soft mouth smiling against yours, as the kiss gets more heated.
“You did so good for me, baby. My good girl.” He whispers against you.
You pull away to look down between your bodies. He’s incredibly long, insanely so, and somehow even thicker, its rigid girth intimidating against your body. His shaft throbs under your gaze and you can’t help but fixate on it, you swallow thickly at the sight of it, the walls of your cunt constricting around nothing.
You can’t help but wonder if it was even possible to fit inside you.
His lips chase your own, as he envelops you into another sweet but deep kiss. “Care to share what you’re thinking?”
“H-how?” You say quietly as you stare at him.
Anakin chuckles and you can’t help but pout at the sound of his soft laughter. “Baby, I’m not making fun of you. I swear.” He reassures you quickly as his hand cups your cheek gently. “Don’t worry, it will fit.”
You can’t help but roll your hips against his to feel his cock. You’re whimpering and moaning as you move. It turns slick as you keep grinding yourself against him, and he has no trouble gliding his hips against you and rutting it into your clit.
“Oh, baby,” Anakin groans, and it’s because he reaches down and grasps himself to line up between your lips and slide. He keeps rubbing the head of his cock from your entrance, up to your clit, circling until you squirm underneath him, and back down. Every single time his tip rubs against your hole you tremble more. He loves the sounds you make as he spreads his precum around your slit, where you are still dripping for him.
“Please, daddy.” You gasp openly into his mouth, desire growing quickly. You are still extremely wet, but the thought of him finally entering you with his big cock makes you wetter. Anakin swallows your whines with his lips against yours, hips rolling against yours. He kisses you full with fervour, his grip on you intensifying heatedly.
His broad body covers your own smaller body with his. You can’t help but love how bigger and taller he is than you. You feel so small under his large body, but in a good way. You’ve always had a thing for much taller guys. You love how sexy he is; his deep voice, his big hands, his large, muscular, sweaty body. You love hearing him call you his baby, his princess, his love, all the loving names he comes up with for you. You love how he treats you, how he has always treated you. He makes you feel safe and so loved.
You are trembling against him, filled with anticipation. You writhe against him, wishing he was just filling your pussy up already.
“Are you ready for me, baby?” He whispers as he looks deep into your eyes. “I’ll try to be as gentle and as slow as I can, okay? Let me know if you want me to stop and I will.” He promises you.
You whine and nod, not trusting your voice at the moment, as you rub your pussy against his dick.
“Fuck,” he moans, “I need you to use your words baby.”
“Okay,” you whisper breathlessly. “I love you.”
“I love you too sweetheart, so much.”
He leans back down to kiss your lips again, he reaches down and grasps himself to line up between your lips and slide. He rubs himself up and down your slit for a while longer before one of his hands leans down to spread your outer lips sliding his dick teasingly around your entrance. You arch your back slightly and whimper loudly out of frustration.
“P-please—” your whine gets cut off at the feel of him applying pressure at your tight hole.
Anakin slides the tip in such a slow way it is agonising. At first he struggles to enter the tight, unused walls of your virginal pussy. Your lips part with a cry. He is so careful, like he is afraid you might break. You let out a long broken whine as he gradually pushes more of him inside you.
You whine at the stretch of him. He is so huge. Your tight pussy clenches around him as it tries to accommodate his massive girth. He continues to push more of his cock inside you. He leans down to kiss your lips gently as he moves more inside, hoping that the distraction and the kisses will soften the sting.
“Fuck, how are you so tight.” Anakin moans against your mouth, almost undone by the tight embrace of your velvet walls around his cock.
His hips still once he hears your strangled gasp. “Wha— it’s not m-me. Ah, fuck. You’re just huge.”
“Do you think you can handle more?” He smiles tenderly as he looks down at you.
“M-more?” You stammer with wide eyes.
“Yeah,” he says breathlessly.
“Please,” You flutter your eyes close and whine as you nod. You grip the bed sheets between your fingers as you beg him for more.
“Good girl,” he grunts softly. You think there isn’t a possibility to get more wet but as he utters those words you feel your heat get sopping wet. Your pussy continues to pulse and clench around his cock as he moves deeper inside you.
Once he bottoms out, you feel his tip kiss your cervix. Anakin lets his body rest against yours as he allows you to adjust to his size. You feel extremely full, as if he is made for you, and only you. A sudden feeling of completeness overtakes you, the sense of wholeness overwhelming you.
The feeling of him filling you up so completely has you seeing stars and digging your fingernails into his shoulders. You feel one of his hands finding your hand, lacing them together as the other one reaches up to your face.
His breathing is heavy as you squeeze his cock constantly. Small whimpers spill from your lips as you squirm underneath him.
You need more.
You slowly open your eyes to look up at him with pleading eyes. “Please, Ani.”
“You need me to move baby?” He asks gently, as his thumb swipes over your bottom lip.
“Yes, please.” You beg as your pussy clenches around his thickness rather hard which makes him moan. “I need you to fuck me so bad.”
He nods before he starts moving slow and deep, one hand reaching down to play with your clit, while the other holds onto your hand tightly. The sting was hurting for a while, but it easily morphes into a more pleasurable feeling as he moves against you.
He moans as he drops his head to your ear to kiss and lick at the sensitive skin just below it.
“Such a tight pussy,” he groans.
A loud noise like nothing you’ve ever made escapes your throat, a strange cry of his name.
Anakin’s entire weight is braced on one hand beside you, his other hand moving to rest on your back, under your body, as he pulls your chest into his. Your legs are splayed open on either side of his hips as he grinds his cock into you. The angle is so good, gradually he picks up his pace, leaving you a whimpering mess underneath him. Every time he thrusts into you, his pelvic bone drags along your throbbing clit, making you cry out his name in pure ecstasy.
“You’re taking me so well, kitten. Doing so so, good for me.” He whispers against your skin as he nuzzles his face against your neck.
You whimper as his lips move back up to your lips, enveloping them in a heated kiss. At a certain point you feel him slide into a pressure point in your core that has you clenching like a vise around his dick. Your eyes roll to the back of your head from the pleasure he is giving you. Your legs shoot out, wrapping them around his hips, and your heels dig into the fleshy globes of Anakin’s ass, pulling him deeper into you.
“Feeling good my sweet girl?” He moans, a small smile forming on his lips as he watches your face contort in pure pleasure.
His mouth covers your own instead as he swallows all your little noises, you can feel the tightness return in your belly, the tight coil that pulls tight, tight, tighter. Suddenly everything feels too much. It is just too much for you to handle.
He quickens his pace, his hips snapping up to yours to a fast tempo. “This pussy was made for this me, isn’t it, kitten?”
You can only moan his name repeatedly in response. His hands can’t seem to get enough of you, sliding around your hips and lower back, wanting to feel all of you, touch you everywhere. Your arms wrap around him and your nails dig in his back making him groan. The feeling of the coil is tightening in your belly, tingling down to your legs, ready to snap at any moment.
“You’re so beautiful,” he admires you, cursing under his breath when you purposefully tighten your walls around him. “You look so pretty when you’re stretched around my cock, fuck— I bet you’d look so pretty full of my cum too.”
“Please…” you whimper at the thought of him filling you up with his cum. As your thoughts start to wander, things that you shouldn’t be thinking of yet, all because the thought of him filling you up with his cum has your thoughts going feral. It has you involuntarily clenching around him. (You try to store that fantasy for later.) “Please daddy, fill this pussy up.”
He groans as he buries his face in the crook of your neck.
Fervently, the two of you rock into each other, chasing your own highs. You cling desperately to him, your arms holding onto his shoulders as you writhe together. You crave his kisses, needing to feel his lips on yours, you strain your neck and press your mouth to his. Instantly, his mouth opens, and your tongues begin moving against each other leisurely.
One of his hands slides between your body before you feel him stroke your clit. He rubs your clit with enough pressure to ensure you’d cum. Breaking from the kiss, you cry out against his lips, your breaths heavily intermingling together.
“You want to cum, sweetheart?”
You nod frantically at his words with your eyes closed as you bite your lip harshly. “Please, f-fuck. Need it so bad.”
“Cum for me, baby,” Anakin urges. His command, paired with the way his fingers caress your clit, and how his cock drags against your sweet spot, has you at the brink of your climax.
Mouth falling open, your muscles strain as you choke out a cry of euphoria. Your whole body trembles, squirming underneath him as you come undone. You held his body closer to yours, your nails digging in his back, scratching it. Head lolling back, your back arches violently as you twist and contort in pleasure under him.
Anakin groans in your ear as your walls spasm and pulse around his cock, begging him to cum inside, desperate for him to fill you up the way he promised.
Feeling your pussy tighten in a vice-like grip, your inner walls gushing with wetness as you milk his shaft, Anakin moans deeply.
“Fuck,“ he moans, pushing himself up as he thrust deeper into you, the head of his cock hitting your cervix repeatedly. “Going to fill this pussy up, until it’s full and messy.”
His own head falls onto your chest, and with a few more thrusts, he buries his cock as deep inside you as he can before he cums.
He moans loudly, as he comes inside you. The warmth of his seed fills you up and spreads within your walls. His warm cum fills you up deeply, the mild heat of it settling deep inside you and causing you to squirm under him. You whimper at the feel of his cum dripping out of you.
Once both of you catch your breaths, Anakin leans his forehead against yours before kissing you tenderly.
You feel him soften inside you, and as soon as you feel him move to pull out, you whine in protest wrapping your legs around him to prevent him from leaving you yet.
“Stay.” You whisper against his lips.
Anakin lets out a breathless chuckle at that.
“We need to clean you up.”
“Right now?” You whine again.
“Yeah,” he smiles as you pout. “How about this, I will clean you up and then we can cuddle as much as you want.”
“Will you stay?” You continue to pout.
“Yes, if my girl wants me to stay I will.” He smiles down at you, looking at you with so much love.
“Oh really?” You grin at him. “Am I your girl?”
He rolls his eyes playfully. “Yes, of course. Who else?”
“I just wanted to hear you say it.” You giggle before you press a soft kiss at the corner of his lips.
“Yes, you’re mine. Just like I’m yours. Completely.” Then his head moves just slightly, to capture your lips in another deep and loving kiss. As you lose yourself in the kiss, you don’t really notice as he softly unhooks your legs from around him. Moments later he pulls out as gently as possible.
You whine in protest, your walls a little raw from his thick girth, and when he retreats completely, you can’t help but squirm. Instantly, his cum begins leaking out of you, causing you to mewl in pleasure, your entrance throbbing and only forcing more of his cum out.
Anakin sits back on his heels, his eyes drop to your pussy, a low groan falls from his lips. Your legs are spread wide, and your pussy slightly gaping from where he’d fucked you open. But he’s more focused on how his cum leaks out of you, his seed dripping down your ass. Or how your pussy clenches around nothing every now and then. His chest swells with pride, and he can’t help but smile lazily.
Leaning forward, he presses one hand onto your inner thigh, while the other swipes two fingers between your slit, gathering up his cum, and pushing it back into you. You wince at the sensation, a low groan slipping from your throat at the sensitivity. He presses a kiss to your knee in apology after he pulls his hand away.
“Come on baby,” he chuckles as he moves off the bed, taking you along with him. You whine as you realise that you’ll have to come along with him, leaving your soft bed.
“What? I thought you were gonna clean me up?” You pout. Your legs wobble a bit, your body aching as he tugs you to the adjacent bathroom of your bedroom.
“I changed my mind.” He smiles cheekily.
You raise your brow at him, looking at him suspiciously as he guides them into her shower.
“If you think that we’re gonna do anything but clean ourselves then you’re mistaken mister.” You poke his chest playfully.
“I know,” he winks before he turns the shower on. Immediately, water shoots from the shower head mounted to the wall, the spray wetting your arm.
Once you’re both cleaned, which took a while because you did more than just clean; lots of kisses and touches were shared, both of you finally crawled back into bed. The night is filled with lots of talking, laughter, your kisses, cuddling, more noises of pleasure and all the love you both share for one another. You know that you’ll never get tired of loving Anakin, regardless of how new your romantic relationship is. And you know he feels the same way about you too. You’re tired of running away, tired of pushing your true feelings away. Finally allowing yourself to be truly happy with the love you have for the man that adores you just as much.
He’s your medicine.
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I have absolutely no ideas for writing whatsoever pleaseplease leave requests!!! Smut, angst, fluff, whatever y’all want I can probably do.
