#anakin skywalker x 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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My Bounty.
Warnings: Smut. Vaginal, unprotected sex, force play. Minors dni
Pairing: Clone Wars (single) Anakin Skywalker x Bounty Hunter reader
Summary: Anakin Skywalker goes above and beyond to make your life difficult, taking whatever he wants without explanation. So when reader confronts him, things don’t go exactly as planned.
Word count: 1.7k
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The meddling nature of the Jedi was nothing compared to the nature of Anakin Skywalker. His darkness seeps its way into everything. His dark robe, gloves, boots, curls, eyes. He was the darkness enveloping me in a dizzying spiral of hate and desire. And he did it again. He stole my bounty just so he could give me that dark look.
His gaze observes the way my fists clench and how I chew my bottom lip. A wicked smirk dances on his face as clones praise and pat him on the back. He knew exactly what he was doing, watching me with an intensity, that had me shaking.
Finally, Anakin’s eyes move away from my figure, beckoned by his Master. He stalks towards Obi-Wan Kenobi and his mocking facade breaks instantly. I nearly scream at the sight. What was he hoping to achieve? Stealing my potential profits is certainly an interesting pastime, not one you would expect from “the chosen one.”
I huff out my frustration, deflating my tense shoulders. With his back now turned, I relax. Pivoting on my heel, I hurry away from the scene. On to the next hunt, before Skywalker gets the chance to take it from me.
Frankly, I have no clue how it started, his fixation with making me miserable. I almost feel paranoid, as if I’m making up the whole debacle. But from the way he looks at me, unspeaking, I know this truly is my reality. Anakin Skywalker hates me.
...
Now glaring at my reflection within the confines of my room, my restraint runs thin. I’m not gonna do it. I’m not gonna do it. I’m not gonna do it. I’m gonna do it. I’m gonna confront him because that sort of thing always goes well.
I head out towards the Jedi temple where Skywalker is most likely training his Padawan. While marching over, I contemplate the arguments I will bring up when face-to-face with him. How I will look into those comet-like eyes and not get distracted by his plump lips.
Moral of the story, I’m going to put an end to this one-sided game we play.
Once my vision connects with his broad back, his name escapes me without hesitation, “Anakin.” Saying it takes me by surprise, seeing as though I’ve never said it before. But clearly, it shocks him more, as when he turns around, his eyes are vaguely wider than I’ve ever seen them. “Y/n,” he says back flatly, face becoming neutral. Now I’m really taken aback by the way my name rolls off his tongue. Quickly, I collect myself and remember my well-thought-out points.
“What are you doing?” And out the window they go.
Anakin quirks his head quizzically. His silent reply to my rather stupid question ticks me off further. I’m practically vibrating with rage. “That was my mark you stole today Skywalker, you realize that?”
As if he’s finally understood my inarticulate speech, his lips part dumbly in “awe.” There he goes pushing my buttons, silently watching me unravel. “You think I wouldn’t notice?“ My face flushes red as I elaborate. “All the crooks you’ve miraculously caught are always the bounty that I’m after.”
There's a beat of silence where he inspects the way my chest heaves in exasperation. Then he speaks. “About time you did.” He states matter-of-factly. My jaw drops. “Excuse me? What’s that supposed to mean?”
“It means I’ve been waiting for you to notice,” he remarks with a bored look.
“Notice what?” I spit out, scowling at him.
“Me,” he finishes plainly. Silence engulfs us again and I take note of how close we’ve become. “Why would you want that?” I question, utterly perplexed.
“What do you mean?” Anakin’s brows furrow.
“I mean you’ve never spoken to me before.”
“Neither have you.” He counters. My fists tremble.
“Why then? Why do you need me to notice you?” I demand.
“What other reason can there be?” He grumbles while giving me a once-over, and then something clicks. My face falls.
“Those looks you give me-”
“Say just how much I want you, more than words ever could.” He ends my sentence, his face remaining stoic. My heart hammers wildly. I suspect he’s now waiting for me to make a move, to say anything, maybe even reject him. Instead, I hastily circle my head around, surveilling for bystanders before frantically grasping at his robe and pushing him into a nearby room. His facade flatters once again and I see puzzlement consume his face.
After I awkwardly turn the door knob and take us into the empty room, I shove him away. Anakin staggers back, looking completely disoriented, almost regretful. “Y/n?” He trails off. My anger is radiating off my body, and I know he can feel it.
“You should’ve said something,” I assert, seething.
“I’m-“ Anakin is abruptly cut off by my lips smashing against his. With my arms reaching around his neck, I can feel his body freeze. After a short moment, I start to peel away, dejected by his stillness. But Anakin instantly chases after me, no longer shying away.
He gropes my waist, and one arm pulls around it, while the other slides up my spine to rest between my shoulder blades. A moan evades my throat and is met with a deep groan.
His palms carve out my figure and fist at my clothes. Whines rush out my mouth as his tongue mingles with mine. He vigorously makes work of me, and I have to pull away. Though his lips instinctively follow me, I’m out of reach, so he settles for my neck. Sucking fervently, one may fear the spots he’s making, but in this moment, truthfully, I couldn't care less.
“Ani,” I whimper, and he growls against my nape in response. “Fuck, I need you,” I whisper. I feel his movements lurch and he mumbles something, but I can't seem to hear it over my haggard breathing.
He tears himself away from my neck, still keeping my body pressed against his. He then shifts his gaze around the room. “There’s no furniture here, I’ll just have to fuck you standing.” An audible gasp flees my mouth as Anakin slings my body around his torso, legs straddling his hips. His hands clench around my thighs as he hoists me up, securing me in place.
Fortunately, the short gown I threw on this morning made it easy for Anakin's crotch to caress my core through his pants. I push down on him and he groans at our proximity. "I was wondering when you would snap," Anakin mutters into my ear as his grip tightens. I whimper. "Screw you."
"Be patient. You will." He soothes. Digging my front teeth into my bottom lip, I drop my forehead to his shoulder as our lower halves grind against one another.
The sounds of our moans crowd the room and I can't take it anymore. "Kriff patience, I'm done waiting, General," I command in the most sensual voice I can muster. Evidently, my attempt to provoke him works because one of his hands leaves my thigh and clutches my hair in a fist, tugging my head back so his lips can crash into mine again. His other hand shifts down to his slacks. His breath hitches when he releases his cock, and so does mine when it springs up to my clothed clit. "Oh maker," I just about scream, head falling back.
His hands make quick work moving my underwear aside, and his member brushes against my folds. I shudder and screw my eyelids shut. I feel Anakin's gaze fixate on me. "Look at me." Hearing his order, I immediately obey.
Eyes fluttering open, I look into his lust-filled ones. Getting flustered by their heat, I squirm. "Y/n." He hushes, breath blowing across my face. Glancing at his features briefly, I nod, communicating what we both desperately need.
We both hold our breaths as he brings me down on his length in a slow glide. His cock pierces my entrance, and I clamp down on my incoming yelp. He was big. I hear him distractedly repeat my name, face buried in my collar. My eyes look to the ceiling in prayer.
His movements dissipate midway, and I feel his stomach clench. "You take me so well." He mumbles almost to himself. All I can do is bob my head in response. In this short pause, the pain disperses and all I feel is him - pleasure, darkness. His arms snake around my waist while mine harden around his nape.
Suddenly, he plunges into me, filling me up completely. My cry echoes throughout the room and I instantly sink my teeth into the cartilage of his ear. The growl that leaves him is next to primal. His rhythmic pounding begins to pick up speed, and I can barely keep up with each stroke. "Kiss me," he stammers out. Reeling back, I lock eyes with him before diving my tongue into his mouth.
His hips snap into my own, over and over. His stomach clenches once more and he pants into my mouth, "I'm close." Though I feel incredible, I'm not quite close to my limit, and he senses it.
One of his palms unravels from my body, steadily hovering over my center. Thinking he's going to touch me, I arch my back away from his embrace to allow space for his digits to meet my slit. But, as I wait, an unexpected pressure attacks my core. I gasp away from his lips and I peer down, leaning my forehead on his.
His hand isn't physically touching me, yet I feel as though I'm close to climaxing. Bewildered, I shoot my eyes from his floating hand to his lewd expression. His grin is strangely smug as he watches me. Then it registers: he's using the force to make me cum. Completely stunned, I simply bore my eyes into him, mouth agape.
Our orgasms come at once and wash over us at his charge. He puffs out a loud sigh of relief and continues to hold me, pumping slower than before, til the action ceases.
"Maker," I huff, "Next time, just use your words, and I'm yours." A smile forms on his face. He sheepishly nods, "Next time."
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roadtrip VI
pairing: anakin x reader (modern au)
summary: after your encounter with anakin at the party, you give up your grudge against anakin and give into your temptations.
warnings: SMUT, loss of virginity, no specified form of protection (i don’t condone this irl, duh), small size kink.
words: 1.8k
a/n: guys I know this took forever, but I wanted my first smut fic to be good. this will be the last part to this series, I have enjoyed writing this so, so much. please give me feedback, i love hearing from everyone! ~Max <3
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part V
After your encounter, Anakin quickly dragged you out of the party and into his truck. He only had one drink, so he was in good condition to drive.
The whole way back to your beach house was silent. Anakin's hand rested on your upper thigh. You could cut the sexual tension with a knife. You both couldn't wait to get to the house and tear each other's clothes off, just like you had pined to do for so long.
Once you enter your beach house, you quickly lock the door behind you both.
Anakin takes the lead and pushes you against the wall, as he begins to kiss you aggressively.
He puts his hands all over your body, as you press yourself up against him.
You feel his tongue pressing against yours as the two of you continue to kiss in the living room.
You kiss until you both fall to the ground, as Anakin rips off your shirt while you try to take off his.
You can feel your breath getting heavier as you unintentionally buck your hips into his hard on.
Anakin groans in your ear. "You have no idea what you do to me."
He grinds down on your core and you let out a soft moan.
"Fuck you sound beautiful." He mumbles into your neck.
Anakin suddenly grabs your waist and throws you over his shoulder. "Need to taste you."
You gasp as Anakin walks to the bedroom and gently tosses you in the bed.
Your back hits the soft mattress and Anakin is immediately on top of you.
You begin to feel anxious, as you stare up at him. You don't want to move and you feel completely vulnerable right now.
"I need you." Anakin whispers to you, as he pulls you close to him.
"I've waited so long for this moment and now we're finally here. Are you sure you want this?"
The few cups of beer you had had that night were worn off, so you knew it wasn't the alcohol. Maybe it was the pure desire built up over the 17 years you'd known him. You wanted Anakin more than you could put into words.
You wanted to indulge in the fantasies your father and his mother had always talked about. Getting married, having kids, growing old together. You wanted him. Every. Single. Inch.
"I've never been more sure."
That's all it took for Anakin to slam his lips back onto yours.
You feel the heat of your lust fill your whole body, as Anakin begins to kiss you again.
You feel Anakin's body on top of you, as he slowly slides down your body with his kisses.
Your moans become louder with each second of his lips touching you.
"Oh my god... Anakin." You speak with your voice cracking.
You close your eyes again and you feel Anakin's hand start to slide down your body.
You try to fight the urge to move, as Anakin continues to kiss your neck and shoulders, making his way further down.
He's now eye level with your core. His hands reach the waist band of your pants and he slides your pants down your legs slowly while keeping eye contact with you.
You're left in your underwear and bra. Vulnerable to Anakin. But you feel safe, even though you've never done this before.
Your hands begin to shake, as Anakin stops to look up at you. You feel the tension build as you both stare at each other.
The thought of Anakin seeing you completely naked fills you with both lust and anxiety.
Anakin smiles at you in a smug and teasing way, as his hand runs over your chest.
He speaks to you again. "You look so innocent, but I know how badly you want it."
You just moan in response.
Anakin swiftly unhooks your bra and discards it to the side. Your nipples immediately harden at the sudden cold air.
Anakin lowers his head to your chest and begins to kitten lick your nipples. You hiss at the unfamiliar feeling.
Anakin looks you in the eyes. His hand slides over your legs and he begins to slowly rub as you begin to moan and writhe under him.
He keeps his eye contact with you as he slides down to where his mouth is hovering over your clothed heat.
His hands make their way from your waist down to your hips and he catches your underwear and slides them down your legs and throws them in the floor.
You watch in awe as he grabs your thighs and forces them open looking straight at your glistening cunt.
"Fuck, you're so wet. Is that for me baby?" Anakin mumbles.
You buck your hips up desperately wanting the heat of his mouth on you. You moan in response to his question hoping that will satisfy him.
"I need words Y/N." He bites the inside of your thigh.
You yelp. "Fuck! Yes, all for you Ani."
"That's what I thought." He placed a gentle kiss to your clit.
"I know you e never done this before honey, so I'll be gentle. Tonight is all about you."
Anakin dives down down into your middle and licks a wet strip right through your folds. You shudder at the feeling and grip his dirty blond curls.
