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Swimming Through Starlight
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The hunt for a bounty presents you and your Mando with an impromptu vacation opportunity.
Tags/Warnings: Din Djarin x ForceSensitive!Reader, Language, Smut, No use of Y/N, PinV sex, Creampie, Breeding kink if you squint, teensie bit of assplay 🤭,
You had been doing.. whatever this was for nearly a full cycle now. Traveling with Din and his kid, Grogu, fixing shit on the Crest- but somewhere along the way you had accidentally found an actual home with them and now… Well now they were stuck with you, you guessed.
Niamos was the current destination, a planet covered with glittery beaches warmed by its star and a reputation for being a cozy hideout for felons and the like.
“I’m not going to lay on the beach in just my helmet.” You can tell he must be straight faced under that visor by the tone of his voice.
“What would it take to convince you?” You smirk and rub your hand up his calf under the blanket in his bunk.
Mando sits up and looks at where your hand is moving, “Kriff- fucking… nothing, don’t use your magic on me,” He scoots down the cot to start preparing for landing. Loading blasters, rations and med-kits into the bag he so lovingly has you carry while he lugs whatever scumbag he’s picking up here. You’re sure to stuff the one and only thing you own that could pass off as swimwear into the bag too- just in case.
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“Mando look! Ice pops!” You beckon towards him- grab Grogu from his sling on Din’s hip and practically skip towards the stand.
He scolds out your name, “We’ve barely been on the ground for ten minutes,”
“But- they have Moonberry flavor,” you put on your best pout up to him and watch as he analyzes your face from behind the visor.
The baby gurgles up at the both of you, and Din sets a couple credits down on the counter. The stall attendant pulls your frozen treat out of the case and hands it to you, “One Ice pop for the beautiful lady and.. the baby...” He ends his statement as if it was a question and you giggle, turning back to Din.
You bite off a tiny piece for Grogu and put the rest in your mouth- holding it with your lips as you feed the broken piece to him. Finally you get your turn to enjoy your treat when the baby realizes he can hold it himself, and you notice Din staring down at you as you walk side by side through the bustling little city.
“What?” You ask, knowing exactly what.
“Nothing.” He turns back to the road ahead.
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“So this is the guy, huh?” You stand from the sandy ground, where you’d been sitting with Grogu, letting him run through the puddles the sandbar left behind when the tide went out.
It had only been a few hours since you parted ways with Din to go catch his bounty, and while he was gone you started brainstorming the perfect way to get him to enjoy this beachy getaway while he could.
“Yup,” Mando jerked the male human's shoulder, “He thought he’d be able to hire some of his buddies to hide him.”
“Ah,” you look at the bounty’s face, scrunched in pain from Din’s hold on him, “That never works, see, he’s got this tracker on his helmet-“
“Alright, enough,” Mando interrupts you, “It’s time to go.”
You pick Grogu up from where he was playing with a little crustacean and walk towards the Crest with Din
Mando wrangles his bounty into carbonite while you tuck your green toddler into his floating crib and watch him drift off, sending soothing emotions to his brain, before meeting Din back by the door of the Crest.
“So,” you start, “Do you think we could stay for a while?”
“Where, here?”
“Well, maybe not here in town, I’d just like to enjoy the beach a while longer,”
“I don’t know, cyar’ika,” Din returns, shrugging.
“I saw a more secluded part of the beach while we were waiting for you, you’d just have to move the Crest out of town. Maybe you could rest for a while while we have dinner,”
He looks down at you once again and you try to pick at his brain, finding nothing.
“Please.” You once again pout up at him.
“Fine, just for a little bit, though.”
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A distance down the beach, away from the small city and in the cover of the dunes and vegetation Niamos provided, you stood in the ‘fresher, ditching your normal shirt, chest wrap and cargo pants for the one and only pretty piece of underwear you owned. A strappy purple thing that hugged your breasts together; no matter if you had to wear a pair of your regular undies, this would surely get the job done.
“Hey, Din,” you step down the ramp to join your Mando down on the sand that was cooling in the late afternoon sun.
Din turns towards you from where he stands and you can visibly see the way his helmet drops to stare at your body. He’d never been the boldest with his public affection, but while in private he was nearly insatiable with his hunger for you.
“Din?”
He jerks his helmet back up to your face.
“Did you hear me?”
“What?” The vocoder sounds low and gravelly as he chokes out the single word.
You giggle and walk towards him, “Do you want to swim with me?”
“Uhh,” he gulps, “The uhm- my helmet,”
You feign annoyance at him, “Oh fine, you can watch me play then.”
You tap his chest plate on your way past down into the waves, making sure to swing your hips as seductively as possible.
You walk into the gently lapping waves up to your calves and toe around in the wet sand, then turn back to where Din sits on the beach, just watching you.
“It’s warm, Din. I wish you could feel.”
You splash around for a bit, now wishing Grogu wasn’t asleep on the Crest so he could play too.
You decide if he’s gonna stay asleep for a while, and Din isn’t gonna come in the water, you should have some fun of your own. You face the sunset, the water up to your hips; and almost against your own volition your hands reach to the back of your neck and untie the knot holding your top up. You lift the straps over your head and drop them down, freeing your nipples to the crispy air.
“Hey-“ Din shouts your name from the beach, trying to get your attention.
You don’t turn around, instead running your fingertips over your skin and through your hair, reveling in the tingles you give yourself.
You hear splashing behind you suddenly and turn to face him, Din stops mid journey out to you in the water- still wearing all his armor.
“Hey what’re you-“ He cuts himself off with a huff of breath audible through the vocoder.
You walk toward each other, Din molds his hands behind your neck and brings your forehead to where his would be behind his visor in a Keldabe kiss.
“You are so fucking pretty.”
You close your eyes and shiver at the sheer eroticism of the moment. You reach up and move his hands down to your breasts, asking him to touch you without words.
His eyes stay on your face as he pinches and pulls at your nipples with his leather covered fingers, you moan at his touch, growing wetter with each second you spend so exposed for him.
You move your fingers up to run through the loose curls at the bottom of his helmet and he arches his shoulders into your touch, huffing a breath, “I want you.” He whispers.
Running your hands down his chest you respond, “Then come get me.”
You jerk out of his touch and start for the beach, struggling to push your legs through the water.
He turns instantly and shoots his arm out towards you, at the narrow miss you shriek and push harder, now only a few feet from land. You hold your tits and make for the small patch of trees at the top of the sandy hill the Crest is parked on. When the sounds from behind you turn from sloshing to heavy footfalls you turn, Mando is just seconds behind you and you’re sure to be caught any moment.
In an instant his hand is on your shoulder, and you trip, landing softly on the mossy sand below. He grabs your hands and pins you as you wiggle beneath him, you’re no match for his muscles though, he mounts you and places his weight down where he sits on his knees above your thighs.
“No getting away from me now, C’yare.” His modulator puffs next to your ear. You whine out when he grinds his cock into the cleft of your ass. “Do you want this? . . . Do you want me?” He continues rubbing against you through his flight suit.
“Mando, please,“
“Finish your thought, Mesh’la,”
You groan into his palm when he turns your head and moves his helmet right down beside your face. “Say it.”
“I- I want you, Din. . . so badly-”
He drawls put a beautiful sound from the back of his throat and scoots down your thighs, pulling your wet underwear with him, “Look at this perfect ass sweet girl,”
He squeezes your cheeks and spreads them apart, running his first two gloves fingers between your lips and over your asshole.
You squeal at his boldness, deciding you like it.
You can’t see him, but you feel him lay down behind you, “Don’t turn around-“ and then the unlocking of his helmet.
He spreads your cheeks again and this time he surprises you when he licks his way through your pussy, you moan for him and he groans in return. The tip of his tongue flicks over your clit and his beautiful angular nose rubs over your entrance, you can’t help but grind back on his face as your hands try to find purchase in the cool ground.
He moves up further now, licking over your rear entrance and moving his palms over your thighs and sides of your torso, it feels so fucking good to have him like this, desperate to hear you feel pleasure.
“You want my cock, sweet girl?” He finally relents as you get closer to the edge, sitting back up on his knees.
“Fuck yes, Din, put it inside me please,”
He moans at your words and licks a line up your spine, letting the breeze give you goosebumps as he frees his cock and notches the tip inside your dripping cunt.
“Oh baby,” he starts, “Fuck- look at this beautiful pussy,” You back up onto him to finish the job.
“Ngh- fuck Din, I’m so full-”
He can’t help but start at a fast pace, notching his hands above your hips for leverage.
“You wore this skimpy little thing for me, showed off your gorgeous tits,” he keeps his pace, “Oh fuck- C’yare.”
You move your hands under your tits to once again massage your nipples and rub your clit down onto the moss underneath you- clenching your pussy around Mando’s cock at the sensation.
He’s pistoning into your cunt so fast, hitting your front wall so perfectly- taking you both to the edge so quickly.
Your brain conjures the image of how much you wish his skin was rubbing on yours like in the darkness of hyperspace, how much you wish you could see his face.
“Ohhh fuck, sweet girl- what are you doing to me, what is that?”
Without noticing, you’d begun using the force to touch him where you’d been imaging- running your fingers over his scalp, down his chest and over his thighs.