Ill write for these people and probably more that I forgot (all male character x fem!reader) :
Formula 1:
Max Verstappen
Lando Norris
Oscar Piastri
Charles Leclerc
Pierre Gasly
Lewis Hamilton
Carlos Sainz
Daniel Riccardo
Mick Schumacher
Criminal Minds
Spencer Reid
Aaron Hotchner
Derek Morgan
David Rossi (preferably young)
Marvel:
Bucky Barnes
Tony Stark
Thor
Sam Wilson
Deadpool
Steve Rogers
Spiderman (Tom Holland, Andrew Garfield, Miguel O'hara)
Call of Duty
Keegan Russ
Simon "Ghost" Riley
König
Phillip Graves
Kyle "Gaz" Garrick
Star Wars:
Anakin Skywalker
Obi-Wan Kenobi
Kylo Ren
Luke Skywalker
Han Solo
Outer Banks:
JJ Maybank
Rafe Cameron
Topper Thornton
John B. Routledge
Harry Potter:
Harry Potter
Cedric Diggory
Draco malfoy
Ron Weasley
Fred Weasley
Blaise Zabini
Regulus Black
Severus Snape
Tom Riddle
Sirius Black
Lorenzo Berkshire
Oliver Wood
The Walking Dead:
Glenn Rhee
Daryl Dixon
Rick Grimes
Carl Grimes
Miscallaneous:
Jack Champion (Ethan Landry)
Patrick Bateman
Batman (Christian Bale)
Johnathan Crane
Finnick Odair
Josh Hutcherson (Peeta Mellark, Mike Schmidt, Sean Anderson, Clapton Davis)
Rodrick Heffley
Colby Brock
Sam Golbach
Tristan Dugray
Dylan O'brien
Jude Bellingham
Joao Felix
Bellamy Blake
Patrick Dempsey (Derek Shepherd, Ronald Miller)
Joe Goldberg
Timothee Chalamet (Wonka, Paul Atreides)
Minho (The Maze Runner)
Keanu Reeves (John Wick, Neo, Alex Wyler)
Jim Halpert
Farkas
Ulfric Stormcloak
Miraak
Ben Schnetzer (Max Vandenburg, Brad Land, Russ Sheppard)
Brock Purdy
Ralph Macchio (Daniel Larusso, Johnny Cade)
Dallas Winston
Sodapop Curtis
Robby Keene
Zuko (atla dallas liu)
Jet (atla sebastian amoruso)
Cillian Murphy (Johnathan crane, jackson rippner, Neil Lewis)
Evan Peters (all ahs characters, Luke cooper)
What I wont do:
Pedophilia
Beastiality or anything animal-y
Waterworks
Male reader (sorry)
Character x character
Threesomes or anything not 1x1
Character x oc
Specific body types (i just don’t see the point)
Daddy/mommy kinks
Incest or stepcest
(I’ll prob have to add on but its midnight rn)
#f1#f1 imagine#angst#f1 x reader#formula 1#formula 1 smut#formula1#criminal minds fluff#criminal minds#spencer reid fluff#spencer reid#aaron hotchner#aaron hotch x reader#derek morgan#derek morgan x reader#max verstappen angst#max verstappen imagine#charles leclerc#oscar piastri#oscar piastri x reader#lando norris#lando norris x reader#sebastian stan#sebastian stan x reader#marvel#marvel imagine#bucky barnes#chris evans#rodrick heffley#sam and colby
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Modern Anakin Skywalker!— Halloween Party!
Pairing: Possessive/Jealous best friend Anakin! x Black fem oc!
Author’s note: Sydnee from Nerdy loser Anakin!will be used for this fic. A totally different Anakin, not nerdy loser Anakin. Saw @queenie-official’s post about this idea.
Content warning: 18+ MINORS DNI. Jealousy, possessiveness, confessions, smut.
“He’s never on time.” Sydnee mumbled to herself as she looked into the bathroom mirror, applying lipgloss to her plump, two toned lips.
Anakin was supposed to be here 15 minutes ago. He was the one who wanted to go to this party and literally begged Sydnee to come along. She would rather stay in her dorm and watch horror movies with him that night. But no, he wanted to go to a Halloween costume party that had a couples costume contest, and Anakin was so damn competitive, he not only wanted to just party, but also win this contest. He brainstormed costume ideas for him and Sydnee for days until they decided on Hugh Hefner and a Playboy bunny.
There was a knock at her door, she knew it was Anakin.
“Come in, Ani!” She wiped the corners of her mouth from any extra gloss.
“Are you ready?!” He walked into her dorm with a fake pipe in his mouth and his hands stuffed into the pockets of his red and black velvet robe. “I already put our names down for this contest, we have to go.”
She rolled her eyes and fluffed her hair, turning around to walk out the bathroom, her heels clicking with every step.
“You’re the one who’s late and you’re rushing me?” She stood behind Anakin, whose back was turned to her.
He turned around and his eyes went wide. “It’s just 15 minu— wow.”
“Do I look weird?” She put her hands behind her back shyly.
He blinked, shaking his head. “N-no, you look amazing, Syd, very beautiful.”
His jaw clenched as he thought about all the guys who were gonna see her like this. It was so unfair, he should be the only one to see her like this.
She smiled brightly at his compliment. “Thanks Ani, you look cute.” She laughed, looking at his costume.
His captain hat slightly tilted on his head, a fake pipe in his hand, a red and black velvet robe with nothing underneath, his bare chest peaking out, black pants and shiny, black dress shoes to finish.
“Thank you, I feel very pimpish.” He smirked.
She chuckled at him. Anakin has always been goofy since they were kids, she doesn’t know how she’d get through elementary school, middle school, high school and now college without him putting a smile on her face.
“Are you ready, my lady?” He put his arm out for her.
She giggled, linking arms with him. “Ready I am, kind sir.”
💋
The place was packed. Sydnee wondered which spoiled rich kid is using their Daddy’s mansion to throw this party.
Everyone wore costumes—dancing, smoking, playing weird frat party games, doing some hard drugs, and others doing God knows what.
The music wasn’t too loud, making it easier for everyone to hear each other.
“Woah, Syd, you look fucking h—” One of Anakin’s buddies, dressed as Elvis, walked to the pair who were linked to each other ther by their arms.
Anakin stepped in front of Sydnee, unlinking their arms. “Move around.” His glare was enough for his friend to get the message and quickly shuffle away.
“Anakin.” She angrily pouted, being hidden behind his broad frame. “Stop scaring people, it’s a party.”
He turned around to her. “Yeah, well everyone is looking at you.” He placed a hand on her lower back, guiding her to a wall where some girls were dancing.
“Everyone’s looking at everyone, it’s a costume party.” She put a hand on her hip as she looked up at him.
She looked too cute, he couldn’t take her seriously when she was angry.
“No, everyone’s looking at you because they want to fu—” He bit his tongue, stopping himself from speaking any further. “I’m gonna get us some drinks, don’t move.”
“Yeah, Dad.” She rolled her eyes playfully.
He shook his head and smiled, walking into the swarm of people, the music getting louder with each step he took.
It wasn’t really a surprise that there was an actual bartender at this party, the guy who’s throwing the party is fucking loaded.
Making eye contact with the bartender, Anakin told him his order. “Two green apple vodkas.”
As Anakin waited for the drinks, where Sydnee was, the music was loud and she couldn’t help but to dance.
“Walk in that bih with that Louis V, she said she wish there two of me.” Blared loudly through speakers as Sydnee’s hips rocked side to side.
There must’ve been a professional DJ at the party, because they were playing hit after hit.
The girls that Sydnee stood by, hyped her up as she danced erotically, feeling all on herself, whipping her hair all over.
“H-Hey!” A guy dressed as Wybie from Coraline said over the music.
Sydnee stopped dancing, turning around to the guy. She smiled. “Uh hi, nice costume.” She backed up, looking at this costume. “Wybie?”
He smirked. “Yeah, Playboy bunny?”
Nodding with a smile she answered. “Yeah.”
“It looks really nice on you.” He took a sip from his cup, eyeing her down.
Anakin finally got 2 cans of green apple vodka. It felt like he spent forever at the bar.
“Anakin, my guy!” Another one of his friends, dressed up as Western Ken.
Anakin groaned, facing his friend. He wanted to hurry up and get back to Sydnee, he didn’t like leaving her alone for too long. “Hey, Tristan.”
“Sick costume, Sydnee’s the bunny right?”
“Yeah.” He replied dryly.
‘Dammit, has everyone seen her?!’
“Oh, I figured that was her, I just saw her talking to some guy dres—”
All Anakin heard was ‘talking to some guy’ and he was gone.
He spotted the pair by the wall where he left her, conversing. The guy was way too close and Sydnee was grinning from ear to ear at whatever he was saying to her.
“Oh, I’m Liam by the—”
Anakin grabbed Sydnee’s arm, switching places with her. “She doesn’t care.” He handed her the canned vodkas.
“Anakin.” She quietly warned him, looking at the cans, then back up at him.
“Oh..hi?” Liam greeted awkwardly. “I didn’t know you had a boyfriend.”
“I don’t.” Sydnee answered. “He’s my best friend.”
Anakin’s glare was enough to make the earth open up beneath them. But she was right, he was her best friend, always has been.
“Oh, nice to meet you, I’m Li—”
“I don’t care.” Anakin gritted harshly.
Liam was rather uncomfortable. “I think I’m gonna go now.”
“Anakin, why did you do that?” Sydnee watched Liam walk away, then turned back to Anakin with a look of disbelief.
“You didn’t have to smile so much in his face.” He spat, towering over her. “It looked like you almost enjoyed talking to him.”
Her brows furrowed. “I kinda did, he seemed nice.”
His jaw clenched, then unclenched as he opened his mouth. “You weren’t planning to hook up with him, right?”
Shocked at his question, she replied quickly. “Oh my God, no, no, no.”
He sighed in relief. She was better than that, he knew that, but jealousy made him such a nasty person.
“I should go apologize to him.”
He grabbed her arm. “No.”
She looked at where his arm held her, then averted her gaze up to his face. “What do you mean ‘no’ ?”
“Sydnee.” He breathed out, clearly frustrated.
“I don’t understand why you’re acting like this, like I really don’t get it!” Her hair bounced as she argued.
His nose flared, getting closer to her. “You wanna know why I’m acting like this?! It’s because I’m fucking in love with you, Sydnee!”
The music suddenly stopped, everyone stopped dancing, trying to figure out what happened to the music.
Her lips parted, looking at Anakin with wide eyes. “What?” Her voice was soft.
He released her arm and his body stiffened and his plump lips formed into a straight line as he realized what he just admitted. “I-I–didn’t—”
A bright, white light shone from the top of staircase, landing on Anakin and Sydnee, blinding them as they put their hands over their faces. Everyone looked at the pair.
“Anakin and Sydnee!” The guy who threw party said over a mic, standing at the top of the stairs. “Come on up!”
They both stayed silent, walking up the stairs side by side.
A few other names were called and they all lined up at the top of the stairs.
Both Anakin and Sydnee’s hearts were racing. What were they both gonna say to each other after this?
“And the winners for the couples costume contest are…ANAKIN AND SYDNEE!”
Everyone cheered, clapping and smiling at the two.
Neither Anakin or Sydnee could crack a smile, as their minds raced.
“Here you go man, 2 thousand.” The guy with the mic put a rolled up paper bag with money in Anakin’s hand and walked off. “The other competitors get nothing, there’s no room for second or third, only winners!”
The crowd made noise, but was soon drowned out by the music that turned back on.
Anakin hurriedly walked down the stairs, still thinking about how he completely embarrassed himself by what he admitted to Sydnee.
Sydnee followed after him, abandoning the canned vodkas on a random table. “Anakin!”
He ignored her calls, walking out the house and to his car.
“Anakin!” She grabbed onto him, making him face her. “Anakin, did you..did you mean it? And don’t lie to me, I know when you’re lying.”
There was a long silence before he could answer. “Yes.”
“When?” She let go of him, wrapping her arms around herself. “When did you start liking me?”
“Sydnee, I don’t want to do this—”
“Please.”
He released a breath. “8th grade.” He leaned back on his car and took off his captain hat and rested the bag of money on top of his car. “I didn’t tell you because I didn’t want to ruin our friendship, you get that, don’t you?”
“Y-yeah.” Her voice softly replied. “I didn’t want to ruin our friendship either.”
“What?” He perked up, lifting his head to look at her.
“I loved you since 9th grade.” Her voice trembled. “I-I was so scared.”
His arms wrapped around her as she sniffled. “Oh, Syd.” His voice softened.
“I just suppressed my feelings, all because I was scared.” She balled up his robe in her fists. “I–”
Anakin leaned down and closed to gap between them. That caught Sydnee off guard, but it didn’t take long for her to kiss back, her hands tangling in his hair.
“An-Anakin.” She pulled away. “Not here.”
He pulled her right back in. “Yes here. I’ve wanted…this..so so long.” He mumbled in between kisses, his hands traveling to her waist, holding it firmly.
“Me too.” She agreed breathlessly.
💋
The car windows were all winded up, coated with a thick fog.
“Don’t stop, sweetheart.” Anakin moaned, smacking Sydnee’s ass as she rode him in the driver’s seat. “Keep bouncing on my dick like the slutty little bunny you are.”
His voice sent shivers down her spine, encouraging her to keep moving those hips against him.
“I’m cumming again, Ani.” She held her breasts, hips stuttering as she neared her orgasm.
“Fuck, yes, cum.” He gave her body a quick scan before wrapping a slanted arm across her back to her shoulder, and his hand squeezing her ass, clawing at the already ripped pantyhose that he destroy earlier in missionary. “You’re so fucking wet, shit!”
“Anakin!” She slowed her movements, her body quivering.
“Uh uh, who told you that you could stop?” He snapped his hips up to hers and slammed her ass down, making her swallow his entire dick.
She cried out, flopping onto his chest, making him take control.
He squeezed his eyes shut, feeling himself being sucked into her throbbing core. “No one else, this pussy is for no one else.”
She nodded with her buried in the crook of his neck. “Yes, Ani. J-just for you!”
“Who knew you would’ve saved your virgin pussy for me, hm?” He teased with a crooked smile.
“Y-you’re a virgin..t-too.” Her voice trembled.
“Well not anymore, baby, saved mine just for you too.” He pecked her cheek and went right back to abusing her hole. “Do you kn-know– how it feels…w-watch—fuck!— watching you t-talk to other guys, hm?” He whispered directly into her ear, quickening his pace. “It pisses me the fuck off.”
Sydnee only made nosies, clenching around his thickness.