Anakin speeds up his licks to the point where he is lapping up all your juices. Your hips were bucking and thrashing into his face.
Anakin tightens his grip on your thighs and holds your hips to the bed. "Gotta stay still f'me pretty girl."
Anakin dives back down and continues his unrelenting pace. He is tongue fucking you at this point as you writhe against the restraints of his arms. Moans where constantly dripping from your lips as you reached your high. You felt the familiar burning sensation build in your lower stomach.
Anakin pulls his head back and your eyes widen at the sudden loss of touch. Before you knew it Anakin was spitting a glob of saliva on your already sticky cunt.
That pushed you over the edge.
As soon as his mouth made contact with your skin again, you felt the warmth spread through your body. Whimpers and pants were steadily coming out of your mouth while Anakin's mouth gently worked you down from your high.
Anakin pulled back. He was panting. His bare chest rising up and falling down. The lower half of his face was glistening with your release. You could've orgasmed again at the sight.
"You okay baby?" Anakin asked breathlessly while rubbing his big, calloused hands up and down my thighs, trying to soothe their trembling.
"More than okay." You whisper.
Sure you have orgasmed before, but it was only by your own hand. That was like something you had never felt before. You wanted more.
"Need you inside me." You whine.
"Are you sure you can take it?" He asks with a cocky smirk.
"You're such a prick." You smirk back
Anakin chuckles in return and begins to pull his pants down his legs to reveal his black boxer briefs. You could see his dick straining against the fabric. You could already tell he was big. He discarded his pants an ripped his boxers down to free his hardened cock. It sprung out and his hand flew to it so he could gently pump up and down his shaft, spreading the precum around to lubricate himself.
He was big.
You'd never had sex before, so you didn't know how this really worked. You weren't even sure it would fit.
Anakin could see the concern on your face. "Don't worry honey, we'll take it slow."
"Will it hurt?" You whimpered.
"It's gonna sting a little, but nothing my good girl can't handle, right?" He reassures you while repositioning himself over you.
You nod your head as you feel the tip of his cock graze over your folds. You shutter at the feeling. You are nervous but you just want more.
Anakin lines himself up and leans down to your ear. "You ready?"
"Mmhm."
With your assurance he slowly pushes himself in. Just as he said, you felt a small stinging sensation as your walls stretched over his cock. Your eyes watered and you whimpered and whined. Your hands wrapped around to Anakin's bare shoulder and gripped on tight as he bottomed out.
"You're doing so good sweetheart, just gonna stay still for a bit and let you adjust." Anakin praise.
"You're so big Ani." You cry in his ear.
You feel his cock twitch at your words and you let out a small moan in response.
After a minute or two of Anakin embracing you and whispering sweet nothings in your ear while you get used to his size, you were finally ready for him to move.
"You can move now."
You feel Anakin's weight shift above you. He lets out a small grunt as a sign that he's gonna start moving. Anakin begins to thrust forward and back in long strong strokes. Your legs tighten around his waist.
"Talk to me baby, tell me how I make you feel with my big cock." Anakin demands.
"Feels... fuck. Mmm... so good Ani." You barely breath out.
You could hardly think, much less talk with Anakin thrusting into you. This was much different than you thought it would feel like. Your mind was fogged with the mixture of pleasure and pain. You were letting our unintentional noises you didn't even know you could make. But you were loving every second of it.
As Anakin gets a rhythm going, your eyes lock, and you can't take your eyes off of each other. You begin to breathe heavy and your moans get louder. Anakin leans down and you begin to lock lips once again. His strong arms wrapped around your body and his long legs firmly dug into the bed.
"Yes! Yes!" You cried out, the pleasure and pain becoming more defined with every moment.
Your legs trembled from the overwhelming sensations as your fingers gripped his fluffy, disheveled hair.
You feel Anakin's arms wrap around you tightly and his kisses become more desperate and his thrusts become sloppy.
Your eyes widen as a wave of euphoria hits over you. Your legs become weak and your body starts to tremble.
"Fuck... 'm cumming!" Is all you could whimper out.
Anakin continues thrusting until you feel his cock twitch and feel a deep groan con from his throat. You feel the warmth of his release spread through you, then he collapses on top of you.
He lies down and nuzzles your neck. He seems tired. He wraps his arms around you and breathes deeply to slow his own breathing.
"You're so good, baby." He murmurs into your neck. "You felt so good."
He kisses your neck and shoulders as he settles in close for a cuddle.
"You're mine, I'm never letting you go." Anakin whispers. "No one else can have you, only me."
He holds you close to him and runs his fingers through your hair. "Mine, mine, mine."
You tangle your limbs with his and drift off to his sweet assurances.
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Hello! Could I request an obi wan x reader x anakin fic where the reader is a force sensitive Jedi? They have to go undercover for a mission and ani and obi are awestruck/distracted by reader in flattering clothes (that aren’t Jedi robes) and it makes them both realize their feelings :) feel free to make it a lemon if you want
Little Red Dress
Obi-Wan Kenobi x Reader x Anakin Skywalker
Warnings: Jealousy, Reader in Alluring Clothing, Brothel Setting, Some Life-Threatening Danger, Light Violence, Creepy(ish) Fella, Soft Smut (Minors DNI), all characters are over 18, Anakin Threatening Murder TM (why am I even surprised 😂), light banter, fluff, alcohol is around, boys being worried, HEAVY FLIRTING.
Song Inspo: Red Dress — MAGIC!
A/n: This took me way too long to get to lol 💀 Absolutely love this request idea which made it so fun to write. Wasn’t sure which gender you wanted for the reader so I made them female-identifying. This is my first request and short (lol) fic so please let me know your thoughts! Hope you enjoy :)
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She was built like a dream — Joseph Heller
Obi-Wan Kenobi and Anakin Skywalker were… uncomfortable.
Not because Master Yoda himself had tasked the three of you with this urgent mission to the Outer Rim. Nor was it due to the cloudy, dark, and incessantly rainy atmosphere that was Morlana One’s Leisure Zone— its backstreets dotted by the occasional lifeless streetlight that just barely reflected off the puddles below, paving the two Jedi a glimmering path toward the local brothel.
No. It wasn’t any of that at all.
Instead, they felt a foreign existence within their own bodies, with each nearing step toward the club’s shadowy entrance, on account of the perplexing, and frankly alien, wears that sheened their limbs.
Of course, they never had any styling choice in the matter. Not for an assignment like this, where the elimination of Jedi symbols was expected.
Because this was a mission that required a gentler, more covert hand.
Because this was a mission that had you all undercover.
Nearly 72 hours ago, unknown assailants had broken into one of the Jedi Temple’s artifact rooms. From the emergency cache, they’d stolen seven Kyber crystals, which were always held at the ready in case a Jedi needed a temporary saber after damaging or misplacing their own.
A facility Anakin took advantage of too many times to count.
But, on this occasion, the Order could only count themselves lucky that The Chosen One had again somehow lost his lightsaber during a short mission to the Coruscant Underworld, requiring him to report to that very same artifacts chamber for a replacement before he could continue his search down into the planet’s murky depths. By chance, the chestnut-haired Jedi had arrived just in time to witness that the usually locked, ornate wooden door was notably ajar. And, with further investigation, that the krystals’ storage chest had been ransacked.
With Council Member Master Kenobi assigned to the inquiry, he quickly learned from a few trustworthy sources, including his old friend Dex, that the crystals were flown off-world to be sold at auction. To a seedy establishment in the Morlani System, no less. All with an undetectability and swiftness that duped not only the inter-District and planetary departure security systems, but the Jedi Temple’s once-thought-impregnable apparatus as well.
Evidently, Master Yoda had found that this operation met a sophistication not often seen among the ranks of disparate pirates or common thieves. It was why, after Kenobi came to him with this information, the Grand Master decided that the bearded man and Jedi Knight who discovered the robbery would be assigned to retrieve these precious artifacts. Placing an emphasis on the need to arrive undercover, lest this sordid enterprise catch wind of a group of creeping, saber-wielding Jedi.
They just couldn’t risk it.
Any action like that would certainly force this gang to race underground once again, crystals in tow, before the Jedi had a chance to recover them.
So, the Council supplied Obi-Wan and Anakin with clothes of the region’s elite, aiming to disguise them both as potential buyers.
Kenobi, a black dress uniform with gold, reflective embellishments suffocating his suit jacket while fueling his growing desire to remain hidden within the shadows as it converted his torso into a glinting beacon under the passing lights. And Skywalker, a simpler, but equally sophisticated gray suit atop a pearly white button-down that screamed conformity louder than Anakin could voice his displeasure.
Still, leaving the crystals’ fate up to whether this gang would accept Republic Credits was a game of pure chance. That, and the notion of buying back stolen, sacred property was never the Jedi way.
That’s where you came in.
A Jedi whose Force-sensitivity was so saturated, that you had the ability to viscerally sense Kyber crystals from parsecs away. And a talent that, in Master Yoda’s opinion, made you the perfect addition to the team.
Well, that and the open secret that the three of you had long ago become an unofficial squadron already. Considering the countless missions you’ve traipsed through together for most of your Jedi, and even Padawan, years, it was a wonder that Master Yoda felt the need to specifically mention your name either way. Even on missions in which the rag-tag trio were slingshotted to opposite poles of the galaxy, you’d always found a way back to each other.
That, or the Force itself had a dire motivation to keep those momentary separations brief.
Perhaps that’s why the two men, in addition to their clothing-related distractions, had sparking nerves heightened by another, salient factor.
That you weren’t by their side.
Given your skill set, it was clear from the beginning your cover needed to be quite different from theirs. So, twenty hours before the auction was set to start, while Obi-Wan and Anakin prepared their disguises, you slipped out. Leaving for the brothel on your own since you all agreed that the only way to secure your cover as an establishment employee was by actually applying to become one.
It was the only surefire way to explore the back rooms without tipping the sellers off. The only option the three of you had to find the crystals’ exact location. And to ensure that when chaos did reign, the artifacts wouldn’t be caught in the crossfire.
Still, neither man particularly enjoyed this arrangement.
“You remembered to bring it, correct?” Obi-Wan voiced, glancing at Anakin’s pensively taught brows beside him as the brothel’s neon purple sign gently flickered into view, encouraging him to once again tug at his neckline’s taught clasp around his throat.
“Of course!” The younger Jedi acknowledged. “I was the one telling her that she should’ve had it in the first place.”
In spite of the underlying weariness still thrumming at his chest, Kenobi couldn’t help but raise an amused brow at his former Padawan.
“You? Lecturing Y/n about leaving her lightsaber behind? I seem to recall that it was your inability to keep track of your own that landed us in this predicament in the first place.”
Anakin scoffed, a subtle smirk tugging at the corner of his mouth. “And I seem to remember Master Nu saying that the raid on the artifacts room wouldn’t have been discovered for weeks if it weren’t for me.”
Still, the chestnut-haired Jedi sighed, yanking down the tails of his gray suit jacket that just barely fit his longer form while he continued.
“Besides, it was no mistake. She didn’t take her lightsaber intentionally.”
Kenobi shook his head knowingly. Partly due to his former Padawan’s somewhat warped perspective of the situation, but mostly because he too was not completely on board with the notion of you being undercover and completely unarmed. Though, no matter how much he desired to do so, Obi-Wan had trouble denying that, like always, your reasoning stood sound.
A reminder that subconsciously made his heart flutter.
“You know, Anakin, that she couldn’t have feasibly hidden it away. It’s safer for her that we hold onto it for now. She will have it when she needs it.”
And that’s why, no matter his outward assurances, Kenobi seemed to have an inability to take his own advice. Perhaps too it was Anakin’s own anxieties that were infecting the Force.
But no leakage from his signature could truly reflect the hate Skywalker felt for this plan. He had shot down its premise the whole journey here, but in the end, it was no use. Anakin understood that once you put your mind to something, especially in the name of protecting the community you held so dear, there was nothing anyone in the Galaxy could do to stand in your way.
And he really did treasure you for that.
“I know,” Skywalker grumbled, pivoting to avoid a stumbling Bith with a curved bottle in hand, brown liquid sloshing out to land just beside his black dress shoe as he walked by. “But I still don’t like it.”
Evidently, no matter their confidence in your ability to take care of yourself, the two men remained deeply troubled by the fact that you were still far enough away as to be immune from their protection.
But that would soon change.
“Alright,” Kenobi slowed just beside the establishment’s greasy, revolving door to address the younger man as they neared their arrival.
“We will need to remain in one place so that Y/n can find us. She needs to know where we are at all times to deliver the signal. The zone’s blueprints suggest that the center bar will have the best vantage point. So that’s where we’ll go. Oh—“
Obi-Wan lifted a warning brow at the younger man.
“And don’t stray.”
Anakin rolled his eyes, lips pursing in an attempt to keep his face neutral.