“I’m- not gonna last,” he chokes out. You feel a vibration settle on the hood of your clit and immediately grind back and forth over the stimulants to your body. You catapult over the edge when Din whimpers, “Oh, maker- please-”
Euphoric bliss washes over your brain when orgasm takes you, and Din follows right behind, staying inside to push his spend deeper as you flutter around him. He collapses onto your back and moves his hands up to support himself over you, brushing your hair behind your ears.
You keep your eyes closed, just in case, and you’re glad you did when he kisses the shell of your ear and groans out, “Thank you, Mesh’la.”
He leaves you to lay while he replaces his helmet and spreads your legs to clean you with your underwear- then tucks them safely into a pocket on his belt.
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His Queen ~ Boba Fett x F Force User Reader
Summary: You and Boba use to be a thing before he fell into the Sarlacc pit and since returning he hasn’t reached out so you decided to make the first move to see if the flame still burns.
Warnings: smut, mild talk of violence, unprotected sex, PiV, dirty talk, gloved fingering (f), creampie, age gap if you squint, cockwarming, exhibitionism, jealousy, mild breeding kink if you squint, possession if you squint, regret, helmet kink, dom/sub/switch play
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You leaned back into the large throne noting that it needed some serious pillows and padding. Two Gamorrean guards walked in with their weapons draw advancing towards you. Your lips curled in annoyance but you allowed them to come to the edge of the throne before extending your hand and making one fall before you used him as a foot rest.
"Make yourself useful, get me something to eat and tell the Great Daimyo that The Queen is here," you purred making yourself as comfortable as possible.
The other guard ran off and the one under you stayed still, it's probably been a long time since they seen a force user let alone a women who wields it like a weapon. You're kind trailed off remembering Boba and how long it had been, anger trying to boil over that he survived and didn't try to contact you or even let you know. You tilted your head back against the throne assuming the other one wasn't coming back with food. The quiet foots drew you out of your memories, you looked up to see a woman with a bright orange helmet pointing a rifle at you. You rolled your eyes but then you saw the dull shine of green beskar approaching. Your heart fluttered but you restrained yourself to keep from jumping up.
"How does my milady like the throne?" He said helmeted taking the knee before you, his hand motioning for the woman to lower her blaster, "Does the Queen request a tour?"
"New pet?" you said eyeing the woman with annoyance, she was a little older then you but definitely his type.
"No, my body guard and dear friend."
"You? Need a body guard? Tsk. Fine you may rise," you said with a small smile pulling your feet off the guard, "I am simply known as The Queen," you said offering a small courtesy to the woman, "You are?"
"Fennec Shand."
Boba walked up and took your arm in his, "You didn't answer the question about the throne," he teased.
"Pillows, lots and lots of pillows."
"Why do they call you The Queen?" Fennec asked curiously following several paces behind both of you.
"I am kind yet cruel, authoritative yet yielding, and because of this," you said moving a finger bending her rifle chamber up and then straightening it.
"A force user?" She said looking at her rifle.
"One of her many talents," Boba chipped in, "Quiet the bounty hunter, gave me a run for my credits time to time."
"And thankfully you decided I was benevolent enough to partner up time to time," you winking holding his helmeted gaze, knowing his perfect brown eyes were staring at you, "but someone's noticeable absence has left me quiet malevolent," the softness in your face faded to an icy glare.
He pulled you closer "It might have escaped My Queens mind that I have been quiet busy."
"Getting wise in your old age," you purred, "thankfully for you it was not a crime that I could not forgive with time," you felt his gloved finger under your chin, his other hand ripping up his helmet just enough to expose his lips.
"Forgive me, My Queen. You should have known I would eventually have set every ship at my disposal to find you and bring you back to me," he said bringing your mouth to his allowing his lips to apologize, "I am sorry," he finally whispered, your name fall silently from his lips like it was the most guarded secret in the world letting his helmet fall back into place.
"So have you given up bounty hunting?" you said looking out the grand windows to the endless sand, "and the code?"
"I'm a simple man making his way through the galaxy," his whisper seemed to echo against the stone, "I'm not ready to give it all up, a man has to remain battle ready until his prime has long since faded and mine has not," he said walking again, "but this is home and where I belong now."
"I've missed you, Boba," you whispered the sentiment betraying your demonstrative cold behavior, "but how dare you say you would not come for me yourself."
"You were never far from my thoughts," he said squeezing your hand, the leather's warm embrace made you smile, "but I did have obligations here to attend to first"
You pouted, annoyed but understanding what little you knew of him now coming to rule clearing it of the spice trade and other criminal notions. "No massive fire pits?" You purred, "I'm almost disappointed however I do feel the rancor your bonded too, it almost makes up for it," you said letting your free hand trail up his arm touching the cool beskar.
"I have yet to renovate since moving in, hopefully I can have more of your input if you stay maybe a fire pit or two for old times sake although I don't think there are many enemies left to char."
"There are always enemies in the shadows, you know that well. But we'll see I am quiet the busy Queen places to see, people to kill, credits to collect."
"A Queen whose only ever been ruled by me," he whispered leaning towards your ear, "or do you need a reminder My Queen?"
"You have Mos Espa yours to rule now instead," you hissed back but he knew you liked it, Boba always knew when something suggestive landed but he would never tell you what the tell was.
You watched him give Fennec a small dismissive nod to Fennc, she offered a small bow to us before leaving. Boba grabbed your arm tighter guiding you in a new direction. The smell of a kitchen tickled your noses. The dining room was grand lined with empty tables and chairs with an ornate engraved table designed for four at the very back overlook everyone.
"A feast tonight in your honor?" He asked.
"Showing your beautiful guest off to your subjects? How bold."
"No one would dare try to steal you from me," his gloved finger traced down your cheek towards the back of your neck, grabbing it, "I'll make sure of it."
A heart beat fluttered in your lower extremities pulling with excitement over such a delicious threat. You couldn't see into the visor but you knew by heart where his eyes were and you stared at the positions where they were wishing you could see the look on his face and the intensity, "What if I wanted them to dare as punishment to you."
Boba sighed knowing he wasn't going to win this. He knew you were hurting because he hadn't sent for you or tried to reach out while both of you were never spouses before due the nature of the job there was always a spark and undeniable tension both of you tended to give into after a bounty but now time had gone by and he had never bothered to speak his heart. Boba could sense the sand in the hourglass trickling, you coming and teasing him back after all this time was a silent offer of chance to atone and amend his mistake. "If that is what The Queen deems a suitable punishment so shall it be," he said cautiously removing his hand from your neck and tilting his head forward in offering, "A suitable punishment for this fool of a man for losing so many glorious opportunities to enjoy time with such a lovely creature such as yourself."
"My thoughts exactly," you said resting your forehead against the cool metal of his beskar. It made your heart flutter at the sentiment and meaning of it, he gave your forehead a little tap with his and a smile broke out across your face, "Going soft on me?"
"Never," he replied taking a few more deep breaths before pulling back, taking your arm and guiding you in another direct, "I assume you have plenty of sinfully tasteful fitting dresses with your luggage or do you want to see how Mos Espa looks on you?" he stopping at a crossroads in the hall.
"I had one especially made before coming in case I needed to get your attention " you teased, "I can't think of a better time to test in."
"How wicked" you heard the smile in his voice finally picking a direction a direction "You've never needed anything to get my attention Mesh'la," he added, "Do I get to see it before the feast?"
"What would be the fun in that?" You laughed.
"It must be some dress then."
"You have no idea my dear Daimyo."
Boba guided you back to his two main guards, listening your muffled giggle at the one you used as a foot rest. The sound of it reminded him of another time another Boba. "Go with them, they'll carry your luggage back for you and provide a room for you. I'll get the word out about today," Boba said with a small bow dismissing himself not waiting for a response. His mind was exceptionally sharp but it was clouded when you were around and he desperately needed some fresh air. When he reached the throne room dias he disappeared behind a small door to a balcony that oversaw the city below still semi shrouded from view.
"Lover?" he heard Fennec ask behind him.
"A life time ago, yes."
"Don't let her distract-"
"I always trust your wisdom, my dear friend but I don't think she's here to distract me. It seems she's here to see if the spark is still there or if it's time to move on."
"Is it?" she asked.
"I hope so. Invite everyone for a feast tonight. Get the best cooks and musicians, please."
"Please? I like her already," Fennec chuckled starting to make a mental list and those to contact some help for such a last moment event, "Why haven't you taken your Helmet off? I haven't seen you wear it so long."
"I've gotten old and forgotten what it means to wear it. Not sure if I'm ready for her to see that."
"So you do have doubts?" Fennec smiled.
"I haven't lived this long without being prepared."
Fennec nodded, Smart Man, she must be one hell of a Bounty Hunter to put him on edge like this. Fennec excuses to herself to start making preparations for the eventing contacting the Mods to help her spread the word.
You watched the guards pick up the two very heavy trunks and fling them over their shoulders with ease. Smiling you closed the ship after wondering around it once more and followed after them. You took in the sights on the way back, the sand, the people, the peace. You remembered what this place was like, the fear and iron fist but now it seemed people were actually happy and living life. While the sand was not something you cared for you, it could be home or at least a place to dwell between bounties. Your mind trailed back to Boba, the roughness of his voice and how different it was from when you last heard it, it made you wonder what had happened to him in the time apart.