“Say sorry, say sorry for talking to other guys.” He drilled into her, getting closer to his own orgasm.
Sydnee only groaned out, not being able to form words.
He chuckled lowly. “How cute, you’re so cock dumb you can’t even answer. What an idiot, just taking my dick and moaning lik–like a whore, so fucking hot.”
He was right there. “I’m gonna cum!” His thrusts got shorter and harsher, holding onto Sydnee for dear life.
With a few more nasty thrusts, he snapped, emptying his throbbing balls inside of her warm hole.
“Oh fuck!” His nails dug into the sides of her hips, drool running down the corner of his mouth.
“A-Ani, so much.” She felt so full of him. She tried getting up, but his arms stayed securely around her.
“D-don’t move, let’s just st-stay like this for a minute.” He strained out with closed eyes.
She smiled gently and rested her head on his shoulder. “Okay, Ani.”
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⋆ ˚｡⋆୨୧˚ INTRO ˚୨୧⋆｡˚ ⋆
about me ─ ★
esme
she/her
infp
bisexual
i can play on the electric guitar and piano !!
i used to do ballet but now i do belly dancing
i love listening to music esp metal (any type tbfr) and rock, my fav animal is a cat and I'm pretty sure that's it
stuff
if you want me to write for a character that isn't on the list feel free to ask me and I'll write for them if possible <3
i will write smut, fem reader, gn reader, platonic and romantic relationships
i will not write rape, incest, gore, threesome, gang bang, teacher x student, male reader, character x character, character x oc, poly relationships, specified race reader
what and who i write for ─ ✧･ﾟ*
MOVIES ─ ★
black swan
- nina sayers
- lily
diary of a wimpy kid
- rodrick heffley
harry potter
- hermione granger
- harry potter
- draco malfoy
- luna lovegod
- ron weasley
- theodore nott
- tom riddle
scream
- tatum riley
- sidney prescott
- billy loomis
- stu marcher
- samantha carpenter
- tara carpenter
- amber freeman
- anika kayko
- ethan landry
- gale weathers
- jill roberts
- kirby reed
- chad meeks-martin
- mindy meeks-martin
life as a house
- sam monroe
awake
- clay beresford
casper
- casper mcfadden
fight club
- marla singer
- tyler durden
star wars
- anakin skywalker
- padmé amidala
narnia
- edmund pevensie
- peter pevensie
seasquatch squad
- jeremy sumpter
SERIES ─ ★
pretty little liars
- emily fields
- alison dilaurentis
- hanna marin
- spencer hastings
gossip girl
- blair waldorf
- serena van der woodsen
- georgina sparks
outerbanks
- rafe cameron
- sarah cameron
- jj maybanks
- kiara carrera
- pope heyward
- john b routledge
seaquest dsv
- lucas wolenczak
the babysitters club
- sam thomas
- kristy thomas
- stacey mcgill
- claudia kishi
- dawn schafer
shameless
- carl gallagher
- fiona gallagher
- debbie gallagher
malcolm in the middle
- malcolm wilkerson
- reese wilkerson
- francis wilkerson
my babysitters a vampire
- rory keaner
- ethan morgan
- sarah fox
ruby and the well
- sam price
- mina amani
- ruby o'reilly
KDRAMA ─ ★
all of us are dead
- choi nam-ra
- lee su-hyeok
- lee cheong-san
- lee na-yeon
- nam on-jo
sweet home
- yoon ji-su
- lee eun-yoo
- cha hyun-soo
KPOP ─ ★
aespa
- karina
- winter
- ningning
- giselle
twice
- nayeon
- chaeyoung
- momo
- mina
- sana
- jihyo
- dahyun
- jeongyeon
- tzuyu
le sserafim
- sakura
- yunjin
- chaewon
- kazuha
- eunchae
gidle
- soyeon
- minnie
- shuhua
- miyeon
- yuqi
nmixx
- sullyoon
- lily
- kyujin
- haewon
- jiwoo
- bae
new jeans
- danielle
- haerin
- minji
- hyein
- hanni
GAMES ─ ★
the last of us
- ellie williams
fatal frame
- yuri kozukata
- rui kagamiya
cry of fear
- simon henriksson
resident evil
- leon s kennedy
- jill valentine
- ada wong
- claire redfield
- bela dimitrescu
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❆It's getting cold outside, and that means comfort character hours❆
Welcome to Fluffember, where all December long I write fluff/smut/comfort for my favorite multifandom characters.
If you would like to request a day, bestow upon me your ideas. I write for AFAB!Fem!Reader inserts or OCs.
If you wish to be tagged, please fill out this form!
Characters I write for: Din Djarin, Boba Fett, ALL Clones, Anakin Skywalker, Obiwan Kenobi, Loki, Matt Murdock, Poe Dameron, Darth Maul, Luke Skywalker, Kanan Jarrus, Kylo Ren, Cassian Andor, slashers and Simon Ghost Riley.☃️
Key : Fic is NSFW ❆
Fic is SFW ❅
Minors DNI, as always this is an 18+ blog.
"Shh, It's okay. You're safe here now" - Boba Fett X AFAB!Fem!Reader❅
"Cry, yell, whatever. I'm not going to leave your side" - Obiwan Kenobi X AFAB!Fem!Reader❅
"I cannot stand you, and yet I also cannot stand to be away from you." - Darth Maul X AFAB!Fem!Reader
"For years I have yearned for you, in secrecy and silence." - Loki Laufeyson X AFAB!Fem!Reader
"You were having a nightmare" - Kylo Ren X AFAB!Fem!Reader
Warm bath - Daimyo Boba Fett X AFAB!Fem!Reader
Much needed hug - Din Djarin X AFAB!Fem!Reader
“Would it help if I stayed?” -
"Yeah, you're cold, I'm giving you my jacket." - Poe Dameron X AFAB!Fem!Reader
Tender sex - Kanan Jarrus X AFAB!Fem!Reader
Temperature Play/Drinking - Poe Dameron X AFAB!Fem!Reader
Size difference - Kylo Ren X AFAB!Fem!Reader
“Can you read to me?” -
"Stay the night" - Daredevil X AFAB!Fem!Reader
First snow -
Warmth by a fire -
Running their fingers through your hair while you sleep - Darth Maul X AFAB!Fem!Reader
Eye contact - Crosshair X AFAB!Fem!Reader
Drunk love confessions -
Saying I love you while they're sleeping / pretending to sleep -
"Let me take care of you" - Anakin Skywalker X AFAB!Fem!Reader
"Come back to bed" - Anakin Skywalker X AFAB!Fem!Reader
"Lay down with me" -
"Stop fighting, let your body rest" -
"I trust you" - Simon 'Ghost' Riley X AFAB!Fem!Reader
"You are the bane of my existence and the object of my desire" -
Stitching them up - Matt Murdock (Daredevil) X AFAB!Fem!Reader
Say that again - Simon 'Ghost Riley X AFAB!Fem!Reader
Putting a blanket over you -
Falling asleep on their chest -
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Babe what are the rules for requests?
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what i WILL write
nsfw content, fluff, angst, fem!reader, headcanons, mental health issues, trauma
nsfw includes: bdsm, d/s power dynamic, dacryphilia, bondage, humiliation kink, mommy kink, daddy kink, pegging, masturbation, oral sex, degradation, praise kink, p in v sex, edging, orgasm denial, use of a vibrator, dry humping, creampie, corruption kink, fingering, hair pulling, sex toys, spit play, cum play, size kink, anal sex, thigh riding.
what i will NOT write
incest, piss kink, age play, somno, scat, ddlg/ddmg, non-con, pedophilia, abuse, yandere content, cannibalism, pregnancy, underage x legal age relationship, oc’s, celebrity smut, trans!reader, male x male reader, gender neutral reader
who i write for: anakin skywalker, luke skywalker, padme amidala, aj (takers 2010), clay beresford, james kelly, sam monroe.
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“We’re Not Promised Tomorrow.” Chapter 14 “Confessions”
(CAN WE TALK ABOUT THIS AMAZING GIF! It was made specifically for this chapter by my wonderful, amazing, and incredibly talented friend, @transcending-time! She always comes through the most fantastic art and GIFS! A huge shout out to her and her awesomeness.)
Masterlist Chapter 13
Pairing: Obi-Wan Kenobi x Fem OC
W/C: 7.8
Warning: EXPLICIT! Smut ending. read at your own risk and minors do not engage.
A/N: So....this chapter drops a lot on how our two protagonists. A lot of emotional angst, revelations (more than one kind), and decorations. Arguably one of the most important chapters in this very slow burn. With that being said, if the smut at the end makes you feel uncomfortable, you can skip it as it doesn’t really add much world-building to the story other than the obvious. With that being said, this was a great chapter to write and I hope you all enjoy it. Comment your thoughts and as always thank you for all the support.
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The ship docked at the Jedi Temple. From the bridge, Obi-Wan could see Master Yoda and Master Windu awaiting them.
The troopers, The Jedi, and the droid disembarked the ship and greeted the Jedi Masters.
“Master Marblu, welcome back. We are glad to see you in one piece.” Master Windu smiled and gave a short bow to her.
He was smiling for once, he never showed anything other than a stoic expression, and it didn’t go unnoticed by the other Jedi present on the platform.
“All thanks to this fantastic team.” Emily gestured to the group around her.
“Yes indeed. Well, we will be consulting the Medical Droids report from the ship’s med-bay, when they looked you over, and we will determine the extent of your injuries. In the morning we will be updating you on the Council’s decision considering the duration of your medical leave. Please return to your quarters and rest in the meantime.”
Turning to Anakin, the stoic Jedi Master continued. “General Skywalker, your presence is requested for a full mission briefing. We are launching an investigation as to how Maul knew where to find a Republic ship and why he attacked it.”
Sensing Anakin’s emotions, Master Yoda tapped his gimmer stick.
“Much to say have you, General Skywalker? Feel it in the Force I do.”
Anakin rubbed the back of his neck contemplating how much of Savage’s death he was or was not going to include. He knew this moment was coming and had prepared for it…but…still, he and Obi-Wan’s conversation on the ship had left him feeling guilty and self-critical of his actions.
“Yes, I have a full mission briefing ready for the Council at their earliest convenience.”.
“Then that would be now. Padawan Tano, please accompany General Skywalker to the council chamber. Master Kenobi, you and Master Marblu are dismissed.”
Before the two Jedi Masters could leave, Emily, who had been leaning on Obi-Wan for support, practically leaped forward to get their attention.
“Masters, are General Xira and Master Sorv alright?” Emily asked quickly before they could leave.
Despite the desperation for her answer, there was a good part of her that was fearful of their answer.
The two Jedi Masters shared a short glance with one another.
“They are both recovering in the Medical Bay and will be accepting visitors in the morning. You may visit them then. But for now, they need rest and still need to be interviewed by the Council as part of the investigation. Until then, no one is allowed to see them….Oh, and Master Marblu when you pay them a visit, check in with a Temple Healer so we have your recovery progress on record.” Master Windu instructed.
“Of course Masters.” Emily bowed her head slightly.
The two Jedi Masters then turned and left, signaling for Anakin and Ashoka to join them.
Emily punched in the code to her apartment on the keypad and the door opened.
Obi-Wan helped her inside as the door slid closed behind them.
Hobbling together, they stood in the mouth of the short hallway that was the apartment entryway, as Emily took in her home. It was as if she was looking at it for the first time in a thousand years.
Obi-Wan noticed how her eyes were wide and glassy.
“I honestly never thought I would see this place again.” She whispered to the empty room.
“Does it feel any different than it did before?”
“Homier. Safer. And a lot cleaner than where I was.” She turned to him and laughed slightly, relying on humor to lighten the mood.
She felt that if she didn’t find something to laugh at that she would break down and cry for the next week.
All the people who had lost their lives aboard her star cruiser, the torture that she had endured, the danger she felt responsible for putting her Jedi friends in, the battle and rescue mission that Anakin and his team had endured….for the worry and fear that Obi-Wan had experienced; it had all taken its emotional toll on her.
Emily slowly walked over and sat down on her couch with Obi-Wan’s help, sinking into its softness.
Obi-Wan desperately wanted to stay. In fact, he never wanted to leave her side ever again if he could.
But what if she wanted to be alone? After the ordeal that she had been through, he would perfectly understand if she needed to be alone. The amount of pain and emotional strife she had endured recently would be enough for anyone, let alone a Jedi with heightened connectivity to the Force.
The last thing he wanted to do was overstep his boundaries with her and force her into anything or make her feel uncomfortable. Clearing his throat with a nervous cough, he tilted his head toward the door.
“...Well, if that's all, I’ll ju…”
Emily’s attention shot to Obi-Wan. Her wide brown eyes were glassy, full of shock at what he was about to say… and puppy-dog-like, something he was not prepared for. Her reaction derailed him. She sat upright and leaned out toward him.
“You're not leaving are you?” She straightened her position as she asked him.
“Well…..do you want me to stay?” He asked, nervously talking with his hands as hope spiked
throughout him, hopeful that she would say yes.
Emily leaned back into the plush sofa and gave him a small, half smile.
“I’m surprised you even have to ask.” She indicated to the spot next to her on the couch as she spoke.
He took her invitation.
An awkward silence hung in the air, neither of the Jedi knew what to say to each other.
Sitting down, he was now aware of how close he was to her on the couch. Granted, they had just rested in each other's arms on the ship, but this was different, the moment was different. She was being different then. On the ship, she had seemed frightened and broken. His reaction to cradle her was instinctual. Now, he was aware of every thought and emotion he had about being this close to her.