“I don’t stray, Master.”
—
If you had your portable chronometer on your person, you would’ve checked it by now.
About fifteen minutes, you’d been waiting a handful of meters from the brothel’s storage room, disguised by the far corner tables nestled within the establishment’s shadowy edges. Marking it the perfect locale for distant observers of the night’s entertainment— or idly spying Jedi. Fifteen minutes since Krissa, a now fellow employee, shuffled into that very same room to collect a few crates of Fizzbrew for the opening bar. Nearly twenty hours after you’d secured employment as what the owner lovingly called a “Friendly Dancer.”
Luckily, it was during that same interview that you’d caught the colorful, Force-illuminated trail, leading your attuned senses to this secured back room, like a bloodhound to its prey.
Or a Jedi to her Kyber crystals.
Yet, despite your carefully chosen cover, both assumed identity and dark corner camouflage, you still had a nagging feeling that your specially selected ‘employee uniform’ wasn’t doing you any furtive favors.
Besides the strikingly crimson, skin-gripping short dress that clad your hips, the black, shimmering fishnet stockings and translucent platform heels were sure to draw some unwanted attention during a time in which invisibility was your best friend.
But you had no choice. If you had any hope of maintaining your cover and completing your mission, you had to work with what you were given.
So, for now, one of these rusted-over, ash stools would need to serve their purpose— concealing you from the trickling in throng’s broad perspectives as you kept a peripheral lock on that steel door’s sturdy frame. One by one, hungry bidders with puffy, expensive coats and sparkling wears thickened the atmosphere, all while you hoped Krissa would quicken her exit via the locked door so that you could slip in.
It was moments like these that you’d wished you had your lightsaber. At least then, you could’ve cut through the heavy, metal barrier all on your own.
But, alas, this was a mission of stealth. And you’d be damned to put either Obi-Wan or Anakin in danger because of your impatience.
Causing you to, once more, question their absence.
“Boys, boys. Where are you boys…” you hummed lowly to yourself.
Glancing toward the billowing crowd, you grew remiss at their absence. It was easy to recall how both Jedi were particularly against your decision to immerse yourself into this environment, alone and unarmed. So much so, that you assumed they would’ve arrived by now. An observation that forced you to consider how this mission was sure to sour quick were you required to act without backup.
You shook that thought out of your mind almost as immediately as it arrived.
Obi-Wan and Anakin would always appear when you needed them most.
And you adored them for that.
That, among the litany of elements that drew you into their lives in the first place.
Your first mission together was but a sapling in the times you were to share. Memories, little moments, and fleeting glances recently coalesced into the singular realization that you’d fallen in love with two of the most powerful Jedi the Galaxy has to offer.
But they were just that. Jedi.
And so were you.
So no matter your unquestionable feelings for the men, there was nothing you could do. Putting aside that you doubted any emotional reciprocation, you were sure too that they’d never break the Jedi code for you.
And that left you to again drag yourself back from those innermost thoughts to focus on the situation at hand. Specifically, your conclusion that any dearth left in Obi-Wan and Anakin’s wake would mean nothing of consequence if you couldn’t get into that storage room.
Luckily, there was no need to wait much longer.
Krissa shoved open the door, using her back to thrust it the rest of the way with a crate of clinking, dark green bottles swirling in her arms. Fluttering lilac dress flowing by her legs as her eyes landed on your surveilling form.
Kriff.
“Hey!” She scream whispered, brows stitched in reprimand while she leaned toward you. “You’re gonna get fired before you’ve even had a chance to work if you keep hiding from paying customers.”
You smiled sheepishly, playing into her assumption as you ‘stumbled’ to your feet.
“I’m so sorry,” you mouthed, ambling toward the older woman while lifting a hand to ripple through the force floating by her eyes.
You spoke lowly.
“You want me to help you bring out those crates.”
“I want you to help me bring out these crates,” she parroted in a glazed-over daze, arm catching the steel door just before it shut to allow you entry.
You nodded to her thankfully, even though she had no choice in the matter, before pushing your way past the chilly aperture, entering the stuffy storage room while the door slammed shut behind you.
Speedily, you surveyed the cramped compartment, stacked and spread to the ceiling with a strange concoction of alcohol-filled crates, charcoal cargo containers, and draped artifacts that evinced the basement of a museum far more than a brothel’s back room.
But you didn’t really give it a second thought. If you didn’t want to get caught, then there was no time to ponder aesthetics.
Quickly, as your eyes fluttered closed, you allowed the Force to thicken your blood, treating your body and mind like a living, breathing compass in its guide to connect you with your True North—
The seven missing Kyber crystals.
With vision consumed by blackness, you dodged each precariously placed box and every outstretched figurine that threatened to obstruct your path as your senses drew you a detailed map toward the back wall. Almost like a pulsing beacon, you felt the heat of your connection to the sacred artifacts deepen, warming your more-than-usually exposed skin. Intensifying with each, deliberate step. Until it reached a fiery blaze so extravagant that one stride further would’ve certainly lit you alight.
You opened your eyes.
“Hey!” A deep voice called from behind you, triggering your heels to spin around toward the sudden sound, and away from the loosely sealed cargo container whose subtle, yet familiar, blue shine confirmed your senses.
Swiftly, you absorbed the older man’s ruffly peppered beard and chilled brown eyes as his head poked past the slightly ajar steel door, barely masked snarl contorting his lips.
“I don’t pay you to ogle the merchandise! Get out there and mingle,” he continued, jutting a thumb to the club’s main room to his rear.
You leapt to your feet, making a mental note of the crystals’ location while scurrying toward the owner who seemed to have somehow grown at least one more gray hair since your interview with him.
“Sorry, sir,” you mumbled, twisting to get by his form against the door and entering onto the main floor before turning back toward him. “Won’t happen again.”
“It better not,” he huffed, swiveling to catch the shutting door with his foot before leaning down to retrieve something from behind it.
Still, his muffled voice echoed beyond the subsequent shuffling.
“You’re assisting tonight, and I want high bids. So get out there and make them like you.”
You nodded complacently, already prepared to whip around and follow his orders until the older gentleman reemerged with another case of green bottles cradled under his arm.
“And here,” he shoved the crate, obliging you to catch it somewhat unexpectedly with opened palms.
“Take this to the bar.”
—
“I don’t like this…” Anakin droned during his casual stroll toward Obi-Wan’s side, a glass of orange fizzy liquid held inconspicuously before his lips.
Kenobi was leaning against the bar, his cup of whatever was on tap cradled between his fingers yet clearly untouched. Instead, the subtly troubled Jedi’s attentive eyes continued their periodic scan of the barely lit brothel. Flitting past the pockets of gold-illuminated tabled alcoves and dark blue paneling, his eyes weaved through the voluminous throng. One that featured intimately quiet mumblings among extravagantly suited clientele and gorgeously draped employees.
It wasn’t hard for him to surmise the highest paying customers from the number of brothel workers who’d hang from their arms, clearly on the job.
Smiling at each of their glances. Laughing at every joke…
Kenobi wasn’t daft.
He clearly understood the expectations a club like this had for its staff. At the least, for those who mingled with the bidders before the show. He’d only hoped that with whatever position you’d acquired for your cover at this establishment, it wasn’t pressing you to do much of the same.
And no matter how illogical it sounded in his mind, he still didn’t want to see that.
Moreover, it seemed to be a thought that equally disturbed Anakin, as his gentle thrums of anxious musing stained the Force, gradually amplifying since both Jedi had yet to locate you.
The younger Jedi had always been protective of you, Obi-Wan excused, unbeknownst that Skywalker was making much of the same defense. Though for the chestnut-haired Jedi, it was more the self-justification that he was a protective person in general. And that this was nothing more than only that.
Just Anakin being Anakin.
“I’m confident she’ll turn up soon, Anakin.”
The younger man expressly sighed, permitting a brief beat to pass as a spring of laughter ricocheted by his ears from a nearby dancer. Waiting for it to die down with bated breath before angling to respond.
“What if she didn’t get the job? She might be trying to find a different way in right now.”
Obi-Wan had no need for reaching out to the Force in order to confidently answer that inquiry.
“She succeeded. Trust me, I’d know otherwise.” He hummed, raising his glass to just barely grace his lips, but never daring to take a sip and weaken his awareness. “However, should they not show soon, I am considering they may have been apprehended.”
Similarly, Anakin vehemently shook his head. He even permitted a wry chuckle to escape past those formerly parched lips before confidently responding to the Jedi Master’s statement.
“No way. If Y/n got caught, she’d send us a signal the second she felt us near.”
Skywalker’s confident air faltered.
“Well,” he shrugged nervously. “Assuming she’s not injured.”
Obi-Wan shot his former Padawan a disapproving glare.
Until his attention was suddenly grasped by a warm, comforting hand sliding across his shoulder.
“Is this what you boys do when I’m not around? Theorize about my potential failings?”
The two men spun toward you, catching the playful smirk consuming your features before their eyes were tugged down like an anchor to trail your stunningly sheathed body, almost as if it was the first time they’d ever laid eyes upon you.
It would be an understatement to state that absorbing this captivating sight had coerced their jaws into forgetting their primary function.
The low-cut style of your short, curving red dress. The fishnet stockings that stretched down your thighs and softly clasped your high-heeled feet. The sparkling, green gemmed earrings that perfectly brought out your plump, red lipstick and long lashes. And, most noticeably, your loose, flowing hair that they’d only ever seen tied back for battle, now resting lushly across your bare shoulders like a still-life statue.
It wasn’t a side of you either men had the pleasure of observing before. And, if given the chance, they’d challenge whichever entity had so long sealed this wonderful sight from their burning eyes to a duel.
One that such an unjust creature was sure to regret.
It was a kind of fairy tale notion that both men pondered instantly once they felt a bubbling heat swarm their countenance when faced by your visual power.
So much so, that Anakin couldn’t help but break the brief lull as his suddenly dried mouth reached down his throat for an audible, and undoubtedly embarrassing, cough as he scratched his nose to try to hide himself.
Obi-Wan wasn’t coping much better. The Master Negotiator had lost all concept of Basic, its vocabulary, grammar, and everything in between as his mind was only filled with your enticing image, your pleasantly exposed skin, and the touch of your fingers to his body.
Until it was too soon gone.
Your hand fell thoughtlessly to your side, head cocking with lifted brows before speaking.
“You can close your mouths. It was just a joke.”
But it was Kenobi who first gathered the confidence to respond.
“Um, you look—“
“Lemme guess. Ravishing? The night’s main treat?” You relayed sarcastically while heaving down a large crate of clinking bottles atop the bar, one that both men only just now noticed before you whipped back toward the still stunned Jedi, drawing their gaze center.
“I’ll have it known that the distance between the storage room and the bar is a mere fifteen-second walk and I’ve already heard it all—“
“…like an angel,” Anakin muttered, not even himself realizing that he’d said that aloud.
Your eyes widened ever so slightly as you felt your heart skip a beat, sending an unexpected tingle to the root of your gut before sheepishly smiling at the deepening flush of the chestnut-haired man.
Obi-Wan, on the other hand, tensely eyed his former Padawan.
“Okay, that one’s new,” you admitted, gaze trailing away to conceal your unpreparedness for such an unexpectedly sweet comment.
Ironically, it was at that moment that your wandering stare settling beyond Anakin’s shoulder abruptly caught a familiar, peppered beard. Accompanied by terse, beady eyes that scowled at you from a far wall with the intensity of a lodestar.
You had a decision to make.
But, really, was there a choice at all?
Obi-Wan would catch on, you thought.
Though, no matter how well Kenobi did understand the requirements of your cover, he still certainly wasn’t expecting you to, in a millisecond, swiftly stride toward his bewildered form to wrap your warm arms around his neck.
Immediately, despite the quickening of his thrumming heart latching onto his Adam’s apple, Obi-Wan raised his usually firm hands to gently clasp at your forearms, being sure to send you a questioning glance as he smoothly played along.
But under all that, and although he was still unsure why, deep down Kenobi secretly hoped that such a quizzical gesture hadn’t encouraged you to subsequently pull away. For some reason, he despised the thought of influencing you to forgo remaining this close to him.
So close, that he could feel the tickle of your breath across his chin.
Thankfully, though, his innermost prayer seemed to have been answered.
“Sorry,” you whispered, conveying an outwardly flirting expression of perked lips and a tilted head.
There were very few people in the Galaxy capable of reading the subtle apologetic shine of your eyes that deeply stared into his. An invisible utterance that remained firm while you briefly freed one hand to beckon over a confounded, and secretly peeved, Anakin who stood just behind his former Master, before you grasped his loose hand and tugged him forward with a terribly fake laugh.
Soon, you rested the younger Jedi’s arm on your lower back, securing its nervously flaccid form around your waist while Skywalker’s face transformed into a brand new shade of crimson once he discovered the dress’s open back.