The guards took you to a room past the Daimyo's at the end of the hall, the room was luxurious dripping in finery. They put the trunks at the end of the bed and left you to explore in silence. Their was a beautiful vanity lined with fragrances from through out the galaxy. Then you saw it the small fragrance box in the back unopened, no dust clung to and it was obviously new. You sliced the cover with your nail and opened it, revealing a translucent blue bottle labeled The Queen, you smiled at the limited edition perfume knowing you were really on his mind. You opened the balcony to look at the city below, your hands trialed the railing the cold metal reminding you of him.
You tapped the back of your knuckles on the railing frustrated. Should I have even came? There's plenty of other bounties hunters would would be worth the time of day, several of which are Mandalorians or equally rough around the edges. Boba's obviously retired, could I? Your mind trialed to the stacks of your stashed credits, the adrenaline running through your veins and the electricity dancing throughout your nervous system on a bounty, the reeling feeling of being alive and then back to him. You groaned pulling yourself away from the railing, sensing the approaching person coming to your door. You opened it before they had time to knock, finding Fennec standing in the door way.
"Ms. Shand, how can I be of assistance? Someone you need to talk?" you smiled.
"No, I came to escort you to the Daimyo bathing room if you wish to use something a little more luxurious then your own."
"Let me grab something to slip into for the time being," you said turning and rummaging through the trunk to find the floor length black slip at the bottom, "How many hours until the feast?" you asked curiously.
"Three."
Short and simple, "How is he...? Really I mean," letting your voice dropped to a hush tone.
"He's a better man."
"Thank you for watching over him," your voice dropped even lower.
"That's what family does," she said pushing open the large door revealing a steamy chamber with several bathing soaps and assorted towels, "Enjoy, I'll leave you to it. You can go back to your room when ever your done."
You walked inside pulling the door shut behind you, admiring the long tub with steam rolling off of it. You dressed down and submerged yourself in, the heat engulfing you in a warm embrace. You dunked your head back and let the warmth touch your scalp.
"Little one," you heard the smirk in the tone echo in the chamber.
You looked around not seeing anyone but you felt his presence nearby, "Can I help you?" you asked innocently running your fingers through your hair.
"Can I come in?"
"I'm not going to stop you," you said sinking yourself further down into the tub.
Your eyes caught sight of a small door opening, assumingely connected to Boba's room. He was still armored but he strode in and took a seat next to the bath.
He watched you sink even lower into the bath, "I don't remember modesty being one of your strong suits."
"I don't remember being an observing prude being one of yours either," you snickered back lathering your hair, "nor one for wearing so much black," your eyes danced around his body back up to his helmet, "or secrecy."
Boba sat slightly watching you lather and wash your hair, "Stand," he said once you were done.
"What if I don't want too," you teased, standing just enough to were the water still covered your nipples distorting them. His silence maddening not taking the bait, you moved the the side of the tub he was sitting on, pressing your against the wall and standing so nothing was visible. You noticed the small adjustment he made while sitting knowing it was getting to him. You let your arms go up to your head and squeezed some of the water out of your head letting the top of you be exposed to him, "Satisfied?" you asked lowering your arms covering yourself again.
"Come here, My Queen," his voice was husky with lust, motioning you forward with a finger.
You painfully took the stairs out of the tub one by one so he could trace your body with his eyes. You could feel his gaze shifting the impression leaving warm spots up your body. You stood in front of him crossing your arms under your breast to prop them up, "You are interrupting my bath," you said simply.
"I could give you a reason to get back in," he said suggestively placing a gloved hand on your waist noticing the small goosebumps appear.
"I don't think that is the point of the punishment," you said turning letting your back and ass be in view.
"I didn't say I would get pleasure from it," he smiled.
"If it would hold you over until after the feast," you relented smiling down at him, "One wouldn't hurt."
"Of course, My Queen," he said pulling you down on your knees before him.
You could already feel your slick starting to coat you and he wasn't even touching you yet. He leaned down putting his helmet in your face letting two fingers trial up your side to your breast and pulled gently on the physical reaction it caused. You let out a small pleasurable hiss at the feel of the semi rough leather, he quickly stuck one finger in your moan to silence you as he brought his free hand back to your breast. You let your tongue stroke the leather teasingly, you opened your mouth wide letting his finger escape visibly coated with drool. You heard a small groan escape him and his legs shift again. You smiled wiping the little bit of left over drool off from your lip.
You watched him lean forward more dropping his hand between your legs circling your clit. Your slick coating the rough leather. You heard his breathing hitch and a small growl escape him. He cautiously twirled one gloved finger around your entrance gently pushing it in.
"Fuck," you moaned as the leather breached you.
"You are so tight," he groaned shoving it further into you, "So tight."
"Boba," the filthy moan escaped your lips, he shoved his finger further up without restraint to the spongy button stroking faster.
His finger stretched you as it curled into you, "My Queen," his voice was huskier, lust was taking over and he was doing his best to restrain his need.
You started grinding into his finger clenching around it with every movement. You gasped as he inserted another finger stretching you out further, "Bobaa," you said fucking yourself harder with them bringing your hand to your hair and the other hand to his arm.
"Careful My Queen, I only have so much self restraint," he said being rougher, his other hand holding his cock to keep it from stroking itself in his flight suit. He desperately wanted to take it out and stroke himself.
You stood, his fingers popping out without warning causing you to shutter but you shoved him back in the chair and undid the pants of his flight suit, "Boba, now," you pleaded watching his mass spring up, the tip coated in precum more pulsating out at the command.
"What about my punishment?" He said shakily watching some of your slick fall on your thigh.
"You don't want me?" You teased exposing your thigh to him but forcibly shoving his cock back in his suit and zipping it up, "I'm going to bathe, your excused," you said turning back to the bath and taking a step off the ledge into the water, wiping your thigh off.
You heard his breathing quicken, "Yes, Milady," he panted standing up.
"Next time just give me your cock, or I might be tempted to get my fill else where," you threatened not looking at him.
"I'll kill him. Slowly," you heard the anger break in Boba's voices, you smiled knowing he was going to think of you ever moment until tonight.
The moment Boba reached his room he walked into the refresher gripped the counter trying not to relieve himself. He was so turned on and ravenous didn't notice your footsteps sneaking up on him until you did his flight suit again. You pulled him around and put the engorged member between your thighs holding it in place.
"It was almost just as fun watching you punish yourself," you purred, letting your hands move to the green chest plate, "but I really really want you right now. I won't asked again."
Boba picked you up like you were weightless and plunged his cock into you, "Fuck, Boba ," you screamed, as he started plowing it into you. He was forcibly stretching you out around him, his fingers dug into your hips the tightness nearly making him cum right there.
He was relentless and didn't stop as he put you on the bed, "My Queen," he moaned. The heat of being in his armor was bugging him, he quickly undid it tossing it to the ground. Your fingers went to his helmet, "It stays on," he growled being rougher cause your hands to move away.
Your fingers moved to his body, the muscles were quite was defined but you could feel he was definitely stronger. His cock was threatening to split you in two with every thrust. The heat of you engulfing every carnal urge within him turning them up. Boba felt you start shaking under him, "I've missed you" he groaned being rougher grabbing your legs and splitting them further his fingers digging into your ankles feeling you tighten around him, "You're so beautiful," he added staring down your beautiful face.
You felt his cock starting to twitch, you wrapped your legs around his ass pulling him closer and putting your hands around his neck, "Fill me, Boba. Please," you let your thumb trial up under his helmet to his jaw rubbing it matching his strokes. His arms shot down to catch himself, both of them placed on either side of your neck. Your felt him start shaking inside you, you let out cries of his name. Boba's never fucked you this hard, every thrust spearing you like it was the last. Your toes curls and your fingers dug into him harder piercing skin. You make the mistake of looking down watching his cock slide in and out of you, "Maker," the visual sent you over the edge. The pleasure coursing through you making every limb twitch but heavy. Your cunt quickly violently tightening around him when you felt him finally spill his warm release into you, his name falling from his lips like a prayer. You clenched again feeling some of its vast amount spill out.
He groaned the movement causing his sensitive cock to release what little was left in him, "Mesh'la," moving one of his hands gently to your embracing face. He kept himself situated between your legs and his cock slowly softening, massaging your twitching muscles, "Did I hurt you?" he asked tenderly.
"Boba Fett, the most feared bounty hunter in the galaxy worried about hurting someone?" You cooed, your heart still shaking and your high finally coming down.
"Only you milady," he said slowly trying to pull himself in but felt your heels dig into his ass and pull him back in.
"Done already?" you teased.
"I'm not as young as I use to be," Boba said leaning his helmet on your forehead.
"Just leave in me for as long as possible," you said pulling your hands from his face and resting them on his neck, "Why won't you let me take it off?" You whined.
He tipped it up and kissed you, pulling your bottom lip between his teeth and lathering your neck in soft kisses before putting the helmet back on, "Believe it or not but self consciousness. After the feast, you can take it off."
You wiggled your hips a little bit cause him to growl, "Fine, but come down here I'm cold."
Boba tucked his arms at your sides laying his head on your shoulder and his body on your chest covering you with his own heat. He could feel himself hardening again, he stiffened a small groan knowing you felt it too.
"Leave it," you said stroking his back feeling the muscle.
"Trying to have my heir?" he chuckled.
"In your dreams Fett," you laughed back.
"I'm in my dreams" he leered slightly thrusting in.