Wasn't it the other morning that they had breakfast together that he told himself he was going to stop seeing her because he couldn’t handle the emotions of wanting more anymore?
“But that was before everything happened. As much as I know that backing away is the right thing to do, I don’t think I could go through with that now.” He realized.
He looked at her. Her body was angled towards him, but her feet were tucked under herself, and her face was looking out the window.
“What are you thinking?” His voice was low, barely above a whisper, for he felt like if he talked any louder that he would be too aggressive and ruin the moment. He could only imagine what was running through her mind.
“Honestly…..I’m thinking of so much. I’m thinking about how in a matter of 2 days I went from being on a standard mission, a mundane everyday thing that we do. Next, I was fearing for my life, while watching my worst nightmare before my eyes endlessly. Only for it to end by being rescued by the one person that I have always been able to rely on.” She let her words hang between them as she continued to look out the window and not at him.
She started speaking again, “When he wasn’t torturing me, the very little time I had time to think and actually use my mind, you know what I thought about?” She asked him, finally turning to look at him.
He shook his head back and forth.
She spoke solemnly, giving him her answer.
“Regret. Regret at not doing the things that made me happy. Saying things I should have said; have always wanted to say. Using my emotions for good. Being a Jedi is the only thing I have ever known in life. I didn’t ask for this, technically none of us did. I was chosen, like all of us were, because I have a unique set of gifts, like every other Jedi. We're raised here in isolation and their ideas are drilled into us until we do not know any other way of life. We are expected to pick training, duty, and tradition every time no matter what the odds or consequences are.”
She paused thoughtfully.
“There haven't been many regrets that I’ve had in my life. I do love being a Jedi, despite not choosing it. I love healing, helping, and defending people. We get to do more than most beings do with their lives. But there are regrets I have. I don’t remember my parents or my family. I don’t even know what planet I’m from. I can’t even decide what I want to do on any random given day of my life, it is just wherever I get sent to by the Council or whatever order is given to me. If I don’t agree with the council’s verdict and I want to fight it, I’m automatically wrong and they're right. It’s the little things like that.”
Obi-Wan’s eyebrows shot to his forward. He didn’t consider any of those things she said “little”...and he knew that she didn’t either…however he wasn’t going to argue with her sarcasm, not today.
She continued.
“However, the biggest regret of all that I have surrounds you.”
She turned to face him fully now, her confession out there in the open.
He titled his head in thought. He was shocked and his eyes narrowed at her in confusion.
What regret could she have surrounding him?
“Me?.... I’m sorry if I have ever done anything to you to make you regret something.” He said earnestly.
She looked at him for a long time, blankly, not allowing her emotions to paint expressions on her face.
The silence in the room was deafening and suffocating. Obi-Wan squirmed slightly as he wanted to do something, anything to break the growing tension… especially since he had absolutely no idea what he had done.
“You really have no clue do you?” She asked him quietly.
“Have a clue about what?” He was still confused and scared at her answer.
All those years of saying nothing to him, of biting her tongue and choosing duty were about to come crashing down.
She thought she would die alone and helpless in that dungeon when Maul captured her, and she regretted never telling him that she loved him. That was her biggest regret. All the unspoken words of love, encouragement, and want. All the missed opportunities to steal a kiss, to hold his hand, or even to just tell him how she felt about him. To be there for him when he needed someone, to laugh and joke, to argue and fight for one another…not just as Jedi or even friends….but as more….
Instead of answering him with words, she decided to put her thoughts into action.
She leaned forward and rested her bandaged hand on his chest and gently pulled him to her by the collar of his clone armor.
He didn’t resist her. The look of confusion on his face was wiped away to shock when she kissed him.
She kissed him deeply. She poured her soul into that kiss. Her lips molded tightly to hers and when her tongue ran across his bottom lip, he didn’t refuse her. He relaxed and willingly succumbed to her advances. All the repressed emotions that Emily had felt in that dungeon, since forever really, were finally free.
She let him go and broke away. She sat back down on her feet again, recreating the space that was originally between them.
Obi-Wan still sat there, frozen and stunned. His eyes were still closed, as it was stuck on the kiss. His mind was moving at a billion times the speed it normally did.
She had kissed him. He had imagined on so many occasions what that would feel like. And yet, it was a thousand times better than anything he had conjured up in his mind. Her lips were soft and full. She was sweet and exciting at the same time. He felt like he couldn’t breathe as so many different emotions and thoughts clouded and raced through his mind.
What did this mean going forward? He knew what it meant and it made his stomach tighten…with want and dread.
He cleared his throat and opened his eyes to look at her. “Emily …..”
He paused to find his words but Emily took it as an invitation to say something.
Taking a deep breath, she bared her soul to him.
“Obi-Wan….I’m in love with you. I have been in love with you since before we were Padawans….. That was my biggest regret. Not loving you, no, I could never regret that. That has been one of the few things that have made my life worth living…… My regret was that I thought I was going to die and that you would have never known how I felt, that I would never get to express those feelings, to make them real. You would have never known that you weren’t just a “friend” to me. You haven't been for a long time. You were always the brightest spot in my life. When you're around everything feels natural and easy; you complete me Obi-Wan.”
He closed his eyes and swallowed hard. He had to be dreaming. He had dreamed this exact scenario a hundred times, where they said those words to each other, knowing full well that he would never have the courage to say them because it went against everything he thought to be true, that she didn’t love him and it was all just him; that and everything he had ever been taught by the code.
“Jedi did not have attachments”, was a phrase that played over in his mind like a broken, blinking neon sign.
This couldn’t be real.
“Emily…..you’ve been through a lot in the past two days. I was the one who rescued you, it’s natural to place those feelings on me. They will pass in time.”
He was looking out the window. He wanted nothing more than to tell her he returned her feelings and more. But she wasn’t in the right state of mind; he would be taking advantage of her. She had been traumatized and her reaction was natural; textbook. She was clearly in shock.
She huffed irritatedly.
“I know you don’t return my feelings Obi-Wan and that’s okay, I never expected you to…. but don’t dismiss me. I’ve known that I loved you for a long time. The fact that you saved me from Maul only reaffirms the things that I do love about you.” She spoke in a whispered tone.
His head whirled around to face hers, his eyes the size of the dual Tatooine suns. “You think I don’t return your feelings?”
Emily waved at him dismissively.
“You just dismissed me and said it was natural given everything that happened, that this is some physiological textbook incident. I wouldn’t call that type of response words of affirmation or encouragement.” She spoke more pointedly this time.
Squeezing his eyes shut, he worked up his courage and his nerve. If Emily could be brave and forthright, then he could too.
He took her hands gently into his, mindful of her wounds. He rubbed his thumbs over hers soothingly.
He swallowed the lump in his throat that he was sure was actually his stomach and forced himself to look into her eyes, finding the courage he desperately needed. It was his Emily he was speaking to after all. The one who he had lovingly watched from afar his whole life. Who he was with every night in his dreams, where they were free from the constraints of their life.
“Emily, earlier this week I told you I used to hound you or show off for you every chance I got. That I force jumped over half the training Arena just to show off in front of you….” - He chuckled - “....Emily…..I did those things because I was desperate for your attention…I thought you were the most amazing, beautiful thing I had ever seen. I used to seek you out every chance I had, even as a Padawan, because I was enchanted by you, and I still am. You are the piece I always felt was missing in my life and every time I‘m around you I am reminded of these feelings…..” He held her hands more firmly.”... You are my home, you're my center.…...I…...I love you too…”
By the time he finished his sentence they were both smiling, their hands still clasped and when their eyes met; both were full of hope and revelation.
But Obi-Wan was a realist. He knew this moment couldn’t last forever, as beautiful as it was. That outside of this apartment, a war waged on; and they had their role in it.
Letting go of her hands, he sighed. “We can’t do anything about it though. We can’t go down that path.” As he stood, he hung his head.
She stood up to follow him as he walked toward the window.
“What!? Why not?” She shot her words at him.
Opening and closing his mouth several times, and waving his hands like he was trying to grab the words out of the air, he eventually got them out.
“You were just kidnapped by Darth Maul because he knew we were friends; you can't convince me otherwise. He targeted you on purpose because of me….. But that is not the point right now. The point is, that we can’t act on these impulses. We’re at war. We are supposed to lead armies into battle every day. We are negotiators and peacekeepers.”
Tilting his head remorsefully, he echoed the words that she had said to him when they first arrived in the apartment. “... We don’t even get to dictate our own lives, you said so yourself. More importantly, we are Jedi, we can’t have attachments. Our dedication is to something bigger than ourselves; to the Republic and democracy. Always. That has to win above all else, every day.” He looked at her shaking his head, hands on his hips.
As remorseful as he was, Obi-Wan was calm and quiet. Emily on the other hand huffed loudly and held a raging storm in her eyes.
“EXACTLY! THAT’S THE PROBLEM OBI-WAN! The Republic always wins, and you know what?! The Republic didn’t care that I was being held captive by a mentally unbalanced monster, being tortured within an inch of my sanity. But you know who did, YOU! You did! You came and got me because you’re always there for me. I bet the council even gave you a hard time about coming for me, didn't they? They probably had diplomatic protocol crap…” She said, folding her arms.
He looked away from her, hating that she was right. “Anakin technically led that mission. He picked me to join him because he knew I wouldn't just sit around waiting for them to get back, that I’d probably end up following them or doing something crazy on my own…. The Council did tell me that I couldn’t go and get you, yes, you're right about that. If he hadn’t chosen me to go, I would have been stuck here, helpless.” That thought angered him.
Before Emily could fire back an answer that was something along the lines of “I told you so” Another thought occurred to him.
“That’s another thing, Emily. What if our relationship attracts unwanted attention? What if this happens again and it’s worse? What if something happens to you and I’m not here? The council won’t inform me, no one will or would even think to do so, Jedi get captured, injured, or into binds every day and sometimes we do not find out till weeks later because as Jedi, we’re not attached…If a comrade falls in the field, they did their duty….. If I hadn’t known you had left on a standard day mission that morning, I would have never suspected something was wrong. The only reason I was informed was that Maul left that message for me. What if next time the message has nothing to do with me; or what if there isn’t even a message at all and you're just captured because of me or something else happens? It’s like painting a big red target on our backs. I can't…..can’t put you in that kind of danger.”
Squinting her eyes at him, she stood her ground.
“Obi-Wan, what if it's me that has to rescue you, Mr. macho Jedi?...... Yes, a relationship as Jedi would be difficult. We would have to work together and be patient with one another to make it work. But wouldn’t it make some portion of this life worth it?”
She moved closer to him. “We didn’t choose to be Jedi, but clearly we chose each other, even if we didn’t know it. Our people are out there, dying every day because of this war; life is short….. When we were younglings, did you ever hear of someone killing a Jedi? ….Now we die senselessly because of battle droids and sneak attacks from Separatists Generals. We could both die tomorrow on separate missions. Wouldn’t you want to know you chose something in your life?.....”
Hanging her head, she whispered. “...I was prepared to die in that dungeon, that changes you; it's different than running into battle head on, thinking you're going to die fighting. I was helpless in there, truly helpless. IF that’s how it has to go for me,...I’d rather die helpless and alone knowing that I had given you everything and had chosen you every day that I could have than to die alone full of regret because it’s what “The Republic'' expects….Because that's what the Jedi want…” She spoke to him with conviction and truth.
Obi-Wan looked at her. He exhaled slowly, a breath he hadn’t realized he was holding back. He wanted to smile and let out a soft chuckle, years of knowing Emily told him that if she was fighting this hard for something, then she must have wanted it. Beyond that, he was never going to convince her otherwise, she was as stubborn as he could be….possibly even more….
Flattered didn’t begin to cover it. The woman whom he had spent years pinning over had declared her love for him…and here he was, finding reasons to invalidate her….
“What am I thinking?!” He screamed at himself internally.
“I want to say yes and never look back, I really do Emily…. But I can’t do that to you….I just can’t….Emotions cloud one’s judgment, and there are already so many emotions flowing between us, especially today. ….I could have gotten so many people killed today had I failed. Because they all care too much about me, their emotions clouded their judgment and they followed me into battle because of it, and that battle was a firefight. There’s so much that had the potential to go wrong…. What if our emotions cloud our own judgment in the future, and we make mistakes? I'm frightened of what could happen.”
His eyes grew dark, a stormy blue, and his lip, to Emily’s surprise…it quivered slightly.
“I almost lost you today darling. I’ve never felt so cold, alone, and full of despair at the thought of my world without you in it. Yes, once again you’re right; I did have regrets of my own…regret that if you had died that you would have never known how much I loved you….Yet with that declaration, comes so much more from me….Knowing that I can’t be there to protect you every day bothers me, even on a good day when I haven’t seen you in months when we were friends, I worried about your safety and wellbeing….never mind if we started dating each other and something happens.”
She softened her stance and smiled as she walked toward him, his revelation moving her, she had expected that from him.
For the first time in her life, she didn’t hold back an instinctive reaction when she had the urge. She hugged him, wrapping her arms around him and snuggling her face into his chest.
Obi-Wan initially stiffened at her hug; not used to receiving physical affection. However, as she nestled into him, he softened and wrapped his arms around her and held her tightly. He rested his lips against her forehead and left tiny kisses there.
“Obi-Wan...if this is wrong, then I don’t want to do the right thing. The Jedi may claim to follow the will of the Force but lately, all it seems is that they follow the will of the Senate and the Chancellor…. You have never felt wrong to me. If anything, I have always felt like the Force was pulling me to you like we’re magnets. No matter how far we stray from each other, we’ve always been pulled back together again.”