A clearly readable reaction that deepened Kenobi’s hesitation with his former Padawan’s proximity to you. And while his mind struggled to connect the dots on why he continued to experience these strange bouts of discomfort, too distracted to truly pin down these sensations, Kenobi still felt fueled by Anakin’s expression to nudge you a little closer into his own chest.
If that was even possible.
Paying no mind to the sudden action, you addressed both men, giving a particular glance to Anakin who seemed to be the most caught off-guard of the two of them.
“The brothel’s owner made it very clear that if I don’t ’mingle’ with the customers, trouble will come my way.”
And that made the former slave’s blood boil.
“I’ll kill him.”
“No, you won’t,” you punctuated, temporarily removing your other arm from Obi-Wan to privately rest on Anakin’s balmy cheeks, caressing them down to draw his eyes to your level as he too struggled to fight off the festering heart attack that threatened to crack his rib, and deepened the sudden feeling of emptiness in Kenobi’s chest. “Because we have one mission here, and it’s to retrieve those stolen crystals. And I’m not losing my chance to snatch them away due to your needless protectiveness. I’m quite capable on my own.”
“What do you mean?” Kenobi inquired, taking this opportunity to regain some realm of confidence before snaking his arms around your waist and tugging you toward him with a roughness that would easily read as greedy to anyone who happened to be looking that way.
Still, the unexpected suddenness of his movement set the nerves in your face on fire. No matter, you played into the act, falling into his chest with fingers gripping onto the lapels of his oddly sparkly jacket.
“Um,” you swallowed, regathering your thoughts with a blink. “I’m assisting tonight. Meaning that I’ll be showcasing each item while they’re bid upon.”
You hummed to yourself while considering this new stroke of luck. A sudden vibration against Obi-Wan’s chest that you hadn’t realized sent a fresh, nervous chill down his arms as he held your mystifying figure, encouraging subtly wandering eyes to drink in the sight once more while his unsteady heart began to churn his innermost thoughts.
It was in that same moment that Anakin first caught onto his former Master’s charade, having finally glimpsed an equal measure of voraciousness within his distracted, blue orbs. Something that stoked Anakin’s frustration that began anew with each moment Kenobi drew you closer to himself.
“I say we don’t waste the credits,” you commented, refocusing both Jedi’s attention. “The minute I have the crystals in hand, I’ll send you a signal, and we’ll dash out of here.”
Obi-Wan leaned into you, forehead mere centimeters from yours as a spoke lowly. And for some reason, you thought, with noticeably erratic breath.
“That’s extremely risky.”
“Well, you have my lightsaber. Don’t you?” You challenged with a lift of your lips.
Suddenly, a trail of warm fingers raked up into your hair, sending quite an unexpected chill down your back once they clutched around a bunch and somewhat needily rotated your head toward Anakin’s expectant face. Yanking your body more forcefully before soon feeling his strong arm catch your side.
“I have it,” he spoke lowly.
And in spite of how desperately he tried to keep his eyes connected with yours, he couldn’t help that split second in which they sparsely flitted toward your perfectly tinted lips.
An action you apparently missed for your focus on the mission at hand.
But a gesture that contorted Obi-Wan’s lips into a perpetual frown as his mind caught up with his frothing feelings.
“Good,” you expressed. “Then I’ll have it when it’s needed.”
While your eyes remained focused and thoughtful, half a mind on playing up your cover with the other half on those crystals, Anakin had trouble keeping his eyes from once more wandering downwards.
The feel of your red-draped body against his, the closeness of your bared upper chest and noticeable cleavage, the sparkle of your eyes that comparably made your bright earrings look like clumps of coal.
Though not fully, Anakin was beginning to understand what was going on in his chest to draw his signature into such a volatile temper. Mostly because he couldn’t help himself when one hand released from your soft hair to trail down your exposed back, the other palm brushing upwards from your flank to meet the other side as he briefly traced the outline of your shoulder blades.
All of which sent a lightning bolt of cold heat right up to your head and down toward your sensitively tingling toes before he inched you toward him with the press of his fingertips while he whispered.
“Obi-Wan is right. I don’t think we should take the risk. But just in case you need it…”
Slowly, he retrieved a hand, raking it over your shoulder and feeling every inch of your arm while his mind cleared. The chestnut-haired man’s swelling eyes traced the enticing experience until he reached your hand. And with feigned gravitas clouding his features, he carefully guided your hand beneath his suit jacket, dragging it just along his warm back until you felt a cold metal resting beside his tailbone.
“…you know where it is.”
What was happening?
That was the main question you were asking yourself.
Were both Obi-Wan and Anakin just really amazing actors when the moment required it? You’d certainly never seen such a talent from either of them before. Yet the sudden naturalness, the near familiarity with which each Jedi pulled and held you close? The intimate touches and long glances while this secret meeting proceeded?
You weren’t sure what changed between twenty hours ago and now. Yet, in your core, you knew a part of your brain didn’t want it to stop.
No.
You were a Jedi. You were all Jedi. Committed to a code.
You must’ve been reading this wrong. Feelings that you knew you’d long held for the men had once again clouded your judgment.
Meanwhile, the growing tension between the two Jedi had heightened to a noticeable degree. But with your mind focused seemingly on other matters, it was only just to each other.
“You? Not wanting to be reckless?” You stated, attempting to suffocate your rushing nerves with a confident smirk. “Are you sure I’m speaking with Anakin Skywalker or do we have an imposter in our midsts?” You chuckled. “Oh, and agreeing with Obi-Wan?” You added, raising a brow.
This time, it was Master Kenobi who felt a fire erupt through his veins while his thoughts solidified.
It was you.
You who were making him feel such a way.
Ever and always.
On every mission and in each universal moment, it was you who made the Jedi Master take pause as his heart skipped a beat in your presence.
Master Kenobi was even more firm in this belief: that he was quite finished with watching Anakin cradle you in his arms for any longer. That, and the growing desire fueled by this new angle permitting Obi-Wan to graze over your open back’s supple skin with his eyes, drained him of all his decades-long self-control in an instant.
He needed to do something about that
Reaching a warm hand to the closest corner of your waistline, and with a little nudge from the Force on the other side, Obi-Wan tugged you right into his arms.
You felt the imperceptible, tiny scratches of his sequined suit jacket and the heat barely underneath sprawl across your back while his palms meandered up your sides and down each arm, soon folding them across you as he enveloped you against himself.
This time, you truly couldn’t help the light, crimson blush that bloomed across your cheeks. Especially when Kenobi chose this opportune time to gradually lean into your shoulder, chin dipping so that his lips hung mere centimeters from your attentive ear before whispering a warning with a tone warmer than you were used to hearing from the Master Negotiator.
Especially in the middle of a mission.
“You should listen to him.”
Still, despite feeling the ravenous desire to take a calming breath and smooth your hammering heartbeat, you held firm, responding to his inquiry with an overpowering confidence that usually settled any score when the three of you were having a disagreement.
At the same time, having just noticed the brothel owner’s decision to push off his far wall perch to approach, you decided to also strike a grin, raising a flirtatious brow over your shoulder at Obi-Wan’s unreadably dark eyes while you spoke, maintaining your cover.
“No. The plan stands. Trust me, there’s no need to worry.”
But, unexpectedly for you, witnessing your visually claimed figure in Obi-Wan’s arms barking out orders all while clad in that tiny red dress ignited a fierce burning passion in Anakin to challenge you back as he too decided to make his thoughts known.
Through his words and with his hands.
Taking one powerful stride to stand directly before your toes, the younger man just barely graced your bottom lip to seize your chin, lifting it upwards and twisting you to meet his wanting, blue gaze. Compelling your bright, widening eyes to wonder once more whether the lines between fiction and reality were beginning to blur.
Your breath hitched.
“Gentlemen!” The owner exclaimed, sliding next to Obi-Wan and Anakin to place a performative pat on both their shoulders. “I’m glad you’re enjoying one of our new hires, but I’m afraid that I’ll need to borrow her for the rest of the auction. We are about to begin.”
Wordlessly, both Jedi released their respective grips on you, sharing between themselves an unamused glance above your head while you ambled toward the owner. Never breaking your own, painfully forged smile.
But that seemed to be enough to convince the quite older owner that all was set to begin, as he swiftly turned on his heel toward the brothel’s far podium, motioning for you to follow his trail.
You promptly obliged, yet not before sending one quick, yet quiet, last word with a twist of your head toward the Jedi who begrudgingly stayed behind with crossed arms or a clenched beard.
“Wait for my signal.”
—
“I’m not stupid, you know,” Anakin commented idling by Kenobi’s side.
The two men continued their observations of the auction since it began half an hour ago, their eyes rarely drifting away from the rather cramped, rickety stage while you traveled from side to side, displaying each item with deliciously attractive poise. Presently, you were exhibiting an old, handheld marble statue modeled after a female Twi’lek. And although other patrons regarded the item with interest, the two Jedi meant to be watching your back for any danger had their minds on other matters.
Anakin couldn’t keep his eyes off your sensually pacing legs, while Obi-Wan could barely remain still with your elegant, tightly wrapped hips moving to and fro.
“I hear 2,000 credits! 2,000 credits. Do I hear 2,100?”
Master Kenobi readjusted his shoulders somewhat uncomfortably. “I know. I don’t believe I’ve said otherwise.”
“Don’t play dumb. I know you want Y/n.”
The bearded Jedi whipped his head from the stage as he addressed the seemingly jealous, younger man. And for the first time in a very long time, Obi-Wan began to feel those same, envious emotions with equal strength, like he’d caught some psychic disease from the blue-eyed Jedi’s glance alone.
“2,100! Do I hear 2,200? 2,200 folks, for this ancient artifact of an unknown Ryloth civilization!”
“And?” He acknowledged nonchalantly, taking an assertive stance while he found comfort in the memory of you in his arms. “And what if I do?”
Anakin’s lips formed a thin line, the image of your parted, shocked lips when he caught your dressed figure perfuming his thoughts. “Then you wouldn’t be alone.”
“I’ve noticed,” Kenobi stated sarcastically before raising a rather annoyed brow.
“Going once! Going twice!”
“What are you gonna do?” Anakin mumbled.
Skywalker had to ask the question. Even though he’d already confirmed in his mind that no matter what, no matter if Master Kenobi felt the same, that he’d give you the chance of knowing that there was more than one.
Obi-Wan answered simply. “I’m planning on telling her.”
“Sold! To the fellow in the orange top hat on the right!”
Because through the older Jedi’s musings, Kenobi was arriving at a similar conclusion. That if you in any way felt the same, he’d at least give you a choice.
“I assume you’ll be doing the same?” He continued.
“Yes.” Anakin sighed, eyes returning to the stage just as you remerged with an old, raggedy yet sealed box held tightly in your hands. “And what if she can’t decide?”
Obi-Wan followed the young Jedi’s line of sight, subconsciously licking his lips as the fabric of your tight, red dress pulsed his blood and slackened his jaw.
“Then we do what we must…”
The bearded Jedi swallowed.
Hard.
“…we help her.”
A rallying spark flung through the Force, filling both Jedi’s senses as they were wrenched from the momentary, visual distraction that was your ravishingly dressed person.
There was no way to deny it. Your pointed expression? Your readied stance?
The signal had just been fired.
Reaching for their respective lightsabers hung inconspicuously at the belt, both Jedi swiftly whipped their weapons out into the open, igniting a collective blue glow that provided enough of a shockingly, eye-catching distraction for you to leap from the stage, box in hand, without much recourse.
Then came the blasters.
As if emerging like shadows from the establishment’s dark corners, a sporadic group of armed men dressed like well-to-do pirates began their determined assault. Coloring the air with orange beams while the crowd scattered, hurried screams and the groans of abruptly shuffling furniture echoing off the walls.
You bolted for the Jedi, triggering both to somersault toward you while they attempted to block any bolt that you nearly failed to dodge before landing at either flank. Thankfully, that provided the chance to fling a searching arm beneath Anakin’s suit jacket, grasping your saber from its warm habitat before yanking it out into the open to launch its green luminescence.
“Go!” Obi-Wan cried, deflecting another round of bolts from your rear while the two men encircled you like a living, breathing barrier.
“We’ll hold them off!” Anakin agreed, flinging a badly aimed bolt toward a now broken and sparking light fixture above before facing you. “Get back to the ship!”
You glanced at both men, making clear your uncertainty and reluctance through the Force as, even with your aid, the gentle perspires of their efforts became noticeable.
But it was their turn to stay firm.
“Now! We’ll be right behind you!” Obi-Wan strictly assured.
So, with the box of crystals secured tightly beneath one arm and your saber effectively defending against the coming onslaught with the other, you decided to, for once, follow the boys’ instructions as you bolted for the exit, and out the brothel’s door.
And, with their hearts already racing, both Jedi had to do their best not to focus on your distracting wears as they paved a path to race after you.