"I would have to be way fuller to even consider it, old man," you teased.
Boba's cock twitched eagerly, "That an offer? Maybe I'm not as old as I thought"
"Maybe after the feast and you've endured my torment," you teased, "besides it would be my heir," you tsked at him.
"An heir for each of us?" He asked with a raised eyebrow.
"Hmm, I'll have to think about it," you said trailing on finger up his spine feeling him tense again, "Perhaps-"
Fennec knocked on the door knowing better then to open giving the noises coming from it a little bit ago, "One hour." She quickly turned away grinning hoping his mood would be improved.
"Rain check," Boba said finally allowed to pull out staring at his seed oozing out of you, "Me'copaani ba'jurir ti ni?" his mandalorian was rusty but it still rolled off his tongue.
"I said after the feast," you said with a giggle watching him twitch, "Maybe you could make up my mind," you teased spending your legs further for him, tempting him.
Boba shook his head scolding himself, "After the feast," but the roughness in his voice told you it worked. He handed you a towel. He watched you hold yourself above it watching it dripped out. He groaned but grabbed his discarded clothing and walked into the bath room his self control slipping.
You followed after him with your clothing laughing and you still managed to beat him into the water, "You're going to close your control when you see the dress, might as well lose it now," you winked it him beckoning him into the water.
"I am a disciplined warrior, I have perfect control."
"And how many times did you take me while flying because you couldn't wait?"
"Get clean," he said lathering you in wash and than himself.
You rolled your eyes and finished leaving him in the bath by himself, "Send for me when your ready for your torment."
Boba watched you leave before taking off his helmet to washing his face and neck. You wrapped your hair up to finish drying while you opened the trunk to pull out the dress, your hands felt the silky fabric perfectly matching the red shade on this helmet fading to the green of his helmet and chest plate, cut to perfectly put everything on display and two side slits going all the way down to put your body on display. You smile pulling the open backed gown on and releasing your hair. Let's see how long he can keep his hands off me or see me with another man. You went to the vanity and looked at the new one smiling, you gave yourself several sprays of it. You were almost finished getting ready when a soft tap came at the door, "Enter."
Fennec walked in with the corner of her lip pulling into a smile, "A statement?" she offered.
"A question," you smiled, "hopefully one he'll finally answer."
"We're ready," she said.
You slipped your shoes on and quickly followed after her and the music. When you both entered the dining room it fell silent except for the music, all eyes on both of you. Fennec escorted you up where Boba and two empty places were. Both when both of you took your places the chatter started back up again. You side eyed Boba who didn't even turn and look. Maybe I should have done green to red then. Then you noticed Fennec eyeing him. So I did get under his skin.
You watched the Daimyo stand up and have it fall silent again, "I welcome you all to eat, dance and live. This feast is in our a dear friend, The Queen, who came to visit. Let's show her how Mos Espa now flourishes, free of war, spice and tyranny," he said raising a glass, sipping it and back down. He saw the few men eyeing you and was doing his best to quell his anger. Boba saw one eyeing you and you giving him the quick flash of a wave. So my punishment has started... Is that my perfume? He tighten his jaw, the dress was the perfect allusion to him yet perfectly opposite of his scheme. To him it signified you as his and as he equals, along with the perfume being another jab at the thought of seeing you with anyone else.
You saw Boba's free hand ball into a fist and his gloves tight against his knuckles, knowing your legs were covered by the table cloth you run you your foot up his leg with a smile between delicious bites. Everything about the feast was delicate yet stood out by its own, no two dishes tasted alike and every drink offered was vastly different. The desserts was one of kind. Maybe I would stay here just for this. You eyed the man heading to the dancing area, alone. You wiped your lips and excused yourself falling after him.
"Not eating?" Fennec said looking at the dessert, "I would have assumed you worked up at appetite earlier," she added scooping up a piece.
"Just waiting for her to be gone," he admitted tipping his helmet up and eating finally.
"She's really having an effect on you," Fennec said watching.
"We all have that one personal bounty that got away. She is a huntress personified."
"Why did you wait so long?"
"I assumed she moved on and I am a relic of the past."
"Boba for being the smartest people I've ever met... you sure are always the stupidest when it comes to the heart," Fennec said putting down the spoon full of dessert spotting her dancing with some guy, "A woman like that doesn't move on. Why are you dealing with this punishment," she said with a small chuckle.
"Ever defy a Queen before?" He growled, "I'd disintegrate him just for touching her, but I'm assuming this is her way of testing me and her way of asking me what I've been doing with others since."
"Have you?" Fennec asked raising an eyebrow.
"No," that was the question that unscrewed the final bolt. Boba tipped his helmet back down and wondered down the floor towards you.
The man spun you around, it was a silence dance. It seemed almost like he was on autopilot. Then you noticed the man eyeing him in the corner, it was the look of a lover pinning. OH, you giggled and grabbed his hand dragging him towards the balcony.
"Did I make your boyfriend made?" You asked jumping up swinging your legs over the rails and sitting down.
"You know?" He asked confused.
"I am The Queen, there's little that escapes my eye. How are you enjoying the changes to Mos Espa?"
Boba found both of you outside, he leaned against the shadows in the door way listening. His temper calming after the admitted statement noticing the lover too also watching and listening. Boba smiled.
"The new Daimyo is a kind and stern man, he yields his influence only in the most respectful ways," the man said leaning against against the railing.
"Has the Daimyo ever shown interest in... any woman?" you asked cautiously.
"No, he spends all of his time making the town better or helping friends."
"Would you consider him a good man then?"
"Unlike anything this town has ever seen before. War broke out here, even when it looked like certain defeat he did not back down trying to protect this town. No other would have done that."
"Maybe I don't need to punish him as much as I thought," you said looking at your nails before taking in the city again, "Loyalty is the way, without a clan you are empty," you muttered, "You may go, have fun," you said looking at the city.
Boba stepped out the shadows and put his arms around your waist, “What was suppose to be the punishment?”
“The punishment would have came if you didn’t come after me,” you purred rubbing his arm, “you never disappoint.”
Boba lifted your legs and spun you around on the railing, putting himself between your legs, “Don’t get any ideas little one, we have company,” watching your hands wander to his abs, “as much as I want you and for you to be off limits.”
“So I’m not yours nor off limits? Good to know,” you said disappointed, “I guess I will be on my way then,” you said your heart starting to aching, you tried standing but he pushed you back down on the railing
Boba growled pulled away, walking over to the blinds and pulling them down and shutting the door. He ferociously pulled up your dress and rutted himself against you his cock desperately wanted to be released from his flight suit and cod piece, removed the piece and unzipped his flight suit moving your soaked underwear to the side and piercing your warm harshly making you moan his name.
“Mine,” he growled, thrusting, “My Queen,” he added thrusting again.
“Boba… Do you want me… ahh to stay,” you panted trying to be quiet.
He thrust again stopping for a moment, “You don’t have to give up Bounty Hunting for now,” he said gently running his hand over your stomach, “I’d prefer if you stayed here with me.”
“Boba, do you lo-“
“Yes.”
You smiled taking off one of his gloves, “You should have told me.”
“I know,” he admitted sourly.
“Now, get back to work,” you winked putting the glove in your mouth, both of you knowing damn well the music was to loud.
“Yes, My Queen,” he said holding your face rutting into you.
Your head went back, his cock clinging to your walls splitting you with every stroke. “Maker,” you moaned muffled by the glove and you could feel him twitch.
“Do you want me to cum into you,” he said wiping your cheek with his thumb, slowing down for a moment, “or I could use that pretty mouth,” you heard the smile on his voice.
You wrapped your leg around him shoving him further into you feeling more of your slick coat him, “Little one likes her filling,” he groaned picking the speed back up. The base of his cock was violently rubbing your clit engorging it with desire, “Don’t worry I’ll take care of my mess,” he said looking down at the union. He buried his other hand into the flesh of your ass using it to stabilize himself as he spilled into you. He clenched his jaw holding back the noise his throat was trying to maybe, he continued to pump himself until he felt like everything was out. He pulled himself out tucking himself back in. He let two fingers glide in and felt you arch forward, he pulled the glove off leaving it inside. Bringing his rough calloused hand to your throbbing clit, stroking it gently. Your thighs closed around his hand, he ripped them open using one leg to hold on side open and brought his other hand to your legs shoving it open, “I’m not done yet.” He worked your lips between his fingers putting his thumb on the sensitive tip.
You wildly started moaning as he worked you with his fingers and you could barely breath, your legs kept trying to clench shut and your cunt was clenched tight enough that it was trying to push out the glove. He shoved it back in “push out my load and you’ll be the one getting punished.” You moaned again at the comment. He said stroking faster setting your body on fire, every inch bouncing electricity limp to limp numbing every other sensation, “That’s it, cum for me.” Your face started burning at the command and roughness in his tone. He removed his hand from your leg and brought it to the back of your neck. You could’t stand it anymore you flipped up a finger causing his helmet to come off. You stared into half lidded dilated eyes, you pulled the glove out of your mouth grabbing him and kissing him letting his mouth muffle your orgasm.
“I almost forgot how handsome you were under there,” you breathed putting your arms around his neck, pulling him back to your mouth. You pulled back tracing the small scar across his face, “Am in trouble aren’t I,” you smiled.