Looking up into his sky-colored eyes, she pleaded with him. “Make your decision based on that. If you can honestly tell me you disagree with me because you do not feel it in the Force that there is something between us…that we are meant to be together…then I will accept your answer, no questions asked, because then it means it’s not real for you. However, if your answer is based on the ideals and values of the Jedi, your inability to protect me, or some random fear of what could happen, then I am begging you to reconsider and look within.”
He rested his forehead against hers, closing his eyes and allowing himself to indulge in her physical touch. “Emily….I have felt drawn to you from the first time you looked at me…..I’ve already looked with the Force and I know what is there….it’s you, it will always be you. I feel like I’ve died a little every day that I didn’t tell you I loved you.”
His forehead was still resting against hers. Their noses were touching breath mingling.
“Then jump, Obi-Wan, jump with me.” She pleaded with him.
He conceited defeat as he closed his eyes and breathed out. He knew he had spent years wanting this more than he wanted to breathe. Maybe she was right….maybe it was the will of the living force….as well as the will of his own heart.
“If we do this, we can never go back. No matter what happens. I could never go back to being just your friend or just some person that you see maybe twice a year….. I won’t be able to walk away and forget about you if this doesn’t work out…..It could get messy….”
Emily knew him enough to know that was his way of telling her that he was scared….well not scared, worried….and that he was leaning more towards yes. But unlike him, she wasn’t worried about the what if’s…like the ‘what if” this doesn’t work, because to her that wasn’t a reality. This wasn’t just some relationship, this would be a new lifestyle. It was this or nothing.
“I’ve got a revelation for you, Mister, if you think I can go back to being just your friend after this conversation, then you're mad; knowing that you feel the same way that I do, that our feelings are mutual…. No, never, I’m not going anywhere. My feelings are too strong for you and now they’ve come unhinged, there’s no closing this box.” She looked into his pale blue eyes as she spoke.
He once told himself he would be whatever she needed him to be. At one time he thought that meant being a lifelong guardian and a friend.
Now she was asking him to be her lover, something he truthfully already wanted to be and was….even if it was just he was in his mind and had kept that opinion to himself. That’s what she needed him to be now, what she was asking for.
Bringing his arms around her again, he rested his chin on top of her head. “We’re going to have to establish some rules and guidelines. We can’t be as open about this as we’d like to be.”
He lifted his head and smiled down at her.
A surge of excitement shot through her. Her eyebrows shot to her hairline as she gave him a wide smile.
Thousands of butterflies erupted in her stomach and in her veins She felt lighter than air. She threw her arms around his neck, stood on her tippy toes, and kissed him without care.
He smiled into her kiss. Placing his arms firmly around her waist, he held her tightly as he picked her up and spun her around, and returned her kiss, unlike the first time on the couch when she caught him by surprise.
While their kisses were clumsy, as neither of them had much practice, they were full of love. The emotions that they had kept bottled up for so long now flowed through them freely and into each other, the Force carrying everything as if they were connected by a conscious stream of emotions. They held onto each other as if they would disappear if one let go of the other.
Eventually, Emily started pulling him backward, toward her bedroom, as they were kissing.
“What are you doing?” He asked, breathing heavily and breaking the kiss.
“After everything, I just went through, including the revealing of these emotions….if you think, that after all that, I’m stopping at just kissing you, then you have another thing coming.” She said seductively, pulling him toward her room.
He started to protest, planting his feet firmly on the ground where he stood.
Everything was happening so much for him. He just professed feelings he had harbored for roughly 16, 17-ish years….He had agreed to go against the Jedi Code, even though it was for love….now…this was about to happen.
It was too much, too soon.
Sensing his hesitance, she stopped pulling him toward the bedroom. She turned to face him and despite their slight height difference, she looked at him, bearing her soul to his eyes.
“Do you love me? Truthfully?” She questioned him seriously.
His ocean-colored eyes met her chocolate-colored ones. He always found so much comfort and trust in her eyes, for years they had been his guiding light and refuge. He found anything he needed to in her eyes; like how in this moment he found the courage to tell her the truth.
He exhaled, breathing a deep breath and placing his hands on her arms.
“More than anything….I love you more than anything.”
His voice was low and serious….but when the sound met her ears it was the most beautiful sound she had ever heard as if a 1000 luminescent heavily beings had sung her the words.
Reaching up, she placed her arms around his neck, “Then don’t be afraid. Because I love you just as much, and I want to know you in the ways a lover knows their partner…..This is a step that we have held on taking for a long time….please, let's take it together…”
Reaching down, she slowly and seductively removed his clone armor that protected his shoulders and his upper body. Next, undid his belt and held his lightsaber in her hands.
As sultry as she could, knowing that he would know that she was teasing him, she walked to her bedroom, swaying her hips back and forth as she walked.
He groaned and threw his head back as he sighed, watching her walk away. How could he deny her anything? He looked at her lovingly…..and with a growing hint of lust. \She looked so confident and beautiful. The look she had in her eyes that she had given him did things to him that he didn’t want to ignore any longer.
Walking forward, in one swift motion, he scooped up as she was about to cross the threshold of her room, and carried a giggling Emily bridal style, over to her bed.
Placing her gently on her feet, he rested his hands gently on her injured ones. Looking into her warm eyes, he kissed her tenderly.
Still kissing, he started to undress her. Attempting to help him, she felt him place her hands softly at her sides. “No…don’t your injured, allow me, sweetheart…” His hands slowly and gingerly undressed her. Mindful of her bruises and injuries, he only used the most delicate touch when handling her.
As he removed her tunic, she bent down to unbuckle her belt and unzip her boots. Kneeling in front of her, he leaned forward and kissed the smooth and firm skin of her belly.
His lips carried the heat of a billion suns, and his beard offered the gentle scratch that she dreamed it always would. She ran one of her bandaged hands through his hair gently as she hummed.
Looking up at her through his eyelashes, his eyes sparkled like stars. “Beautiful” he whispered to her.
When he finished undressing her, he made quick work of his clothes.
As they stood in front of eachother with nothing to hide them, Emily couldn’t help but giggle, “and you called me beautiful…”
Smiling, he hugged her to him, feeling the softness of her skin against his. She sighed into his bare, board chest, and lightly ran her fingertips over his muscular arms.
He scooped her into his arms once again and carried her to the bed, delicately laying her down on it.
Allowing her time to adjust and get comfortable, he patiently waited. Once she was comfortable, he used his arms to support himself, hovering over her small body.
Leaning down, he placed kisses all along her jaw and moved slowly down her neck. His beard tickled her skin as he moved. He elicited sounds from her that filled him with a sensation of pride. Her hands were running through his hair, one of her obsessions, as she let his lips glide over her skin.
He continued to pepper kisses along her collarbone.
He stopped and looked at her shoulder. There was a pinkish spot where the skin had been burned.
He lightly brushed his fingers over it, looking pensively at the scar. A sudden wave of protectiveness flowed through him.
The sensation of her legs wrapping around his waist and her hands gently guiding his face back to her brought him back to the moment.
“Battle droid.” She huffed. Reaching up she kissed his cheek.
Breaking out of her hold easily, he placed a sensual kiss over the scar causing a reaction from her. She arched her shoulder into his kiss as she gasped. He moved his lips up to her temple and whispered into her ear.
“If I could kiss away every bruise and scar on your body, I would.” He kissed the side of her head.
“I wish you could too, I’d enjoy that.” She said playfully as wrapped her bandaged hands around his neck and pulled him down to her, kissing him again.
“Easy, easy…. you wrists are still damaged!” He tried to break out of her hold but she pulled him back into her kiss.
A low rumble that passed for a chuckle came from within him as he succumbed to her.
Emily would never change. There was that fierceness and spunkiness in her that he always loved. Graceful and spunky were just what she was. He couldn’t treat her like a china doll even if he wanted to, she would never allow it.
He started leisurely kissing his way down her body once again, stopping at her breasts.
Before he continued, he lifted his eyes to hers, silently seeking permission. Those beautiful, ocean-colored eyes of his made her shudder with anticipation of what was to come. She could see his question in his eyes and she nodded her assurance.
He used his mouth and his hands to pleasure her there. His tongue lapped at the subtle skin and tested her pert nipples as his hands groped and massaged them.
Years of training with a lightsaber had left his hands worn and calloused; and she secretly loved it, the way it felt on her sensitive skin.
She was lost in him. How many times had she wondered what this would feel like? How she had imagined this at times when she was alone.
He was everything that she thought he would be. Gentle, loving, caring. His kisses left a trail of fire wherever he placed them. His body was strong and warm as it hovered over hers. He used his mouth and hands to pleasure her plump breasts in the most sensual ways.
Moving down her body lower, he gently parted her legs.
Emily’s breath hitched in her throat as she felt his strong hands hold her thighs open with the slightest of pressure.
Concern eyes shot to hers. “...I can stop if you want.”
Sitting up, she took his face in her hands and kissed him, her tongue seeking immediate entrance into him. She looked into his eyes and communicated her want and confidence. “I am yours….please….”
He whined as he delicately kissed her perfect lips.
As Emily laid back down again Obi-Wan placed himself between her legs, kissing his way down her thigh as he came to the center.
Obi-Wan gently lapped at her core. Emily through her head back on the pillow as she let out a wanton sigh, her hands shooting to his hair and as she rhythmically thrust her hips to his sensations.
He was better and more gentle than anything she had conjured up in her room on those lonely nights when she envisioned this very scenario.
She whispered his names, words of praise falling loudly from her pretty lips, as he interested a finger inside of her.
She gasped at the pressure and the sensation, calling out his name, begging him not to stop. Putting everything he had into pleasuring her, Obi-Wan lapped at her core to the rhythm of his thrusting and soon enough, she was spilling herself all over his palm. His hums of approval sending aftershocks of pleasure against her sensitive core.
When he was done, after he let her ride out her high, he rose up and kissed her. She could tasteherlf on his lips and she didn’t disapprove.
After he allowed her a few moments, he realigned himself with her, placing his hips at her entrance. He had very limited knowledge about how this process went, but he knew enough.
Freezing, as if ice was shot through his veins, his eyes snapped to hers. “...I don’t have protection….”
Her expression softened. “It’s okay….I took the shot and I’m up to date.…”
Obi-Wan's eyes grew as his eyebrows shot to his hairline. “...Excuse me?” He smirked.
Emily’s cheeks flushed red, contrasting with the soft gray of her bed sheet. “...Calm down cowboy, it's not what you thin,,..”
Arching an eyebrow playfully, he smirked. “Then enlighten me.”
Her eyes darted away from his. “...Well…you never know when an undercover mission might require something…or if I something should happen to me if I get captured….Always good to have a failsafe….”
Shaking his head back and forth, but with a good-natured smile, he leaned closer to her ear. “...My little minx always was a smart girl…”
Taking himself in his hand, he asked her permission one final time. “Are you ready?”
Reaching out for his free hand, she took it and gave it a firm squeeze. “For anything so long as it's with you.”
His eyes snapped shut….he didn’t know if he would ever get used to how much he loved her.
Her breath stilled as she closed her eyes. He radiated love and gentility. She had never felt so safe in all her life and she was more vulnerable now than she had ever been before.
He kissed her passionately as he wrapped his arm around her. He then rested his forehead against hers, eyes closed, as he whispered to her. “I love you so much. I always have.”
“I love you too. Obi-Wan, you are the only thing I have chosen every day; even if I never told you, and you’re the only thing I want to keep choosing every day from now on.”
He was overwhelmed with emotion; for once, he didn’t care. This beautiful woman whom he had known since he was a child had secretly always and truly returned his love. He had never known, all those years he spent pining over her, that she was feeling the same way.
Now it was as if every dream he had ever had was coming true.
He leaned in and whispered to her, “Are you sure you want to do this? We don’t have to go any further if you aren’t up for it. There is no pressure, I can stop right here.” He ran his hand through her hair, looking at her lovingly.
Oh, this man was going to be the death of her. He was always such a gentleman and naturally had to triple-check everything, making sure her utmost comfort and assurance was his before he proceeded. She knew that if she had made the slightest protest he would have thought nothing of stopping then and there, and she would have never heard a word about it against her.
She wrapped her legs around his hips, drawing him tightly to her. “Yes, I’m sure.”
Obi-Wan had to close his eyes to steady himself. The sensations were threatening to overwhelm him.
Inserting the tip of his member into her entrance, he pressed himself into her gently, slowly.
All at once, the Force exploded around them like a sonic shock wave, It was as if they became part of each other.
They could feel their minds being invaded by one another without either of their doings.
Emily cried out and pressed her head into the pillow.
Obi-Wan froze, terrified he had done something to hurt her in addition to the new sensations they were feeling.
Sensing his fear more strongly than had experienced his other emotions, she rested a hand on his cheek. “It’s the Force, remember…”
He huffed as he nodded his head vigorously.
“ - It's like an amplifier for you.” He grunted, finishing her sentence.
If this was how he was feeling, what was she going through?
Emily looked like she was being pinned down by pain as if the Force would overpower her.
He focused, sending out his Signature to surround her and create a protective barrier around her.
She was suddenly overwhelmed by him in the most positive way. She had another direct link to him. His scent, his emotions, his presence, and the feeling of his body against her, it centered her; he wrapped his sapphire-colored Force Signature around her like a blanket and basked it in it.