—
Leaping through the red and white Nu-class shuttle’s rear hatch the instant it opened wide enough to do so was enough to coerce out an instant sigh of relief as your feet landed on the metal floor, drawing you deeper into the bird’s belly. Naturally, after regaining some bearings in the familiarity of the ship, you felt secure enough to set the relatively sturdy box of Kyber crystals atop a nearby ledge before turning to assess the situation behind you.
You already sensed that Anakin and Obi-Wan had stuck close to your heels during the entire escape, sabers twirling with elegant control against any threatening phaser until you strayed far enough beyond the brothel’s preview to lose any potential tails. So you weren’t surprised to find both men maintaining a similarly brisk pace while speeding up the ramp seconds after your arrival. Sabers long ago clipped back at their sides with Obi-Wan leading the way, leaving Skywalker in charge of closing the now slowly rising hatch.
What you weren’t expecting, however, was that the overpowering determination emanating from the bearded Jedi’s face had not in the least bit lessened since he entered the craft. Quickly, yet smoothly, he shed his gaudy suit jacket, tossing it unceremoniously to the side as he subsisted his approach.
In fact, the slight narrowing of those blue eyes, an expression you’d only seen in the occasional sparring session, remained forwardly focused. If you didn’t know any better, you’d think he was charging right for you, an action itself that compelled you to perplexedly speak while his brown boots closed that ever-shrinking distance.
“What are you—“
Warm lips smashed against yours, moving hungrily yet delicately while Obi-Wan’s sturdy arms snaked around your waist to gently tug you into himself.
Your heart nearly stopped, and from the tingling, tiny explosions erupting at each and every nerve ending alone, you felt yourself fall into the momentum, arms raising with the certainty of a choreographed dance to cradle Obi-Wan’s head and run your fingers through his soft, auburn locks.
Whether consciously or not, his grip on you tightened, straining your breath before you had the unavoidable need to be even closer to him. You intensified the kiss, drawing his plump, reddened lips into slow and steady locks, only for them to release with the duration of a clap before you both deeply met each other again with needy swiftness.
It felt like hours, but it had been mere seconds since the instant his body met yours. Still, the two of you reluctantly pulled away from each other. Mostly to catch much-needed breaths from the pure, unadulterated shock of it all.
Master Kenobi held you still as your gaze graced over his flushed features, including that slightly tussled hair and darkened eyes that diverted from their usual bright sparkle. Especially when they flitted from your surprised orbs, to your plump lips, and back again.
But no matter this pleasing diversion, still, out of the corner of your eye, you were forced to notice Anakin— standing in the far corner in quiet observation, and chillingly reminding you of where you were and what important rules both you and his former Master had certainly just broken in his presence.
What made it all worse, though, was that for the life of you, you could not read the younger man’s expression. Apparently, he had just stood there, arms crossed once the shuttle door was secured and simply… watched? Impassively?
No, that couldn’t be right.
Then, he pushed off the wall.
Anakin’s arms fell to the side as he gradually approached you both, brows tightening into what looked like a slightly angrier cross that ran your brain into overdrive. You were still having trouble discerning his emotions through the Force, but could only make an educated guess that he was beyond frustrated that the two beings closest to him had just broken the Jedi Code.
And, also because, he didn’t seem to have any particular reaction to what Obi-Wan did, making you sadly doubt that he’d ever feel the same way you’d always felt for the chestnut-haired man and his former Master.
So, no matter how right it felt, how much you wanted it, you knew that it was time for some damage control.
“Obi-Wan…” you took a deep, shaky breath, nerves still firing at every end while your stare stood firmly on Obi-Wan’s wanting expression, Anakin nearing your side.
You loosely exhaled.
“Where did that—“
Hot moisture met your neck, Anakin’s wet lips attacking its side and extracting a startled gasp from your lungs as your eyes fluttered closed. Greedily, he cupped your throat to softy tug you toward him, draining your arms into a state of perpetual pliability from the pleasant heat filling your chest.
They slid, soon falling from Obi-Wan’s body entirely before you angled toward the younger Jedi and shakily twisted them around his shoulders for support. Another weak sigh escaped past your lips once you felt Anakin’s teeth graze across a sensitive spot as the weakening kisses continued, an action which only seemed to encourage the younger Jedi considering he returned to that spot with more fervor, sucking it dry until your jaw slackened.
Still, no matter how dazed your mind had become in this last minute of chaos, you just couldn’t believe this was happening.
It had to be a mistake, right? Was something else wrong?
Something must have happened.
Regathering your senses, you quickly pulled away from Anakin, feeling the resistance of your initial jerk snap Anakin from his equally influenced status as he quickly tried to give you space.
“Are you ok??” He asked rapidly, eyes seeping wide-eyed worry and flickers of guilt while Obi-Wan, who was initially calmly analyzing the show, too shifted to share a similarly concerned expression.
“Yes, of course,” you aired, still slightly out of breath as you stared confoundedly at the two men. “I’m fine Anakin, but what is going on? This is coming out of nowhere.” You shook your head. “Were the two of you drugged or something?”
“In a sense, I suppose we were,” Obi-Wan answered nonchalantly.
You raised a brow.
“Y/n,” Anakin uttered, drawing your eyes toward his. “Obi-Wan and I realized something back there during the mission. Something it looks like we both kinda knew for a while but didn’t really understand until now.”
Master Kenobi’s eyes raked across your figure once more while he spoke. “I saw you there, we saw you, truly, for the first time. And I lost my breath.”
You melted at his words.
“All I saw was pure beauty and you, and I couldn’t tell the difference,” Anakin spoke disjointedly, nearly making you giggle. “And I knew that seeing you like this, in this way, I couldn’t wait any longer. We couldn’t wait. We needed to tell you.”
“Tell me?” You asked breathily, preparing yourself for whatever was to come next.
“That we desire you,” Obi-Wan barely whispered, fluttering your stomach. “That you are more important to us than ancient statutes. And we determined that you must know so that you may decide if you wish it.”
You shuttered, worries of the Code fading into nothingness while the two men before you consumed your senses. “Decide?”
Anakin stared at you, a pleading glint in his eyes as he spoke gently.
“Which one of us you want back.”
Your still heavy breaths punctuated the otherwise quiet air. Characteristic of the thoughts rattling against your buzzed skull before a throaty mutter made its way past your teeth.
“I can’t…”
You watched while their faces deflated at your words.
“We understand, Y/n,” Obi-Wan spoke, a subtle sadness drooping his tone. “It’s quite alright—“
“No,” you corrected quickly. “No, I can’t decide.”
Anakin’s brows quirked at this, head tilting as curiosity subdued his brief listlessness.
“What do you mean?” He asked.
You sighed heavily, eyes drifting to the floor with an unaccustomed quiver. “I mean, I can’t decide because… because…”
You bit your lip.
“I want you both.”
Raising your head, you carefully observed the two men, bodies as still as statues while their swollen eyes held firmly on your figure. Anakin nurturing a steadily expanding, devious grin while he quietly flexed a fist, and Obi-Wan, faintly flicking his tongue across his top lip in an effort to carefully drink in your figure.
A pleasant chill ran down your spine.
“Is that alright?” You whispered.
Anakin chuckled incredulously, cueing Obi-Wan to respond to that inquiry.
“Darling,” he murmured, insatiable eyes sucking you barren as the nickname sent a new round of tingles down your legs. “That stretches far beyond ‘alright.’”
“How do you want us?” Anakin posed, tone nearing a growl.
Unfiltered, you spoke your mind.
“As close as possible.”
And the Jedi obliged.
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House of Amateurs- Exclusive Interview with Zena Daren
as the #1 and possibly only anakin x zana stan, i asked @hanasnx if i could write a fic about them. i got full permission to write and post this and aboslutley 100% of the credit goes to indy for the original character(s), the universe, and for this super sexy version of anakin. i tried my hardest to keep the same characterization and i hope i am able to do it justice. please please please check out the krayt house masterlist if you haven't already. all of the fics are so amazing and well written. this fic seriously got away from me. it's 4.8k words of sexual tension and filthy smut. thank you so much indy for allowing me to write this, and i hope you enjoy <<333
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warnings: pornstar!anakin x OC!zena daren, dirty talk, minor roleplay, mentions of porn, vaginal fingering, minor nipple play, minor misogyny, semi-clothed sex, degradation, praise, mirror sex, smoking, minor corruption kink, mention of knife play, minor dry humping, unprotected sex, 18+ minors DNI
Anakin sits across from Zena with his thighs spread and his arms outstretched over the back of his chair, taking up as much room as possible. He's dressed up a bit nicer today than he usually is for these interviews. A loose-fitting grey t-shirt, black cargo pants, and black boots that lace up past his ankle.
Anakin doesn't enjoy doing interviews but it's part of the job, so he tries to have a little fun with it. It may be his own twisted kind of fun, but it entertains him nonetheless. It certainly doesn't hurt when the interviewer is kind on the eyes.
Zena's pretty; she has glasses and wears pencil skirts and blouses that have one too many buttons fastened. She doesn't look like Anakin's typical co-stars who all have filler and eyelash extensions to make their eyes look even prettier when they tear up from choking.
She doesn't act like his co-stars either. They're always all over him, wanting just a shred of attention from the most sought-after male star in the industry. Zena is all business; she's not seeking his praise and she doesn't want to use him as a jumping-off point for her career.
Zena is the kind of art you want to touch, but aren't allowed to. She makes you wonder what lies underneath that buttoned-up collar. She can't be as proper as she seems; everyone has a dirty secret, but as hard as Anakin tries, she won’t let him discover it.
Anakin doesn't like to admit it, but he isn't used to women who don't fall all over themselves to get to him. He likes their banter, it's not something he usually gets to experience. Maybe he's being a little difficult in these interviews, but it's fun to try to make her crack. She's doing the same thing to him, so it's only fair.
"We've talked a lot about your series so far, but I would like to get more insight into your personal life," Zena says, crossing her legs.
Anakin eyes her legs shamelessly, tracing the lines of her calves down to her kitten-heeled shoes. She sits upright, looking very proper compared to Anakin’s lazy posture. His eyes flick back up to hers, finally ready to stop ogling her.
"What about it?" he asks.
"What do you like to do for fun?" Instead of responding to her question, Anakin raises his eyebrows just slightly in a suggestive manner. Zena blinks at him, obviously not accepting what he’s trying to convey as an answer.
"I like to work out," Anakin responds.
Zena hums as she scribbles on her notepad. “That’s not surprising. You clearly put a lot of work into maintaining your physique."
Anakin has a smug expression on his face from the comment. He knows he looks good and he’s told so often, but Zena’s acknowledgment of it makes him preen with pride. It wasn’t even a compliment really, but
Moving on, Zena asks the next question. "Are you in a relationship?"
Anakin huffs a small laugh. "I don't date."
"Why not?"
"Why would I? I get paid for the best part of them already, and I don’t do that shit for free." Anakin takes notice of Zena's expression of mild disgust. "I hope I didn't crush your dreams," he adds, smirking.
"Not my dreams, though I can sense hearts breaking across the galaxy," she replies.
Anakin has never had an interviewer who can roll with the punches like Zena. It's impressive, though it does bug him that he can't get her to break. He supposes he just has to try harder to make her sweat.
"That's enough about my personal life," Anakin says, tone not leaving much room for argument. For a moment, surprise flashes over Zena's features as she flips through her notepad to get to the next question.
"Alright then," she says. "Why don't you describe for us your perfect scene? If everything was entirely up to you, what would you shoot?"
Anakin wets his lips as he looks at Zena. There's no way this question wasn't meant to bait him.
"That's a good question," he says, just to see if she'd have any reaction to the minor praise. Unfortunately, she's still as stone as she waits for his answer. "I have a good amount of pull around here, being the main star and all, but if I had complete control..." Anakin adjusts in his seat like he is searching for an answer as if he didn't already have one in mind meant to get a rise out of Zena. “I’d want to do it home video style. No camera crew, no lighting, no mics. Just a small camera on a tripod shot in her bedroom," he says.
"Why specifically her bedroom?" Zena asks, not reacting to any of his comments.
"It'd probably look nicer than mine, and I've always liked the look of a woman's room. It has lots of personal touches you can't get on a set, so it feels more authentic. And there's something about being invited into a sacred space that's appealing to me."
Anakin isn't being untruthful in his answers, but he is playing it up a bit. Zena nods along with what he's saying, but Anakin can tell there's another question brewing.
"And what kind of co-star would you be looking for?" she asks.
That's exactly what he wanted her to ask. Like innocent prey, she has no idea what she just set herself up for.
"Not an actress, that's for sure. No offense to the girls, they're all great, but it gets boring after a while. I don't want the exaggerated moans and begging. I just want a regular woman who's down to make a video."
"Careful, you're going to get people thinking they have a chance with you," Zena jokes. Anakin lips turn into a smile, honestly enjoying this interview more than he thought he would. "Would there be any specific content you'd like to include?"