He smiled pushing the glove in more pulling away and closing your legs picking you up, kneeling to pick up his helmet and opening the door guiding you back inside, “I’m going to enjoy filling you until it spills,” he smirked, “won’t mind a princess or two if they as strong as you.”
“Or as loyal as you.”
The rest of the towards Boba’s room was silent he gently set you on the bed pulling up your dress and pulling out the glove with a delish little liquid popping noise and tossing it to the ground. He stripped himself of everything but stopped at his vambrace pulling out the grappling line before discarding it to the ground, “I didn’t teach you everything,” he smiled grabbing your hands putting the line around them, “Now I’m going to spend the rest of night reminding you who’s really in charge here.”
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perfect little husband
CW Sub!Anakin x Reader
(Dom!ani at the very end)
⚠️warnings: pxrn with no plot, fluff at first then full on smut, degrading (both, mainly m receiving) and praise (both receiving), choking, teasing, humiliation, heavy overstimulation, breeding kink implied, handjob, p in v, brief blowjob, overuse of “baby” and “good boy”, use of Y/n. This is INTENSE (in my opinion) smut, PLEASE be warned!
A/n: i know most of you are waiting for a “family beach trip” pt 2 but i don’t have much inspo anymore (i will still post it soon i swear, it just might be slow due to lack of motivation!!) so I’m feeding you with this as i was thinking about it in the middle of class and there needs to be more subby Anakin content 🙏🙏😓 not proofread!!!
you’re taking care of your husband after he was shot in the stomach with a blaster, when things quickly start to get steamy.
"Hmph..." Anakin let out a small huff of air as Y/n tended to his wound, it was a small graze he got from some of the blaster fire. Nothing serious in his opinion.
"Stop looking at me like that." He mumbled under his breath, keeping it just loud enough for her to hear.
By now she would have scolded him for being reckless but instead she was just giving him the silent treatment—the silence was eerie to him. "I made it home alright, didn't I?"
Despite his obvious desperate words, she just rolled her eyes, continuing to roughly tend to his wound in frustration. she knew he hated silent treatment, but she didn’t care.
”You know you don't have to be this mad at me." He started. The silence still made his skin crawl. "It was just a graze." Anakin pouted, leaning into her touch slightly.
”Anakin there’s a fucking hole in your stomach!” she finally snaps, looking up at him with frustration.
”It's just a flesh wound!" Anakin tried to laugh it off, but the pain caused him to practically choke on his own words, coughing up a storm rather than chuckling.
”Fine... maybe it's not a graze." He muttered softly, still leaning into her touch.
”just.. lay down.” she sighed, placing her hands on his chest before pushing him back gently onto their bed. “if you’re going to heal you need to rest.”
He grunted slightly when she pushed him, but laid down on the bed as she had told him to. "Fine..." Anakin replied, quickly realizing how ‘stupid’ he sounded. He felt very insecure when his partner was being stern.
”You aren't actually upset about this are you?" Anakin asked, looking up at her with his puppy-dog eyes.
”i am, but i can’t stay mad at you when you look at me like that.” she sighs, putting away her first aid kit in a nearby cabinet.
Anakin smiled at the success. "You know I can’t help it, you're too pretty to stay mad at me for too long." He pouted softly before reaching out for her.
She walked over to him, placing his outstretched hands in hers before squeezing lightly. “yes, dear?” she tilted her head to the side, staring down at him with a light smile.
Anakin smiled at the term of endearment. He knew it wasn’t meant to be sarcastic when she used it. It was just her way. “I love it when you call me that.” He sighed contently, his eyes fluttering slightly. “Can you promise me something?”
“anything,” she nodded, one of her hands still entangled with his while the other gently brushed his wavy hair out of his face.
”That you'll never leave me?" Anakin whispered softly. He was asking something serious this time. His tone didn’t betray any emotions, and his eyes were straight ahead — the seriousness of this conversation was more difficult than any combat situation he had ever been in.
”never.” She smiled, leaning down to give him a loving and gentle kiss on his forehead.
Anakin sighed contently as she kissed him, the affection that he had missed so much was all there. “I love you.” He told her softly. An obvious statement, but one he wanted to make sure was clearly communicated constantly.
“i love you too ani.” she muttered against his skin, leaning back slightly with a content smile as she soaked up the comfortable silence.
“...will you ever grow to hate me?” He asked, breaking the peaceful quiet as he wanted everything he feared to be reassured.
It was evident that his dear wife’s reaction to the wound and or the close brush with death had gotten to him quite a bit.
“no. even if you betrayed me in the most vile ways possible, i could never hate you.” she told him, her words genuine.
Anakin breathed a sigh of relief. The confirmation felt much better than any physical relief, and his eyes fluttered lightly. He felt content in her embrace, knowing that her love wouldn’t falter.
“Even if I… did something really bad? Really bad, like… terrible?”
“you’re starting to scare me Anakin,” she chuckled in a amusement, her smile fading when his serious expression remained on his face. “..yes.” she nodded her head.
Anakin breathed out an audible sigh, one that would’ve turned into a sob had she not been there to comfort him. It was almost as if he could finally relax after hearing those words, as if some burden has been lifted from his shoulders. He tried not to cry as tears began to run down his cheeks. He was almost embarrassed by how pathetic he felt. He looked down and sniffled as he tried to regain his composure.
She wipes his tears, placing kisses on his face comfortingly. “why are you crying baby?”
Anakin sniffles softly in response, wiping away his tears as he smiled lightly. “I’m such a wreck.” He admitted. For a man who was a Jedi warrior that led a battalion of troops, he felt utterly and pathetically vulnerable in this moment. But he knew that he was safe in his wife’s arms. He couldn’t help but feel loved and protected.
In the midst of his thoughts she suddenly slaps his arm, her expression scolding. “don’t talk about yourself like that.” Anakin chuckled as she slapped him lightly. He felt a strange mixture of humbleness and affection at her actions.
“What? You don’t like sensitive men?” He asked, looking up at her with a sarcastic grin.
“no, i do. i love that you can show me your emotions, but i don’t like when you talk down on my husband.” she lectured.
Anakin laughed at the term she used, but he was too content and relieved to argue with her over small semantics. "You're right, you're right," he agreed. The way she said 'my' husband just made him melt inside.
“You know," Anakin started. "I never really thought I would marry. I was always told that it was the Jedi way not to." He let out a small sigh, reminiscing the strict values of the Jedi.
“and i never thought id have a husband,” she sighed. “but here i am, with the best husband i could ever ask for.”
Anakin smiled at her compliment, reaching out to touch her face. He was glad that she gave him a chance, as in her youth she had rejected practically any man who approached her.
“What made you see light in me?" He asked, not expecting such a serious conversation. Despite his attempts at humor it was clear he genuinely wanted to know the answer to the question.
“other men only spoke to me for my body or appearance and looked down on me, but you were so genuine. you always believed in me and your compliments were from the heart, not from.. anywhere else.” she joked, looking between his legs with a chuckle.
Anakin blushed slightly, trying to suppress a smile at the joke she made. He had always loved how candid she was about those sorts of things.
“Of course, every compliment I make is from the heart!" He protested. "I wouldn't want you getting the wrong idea." He joked.
“though, i did catch you slipping up when we first met.” She grinned.
“like when you were protecting me on that mission as a padawan with obi wan, i saw your eyes lingering on me a bit too long. plus you’d get all hot and red and have to excuse yourself from the room.” she laughed, remembering when they were both immature teens.
Anakin blushed profusely, his cheeks turning completely red. Her memory was sharper than he expected it to be.
“I was... a teenage boy... I... was having those thoughts..." he stuttered out. The idea of being attracted to her in that way was something he was already ashamed of admitting-despite them literally being married and having sex almost every night—and she seemed to have noticed.
He looked away from her as he continued to become increasingly flustered from shame.
“well i liked you too, y’know? way before we met again. i thought you were really cute, and charming too. but i kinda thought you hated me because you would always avoid me when in reality you were just too shy to talk to me.” she chuckled, her hands still tracing his face calmly.
Anakin let out a soft groan as your hands traced his cheek, the sensation feeling way too good to be innocent.
“You liked me?" He asked, sounding surprised. He had always avoided her as a teenager due to his own insecurities. He was too shy to approach her. But that wasn’t the only reason, she always seemed to be uninterested in any man that came her way—even the richest most powerful senators in the galaxy. He felt like he just didn’t fit the bill for her.
“a lot. i don’t think a single day went by when i didn’t think of you, even when we had no contact.” Anakin’s face was a complete shade of red at this point. He was taken aback by her revelation.
“You really… thought of me that much?” He asked, feeling overwhelmed at the idea.
“yup. but i never made a move because i thought you were too good for me.” she admits, her fingers now trialing up and down his biceps.
Anakin laughed softly, taking her hands in his own. "Too good for you?" He was starting to chuckle softly as he kept his eyes focused on hers.
“Dear... there is no one in this world... in this galaxy that is too good for you." he reassured her, his eyes full of admiration.
a smile spread on her lips, her cheeks going a bit pink. despite being married for two years now, she still got flustered by her husbands words.
Anakin smirked at her blush. It was almost too good to be true having a partner that he could still make blush after the years. His smirk turned into a full blown smile, and he gently began kissing her cheeks.
She giggled, her hands laying on his chest. “A-ani stop.!” she smiled, her words playful as childlike giggles escaped her lips.