Obi-Wan would always find the empathetic like connection that healers had to Force both daunting and fascinating. However, to Emily, she knew no other way of life, the Force was always this looming presence that she had to learn to tame and work with. Once she did, the living force itself was like an extension of her persona and power.
Due to his caring actions, everything became bearable for her, as he was pulling the energy off of her, making it so that they shared the sensations equally rather than everything being forced on her.
She sighed contentedly.
“You have no idea how much I love it when you do that. It truly is the best feeling in the world. I feel like I’m invincible and truly safe when I am wrapped in you.”
He had never known. All the times he had done it, he had done so because he thought it was just easier for her to cope with things. Any pain or burden he could make easier for her, he would do so.
Knowing now what it meant to her and how she felt, it changed everything.
Obi-Wan smiled as he nuzzled her. He sent another loving surge around her, kissed her softly, and gently pressed forward into her all the way.
He kept his movements soft and gentle, cradling her against him as he made love to her.
It was all about her experience for him; everything was always about her. He could feel the mix of pain and pleasure that she was feeling as he moved. He continued to keep his actions soft and sensual until he could feel her pleasure start to increase.
Wrapped in his Force Signature and lost in his sensations, she became able to find his rhythm and matched it to her own.
Obi-Wan would always recall the sounds she made from his movements with fondness. She was so soft, so delicate; but passionate and strong. His heart exploded with love for her. He knew he would never have the words for it; he wasn’t good with words in an emotional sense even on his best day. But if he could show her through his actions how much he loved her, he would do anything for that opportunity.
Emily would always remember how gentle and full of love he was. This man who was a General and an expert swordsman treated her like she was a delicate flower; like a rose. He was a no-nonsense man whose presence commanded respect, and yet, he kissed her like he could breathe life into her. He made love to her as if he worshipped her. She gave herself over to him fully.
Time stopped moving for them, neither had any concept of reality. They could only feel each other as they both climbed higher and higher, chasing their pleasure.
They moved as one, mentally and physically.
Feeling her walls tightening around him and her release approaching, Obi-Wan cupped her face, cradling her while his other slipped between her legs to increase her pleasure.
“....My darling….my sweet girl….whenever you are ready….”
With the precise movements of his fingers and the strokes of his hips, they reached their finish together.
When they were done, he held her tightly in his arms. He whispered words of love to her and dusted her glowing skin with soft kisses.
She grabbed his face, searching for a more passionate release, and kissed him tenderly.
She eventually snuggled into him and he pulled the covers up around them both.
As they drifted off to sleep in each other's arms, each knew that for the first time in their lives that they had made a choice for themselves, not one based on what was expected of them.
They had chosen love.
They had chosen each other.
For once their dreams wouldn’t be better than reality.
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roadtrip III
pairing: anakin x reader (modern au)
summary: you and anakin settle in and spend your first night at the beach house. things become complicated between you and anakin, while also still having conflicts about padme.
warnings: weed, suggestive comments
words: 3.2k
a/n: i hope everyone is enjoying this series! requests/thoughts are open. much love! <3
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part 2
As you feel the car slow to a stop, the sudden stop causes you to wake up with a start.
You blink your eyes open, and look around.
You hear the waves of the ocean crashing against the shore, and the seagulls call to each other overhead.
"We're here already?" You yawn.
Anakin smiles, and looks back over at you again.
"Yep, we're at the beach!"
He pauses for a second, and glances ahead to the sun-drenched beach ahead.
He speaks again, sounding slightly more excited.
"So, you ready to have some fun? If we're gonna make our last week together count, I might as well pull out all the stops, right?"
"Well let's at least get into the house first." You laugh.
You head to the trunk and grab your bags while Anakin grabs his and you head to the front door of the small beach house you had rented for the week.
Anakin follows you over to the front door, and takes a look around at the small beach house.
It's a simple one bedroom house, decorated with colourful furniture and vibrant paintings on the walls.
The ocean view is lovely, and the house is cozy enough for you two to share for a week.
"This... isn't too bad."
Anakin glances at you, and takes a step towards the door.
"Guess I'll let you have the only bedroom, I'll just take the couch or something."
"No. I'll take the couch. That's what I planned to do when I was looking at pictures online." You tell him as you sit your bags down.
"Are you kidding me?"
Anakin sounds shocked, and pauses for a moment as he looks at you.
"I refuse to let you sleep on the couch the entire time, it's not fair."
He gestures to the bedroom.
"And besides, I'll be fine, I don't mind."
Anakin speaks in a firm, yet friendly tone, and smiles at you as he glances back at the door.
"There's no way I'm letting you not sleep in the bedroom."
"Let's fight about this later we need to pick up a few groceries for the week." You tell him.
"Fine."
Anakin shakes his head in disapproval, and looks at you for a moment before nodding his head.
"Alright, groceries it is. Let's get what we need, and then we can have fun the rest of the day."
Anakin speaks in a friendly tone, as he opens the front door to the house.
He holds the door open for you.
"Ladies first."
"Wow, such a gentleman." You sarcastically smiled.
You hop in Anakin's truck and head to a small convenience store to pick up some essentials for the week.
You both get into Anakin's truck, and make the short drive to the convenience store.
Anakin parks the truck outside, and you both head inside.
As you shop for groceries together, Anakin's phone vibrates with a new message.
"Huh?"
Anakin pulls his phone out of his pocket, and checks it with a puzzled look on his face.
"Padme just texted me."
You just roll your eyes, too fed up to respond.
Anakin's face softens as he reads the message on his phone.
"It says, 'You busy this week?'"
He pauses for a moment, and glances at you.
"So... she does still care about me."
Anakin laughs, as he pockets his phone once more.
"Well, I guess that's one good thing, right? At least she's still thinking about me."
"I don't know about that." You flatly reply.
Anakin stays silent for a moment, and looks at you with a confused expression on his face.
"What do you mean by that, exactly?"
He sounds slightly hurt, and pauses for a moment.
"Come on, you care about me too, right?"
Anakin looks at you with a pleading expression in his eyes.
"We're, we're friends, right...?"
"Yes Anakin, but I don't want to get into this again, especially in public, but she probably just wants a quick fuck. You are here with me. At the beach. Five hours away from her." You ramble.
You speak without thinking, clearly annoyed at Anakin.
Anakin stays silent for a moment, clearly hurt by your comment.
He's about to speak up, but then stops himself.
He calms himself, and speaks again.
"You're right. I am with you, because you're the most important person in my life right now."
Anakin pauses for a moment, and takes a deep breath.
"I'm sorry, I don't know what took over me just now. Your comment just caught me off guard, that's all."
"Let's check out."
You push your buggy to the register.
Anakin nods, and follows you to the checkout lane.
As you wait in line, Anakin's phone vibrates again with a new message.
Anakin pulls his phone out of his pocket, and looks at it.
"Wait, what?"
He pauses for a moment, and then speaks with a slightly concerned voice.
"It's from Padme again, and it says, 'You coming'?"
Anakin pauses for a moment, and looks at you with a confused expression on his face.
"I don't know what the hell she's taking about, but I know you aren't leaving me stranded here and driving five hours back home just because you're pussy whipped." You tell him as you place all your items on the conveyor belt.
Anakin looks at you for a moment, and then speaks.
"I agree with you, I'm not leaving the beach just to see her."
He pauses for a moment, and then shakes his head.
"She'll have to wait until next week, cause right now, you're the only person I want to spend time with."
Anakin grabs the items off the belt, and puts them into a single bag.
"Now, let's head back before this gets blown out of proportion."
You and Anakin leave the store and make it back to the small beach house. You started unpacking groceries.
Anakin helps you unpack the groceries, and sets some of the food in the fridge.
Anakin then pauses for a moment, and looks at you with a small smile.
"So, we have a whole week left to make it count, right?"
He looks ahead to the living room, and places his hands on the back of his head.
"What do you want to do first, hang out here, go out somewhere, or..."
Anakin pauses, and looks at you with a playful smile.
"Or just have some more fun on the couch?"
"Shut up." You roll your eyes.
It was already 6:00 p.m. so you didn't have much time to do anything.
"How about we take it easy tonight? We can order in, watch some Netflix, smoke some of that weed." You smirked.
Anakin nods, and starts to take a little more interest in the suggestion.
"Sure, we can do that. Sounds like a good way to kick off the week."
Anakin smiles in approval, and glances towards the living room.
You dig through your suit case and find that brown paper bag full of joints that Anakin bought for some sketchy kid 9 months back.
Anakin starts reached for the bag.
"East there tiger, let me order the food first." You laugh.
Anakin chuckles again as he follows you back to the kitchen, and you place the call for the pizza.
As you wait for the food to arrive, you grab the bag full of joints and pull one out.
You look back at Anakin, and chuckle again as you pass him the joint.
"Let's at least celebrate the start of our week here, shall we?"
Anakin smiles, and takes the joint from you.
"You look good tonight."
Chills went down your spine. He has to know what he does to you. He gives you just enough attention to keep your hopes too high and then turns around and talks about Padme. You couldn't wait to get high and enjoy that sensation of not worrying about anything.
You ignore his comment and order the pizza while Anakin does God knows what.
Anakin paces back and forth for a moment, and then stops in front of you.
"Hey, I... I'm sorry about earlier."
He pauses for a moment, and then speaks with a soft tone of voice. "I know I just kept talking about Padme."
Anakin then takes a deep breath, and shakes his head with a small disappointed smile.
"It's okay Ani. Look the pizza will be here soon." You put your hand on his shoulder.
You notice he has a thoughtful look on his face while he stared at you.
"What are ya doing? You okay?" You ask.
"Hm? Oh, nothing. I was... um... just thinking?"
Anakin tries to look innocent, and pauses for a moment.
"Yeah, let's say I was thinking. And don't ask what I was thinking about."
Anakin smiles at you again, and then pauses for a moment.
"What about you? What were you thinking about?"
There's a knock on the door.
"I was thinking about how fucking weird you are." You stand up and get the door.
It was the delivery guy, as you expected.
Anakin smiles, and glances at you with a chuckle.
"I think you need to be a little more specific than that."
Anakin watches as you bring the pizza into the house, and smiles with approval.
"Nice, it's here! I'm actually starving".
Anakin grabs the box, and looks at you with a sly smile.
"Now that's out of the way, we can go back to having some fun, right?"
"Yeah."
You sit down on the couch and turn on Netflix.
"Ani, you pick what to watch."
You hand Anakin the remote and reach for a joint out of the bag and light it. You take a slow drag and lay your head on the back of the cough while passing the joint to Anakin.
Anakin takes the joint from you, and sits down next to you on the couch.
He takes a deep drag, and turns on Netflix.
He then pauses for a moment, and speaks to you with a relaxed tone of voice.
"We are watching The Office."
He chuckles softly, and passes the joint back to you.
"Yes! I love the Office." You grab the joint.
Anakin smiles, and takes another drag from the joint.
He looks over at you, and then pauses for a moment.
"Hey, quick question, what did you think of my outfit earlier today?"
There's a tone of curiosity in his voice, but a hint of nervous excitement, almost like he's eagerly awaiting your answer.
"You're high." You take a bite of your pizza.
Anakin laughs softly, and shakes his head.
"Oh, come on... let's not deny this, you thought I looked good today."
And then, he says it.
He speaks his feelings out loud.
"You know you thought, I looked hot today."
Anakin turns to look at you, and speaks very directly.
"And if you didn't, why would you agree to come here with me, on what's basically a romantic road trip."
"I'm the only hot one here."
You grab a blanket from off the back of the couch and lay it out over you.
Anakin smiles, and leans over towards you.
He speaks with a playful tone of voice.
"Oh is that so?"
He pauses for a moment, and then reaches out to gently touch your face.
"Maybe we can find out just how hot I'm talking about."
He stares at you for a moment, his touch becoming slightly more intimate as he feels his emotions building and boiling up within him.
"Anakin, pass me the joint."
You don't know what he's doing, but you know this flirting isn't real, even as much as you wish it was. He liked Padme.
Anakin passes you the joint, and slowly leans in towards you.
He holds your waist with one hand, and the other hand comes down to your face.
"Come on."
Anakin speaks very passionately and intimately.
"Let's just... forget about what we think is good for us. Let's just act on whatever we feel is good for us, at least for tonight."
His voice becomes more desperate, as if he's trying to convince you that the way you feel is real.
"Anakin. You're high. You don't actually want this." Your breath gets heavier with each word.
Anakin pulls you close into him, and whispers in your ear.
"Oh but I do, and you do too."
He strokes your chin, and speaks to you with that same desperate energy.
"Come on... let yourself go. Let's not worry about what we might 'regret', all that matters is this moment."
"You know I want this. That's why you flirt with me. Because you know you can mess with me. Because I'll never have you." You look into his eyes.
Your mind was was foggy from the high you were on and you were pouring you heart out to Anakin unintentionally.
Anakin looks as you speak, and then leans down to your face.
His voice is very soft and quiet, as he speaks gently to you.
"You always say I'll never have you..."
There's a hint of pain in Anakin's voice as he speaks, but it's quickly washed over by an expression of passion.
"But deep down, maybe I do have you... and maybe that's why I say those things, it's because I wish you would see... you've always been mine."
"What about Padme? I thought she was the one you wanted. I'm just your annoying best friend?" You continued.
Anakin holds you with one arm, and pulls you closer with the other.
He then looks into your eyes, and answers to the question you asked.
"Padme doesn't matter. Right now, it's just us."
Anakin smiles, and pulls you onto his lap.
"She doesn't have to come between us right now."