Anakin presses his tongue against the inside of his cheek as he thinks, the action only half-meant as an innuendo. "I like a lot of things, but I'd want to keep it more tame in this. Crazy stuff is meant for the studio, but a home video lets you capture the passion that you don't get on set," Anakin explains. "We'd just fuck."
For the first time in any of their interviews, Zena looks affected by Anakin's words. It's not obvious and if Anakin didn't have a keen sense for horny women, he probably wouldn't have noticed it. Her legs are crossed a little tighter, her chest rises and falls quicker, and she has a punishing grip on her pen.
Before Zena has a chance to respond, Anakin speaks again. "But what about you?" he asks.
His question catches her off guard. "I'm sorry?"
"You've done a lot of interviews and I'm sure you've seen your fair share of films. What's your perfect scene?"
Anakin schools his expression into one of earnestness like he's genuinely curious about her answer. He is, to an extent, but he has an ulterior motive. He told Zena his acting skills were rusty in a previous interview, but perhaps that was downplaying his talent a bit.
"Well... that's not really my area of expertise," she says, surprising Anakin with her eloquent answer. Not that he was expecting her to babble incoherently, but he would have thought it’d take longer for her to recover.
"This is the house of amateurs after all," he says, leaning back slightly in his chair to make himself look even more imposing.
Zena narrows her eyes at him slightly. "That's all the questions I have today. Thank you for your time, Mr. Skywalker. As always, it was a pleasure speaking with you."
Zena's abrupt ending to the interview catches Anakin off guard, but just like her, he can adapt. He smiles at her and leans forward in his chair, extending his hand for her to shake.
"The pleasure was all mine, Miss Daren," he says, looking into her eyes. Surprisingly, the close proximity and eye contact don't make her shrink away.
The cameras cut and Zena slips her notepad and pen into her purse. Before she could stand up to leave, Anakin stood in front of her chair, blocking her path.
She raises an eyebrow at him inquisitively. "Yes?"
"I'd like to speak to you privately. Off the record," he says.
"Okay," Zena says. "Go ahead."
Anakin shakes his head and steps aside so she can stand up. "Not here." Zena doesn't appreciate the subtle power play he pulled by blocking her in, but she supposes he's used to that trick working. "Do you smoke?" he asks.
She nods and without another word, Anakin walks off towards the door to the patio. He holds the door open for her and once outside, he fishes in his pocket for a cigarette. Zena offers him the lighter out of her purse and he thanks her as she lights her own. They stand in silence for a bit while the smoke swirls around them. Zena waits for Anakin to speak but he doesn’t say anything.
"So what did you bring me out here to talk about off the record?" she asks.
Anakin leans against the wall of the building and looks over at her. His eyes shamelessly trail over her body, even more so than during the interview.
"I like you," he says.
"Thank you," she says, slightly confused.
Anakin sighs. "You're not gonna make me do this whole song and dance, are you?" he asks.
Zena takes a drag of her cigarette and the smoke flows easily out of her mouth. "I don't know what you're referring to," she responds.
She's playing coy, Anakin knows that, but coy isn't cracking and he desperately needs to see what's under her buttoned-up exterior. Anakin resolves himself, knowing he has to tell her directly what he wants. Anakin steps closer to her so she has to look up slightly to meet his eyes. She doesn't back away, much to his delight, but it's another show of her strong will.
"I want to fuck you," he says.
Zena blinks at him, not looking surprised at the admission in the slightest. "I don't do porn, Mr. Skywalker," she replies easily.
"I'm not asking you to."
"You said it yourself, you don't do that shit for free," she says before taking another puff of her cigarette.
"I'd make an exception."
Zena huffs a laugh. "I know you're used to women just throwing themselves at you so hopefully that's your reason for being so bad at this," she says. "No girl wants to hear that they're the exception, no matter what your scripts may tell you."
Anakin isn't deterred by her stubbornness. He smirks, tugging at his bottom lip with his teeth slightly. "Women do throw themselves at me, but you’re making me work for it."
"Men like you always want what they can't have," she says.
Anakin doesn’t deny that. "We've been dancing around this for what, three weeks now? I know you want it just as much as I do."
Zena looks up at him, her eyes looking deeply into his as she smirks. "What a title this one would be. Anakin Skywalker Grovels for Busty Interviewer to Fuck Him."
"Those titles are always sensationalized," he says.
Zena takes a deep breath and crosses her arms over her chest. If the buttons of her blouse were undone, he'd surely be able to see cleavage but alas, she's too much of a good girl to show anything off.
"If I were to take you up on your rather pushy offer," she starts. "What's in it for me?"
"You've seen my videos," he says with a smirk.
"Like you said, all those actresses fake it."
That gets to Anakin. It's been a long time since someone doubted his performance in bed, but he's not exactly surprised that Zena went for the low blow. He doesn’t take the bait and attempt to prove himself. He knows he’s a good lay and she’s watched enough of his videos to know that too.
"I promise you I can deliver," he says, his voice dropping a little lower. "We can do whatever you want."
"Even knife play?" she asks. It isn't until he sees the faintest smile on her lips that he realizes she's joking.
“Whatever you want,” he repeats, leaning forward a little to crowd into her space. “Come upstairs with me.”
Of course, Zena knows what upstairs means. She’s only ever been in the living room of the house for interviews, but the bedrooms upstairs all have cameras in every corner to catch the best angles of the action.
“I don’t want to be on camera,” she says.
“My closet doesn't have a camera," Anakin replies.
"Your closet?" Zena repeats, unimpressed.
"Dick's the same everywhere," Anakin says with a slight shrug.
“Fine,” Zena sighs as she drops her cigarette on the ground and steps on it. Anakin does the same and opens the sliding glass door to reenter the house. Zena follows him as he walks up the stairs and down the hall to the bedroom.
Zena is familiar with the house from the videos, but it looks a lot bigger from the inside. Anakin opens the door to his bedroom and Zena takes in the sight. His bed is unmade, but other than that, the room is neat, though it lacks in personality. Anakin opens the door to his closet, a large walk-in that doesn't have much in it other than clothes on the racks and a mirror on the back wall.
"Do you want me to lay down a blanket?" Anakin asks. It's a genuine offer, but his voice is teasing.
"I'll be fine," Zena replies with a roll of her eyes.
Anakin reaches out to grab her wrist and tugs her inside the closet. He shuts the door behind her and backs her against it, hands gently holding onto her hips.
"I've been thinking about having you like this for weeks," Anakin says. "Been dying to know what you're hiding."
"What I'm hiding?"
Anakin moves his hand up to her collar where he toys with her buttons. "You act like such a good girl but you can't be in this industry without having some dirty secrets."
He undoes her first button, and when he nods at him to keep going, he undoes all of them down to her navel. When Anakin pushes the fabric of the shirt to the side, he reveals Zena's lace bra. He raises his eyebrows at her, but she doesn’t give him any explanation.
Helping him out, Zena unbuttons her shirt the rest of the way and pushes it off her shoulders, letting it fall to the floor. Anakin takes in the sight of her breasts: full, round, and absolutely mouth-watering. He ducks his head and presses open-mouthed kisses to the top of her breasts.
"Don't leave any marks," she says.
Anakin's eyes, now blown wide with lust, flick up to hers as he grazes his teeth over her skin. He grabs the top of the cups in each hand and pulls them down, making Zena's breasts spill out of the bra. She gasps when he attaches his mouth to her nipple and sucks.
"Oh," she moans when he pinches her other nipple between his thumb and forefinger.
With a pop, Anakin releases. "Gorgeous fuckin' tits," he says.
"A compliment from the Anakin Skywalker? I'm honored," she teases with a smirk on her lips.
Anakin narrows his eyes at her. "Are you gonna be stubborn this whole time?" he asks.
Zena leans her head against the door, somehow feeling powerful even as she has her tits on display. "Yeah," she smirks.
Anakin reaches behind her body to unclip her bra and he lets it fall to the floor next to her shirt. He then moves to the zipper of her skirt but she stops him.
"Yours off too," she says, tugging at his shirt.
He obliges, revealing that impressive physique she commented about in the interview. His shirt is tossed away and Zena admires his defined muscles and pebbled nipples.
"Can I take off your skirt now, princess?" he asks. The pet name is used sarcastically, but Anakin can tell she liked being called that. Zena nods and Anakin pulls the zipper down and pushes her skirt to her ankles, leaving her in just a pair of delicate panties.
He raises his eyebrows, curious at her choice of undergarments. "Were you expecting this?" he asks smugly.
"Certainly not," she says. Anakin hums, not believing her, but doesn't comment.
"We're gonna play a game, Zena," Anakin says. Though he’s speaking to her, he looks down at her body instead of into her eyes.
"What game?"
Anakin licks his lips. "A choose your own adventure. You tell me your favorite video of mine and we'll recreate it."
Zena thinks it's honestly shocking that Anakin doesn't have devil horns that speak through his curls.
"I don't have a-" Zena starts, but Anakin cuts her off.
"Don't give me that. I know you've seen all of them. You can't tell me none of them got you even a little hot."
Zena is suddenly unable to make eye contact with Anakin. She wasn't intimidated by him during the interview. They were five feet apart, fully clothed, and every time he put her in the hot seat, she could turn it around on him. Here, though, they're inches apart, naked, and there was no way out.
"I liked... the panties one," she says quietly.
Anakin's face lights up, grinning widely with deviousness in his eyes. “Oh yeah? Why’s that?” Zena shrugs but still doesn’t meet his eyes. “Y’know, you’re breaking the house rules right now.”
Anakin slips his finger under the elastic of Zena’s panties and lets them snap against her skin. She looks up at him finally and bites her lip. “I didn’t know those rules applied to me, too.”
Anakin grasps Zena’s waist and brings her over to the back wall of the closet to stand in front of the mirror. Anakin stands behind her and presses himself against her back. He leans down to press his lips against her ear. “They do if you wanna be one of my girls,” he says.
His hot breath on her neck makes Zena’s skin break out in goosebumps. Anakin chuckles when he feels her shiver in response to his fingertips dragging over her stomach. His hand slips into her panties and he cups her pussy, his large hand covering it entirely. He slips to of his long fingers inside of her and curls them up to press against her sweet spot but he doesn’t move them. Instead, Anakin uses the fingers inside Zena as leverage to push her back against his hips.
“Can you feel my cock, baby?” he asks. “Feel how hard you got me?”
“Yeah,” she replies quietly, looking at her reflection.
“Been teasing me for weeks, acting like you didn’t want me to fuck you like the dirty girl you pretend not to be. Where’d all that fire go?”
Zena leans her head back on Anakin’s shoulder and looks up at him. Her eyes are half-lidded and her lipstick is a little worn off from biting and licking her lips. She looks messy, nothing like how Anakin is used to seeing her. He likes this look, a nice girl turned into an insatiable slut, needy for him.
The way she looks at him is enough to get him to take out his cock. Instead of getting fully undressed, Anakin just undoes his fly and pushes his pants down to his knees. He holds his cock and slaps it against her ass before grinding on her again.
“Anakin,” she whines.
“Yeah, baby?”
“Stop teasing.”
Anakin looks beyond smug. It’s not often he’s faced with someone whom he has to break, so it makes it all the more satisfying that Zena is giving in. “You know what you have to do if you want my dick, Zena,” he says into her ear.
Surprisingly, Zena doesn’t put up a fight this time. “Fuck me, Anakin,” she says.
The words sound so sweet on her lips that they almost make Anakin want to kiss her. As he pushes her panties aside, he wonders what it would be like to kiss her. Would she fight for dominance or would she give in and let him take what he wants? Would she moan into his mouth the same way she’s moaning at the stretch of his cock inside her?
“Do I feel good inside you, baby?” Anakin asks once he’s fully seated inside.
“So good,” she breathes out.
“Your pussy’s gripping me, honey. She needs me that bad?” He asks teasingly as if he didn’t desire her just as much. As if she hasn’t been driving him crazy.
He rocks his hips into her and with every thrust forward, Zena’s face twists with pleasure. Anakin is desperate to give her more, but she hasn’t earned it yet and he refuses to play all of his cards just for some instant gratification. Zena avoids looking at the mirror, her eyes darting everywhere except for directly in front of her, and that just won’t do.
“Look at yourself, baby,” Anakin says. “It’s like you’re watching your own video, right? Virgin Zena Daren Taken by Experienced Anakin Skywalker.”
“I’m not a virgin,” Zena replies with an eye roll, though her annoyed act is shattered by a small moan that escapes her mouth.
“Tight like one,” Anakin smirks. “Tightest I’ve had in fuckin’ forever. The other girls are all used up but you’re nice and fresh for me, right, baby?”
Anakin’s words send shivers up Zena’s spine, though she’s a bit ashamed of it. He’s degrading other women to praise her and she knows it’s wrong, but it makes her feel hot all over. Anakin’s large hands grip her hips, ass, and stomach possessively like she’s his toy to touch and use as he pleases. He presses on her lower stomach, just below her navel, and the pressure combined with the deep thrusts of his cock make her knees weak.