"Stop what?" Anakin teased playfully, leaning his body towards hers slightly. He continued to kiss her everywhere, making his way towards her ear.
He would occasionally glance at her, teasing her in that same playful tone. The way she laughed and the way her cheeks turned red was something that made him feel so at ease.
Her arms wrapped around his neck, pulling him in for a loving passionate kiss. And, of course, Anakin was far too willing to go along with her advances.
He had been more than eager to kiss her from the start. The fact that she was the first one to lean in just made it all the more addicting.
He pulled her closer to him as the kiss increased in intensity. She was always the most loving and passionate person he had ever known. Anakin loved that about how she approached physical intimacy.
Her teeth grazed over his bottom lip as she climbed into bed with him, her hands tracing his chest calmly. She felt his breathing slowly start to increase as she traced her hands along his toned chest rhythmically. Her touch was calming.
His hands gripped her waist tightly, pulling her towards him as he continued the kissing spree. It was almost as if he couldn’t get enough of her.
She pulled away from his lips, placing delicate kisses on his neck, jaw, and collarbone. “i love you, Anakin.”
Anakin gasped softly and moaned as she continued her tender kisses. His eyes were screwed closed and his breathing was heavy, her touch had the same effect on him that it had on the day they had met. It was calming, and arousing all at once.
“I love you too,” Anakin groaned softly, wrapping his arms tightly around her as his hips slightly buckled, rutting onto her leg.
She bit her lip at the sight, noticing the large tent in his pants before turning her attention back to him.
“be careful baby,” She hushed, leaning back a bit while glancing down at his not completely healed wound. “i wouldn’t want to hurt you.”
"Don't worry, dear," Anakin muttered softly. "It's almost completely healed by now." Even if it wasn't, he wouldn't care. This was far too important of a moment to think too much about a mere wound.
Anakin gently pulled her back in for another kiss, far more passionate than the last. There was nothing he wanted more in the moment than to be with her.
“whatever you say sweetheart,” she grinned, her lips finding his collarbone. He moaned softly at the feel of her lips on his collarbone, shivering slightly as they kept finding their way back there.
She never failed to arouse him with her touch. Her kisses had a way about them as if he was under a spell. Everything she did had him completely and utterly hooked.
her hands slid down his body, meeting his hands with a gentle squeeze as she held them lovingly in hers. her lips continued to graze his neck and collar bone as she hummed in satisfaction.
Her hands squeezing his made his heart start to race even faster than it already was. She always had this incredible effect on him, even with the smallest things such as holding his hands.
His breathing would steadily start to increase again as he was able to feel her soft lips caressing his collar bone so lovingly. He couldn't help letting out soft moans as it felt so good.
“you know i love you, right baby?” she smiles against his neck, knowing he loves the validation and reminder-her voice and touch smooth and gentle.
He had to stifle a loud moan from the feeling of her lips on his neck plus the loving words spilling from her lips, vibrating against his skin.
“Mhm…” he moaned softly. “I know, you tell me all the time. I love you too, dear.”
“do you now?” she raised an eyebrow with a grin, her fingers lightly tracing the veins up his arm until they land on his shoulders. she gives them a brief squeeze, easing the tension for a moment before her lips lazily graze over his.
Her fingers tracing up his arm and on his shoulders made me tingle all over. He hadn't even realized just how tense every fiber of his being had been until she eased that tension. The light squeeze of his shoulder also felt oddly comforting.
He groaned softly when she began trailing kisses across his neck again. Her lips were so soft, so gentle, he could just sit there and let her kiss his neck for eternity.
“you’re so cute Ani..” she coo’s in adoration, her lips placing open mouthed kisses on his jaw and upper neck.
He continued to feel his stomach flutter at the touch of her open mouth kisses on his skin, he was feeling incredibly aroused from her soft-touched caresses. His breathing and heart rate only continued to speed up, which resulted in me feeling an intense sensation of pleasure.
He needed some kind of friction to stimulate what he wanted her to touch the most, practically humping her leg like a dog in heat.
“I just love you so much,” He muttered, moans escaping his round lips, “I don’t think I can ever love anything as much as I do you, dear.”
“my sweet boy..” she smiles, her voice still maintaining the sweet tone. “you treat me too well baby. i want to make you feel so good, can i do that?”
The feeling of her calling him ‘my sweet boy’ made him feel his face go hot from the soft and intimate expression. He had to pause for a second to prevent himself from letting out a loud moan of pure ecstasy.
“Please do darling, I want to feel really good right now…” He responded softly. she grinned, nipping at the skin on his neck teasingly. “what do you want sweetheart?” she mutters against his neck, placing hot kisses and hickeys on it.
“I think you know what I want now…” he shuttered, “Just the thought of what you’re going to do is sending my body into a euphoric state.”
His body felt as if he was being swept away by her soft hands and lips. It was almost like he had fallen under some sort of spell and was being controlled by every subtle movement she made with her body.
Her light hickies on his neck made him shiver, his body trembling in excitement at the thought of what was going to come next.
“i want to treat you.” she sighed against his skin.“make you feel how you’ve made me feel every second of our marriage.” she hums, her lips trailing up to his before pulling him into a deep and hungry kiss. “my perfect little husband,” she cooes sweetly, her works full of admiration and love.
She pulled him in for a deep and passionate kiss, and his mind instantly shut off. It was as if he didn't have anymore thoughts in his head, he couldn't focus on anything more than the feeling of her lips pressing onto his. That hot and steamy kiss had him feeling like he was about to cum from the intense heat of passion alone.
Once the kiss ended, he opened his eyes again and looked at his wife with a look of total adoration. "My beautiful wife… My everything..."
“oh stop..” she giggled softly, her smile bright as she stared up at him. "No, I won't stop," he replied playfully, his smile bright and his eyes locked on her. "To me, you are perfection... Everything about you is just perfect."
He bent down and gently caressed the side of her face in his palm, his words of admiration and love still flowing from his mouth. "The color of your eyes... The way you smile... Your soft touch... It all makes you absolutely gorgeous."
“i could say the same about you dear,” she smiles, nuzzling into his warm touch. “i knew you’d be mine the second i saw you. you’re perfect.”
"I..." He mumbled, feeling his face become flushed as she complimented him. She was too kind to him, and that was another thing he loved about her.
“You've always accepted me, for who I am and what I do. I haven’t felt that level of approval and acceptance most other places, but you give me this sense of comfort and reassurance." He nuzzled her neck with his nose, wanting to give her a small taste of what she gave to him.
“why wouldn’t i? if i could, i would give you the world. I’m lovesick, crazy even. you’re everything in my eyes.” she whispers to him in a almost poetic manner, her words making him feel something he never thought he would.
He was still amazed to this day that he was loved and admired so much. he was always a lover boy, spilling his heart out to women—cough cough Padmé— when they would never feel the same. But Y/n, Y/n was the same way. they both loved unconditionally, and when they did, they loved hard. like nothing else in the world mattered.
He couldn't think of anything more poetic than the words that she used to express her love for him. They made him feel things he was never able to feel for other people. She made him feel secure like he had never been before, and her words made him feel complete.
He placed his hands behind her head and pulled her into his chest, making their bodies touch more. It felt so warm and comforting for him to hold her like this. “I still can’t believe that someone as beautiful as you could love me back the same way I love you.”
“and i can’t believe someone as perfect as you even looked my way.” she giggled gently, her hands exposing his body teasingly.
He felt his entire body shiver as her hands traced his body and exposed it to her. Her fingers moved with grace and care as he felt a light and warm tinge of pleasure that rose up in my body.
It felt like he was about to explode into a million pieces at the way in which she touched him. "Please, don't stop," He groaned passionately, "Do whatever you want to me, I'm completely lost in this moment."
(this is where it gets spicy spicy y’all 😛🌶️😏)
“aww my poor baby,” she frowned up at him teasingly, her big e/c eyes gazing into his. “you’re so sensitive and desperate for me to touch you huh?” she nodded, her hands sliding up and down his body.
He groaned softly again as her touch sent a chill down his spine. He felt as though he couldn't stop himself from saying all the things that he felt about her. She was the only one he had ever been this intimate with, and it felt so good to be this honest with how he felt.
"Yes... I’m so terribly sensitive and desperate for you," he admits meekly, "But you love that, don’t you… You like when you have complete control over me, don’t you…”
“you know i do pretty boy.” she patted his cheek with a small grin, her hand grazing over his clothed hard on.
That one touch made his entire body shiver, the touch of her hand grazing over his sensitive area was enough to make him moan like crazy. The way that she teased him was the thing that drove him most crazy about her, and the way she used it to make him desperate for her was like being wrapped around her finger.
"Please… I need it… I need you right now," Anakin shuddered, "I ne-need you." He groaned, throwing his head back as his hips began rutting into her palm.
“and you’ll get me baby, just be patient. you can do that for me right?” she spoke to him in a dumbed down way, knowing it made him feel more submissive while making her feel more in control. she gave his cock a sudden squeeze, her hands lingering on the waistband of his loose pants before tugging them and his boxers down.
His angry red cock sprung out, pre cum dripping down in large amounts as the veins were prominent. It slapped against his stomach, 7-9 inches long while also being very girthy. Despite them having done this multiple times over the course of 4 years, she would always be shocked on how pretty and big his dick was.