He rubs your cheek with his fingers, and lets out a small chuckle.
Anakin just stares at you, and speaks with a passionate tone of voice.
"Right now, I just want to spend the night with you, and for you to show me how much you... want me."
Anakin pulls you closer, and caresses your chin with his fingers.
"You know you want it, I can see it in your eyes. You always show me that you do."
The tone of his voice, and the way he speaks, there's no hesitation. There's no question.
"Anakin, I've always wanted you. I've waited my whole life for you. But now that you say you want me, it doesn't feel right. It feels like you are just saying this because you can't have Padme right now. You were just talking about how great she was." You cup his face with your hand.
"We're both going to regret this in the morning." You mumble.
Anakin places his forehead against yours.
Anakin giggles softly, and speaks with a hint of arrogance and playfulness.
"Maybe we will, but right now... we only regret the things we don't do."
He places a hand on your waist, and then rubs your leg slowly with his other hand.
"Come on, can we just... enjoy what we have. Just for one night... what's so bad about that?"
"Because you'll want her in the morning, not me. That will break my heart." You whisper.
Anakin stays quiet for a moment, and then starts to chuckle.
"I think you're underestimating how much I want you right now. And you know what..."
Anakin leans his face towards yours, the smell of the joint filling your nostrils.
"Maybe... you can show me just how much you want me. And maybe that will change my mind in the morning."
"Fuck you. I shouldn't have to convince you."
Your mouth said one thing but your body said another. You gave into your temptations and slammed your lips into Anakin's and layed the joint down on the ashtray on the coffee table.
Anakin smiles, and pulls you closer towards him.
He speaks with a sense of urgency, and his words come out like they're coming straight from the depths of his soul.
"I know you want it, I know you want me."
He rubs your waist, and caresses your cheek passionately.
"I don't have to be convinced by your words."
His voice gets deeper, and he speaks with more confidence.
"I'm convinced because of the way you look at me. I'm convinced because of the way you say my name."
Anakin pushed you back onto the couch and begins to kiss you again.
Anakin leans on the couch, and kisses you back passionately.
He lets his hands wander freely, and his body moves slowly against yours.
The words he spoke just moments ago became true.
There is only one thing he wants, in this moment, and it's you.
You let yourself fall completely into his control, not worried about the morning. He had completely convinced you that he didn't want Padme, that he wanted you. You wouldn't usually let your guard down so easily, but the weed was hazing your mind.
As you give in yourself, Anakin becomes more assertive and more confident.
His lips meet yours with more passion, and his body moves in sync with yours.
The tension he's felt for the last several hours starts to disappear.
Anakin is now completely lost in the moment, and the thoughts of Padme never crossed his mind.
Until his phone rang.
Anakin freezes, and quickly looks down at his phone.
"Sorry, just ignore that."
He says it with a certain amount of desperation.
"It's Padme, it's nothing important."
"I fucking knew it." You push Anakin off of you.
Padme is like a parasite. She always drove a wedge between you and Anakin.
Anakin's voice cracks, and he speaks with a hint of hopelessness.
"This... this isn't important right now."
There's more sadness to his voice than desperation.
"Please, let's just forget about her for a second. Let's just enjoy what we have right now."
"Why? So you drool over Padme again tomorrow?" You ask.
"I'm not doing that to myself Anakin. Let's just forget this ever happened, okay?"
Anakin looks desperate.
He shakes his head, and speaks with more urgency.
"No! We can't just forget this, or pretend like it didn't happen."
There's a hint of sadness in his voice as he speaks.
"You know how long I've wanted you? You know that this is the only chance we have right now!"
Anakin pauses for a moment, and then speaks again.
"So don't ask me to just forget this. Please, just give me tonight."
"You're high. We're both high. We aren't in our right minds. Let's just go to bed and talk about this later when we are rational." You reason.
As much as you wanted what Anakin was saying to be true, he says a lot of weird shut when he's high. He was probably just horny or something. It would be best to sleep it off.
Anakin lets out a sigh.
"You're right..."
He speaks quietly, and starts to get up off of the couch.
"I'll just... go sleep off these thoughts."
He walks towards the door, before turning back around.
"But maybe... in the morning, you could give me a chance to prove what I just said?"
"Goodnight Anakin." You wave him off.
"I'll take the couch tonight."
Anakin nods silently, and leaves the room.
A few moments later, you can hear the sound of Anakin walking up the stairs to his room.
Anakin's bedroom door closes, and then you're left alone.
You can't help but feel a little bittersweet as he leaves.
You wonder if he really did mean what he said, or if it was just the weed talking...
roadtrip IV
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The Red Logs: Return to the Temple Ch. 11
Chapter 11: Strength
Last Chapter <- -> Next Chapter
Fem!OC X Crosshair
Word Count: 3669
Fic Summary:
There are benefits to owning a clone bar. Underworld lords don’t threaten you to pay for protection. Clones are great company. And the drinks taste great. However, there are also risks to owning a clone bar. Like, for example, becoming the fuck buddy of a special clone task force member so your life gets threatened when a Separatist puts out a bounty for your capture in order to use you as blackmail. Also your sleep schedule get’s wrecked. But Anya Tougt is a little more capable than an average bar owner.
Ao3 Link Here
Warnings apply to whole fic:
Canon typical violence, descriptions of panic attacks, alcohol, swearing, 18+ themes (eventual smut), trauma, religious trauma parallels, mild gore
Authors Note:
I just realized, my word count is likely off because I’ve started including my html coding for when I post to ao3. Opps.
28 BBY. That kid started following me around. Anakin Skywalker. He’s not as bad, once you actually get to know him. Actually, I think we’ll continue to get along fairly well. He was getting a little restless inside the temple today, so I took him out to my favorite dinner. Obi-Wan’s reaction once we returned was better than I expected.
Dry air scraped my throat with each inhale as we ran across the red landscape. With nightfall came a pleasant chill that almost made me shiver. Our footfalls, heavy breathing, and the billowing wind at our backs were the only sounds to disturb the mesa formation. All the sand dancing in the air made me all the more grateful for the helmet that kept my identity a secret.
Hunter and Tech led us, with Wrecker following beside me and Crosshair behind. Despite his many declarations of feeling fine, I noticed Wrecker clench his fists while we ran. If I noticed his discomfort, then the others would have as well. Hunter had said nothing against Wrecker when he suited up for this mission, but somehow that silence said enough.
After several minutes, Tech lifted his hand to indicate we were nearing the coordinates. We gradually slowed our pace until we came to a stop behind a large rock formation. I peaked around the rocks to get a look of the building. Instead I found another mesa with several turret droids perched along its cliff face.
“My scans indicate there are two entrances. One there,” Tech pointed towards the base of the cliff. From my angle I could barely make out massive black doors, hangar doors. “And one up there.” His hand lifted to the flat top where a single lift door jutted out of the ground.
“How many droids?” Hunter kept his eyes on the lights that dotted the cliff.
Tech fiddled with his datapad before answering. “Outside the caves there appears to be ten droids, eight of which are the turrets along the cliff. Inside, however, I cannot yet get a clear scan.” Through yellow tinted lenses, hazel eyes narrowed. “Something is blocking my signal.”
“Only ten droids?” Wrecker let out a boisterous laugh. “The Seps are holding out on us!”
“Yes, well I don’t believe we will be running into many droids, even inside.” Only a nudge from Crosshair snapped Tech’s head up from his data pad. Upon seeing multiple buckets aimed his way, the clone elaborated. “After the destruction of the moon base Dukoo greatly diminished the number of droids assigned under Vekek’s command, I found the order in the files.” He said all matter-of-fact as if the information was well known.
Wrecker let out a low groan. “Aww, this is going to be so boring then.”
“We’re blowing up the whole base!?”
“What about life signs?” Hunter returned the clone’s attention to the mission at hand.
Tech shook his head. “Also unsure, I believe these winds are disrupting my equipment.”
Hunter’s helmet dipped down. Beside me Crosshair looked through his scope. “I could easily take them all out.”
“And alert Vekek to release the Doashim?” I turned my head to look his way.
“Said I could, Commander.” He didn’t even bother looking up from his scope. “But if you have any ideas, please share.” Each word dripped with snark.
Unfortunately, I did. But there was no guarantee that plan would work, so I kept my mouth shut. With my silence as an answer, Hunter began editing the plan he shared with us on the Marauder. Crosshair and I would scale the cliffside while Tech used an EMP blast to temporarily disable the droids outside. Then the others would take the front entrance. With both exits cut off the chances of Vekek escaping would be much slimmer. Once she was in our custody and we were all clear, Wrecker would detonate the bombs he and Hunter would have set while Tech uploaded a virus into the terminals. But that plan had no contingency if Vekek released a modified Doashim. Hell, any Doashim.
There was that itch again, the same itch I felt back in my bar when bounty hunters attacked. This status as a Jedi- no, not the status. My power meant that I could help these clones. Just like I helped on the moon. And that nearly ended in disaster. Then a soft voice I hadn’t heard in years brushed my ears.
Reach out.
Immediately I whipped my head around looking for the source. Crosshair’s helmet turned towards me.
Anya, feel through the force for them.
She spoke again. None of the other clones reacted in any way that indicated they heard the voice. Great. I was hallucinating. Hallucinating my dead Master’s voice, no less. Then the flashes of her guiding hand, those light footfalls that were so easily ignored by those less trained, and that look of determination that swelled in her inky eyes while teaching me came to mind. But, unlike the normal sporadic flashes, these all came from one memory. It wasn’t a hallucination, it was a memory. Instantly the strewn pieces snapped together like a magnetized puzzle.
I knew what I needed to do. Before Tech could finish analyzing the weather- admittedly I had no idea how that related to our plan- I closed my eyes and focused. Almost immediately I was overwhelmed by cosmic power, but a gruff huff and clenched fists steadied me. Reaching out in the force was a messy affair. With so many emotions flowing in I had to narrow my field of view. Master Tali had taught me to shrink my reach, like looking down a scope. So I lifted my hand towards the secret base and envisioned a barrier around it.
“What’s she doing?” Wrecker’s voice created a pocket in my sight.
“Jedi shit.” Crosshair answered.
“And it requires focus, so please.” I hissed through the weight bearing down on my mind. There was movement beside me, but I paid it no mind.
Finally I managed to connect with the life forms inside the caves. “Six.” I gasped as the connection dropped with my arm. “There should be six living things inside that cave. At least, six things big enough that they wouldn’t be a pest.”
From under his goggles I could see Tech furrowed his brows. But Hunter spoke first. “You’re sure?” My breath was still heavy as I lifted a hand into a so-so motion. Hunter’s helmet stayed on us for a moment before turning towards the base.
Goggles bounced as Tech took the pause from his sergeant as a chance to share his thoughts. “My instruments can barely pick up a handful of droids from within the caves,” Oh, I must have missed that development. “Due to all the interference from the wind!” As if to prove his point, a strong gust slapped against our armor. “And you’re saying from a feeling you know how many Doashim are in there?”
My head shook as I attempted to explain. Like they were weighed down, my hands hovered at chest height switching gestures with each answer that came to mind. Out of all the choices, only one was true if I was being honest with myself. “I don’t.” Tech’s shoulders stiffened. “In fact, there’s plenty of reasons my number could be wrong. But an estimate is more than nothing.”
While my words didn’t seem to satisfy the exceptional clone, beeping from his datapad tore his attention away. “Hunter, a large enough squall is coming. They need to move now.” His helmet jerked towards Crosshair and I. Hunter nodded at us. It was time.
Together we sprinted across red earth towards the spotlights of the turret droids. Crosshair kept his pace steady despite the lights fixed a few meters before us. Even with the burn in my lungs and the sense of danger ahead, I matched his stride.
Four meters.
The lights remained steady.
Three.
I clenched my jaw and forced my legs forward. Everything screamed to turn around.
Then, darkness.
That wash of blue light snapped out of existence as a massive blast of wind practically lifted my feet from the ground. Crosshair veered left while I remained on my path towards the right column of droids. We scaled the walls with rushed precision. Blaster fire would be too loud, so instead Tech had given us little chips to place on the droids. Something about making sure our exit would be a quiet one. Once I was close enough, I threw two of the chips onto the backs of the lower set of temporarily deactivated droids. Then, with the aid of the force, I jumped up to the next viable handhold and repeated with the higher pair.
“We’re inside.” Tech’s voice came over the comms. “Just as I saw on the scan, no droids behind the hangar doors.”
That seemed. Odd. Before I could give it more thought, the droids below me began sputtering back to life. A rush of panic spurred my body forward as my gloved hand landed on the clifftop. Burning in my abs slowed my rise until I gained enough height to roll unceremoniously over the clifftop. I threw my arms against the red rock and attempted to catch my breath.
“Impressive display of strength, Commander.”
Crosshair’s voice snapped my body up. With my lungs still burning for air, I opted to throw up a lazy bird his way while rearranging myself to stand. As I dusted the red gravel from my exposed skin, that thought I couldn’t give more attention to before came to mind.
“Hunter, we’ve finished up here.” Static answered my buzz. “Tech, Wrecker, what’s your status?” Again, no response. Crosshair’s confident posture stiffened as he held his rifle at attention. We ran towards the lift. Before we got there I used the force to push the call button. “Did Tech mention our comms would be affected by the winds?” Crosshair answered by shaking his head. Lift doors opened in front of us.
“What are you thinking?” Beside me Crosshair remained still, if a bit stiff. I, however, was a jitterning mess.