Looking into the mirror, Zena can see the intense look in his eyes. She’s seen it before in his videos, but she thought it was all acting. Maybe it is, but seeing it for herself makes it seem real and it’s intimidating.
“A-Anakin,” she stutters out between moans.
“Yeah, princess?”
“I need it harder.”
Something unrecognizable flashes in Anakin’s eyes. Before Zena can realize what’s happening, Anakin’s arms are wrapped around her middle and he thrusts up into her. Her body shakes with the force of it and she’s unable to do anything but moan as he takes her.
“This hard enough for you?” Anakin asks, now sounding more breathless from the exertion. “You wanna be mine? I’ll make you fucking mine.”
His voice is borderline a growl as he uses Zena’s body. She feels like the girls in the videos: useless, dumb little toys for Anakin to use. He’s rough and relentless with his claiming of her body and she loves it. She’s not usually one for this kind of treatment, but she had no idea how much she needed it until now.
“Talk to me, baby. Tell me how fuckin’ good it is,” he demands.
“So good,” she gasps.
It amuses Anakin that he was able to reduce her to so few words after she gave him a run for his money during the interviews. Zena opens her eyes and through her slightly foggy glasses, she can see the fucked-out expression on her face. She’s never seen herself this way before and as humiliating as it is, she’s getting closer to the edge of orgasm.
Zena slips her hand under her panties to rub at her clit. Surprisingly, Anakin doesn’t bat her hand away and take over for her. He encourages her to touch herself so she can cum on his cock.
“Touch yourself for me, princess. You play with your little clit like this when you watch my videos? Doing all that research must tire your hands out, huh?”
Anakin runs his mouth like he’s getting paid to do it, though that is what he’s used to. His breathing is ragged in Zena’s ear but she can’t hear it over the sound of her own. They’re both close; Zena is desperately chasing her high with the firm press of her fingers on her clit while Anakin is trying to hold off so she can finish first.
“I’m cumming!” Zena announces with a high-pitched, broken voice. Anakin can feel her walls clenching around his cock, trying to milk him. Just as he’s about to cum, a wave of panic hits him. He doesn’t know if Zena’s on any kind of birth control. Pulling out isn’t something Anakin has to think about, but he manages to just in time.
He groans as he jerks himself off to completion over her ass. Hot, sticky ropes of cum land on her skin while she’s still riding out her pleasure on her fingers. Cumming from fucking his fist doesn’t satisfy Anakin as much as unloading into her would, but something is better than nothing.
Anakin’s head lolls back as he catches his breath and Zena goes limp against his chest. Luckily he still has enough strength to hold them both up. Zena wipes her hand off on her thigh, then adjusts her hair and straightens her glasses, trying to make herself look a bit more proper and put together. When they both regain their composure, they separate and without even looking at Anakin, Zena grabs her clothes from the floor and begins to redress.
“Hey,” Anakin says, stopping her by grabbing her wrist. “What’s the rush?” Zena makes a face at him and shakes his hand off. “Don’t tell me you’re gonna treat me like your dirty little secret now,” he says playfully.
Zena sighs as she steps into her skirt and pulls it back up, then reaches for her discarded bra. While she redresses, Anakin pulls up his pants and fastens them, but remains shirtless. “You don’t strike me as the cuddling type,” she says.
Anakin huffs a laugh. “And here I thought I fucked the brat out of you.”
He doesn’t bother hiding how he watches her stuff herself back inside her bra. Zena then slips her arms into her blouse and starts to button it, but Anakin stops her before she can get to the top. She cocks her head to the side and looks at him questioningly.
“If you ever want a job, I can pull a few strings. You’d add a sense of authenticity to the series,” he says.
Zena scoffs, shaking her head in disbelief. “And we’re right back to business, huh?”
“I’m just saying,” Anakin steps into her space and puts his hands on her hips. “I don’t fuck for free, and I know that greedy cunt’s gonna be needing more of me.” He’s smirking proudly like the arrogant diva he is.
“I know this must be hard for you to believe, but I’ll be just fine without your dick,” she retorts, mirroring his smug expression.
“Sweetheart,” he grins. “I got you hooked. You can deny yourself all you want but you’re gonna be dreaming about me.”
Zena pushes Anakin’s hands off her and collects the rest of her belongings from the floor before straightening up to face Anakin head-on. She looks perfectly proper again, save for the two buttons not fastened at the top of her shirt. It gets under Anakin’s skin a bit that he wasn’t able to wreck her beyond repair.
“I’ll see you next week, Mr. Skywalker,” Zena says using her professional voice as she extends her hand for him to shake.
Anakin bites the inside of his cheek and smirks slightly as he grasps her hand. “Yes, you will, Miss Daren.”
Zena turns on her heel once Anakin lets go and exits the closet without looking back. Anakin doesn’t see the wink she gives the camera mounted by the ceiling as she leaves the bedroom. When he hears the front door close, he sighs heavily. Yeah, he fucked her, but he wanted to break her open and catch a glimpse at all the things she’s buried deep inside her so no one could find them. Everyone else lays themselves bare for Anakin, but Zena is the only person he’d had to work on in years.
He’ll see her again in a week, and he already knows he’s going to turn the teasing up to hopefully convince her to fuck him again. He talked a big game about Zena wanting more, but it might be Anakin who’s addicted. Not to the sex, per se, but the chase of a woman who’s won’t give herself up to him.
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House Of Memories (45/?)
Obi-Wan Kenobi x Padawan!reader
Warnings: fluff n stuff
Summary: One lazy morning meets an unexpected visit from the beloved senator Amidala, who has a luxurious offer for You, General Kenobi, and the entire 212th battalion.
A/n: anyways, this is short and sweet. good night
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You were tired, you were run down, and you were very much overworked. Obi-Wan, as seasoned in war as he was, felt the same way, his body wasn't as quick and spry as it had been when he was young, and having so much take place in a short span took a heavy toll on him physically. There were no days off for the Jedi, but he was going to take one, nonetheless. He was exhausted, and slept till noon, and though you would have loved to join him in this restful endeavor, you felt you needed to get up and be practical. You were quite tired as well, but sleeping all day wasn't going to make it any better for you. Oversleeping had become a habit in one point of your life, and when it did, you were in a perpetual state of grogginess throughout the time when you were awake and active.
It was about an hour after you left the bed, when you heard Obi-Wan shuffling through the apartment, bare feet padding across the floor and into the kitchenette. You stood at the counter, watching a kettle come to a boil so you could prepare him and yourself a cup of tea. Perhaps it could help you both to wake up more. It certainly would help to kickstart the day, though you were unsure of what was on the agenda. After returning home, everything seemed to have gotten back to normal, or at least a similar variation of it. You hoped that the most you'd do today was train, and there wouldn't be any surprise missions to uphold.
"Good morning, my love," he came up behind you, just like every morning, and perched his chin on your shoulder, dipping his head to kiss the skin once while your face turned a bright pink.
"Morning?" you asked quizzically, turning your head to look at him from an angle. "Do you know what time it is?"
"Hush," he said in a whisper tone, and you couldn't help but giggle at the tickling sensation it left against your neck.
You shook your head, and returned your gaze to the kettle, which didn't even seem to be warm, yet. He wrapped both arms around your waist, momentarily forgetting you were still healing from two well hit blaster shots. You tensed, clenching your eyes shut with a face of minor pain, trying to ease through it so he could hold you, but of course, he noticed, and it did not go past his attention.
"I'm sorry, I didn't know it still hurt," he apologized, turning you around and letting his hand fall to the hem of your shirt. He hesitated, and looked back to your eyes, pleading with you for permission before you gave him a curt nod.
He lifted up the fabric enough to see that the bandaging pads that had been applied were far worn out and needed to be replaced as to not get infected.
"Come here," he said, tugging you by the hand and not giving you much of a chance to respond, before he hauled you back into his room and pointed at the bed, making you to lay down.
He left to the refresher, grabbing the supplies he remembered were under the sinks, then came back to sit beside you on the foot of his bed.
"When was the last time you changed these?" he asked in curiosity, peeling the barely stuck on medical pads that had helped to heal your wound so much over the past days.
"I don't remember," you scoffed, trying to avoid the slight sting when he cleaned the areas around the nicely forming scars.
"Well then, it's a good thing you probably won't need to change them again, I doubt you'd remember then, either."
"To be fair, I was stuck underground and lost most of my oxygen supply, making that two near death experiences in a week. I can hardly keep up with the number of ways I almost die," you joked, though he only thought it to be half amusing. Perhaps you were not so worried, but he constantly was. Worried sick over your safety, and if your survival would be ensured in most situations. It didn't help that you also ran into the face of danger, but he could only blame himself for that. as your master, he was to lead by example, and the example he set was to run into the face of danger, head on, without even thinking about the consequences sometimes.
"It looks much better than it did, I suppose it will be back to normal within a day or so, assuming you rest properly."
"Rest? Obi, I can't just sit around, my trials will be coming up, soon," you informed him, even though there wasn't even a set date or even a discussed idea of when those trials might take place. It wasn't going to be hard for you, he knew that, but he took into consideration how well you liked to prepare for these sort of things.
"Little one, you could take the trials when you are at your worst and still succeed. You are far beyond any other Padawan in this temple and had the rest of the council not held you back, you would probably be a grand master by now," he laughed lightly, and you smiled up at his gaze, waiting for him to finish reapplying the pads to your nearly healed wound.
He inspected his job of the application, smoothing it over one more time, before lowering himself to kiss over the areas left uncovered. When he sat back, he looked at you with the upmost adoration on his features.
This is love, at its purest form. This is sweet domesticity, and a commonplace interaction, but it was precious to you both.
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"Senator Amidala, it's lovely to see you, as always," you commented, walking into the room and bowing. You and Obi-Wan, along with Commander Cody had been summoned to meet with her to talk about something, though you had not been aware of the subject.
"I'm glad you all could meet with me, I hope you are well," the pleasantries, though not necessary, were always a lovely break from the regular, more intense interactions you held with other people on the daily.
"As well as we can be," Obi-Wan told her, and she could see the evidence of exhaustion in his face. She knew how hard he drove himself to work, and that he never complained, only complied whenever anything was asked of him.
"Perhaps better when we arrive on Naboo," she replied, and the three of your expressions changed at once, eyebrows knit together and eyes narrowed in confusion, with heads tilted to the side. She almost laughed at your synchronized movements but figured she should probably explain her meaning. "The congress people of my planet have discussed and decided that there is a celebration to be held in honor of the 212th clone battalion and its leaders. This past attack on Naboo by the separatists was a vicious battle, and because of you and your men, thousands of lives were saved. It's the least we can do to show our gratitude."
"A celebration?"
"Yes, if you would be so kind as to indulge us, we would be obliged by your presence," she explained, and you saw a twinkle of mischief behind her eyes. Surely, she couldn't be hiding anything from you, because you would have sensed it, but that little sparkle in the deep brown of her pupils gave her away that something was up.
"I would have to deliberate with the council, malady. Though we are truly honored, I'm unsure if leaving Coruscant is wise during this time."
"There is no need for the council's permission, I have spoken with them prior to this meeting, and they have agreed to my terms," she had met with them already? She wanted to ensure that this was going to be a possible occasion, which meant she was definitely up to something. "All that is left is for you to agree as well."
You looked to your Master with pleading eyes. Naboo, of every planet in this galaxy, was your very favorite. The calmness, the serenity, and the romantic atmosphere. It was the most beautiful, enrapturing planet you'd ever seen, and you'd seen quite a few planets in your life.
Once his eyes met yours, he knew he had no choice but to accept this wonderful offer. It would be nice to take a break from everything and just simply relax for once. No missions, no meetings, no stress. Only time with you and his troops in a lovely place, where he could be himself and enjoy the sweetest things that life had to offer.
"I am very grateful for such an offer, malady, of which I can do nothing but accept. I suppose I can speak for my Padawan and Commander when I say we are very excited to see all you have planned."
You sent a small 'thank you for this,' into his head, and he mindlessly grabbed your knee in reply. No one noticed, although if they had, it probably wouldn't be a big deal. Padme knew of your feelings for him long ago and given that Anakin spills to her all the drama he can come home with, she also knew of his feelings for you. She wondered if any confessions had been made, or if you both were still just oblivious to the other's helpless pining.
Cody, who paid attention to everything, had found out about your relationship long ago, pretty much when it first formed. He hadn't said anything, because he knew it made his General happy, and that was a rare sight these days. When the Commander saw Kenobi's face change as you walked into a room, it lit up the entire atmosphere, and made the long trips and endless missions more bearable. To know that the one who worked the hardest was getting something in return, even if he wasn't supposed to.
"I will arrange a cruiser to board your battalion onto, and if you should like to join me on my ship, I would be happy to have the company," she added, standing to her feet, as did you.