The moment he felt the cold air hit his sensitive member he shuddered with pleasure. She made it hard for him to stay patient with her teasing, it made him feel more submissive with every passing second.
He groaned softly and looked back up her, his body shivering in anticipation of her touch. "Yes dear... I can be a good boy for you..."
“oh you’re so perfect, Ani.” she groaned, her finger tracing up and down his cock while she stared up at him. “tell me how much you love it ok sweetheart?”
A loud moan escaped his lips as her hand began to tease him so agonizingly slow. His entire body shuddered with pleasure from every touch, it was something that he could never ever go without again.
He could feel my heart pound within the depths of his chest, and as she continued her teasing, his breaths got more and more shallow. “I love it... I love it so much... It makes me feel so good... Makes me feel s-so mmhm.... So close to you... Oh baby p-please.. I can't..." he blabbered, mind clouded by pleasure as she began stroking him at an easy pace.
“yes you can baby,” she hummed. “you’re my good boy remember? just keep it up for a little longer yeah?” she told him breathlessly, looking up at him with eyes full of lust as her hand sped up.
"Y-yes baby... I-I'm your good boy... I'll keep going.. I-I will keep being a good boy for you..." He gasped in short breaths, his thoughts all scrambled from the pleasure she was giving him. Every moment he was feeling hotter and hotter, he couldn't take her teasing for much longer.
“oh f-fuck..” she moaned softly, biting down on her lip. “you’re so pretty for me Ani. so pretty.” she coo’s, her hand wrapped around his throbbing member as she stroked him quickly, running her thumb over the tip occasionally.
"I-I can't stand the way your hands feel..." he shuttered, pornographic moans slipping from his pretty lips.
That one moment where she bit down on her lip was enough to push him over the edge, causing his body to shiver and his cock to pulse in her hand. "Y-yes I'm you're pretty boy... You're t-too perfect... A-and you h-hurt s-so good..." he groaned in pure ecstasy.
With little to no warning she slid off her shorts before turning him over, sinking onto his dick with a groan, throwing her head back slightly. it slid in easily, her wet and warm walls sucking him in greedily.
“s-shit Anakin..” she shivered, her pace still quick. “do i feel good baby? h-hmm?” she grinned with lust, small moans escaping her lips.
He felt himself moan loudly as the heat in his body escalated rapidly. He was getting to the point where he was about to explode with sheer pleasure, the way that she was able to make him feel this way was like an addiction. Her touch made him feel so helpless and vulnerable.
And the way she looked at him while she was this intimate with him made him feel something he never felt before with anyone else. "You feel amazing baby... Just like Heaven..."
“ooh how sweet..” she hums, one hand on his chest while the other traces his jaw and caresses his cheek. “you’re so good to me Ani.. too good..” she smiles, beginning to slowly ride him.
The moment that he felt her hand caress his cheek was the moment that he felt his entire body heat up even more than before. It was such a soft touch that sent waves of pleasure through his body, and it only added to the sensation of pleasure which she was creating in a different way.
His breath was shallow and his moans were getting louder. There was a small bead of sweat on his forehead, and his body was becoming more and more vulnerable to her. "Oh darling... Please... I'll do anything for you... Your touch is divine..."
“just being in your presence is divine, it’s the least i could do.” she coo’s, kissing all over his face in appreciation. her speed switches between agonizingly slow to painfully quick, bouncing up and down on him.
Her kisses scattered across his face was enough to make him smile and laugh from pleasure. Her speed was almost too much for him to handle, and she knew this. Every moment she teased him was an opportunity to make him beg for relief, which he always did.
He moaned softly once more, the feeling of her wrapped around him becoming unbearable. "Please... Please darling... I need... I-I'm...I-It's too much..."
“you can take it baby, i know you can. you can do it f’me can’t you pretty boy?” she encourages him, her breath heavy as she down at him with lustful e/c eyes.
"I'd do anything for you baby... I'll keep going... Just please... Please don't go any faster... I'm so close..." If there was a moment that the word begging was appropriate, it was now. He was starting to lose his voice from all the screaming begging and moaning, his body shaking with pure pleasure and desire to be released from this teasing.
“what was that? did you say go faster?” she grinned, her words teasing as she began to ride him the quickest she had been so far, the only sounds were their heavy moans of pleasure and the sound of their skin slapping against one another.
she buried her face in the crook of his neck, peppering kisses and bites along it. Those extra kisses and bits of teasing she added to the mix along with her bouncing on his cock at such a quick pace was all it took to make him lose control of how much pleasure he could handle
“Oh darling... I... Please... S-stop... F-faster... Yes... O-Oh..." He groaned loudly, his breath shallow and his voice begging for relief.
she aggressively slapped her hand over his mouth, gripping it harshly as she glared down into his eyes. “do you want everyone in the temple to find out how much of a slut their precious little chosen one is? huh?” she spat, speeding up.
The moment that she slapped her hand over his mouth, his breathing slowed dramatically. He was surprised by her sudden action, but it was a welcomed surprise. He was starting to get more and more comfortable with her dominant nature, and the way that she took control over him was something he wanted more of.
"I'm... I'm so... close to... Hnghhh..." He groaned, his body shaking hard from the pleasure. Her words filled him with more excitement, and he was begging for release.
“you’re pathetic. dirty. imagine if the council saw you like this, begging to a mere unarmed woman as one of the most powerful men in the galaxy.” she growled, her other hand wrapping around his neck firmly. “but you’d like that too much hm? the shame, everyone knowing you belong to me. how weak you are under my touch.” she grinned almost evilly, her speed still rapid.
The moment she wrapped her other hand around his neck, the way he responded would have made him shocked if he was a third party viewer. But even as the one being put into such a position, his response was as submissive as possible. Her words filled him with so much shame, and he was begging for more.
“Oh my... Y-yes darling... Y-You've truly... s-subjugated me... M-Make me s-shake from your touch... I want you to own me... I-I'm yours... I beg of you.!.." he practically yelled out, his eyes rolling to the back of his head as he weakly bucked his hips up into her.
She sped up, her hand tightening around his neck as she braced herself, moans and groans escaping her lips as she sunk down onto him as deep as possible, stretching her in the most delightful way.
By the time she sped up, he could feel himself about to explode into pleasure. Her words, her touch, it was all so perfect. Every bit of resistance he could have possibly put up was gone, and his body was left totally vulnerable to her.
A moan that was just close to a scream of pure pleasure escaped Anakin’s lips as he pushed himself deeper inside, her breath escaping her enough to fill him with arousal and excitement.
“f-fuck Anakin!” She practically screamed as he pushed himself deep, her fingernails clawing at his flesh as she threw her head back.
The moment she screamed was the exact moment that he was pushed over the edge , shooting hot loads into her cunt as he squeezed her down onto it. She was full, a small bump in her stomach as Anakin’s heavy cock sat inside, pulsating and twitching with pleasure. The sensations of heat that shot through his body made him moan so sharp that his voice and body were shaking uncontrollably, his entire body was drenched in sweat.
Despite his release, she continued her brutal speed, fucking his cum into her as she overstimulated him to the max— his entire body twitching like crazy.
Her speed was too much for Anakin, and he shook involuntarily as his entire body was forced to twitch and spasm. The sounds of his breathing on top of the lewd and wet sounds coming from her pussy was too much, and his breath had become so shallow that he could barely get words out. He was begging for a chance to recover.
“Darling please... I-I... I'm going to h-hurt myself... P-please..."
“i don’t fucking care.” she growled, grabbing his jaw harshly before slamming his lips into hers. She knew he was enjoying it, as they both had a safe word he would have yelled if he was truly in unbearable pain. She felt his dick harden and swell again as the speed picked up, Anakin feeling tears stream down his cheeks. He didn’t know if it was from pain or pleasure, but the feeling was somehow addicting.
He was sobbing hard as both pain and pleasure went through his entire body. He felt each tear run down his cheeks and trickle down his jaw, but the pleasure was so intense that he could barely focus on the pain. It felt like he was being ripped in two, and he couldn’t decide whether he wanted it to stop or keep going.
His body fell limp as his wife continued to brutally ride him, holding his face in her hands roughly. Hot tears streamed down his face as he yelled out, his cock throbbing from the overstimulation.
“You okay baby?” She whispered sweetly, despite her dominant behavior, she still made sure he was enjoying himself.
After several minutes of sobbing and groaning in a mixture of pleasure and pain, he was finally able to collect himself enough to respond. “Oh darling... It hurts so much... It hurts so good... It’s like being ripped in two, I-I…” His words trailed off as he continued to cry and moan from the mixture of the intensity of the pleasure and the fact that he couldn’t handle much more.
“Just one more time sweetheart.” She hushed, her mouth finding his as she continued the painful speed. “you can do it one more time for me can’t you Ani?”
This last time was different. The previous times where he had let out tears was because the pain was so intense and pleasurable his body was trying to handle it. But this time, when he was sobbing in her arms, it was because the feeling of being torn apart was too much to handle.
He could feel myself shaking hard, and his breath was so shallow that he could barely speak. “D- darling… I- I... I c-can’t… p-please... Y-you d-don’t.. understand…
“Please baby,” She moaned, her hands on his shoulders as she sped up. “I-i can’t stop.. feels too good..” she babbled, cockdrunk.