“Why would a hangar have no droids guarding it? Even if Dukoo reduced the amount of droids, there should be at least one in that hangar.” Beside me Crosshair raised his rifle as the lift came to a slow stop. I followed suit, pulling out my lightsaber and holding it across my body. Then, gray doors opened.
Metal scaffolding clung on cave walls across from thick horizontal bars that sparked a sickly green. Those bars separated us from five normal Doashim stalking three modified clones. Immediately I closed my saber and lifted both hands towards the predators below. That familiar weight caught my breath as the Doashim slowed their-
“Shit!” A blaster shot threw my shoulder back and dropped my focus.
“No time for Jedi magic,” Crosshair dropped three tan droids. “We’ve got our own problems.”
“Clearly.” I hissed through the dull pain. Any attempt to calm the beasts below needed to wait until the droids were dealt with. Before another bolt could meet its target, I used my saber to deflect the red blast. Reverberating metal announced more droids climbing the steps that led to our position.
My blade sparked as I plunged the plasma through the dark plating of a super battle droid. Next I sliced another gray droid in half and deflected a shot from a lower step. Behind me, Crosshair threw a small reflective disk that landed on a droid in the middle of the next group approaching. One shot later that droid fell to its knees. Another shot reflected off that silver disk and bounced through three more droids, deactivating them all. From our perch by the lift we confirmed the last droids had been dealt with, but Vekek was nowhere to be found.
Below us Hunter was hanging on the back of one Doashim, struggling to bring his vibroblade to the eye of the creature. One of the beasts laid still against the other cave wall, but its shallow breathing twisted my gut. Wrecker managed to grab one by the tail and threw it into another readying to pounce on the strong clone. The stumble caused the pair to fight each other and ignore the clones around them. With the last Doashim, Tech was slowly backing up into a wall while looking up. Right as the creature pounced Tech rolled between its legs and pressed a detonator. A small explosion detached low hanging rocks that landed with a sickly crunch.
These Doashim were about a meter taller than the clones, a massive difference from the monster we fought on the moon. “Damn, that growth serum really did something huh?” I mumbled. Those energy beams would block any blaster fire, so we needed a way to shut down the power. “Crosshair, the control panel.” I gestured towards a silver box attached to an amplifier pylon.
“Wait!” Tech yelled from below. “That’ll open the doors!” Behind him the rubble stirred.
“Tech!” I yelped.
Wrecker dived into his brother, landing them out of the way of a visibly injured Doashim. One arm was completely limp and the side of its head was smashed in, yet it still raced through the cage looking for a fight.
“They are modified, they can’t leave!” Together Tech and Wrecker fired shots at the injured beast. One of Wrecker’s Doashim lifted its head in victory, purple blood covering its jaws. A pair of red eyes landed on the two clones.
A long yell caught my ear as I watched Hunter rocket through the sky, purple liquid covering his gloves. His Doashim was covered in cuts leaking that deep color, but didn’t seem bothered at all. With a terrible thud, Hunter landed against the wall Wrecker and Tech were backing into.
“Their pistols aren’t doing enough.” Metal steps rang out as Crosshair paced the platform. At some point I must have holstered my lightsaber since I felt my empty hands shaking. Those dull thuds stopped and then there was movement beside me. A few objects flung through the air and landed with clinks. “You can control them, right?”
My eyes stayed glued to the approaching Doashim. A few of them snapped warnings at each other, but the one with the purple stained jaw roared for their cooperation. Hunter hadn’t moved since he landed. Wrecker and Tech stood directly in front of him. As if aware of our struggling situation, the previously incapacitated Doashim rose with a shake of its head.
“Annie!” Gray armor stepped into my view. A firm hand gripped my good shoulder and shook me. “Get the Doashim to stop moving, I’ll do the rest.”
I snapped up to his visor. “Four? No I can’t-”
“You did before!” There wasn’t anger in his voice, only urgency.
“Instinct, not-“ My eyes darted back to the group of Doashim, now poised in a terribly familiar position. “Be ready.” I threw both arms up once again. A shot of pain ran through my right arm. But that didn’t matter.
Black covered my vision as I slammed my eyes shut. A rush of anger, pain, and fear threw my head back. Through the mess of emotions I found the four Doashim, more afraid than the clones at their mercy. Calm. My teeth gnash down as I lowered my chin. The only sound was the faint whispering of wind outside. Still. As my thoughts enveloped the Doashim, they turned to look my way. Beside me I felt Crosshair move and then-
Four dull thuds followed a single blaster shot.
Immediately, I dropped to my knees and folded over. My chest heaved as bile threatened to escape my stomach. Another shot brought the sound of fizzing power. I focused on the fading sizzle until nothing remained. Carefully, I brought my knee up to stand. When I lifted my head I was met with a gloved hand.
Crosshair stood silently looking over his shoulder towards his brothers with an extended hand my way. The shake in my limbs encouraged my dominant hand to meet his. With a single pull, he brought me to my feet.
“Good?” Our boots clanked in unison as we walked down steps littered with damaged droid parts.
“Yeah. Just, it was…” My chest tightened. “Intense.” Even though I managed to recover myself, my heart still pounded at a pace that was certainly not normal.
As we landed on red ground, Hunter stepped out from behind a massive terminal and waved us over. There were tables, abandoned equipment, and a mess of neon liquids contained in various glass containers lined up against the cave walls. Two deactivated insect droids laid in a pile together. One sputtered with electricity as Tech messed with its back panel. Hunter stood behind him with crossed arms. Wrecker watched on while leaning against the cave beside the protocol droids.
“Vekek was never here, only her projection.” Hunter shifted his weight as we approached. “After giving us a speech about how we’d die horrible deaths, she deactivated these droids and ended the call. And that’s not all.” We stood around the deactivated droids as Hunter talked. I crooked my head at his words. “She’s Ardennian. Looked like two of her arms were working on something unrelated while typing in commands for the droids.”
“Ardennian?” I mused. Short six limbed sentients that were known in the galaxy for their agility. Not someone you wanted to be caught in a fight against.
“Everything is gone.” Tech’s voice snapped my focus back. “I can’t lift anything from this.” He huffed as he stood to full height and stretched out his back.
“So coming here was useless?” Crosshair turned his head at my words. Normally that was his line.
“Not exactly.” Tech held out a hopeful hand. “Because of the length of her speech I was able to hack the broadcast and trace her location to a ship in orbit above Ryltoh.”
Even still, my helmet dipped. Tech continued, talking about the possibilities of Vekek’s potential actions. Hunter asked a question and Crosshair made a comment, but my attention turned to the clone who had yet to say anything. Wrecker’s relaxed posture was given away by the hand holding his stomach. I circled behind the droids and leaned against my own patch of wall beside him. He towered over me, nearly half a meter taller.
“Did your stitches open?” I spoke in a near whisper, as much as a droid can whisper at least.
“Tech already gave me a shot of bacta, no need to worry about me.” Despite his positive tone, I furrowed my brows and crossed my arms. “What about you?” Two red nines turned to face me. The drippy paint was smudged and darkened from time.
“Just my shoulder, but nothing too bad.”
Beside me the clone shook those nines and turned to face me wholly. His head tilted. “But you collapsed after Crosshair killed those beasties.” Wrecker’s confusion increased his volume. “We all saw.” He gestured towards the others, who were now watching our conversation.
“What we saw was likely Annie experiencing an anxiety attack.” For a second, I worried Tech could see through my helmet, because he stepped forward when my face froze. “Likely related to her success in subduing the Doashim through the force.” He continued as if he was talking battle statistics.
Finally I caught up. “But now I’m fine.” My hands itched to mess with my hair. “So there’s nothing to worry about.”
Tech nodded once. Wrecker shifted, clearly unsatisfied with the end of this topic. Now it was Hunter’s turn to step in. “Wrecker, Cross.” He lifted a guiding hand at his brothers. “Get to planting explosives. There’s still plenty of functional equipment we can prevent the Separatists from collecting when they return here.”
Even the prospect of explosives didn’t fully distract the large clone, but still he stood and clasped his hands together. Crosshair followed behind with long strides
“I’ll bring the Marauder to the top of the mesa, Hunter.” Low thuds followed Tech’s words. My eyes watched as he navigated the messy steps to the lift door. A soft whoosh later he disappeared behind those doors. But my gaze lingered.
Something about Tech felt different. Not that I could even pinpoint it. We didn’t have many interactions since that conversation on the marauder. But the way he stepped in felt-
“I came to while you were, er,” Hunter’s voice snapped my eyes back to him. He waved a hand towards me. “Well, doing whatever you did.”
That earned a buzzing laugh from me. “So you caught the end of the show.”
Hunter’s low laugh joined mine. “Hell of a show. Cody’s job is about to be a lot less stressful with you around.” He crossed his arms and shifted his weight while speaking.
My laugh fell. “Not really.” I lifted a hand to rub the back of my helmet. “Obi-Wan’s not likely to bring me on many missions. This was a,” Through the helmet my drawl sounded like a low buzz. “Unique situation.” Across the cave I watched Crosshair throw bombs that latched onto the celiing with expert precision. At the other side Wrecker threw his explosives into a sporadic pattern.
Hunter’s visor met mine before he lifted his helmet off and held it at his hip. He turned to look at the other’s when he spoke again. “That’s a shame. If anyone will bring an early end to this war, it’ll be the Jedi.”
I couldn’t hold back my scoff. “Don’t tell me you actually believe that bantha crap.”
“Not really,” He turned to face me. “But strength can make the difference between a win and a loss.” A low rumbling turned our attention above us. Hunter whistled to Crosshair and Wrecker, who lightly jogged to the steps that led to the lift doors. He turned, ready to join them, but stopped. “And Jedi have strength.” Then he followed his brothers.
Dividers by Djarrex
#The Red Logs: Return to the Temple#star wars#star wars fanfic#star wars fanfiction#sw tcw fanfic#sw the clone wars fanfic#tbb fanfic#the bad batch fanfiction#crosshair x oc#oc x crosshair#crosshair x fem oc
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Fanfic/ oneshots, number fics open
character match Ups. Closed again. I have over 20+ atm.
I'm gonna try and get thought as many as I can. I might have to close it for longer. But while it's closed I'm still taking Fanfic request.
Please know it does take me some time to write match ups. do take me a little while to do with such a demand for them. And also at the same time I'm working on fanfics around them. But thanks you all for your patients and I hope you enjoy what do to come.
*OPEN FOR BUSINESS!*
Rules: please if asking for Nsfw or reading be over 18 I have to say it.
Aloud: NSFW, fluff, smut, angst, hurt, mention of past abuse. (Alien love!!!)
I will not do: rape, abuse, Furries (I'm sorry I just don't write it), necrophilia, anything along that line.
Info for Match ups: please the basics, age, gender sexuality(if your comfortable) a small discriptuion of yourself and things you like. these you don't have to be 18 for but please over 15 for these, they are only gonna be cute fluffy writing. I do not do NSFW for maths ups only fanfics and one shots.
One shot and fanfic info: in happy to do nsfw but I do need confirmation your 18 or over either in your bio or on the ask. Same rules apply from 'rules'. Please state what gender you want the fanfic for otherwise I default to They/them for the writing just to be inclusive.
(Guys please be patient, I'm a guy so doing Character X fem reader takes me a bit is all)
Numbers for number fics are here. ⬇️⬇️⬇️⬇️
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The Bad batch
Clone Force 99- Hunter
Clone Force 99- Tech
Clone Force 99- Crosshair
Clone Force 99- Wrecker
Clone Force 99 - Echo
Episode 11- Captain Howzer
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Star wars the clone wars
501st
Captain Rex
Kix
Jesse
Fives
Dogma
Hardcase
Tup
212th
Commander Cody
Gregor
Waxer
Boil
Crys
104th 'Wolfpack'
Commander Wolffe
Sinker
Comet
Boost
Warthog
Wildfire
Domino squad :,)
Heavy
Droidbait
Cutup
Echo
fives
Other clones
Oddball
Matchstick
Commander Fox
Commander Thorn
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Grim Squad (my clone squad)
Weazel
Shreder
Jericho
Tiim
Fable
Maze
Gold-1
Ripple
Glaus
Newbie- Casket (my shiny son)
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Info. So I decided to add my own clone squad becuase it's me hahaha. I don't expect much with them but they are there anyway.
Well everything is set so I hope you all enjoy.
NEW ADDITION CHARCATERS!!!
Clone wars
Darth Maul
Savage Opress
Anakin Skywalker
Obi wan Kenobi
Plo Koon
Star wars Rebels.
Older wolffe
Older Rex
Older gregor
Thrawn
Agent Kallus
Eli Vanto ( I don't care if he isn't in it. He is to me!)
The mandolorian
Boba Fett
Din Djarin
Sequels
Armitage Hux
Kylo Ren/Ben solo
Finn
The old republic
Arcann Tirall
Darth Marr
Torian Cadera
OC Characters plus Feature art when asked for match ups or Fics.
Kodja Bathrian (clone wars twi'lek) Male
Varr'ivaz'loawe 'Ivaz' ( Outlander Old republic Chiss) male
#Star wars#star wars clone wars#star wars clones#the bad batch#star wars the bad batch#bad batch#bad batch crosshair#bad batch hunter#bad batch tech#bad batch echo#bad batch wrecker#captain rex#commander wolffe#commander cody#clone fives#boba fett#arcann tirall#arcann#torian cadera#darth marr#darth maul#savage opress#OC#commander fox#obi wan kenobi#anakin skywalker#din djarin#kylo ren#armitage hux#thrawn
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