"I will ride along with my men, but thank you, malady," Cody replied. Padme nodded, admiring how much he stood by his troopers. They were all brothers, made from one man, and they did everything by each other's side.
"I will take the cruiser along with my commander, but I'm sure my Padawan would be very happy to accompany you."
"How wonderful, I've been missing her presence."
You looked at Obi-Wan, a look on your face asking, 'why aren't you coming with me?' but he just put a hand at the small of your back, ushering you along to follow the senator. It wasn't until you were out of the room and in the hallway that he responded into your mind 'I will meet you there, my love. Don't worry.'
That was all you needed to be sure, and you followed Padme down a pathway that Obi-Wan and Cody did not join you on. You supposed it wouldn't be so bad. You had missed your time with Padme dearly, and taking a nice relaxing flight with her, away from all the men in your life, even the good ones, would be a nice change of pace.
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"he didn't tell her that he knew the first thing he would do once he moved on to whatever happened after life and death was to find her. that he knew paradise existed the moment he looked into her eyes"
coming soon: Anakin Skywalker x OC
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Hello!🌷🐇🎀
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The one with the Force - Masterlist
Pairing: Obi Wan x F!OC Medic (Force sensitive)
Warning: Angst, Fluff, Romance, typicall violence, eventual smut
Summary: A new tactic has been introduced to help the Jedi and the Clones to fight the War. A young, clumsy and stubborn head of medical team and a respected Jedi Master may not be the best mix, however, for some reasons, the Force decided other way.
A/N: So a while ago I started a story with our favourite grupmy Master Jedi. I’m not a doctor, but I have a soft spot for medic OC, so here it is. I don’t know how many chapters there will be, but probably quite a few ;) I hope you will enjoy it!
Chapter 1 - New meetings aren’t always oh, so great
Chapter 2 - Dex’ food brings everyone together
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dooku is one lucky mf because i wish it was me having both anakin and obi wan use their lightsabers on me, at the same time ):
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She Does The Woods
Chapter six of the Miracle Aligner Series
Jennie's POV
My shaking body beats in rhythm with my pulse, while it grows numb to the cold.
Though the Taxi had dropped me off around five minutes ago, my feet seemed to be frozen to the snow-covered earth. In the meantime, snow flurries have begun to build up along the surface of my coat and hood.
As if the nerves that kept me awake last night weren't enough, the driver had the radio on, which happened to be playing 'R U Mine?' by, you guessed it, the Arctic Monkeys. Honestly, my mind is far too possessed by anxiety to simply laugh at the irony of my predicament, as I should do. The impending urge to bring up Alex's "secret identity" is oozing. It's going to take a damn miracle to keep my loose lips shut, and with my luck, that's not likely.
Decidedly, I take an extensive, sharp, intake of breath before moving. Fortunately, the park was well-lit enough, so all my suspicions about murderous intent fizzled from my thoughts.
Plucking my phone from my pocket, the screen instantly lights up, displaying how late I am: 5:11 pm. Along with the time, I also spy a text from Alex, sent only a minute prior.
5:10 p.m. Alex Alexander: Hey love, give me a call when you've arrived.
Strangely, his message dims the festering concern in my chest. Like there was a chance he would've stood me up, and that I would be disheartened by such a thing. Huffing a sigh, my eyes flutter closed momentarily as I march forward. While walking, I ring him. Immediately, Alex answers, and just as I open my mouth to speak, his relieved voice resounds through the speaker. "Thank god." I giggle softly.
"Afraid I wouldn't show Alex?"
"Terrified Red." I laugh again, and I hear him chuckle faintly.
"Who's to say I did?" I inquire with humour laced in my tone, humour Alex clearly didn't pick up on. "Are-- are you serious Jennie? I know I came on a bit strong but-"
The uproar of laughter I'd been suppressing explodes, promptly dulling Alex's panicked ramble. "That's not funny," he scolds.
Then, I recognize his figure from a distance, head tilted towards his shoes, studying them with a smile decorating his face. I swoon, pausing my stride. "You think I'm funny Alexander, there's no need to lie." Observing Alex, I await his usual correction of his name, but it doesn't come. Instead, silence consumes the other end of the call, and my vision hones in on his peaceful expression. My heartbeat stumbles with an impactful thump. Get it together Jennie...
"Turn to your left handsome." His brows shoot into his forehead, creasing it. Swivelling his head, I savour the realization that adorns his features as he takes me in. His eyes roam my stationary frame, mouth agape before it closes. "Come here." That's all he says with a simple grin, and I take off.
I start racing towards him. My little sprint obviously catches him off guard, and I nearly tackle him. However, his embrace captures my clinging body. I instinctively bury my face into his chest. Humming pleasantly, I breathe in his familiar, musky scent.
Though he was initially hesitant, thrown off by my spontaneous action, he quickly elevates his loose hug, to a firm, secure one, as though he's scared this isn't real, or that I'll slip away. I hate how endearing it is, how endearing he is. I really have lost it...
Slightly embarrassed, I slither out of his grip, and he reluctantly lets me. Our eyes lock as we move to an arm's length. His eyes then flicker to my lips and I press them to a thin line.
"I'm not sleeping with you in the woods." As soon as the sentence escapes my throat, the unnamed tension between us is lifted. "Didn't think you would."
"Or ever," I interject lamely, and his face immediately feigns confusion. "Again," I scramble out. "Sorry?" His brow rises, and a bitter smirk tugs one side of his mouth.
"Uh, so, you got me here, no axe or chainsaw?" I rush to change the subject, which he notices but chooses to ignore. "Not on hand, no." He shakes his head at me, eyes wandering away from mine, peering into the dark skyline. I laugh pathetically, fidgeting with my hands, unnerved by his quietness.
After a moment, he shifts his gaze back to me, and I perk up right away. "I made us dinner." My brows furrow slightly, eyes trailing to his rising hand. He's holding up a basket with a shy smile. "There's a gazebo over there with a park bench underneath," he jerks his head to the right, "Sound alright to you Red?"
"As long as I live and breathe, it sounds great." His snort plasters a grin on my face.
I follow closely behind him as he makes his way to the gazebo.
...
This "date" is going too well. At every turn, every new conversation, he makes me laugh, forget what I planned to say, everything I was apprehensive about. This is terrible. Everything wrong has become a fleeting memory. Except, that one revelation, still sitting at the tip of my tongue. Don't bring it up, in any way, shape, or form--
"So what do you do for a living." Shit.
"Thought you knew already." He swallows his last bite, a little too soon, and he audibly clears the lump in his throat. "Musican, or something... Right?" I mutter slowly, glancing between him and the surprisingly good meal he cooked. "Something like that, yes." He nods, shoulders tense. Is he trying to keep who he is a secret?
Slightly disoriented, I grow quiet. He peers at me, eyes widening at my probably, very frightening expression. "What?" He gulps down another bite, and I lose it for real this time.
I spring to my feet, pause, drop my fork, and lean over the table to swat his arm repeatedly. He lets out a spurt of noises, mouth full, failing to convey his puzzlement.
"Some musician huh? Yeah right!" I shout, my voice cracking. "I may have been slow on the uptake, but I figured it out eventually, I'm not an idiot!" My verbal vomit shocks both of us, and I want to crawl out of my skin. But that doesn't seem to stop me.
"You're a freakin millionaire for Christ's sake! And I'm just-" I temporarily cut myself off before continuing my outburst. "Not like the money really matters to me! Unless you think it does? I'm not a gold-digger you asshole!"
And with that, the crazy lady attempts to leave the scene.
Rotating on my heel, I maneuver away from the picnic table but a hand clasps my wrist, stopping me in my tracks. I barely turn to look at Alex, till I discern his alarmed state. I'm completely mortified, but I know, deep down, I can't simply run away, not when he's looking at me like that.
"I'm sorry Jennie," he utters breathlessly. After a long beat, I nod.
"Why didn't you say anything."
"I'm not sure," his teeth dig into his bottom lip. "I guess, you just didn't seem all that interested in me in the first place," he sighs. "I didn't want to muck it up." I contemplate my reaction, simultaneously acknowledging his sullen expression.
I ease a bit. "You know, from what I hear, telling a girl you're a rockstar to get them in bed, usually has a 100% success rate." I joke weakly. I imagine my smile isn't quite meeting my eyes.
Alex's pained stare makes me shudder. "I would never think of you as a gold-digger Jennie." Another shiver wretches through me. Why on earth is he taking me seriously?
His attentive language and hold are invoking things in me I'd rather avoid.
I shake my head. "I know," I pause, my voice dropping, "I think." I pause again, anxiously twisting my necklace's pendant with my free hand. "I'm sorry, I don't know where all that came from." He furiously shakes his head in disagreement, but I continue anyway. "I'm so embarrassed, god, you must regret asking me out-"
"No, god no." I peel my eyes from his grasp to look up. He holds my gaze with an intense certainty, telling me, there's no room for opposition. "This is my fault, I shouldn't have withheld what I do from you as if it were a secret... I wasn't thinking." He huffs defeatedly, and a smoke of cool air visibly leaves his mouth.
"I hope you have it in your heart to forgive me, and finish dinner." He smiles sheepishly, gesturing back to the table. His face falls a little. "I'll tell you everything you want to know."
I look away from his desperate eyes, peering down at his grip on my wrist. The skin there has probably gone red from how tightly he's holding it. Noticing what has my attention, he releases my hand, apologizing once more. "It's okay. And yes, I'm still pretty hungry." We hold eye contact as I speak. "And the food's pretty good, I was scared you were gonna make some of that British crap." Alex's laughter erupts and I beam.
"British crap?"
"Like spotted dick or something." He laughs harder.
"Not on the first date."
"Second then?" I raise a brow, not sure what I'm promising. His smile stretches.
"If you'd like..." His laughter subsides as he mumbles.
"I think I would."
I watch as something he's most likely been keeping hidden flashes in his eyes. Something within him falters, but he shifts his eyes toward the sky before I can make out what it might be.
...
As the date went on, it got darker and darker, and with that, the winter was starting to creep up on us. Somehow I ended up sitting beside Alex, huddled close to his body. Shoulder to shoulder, he holds my hands in his palms, thumbs grazing the insides of them -- strictly to keep them warm of course.
When our conversation slowly fades out, I didn't seem to mind, though, liking the silence didn't stop me from filling it.
"Ever jump into freezing water?" I question with a smirk. His thumbs stop their caress and press into my skin. "You're not jumping into the river," Alex states firmly.
"Wasn't planning on it." I giggle. "Just asking."
My head rises slightly with his soft exhale. "No."
"Boring..."
"So I take it you have," he murmurs lowly.
"No." His deep laugh bellows through the chilling air. "But if I did..." I trail off, unsure of what I'm planning to say. "I'd wish I was the water," Alex says, finishing for me.
I didn't know what I expected him to say, but I didn't expect it to be so... Poetic.
A nervous laugh shakes my stomach, while my chest swarms with an unknown feeling. The silence once again crowds the atmosphere, but I'm not too fond of it this time. "Alex-"
Abruptly, my speech is cut short by Alex's palms releasing mine to cup my face. His palms lift my cheeks to brush our lips into a gentle kiss. He swallows my surprised moan, and I briefly see the passion in his expression. My lids bat shut, and I let him take me under, into the river.
chapter seven
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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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Masterlist
✿ Fluff ➵ Angst ❦ Smut
Series
The Guardian ✿ ➵ (In Progress)
Obi-Wan Kenobi x Reader
When Obi-Wan, Anakin, and Ahsoka crash land on the desolate, ice planet Hoth, they meet a stranger with great power and deep connections to their past. You join the trio, hoping to face your destiny, which has long been foretold. But when the Separatists and Sith threaten you and your newfound family, you’re forced to make sacrifices to defend your friends, fulfill the prophecy, and protect the man you’ve grown to love.
One-Shots & Requests
Short Red Dress ✿ ❦ 18+ (Complete)
Obi-Wan Kenobi x f!Reader x Anakin Skywalker
Request — Hello! Could I request an obi wan x reader x anakin fic where the reader is a force sensitive Jedi? They have to go undercover for a mission and ani and obi are awestruck/distracted by reader in flattering clothes (that aren’t Jedi robes) and it makes them both realize their feelings :) feel free to make it a lemon if you want.
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Anakin Thoughts
I will be honest. Some of this is based on my oc, but there is no mention of her.
Thinking of being a princess / prince of some sort and meeting Anakin as he's out on a mission as a Padawan, he had been thinking of Padme all of the time but the moment he scoops you up into his arms he suddenly forgets about her. You end up choosing him and your guys, "Love" over your people who had been forcing you to marry to save their planet, you chose him over the lives of millions, and he knew, but the moment he saw Padme again, he forgot about you instead, and you were left thinking about how you killed your people, betraying them for a man who you now know, can't ever love you :(
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