The moment he felt her hands on his shoulders, he felt a rush of heat shoot through his body. The rush of heat mixed with the intensity of the pleasure and the pain made his eyes water, and his body shake uncontrollably.
Then... a thought occurred to him. The pain and pleasure was getting too much... But the reason why it was getting so unbearable was because she was on top.
(dom Anakin 😍)
In a matter of seconds, he flipped them both over so that she was now on her back, letting him take control.
She gasped, her demeanor completely shifting as she stared up at him. He maintained the speed as he harshly thrusted into her, loud guttural moans escaping her lips.
"S-stay still... fuck...j-just feel my touch darling... This should feel so good baby... " He continued to maintain the speed, hitting her g spot with every thrust. The heat and intensity he was creating, especially combined with his dominance over her was something that he found incredibly pleasurable.
He couldn't help but smile with some hint of sadistic joy as he saw the way she was reacting to his touch.
“O-oh.. so f-full.. oh my - g-god..f-fuck..!” she moaned out lewdly as her eyes rolled to the back of her head, her jaw slightly agape.
"Oh my God-... You're enjoying this way too much..." he whined in a teasing and condescending tone. He saw that he was pushing her body to its limits, and he was enjoying every second of it. The moment he said those words, he decided to add on extra speed just to make it even more intense.
“I-I hate you Anakin..” she moaned, them both knowing her words were far from the truth. “..m-more...” she begged quietly, clawing at his back.
The moment he thought she was going to ask him to stop, the exact opposite happened. Instead, her words only pushed him further to make this experience the best it could be for her.
“Aww sweetheart... Who's so desperate for more... Such a needy little girl..." he teased her with a smile, pounding her poor little pussy into the bed, pushing her body past its limits. He was determined to make this experience the most incredible one she’d ever felt.
“O-oh-.. oh my god.. I’m about to- oh f-fuck..!” she groaned out, practically drooling from the feeling of his pulsating cock inside her.
The moment she started drooling, he began chuckling quietly to himself. "Oh dear... You seem much too eager... But who am I to deprive you hm?"
He started getting even more aroused from the sounds of pleasure coming out of you, and he was feeling more and more motivated to make this even more intense for you. His speed increased once more.
She came on his dick, screaming and moaning as she threw her head back, Anakin pushing his cock further in her causing his release from earlier to travel even deeper.
She expected him to pull out, but he didn’t. In fact, he sped up the pace, his hands on the headboard as he shamelessly fucked into her as fast as possible.
She practically screamed, tears streaming down her cheeks prettily as she batted her lashes. “A-Ani.! Too much.!-“
The fact that the sensation was too much for her was enough to give him satisfaction. He couldn't help but laugh a bit, and he took a moment to get his bearings.
“T-Too much for you dear-?" He asked in between gasps for air, his breath shaking and his entire body shaking with excitement. “F-fuck you’re so tight around me..” he groaned in delight, the slapping noises of skin on skin loud in the room.
She sobbed, jaw clenched as he relentlessly stretched her bruised walls, his mouth finding her chest before pulling the top down with his teeth —causing her boobs to spill out.
He dived in, leaving hickeys and bruisers all over them. She was close to cumming again, her moans loud as her hips rutted into his.
“O-oh sweet girl.. you about to cum? Hm?” Anakin asked breathlessly, the headboard almost snapping under his grip.
She blabbed out some words he couldn’t understand due to her pornographic moans, but she nodded her head signaling she was about to cum.
“Mmm I’m gonna fill this pretty pussy so well..” he moaned, his thrusts getting sloppier as he too was close to his realese. When he said that, he felt her walls clamp down on him, making them both moan in sync.
“You like that pretty girl? You like that you’re gonna be full of my cum?” He cooed mockingly, his hand gripping her hair as he forced her to look at him.
“Y-yes.! Oh god Anakin yes, please..!” She yelled, her hands gripping at his shoulders before he sped up his thrust.
They both moaned in sync, the lewd noises so loud they were sure the rooms next to his could clearly hear the two. He thrusted into her, taking her lips in his before spilling his seed inside her as she spilled her release on him, a mess in between their sweaty body’s.
Anakin collapsed onto the bed next to her as she did the same. He pushed down on the bump in her stomach in a amused manner, watching the cum ooze our as he got his fingers and plugged the cum back inside, licking the residue off his fingers before pulling her into a deep and passionate kiss.
When she regained some slight strength, she snaked her way down the bed, taking Anakin’s throbbing red member—still covered in their shared juices—before she began sucking him off, looking up at him with pretty doe eyes.
Anakin gasped, quickly grabbing her head with shocked moans. She licked his dick clean, slapping it to her face before deepthroating it once again. “S-shit Angel! N-no more..! I can’t..!” He yelped, tears returning to his face as his brows were upturned in pain and pleasure.
After a minute or two he came all over her face, completely empty as he began to fall asleep.
She cuddled into him, falling asleep in the mess they had made—waking up and hour or two later before taking a sweet shower together.
A/n: idk what possessed me to write this but I hope it’s good because I’ve literally never written smut before.. 😭 i apologize if you’re traumatized from this 😁💞😛
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Din Djarin X Reader: Guilty Pleasure
Warnings: not proof read, smut, penetration (p in v), fingering, hand job, cream pie, pet names, touch starved, cursing, kissing, no use of yn
Word count: 2K
He’s trying not to look. He really is but you're not making it easy.
Maker, it isn’t your fault he finds you irresistible.
Here you are innocently helping him fix his ship and all he can think about is how it would feel to fuck you from behind. It’s been going on for weeks now. Every time you bend down, your ass coming into his view, Mandos mind seems to venture to sinful thoughts. He didn’t know why it’d started, you'd been with him for months now and even though he’d realized he had a thing for you days ago he’d only recently started to see you in this new light. A light that made him feel like his pants were too tight and made his breath become uneven.
“Kriffing metal piece of-shit!”
“What’s wrong?”
“There’s a part that needs replacing.”
“You can’t fix it?”
“No, it's completely rusted. Not a surprise though. When was the last time you put some oil on this thing?”
In all honesty Mando had no idea the compartment you were currently tinkering with existed much less that he needed to oil it. You took his silence as an answer, shaking your head.
“Well, lucky for us there is a shop in town that deals in ship parts. They should have what we need.”
The two of you walked through the crowded town. Dins hand rested on his blaster, eyes looking around for any signs of trouble. You held the new part you purchased in your hand. The owner of the shop had asked for a fair price and to your surprise the piece was in rather good condition. You glanced to the side, eyes catching on a small shop. You didn’t notice the person walking towards you until their shoulder bumped into yours. You stumbled your hand releasing the part you held. It fell to the ground with a dull thud. You bent down to get it.
Mando had been too focused on a sketchy looking man to notice you’d stopped walking. His body collided into yours, his hands instinctively moved to hold onto your frame. Mandos' eyes widened beneath his helmet as he realized the position he now found himself in. His hands rested on your hips keeping you steady. You were bent forward, your ass pushed against his groin. By some force of nature Din had found himself in the exact position he’d been thinking about for the past few days.
In the middle of a crowded street.
In front of a bunch of strangers.
Mando didn’t touch you often. He usually avoided coming in contact with your body when possible. So when you felt his grip on your hips you froze. Your head turned to the side, eyes moving up Mandos body until they reached his helmet. Mando started at your shocked expression. He should have let you go already but he couldn’t move. You turned your attention back to the part grabbing it in your hand. Once it was securely in your palm you slowly started to rise. Mandos' hands remained glued to you as you moved. You finally managed to get upright and you immediately regretted it.
You could feel his body pressed against yours. A small sigh left your lips at the feeling. Maker it had been so long since you’d been this close to someone. Beneath his helmet Mando shut his eyes taking a deep breath in. You felt so soft against him. Your body was a warm contrast against the chilled metal that constantly surrounded him. His fingers flexed against your skin digging into the meat of your hips. You let out a sharp intake of breath. The noise made Mando open his eyes. He watched you rest your head against his shoulder blade, your eyes closed and lips slightly parted. You’d exposed your neck to him and the only thing he could think about was sinking his teeth into you. Mando called out your name causing you to furrow your brows before opening your eyes slowly. You tilted your head slightly so that you could stare at the T shape of his visor. You should have been embarrassed, maybe even a little ashamed, of how you were behaving but you weren't. You’d longed for Din’s touch for a long time and now that you had it, you weren’t going to waste your time worrying about it. You were going to savor this moment. No matter how little it lasted.
“We have to get out of here.”
Mandos' modulated voice sounded strange. He sounded like he’d just ran a mile. It was then that you realized you had the same effect on him that he had on you.
Mando struggled to center himself as he dragged you towards the crowd. You stumbled after him, your hand grasping him tightly as you tried to keep up with his speed. You’d passed two motels on the way and it had taken everything inside Mando to not rent a room and get you naked as fast as possible. But he didn’t want to seem that desperate so he shook the thoughts out of his head.
You were getting close to the ship now, just a little bit longer and you’d get to feel him again.
Din smashed his hand against the hull's panel, a growl escaping his lips as he waited for the door to open all the way. Once it did, he dragged you inside the ship. You placed the part on top of a counter quickly turning to face Mando once more. You watched him slam his fist into the inside panel, making the door close again before he spun to look at you. You stare at him, your chest rising and falling rapidly as you wait for him to do something. Mandos' hands moved to his armor tugging at the metal desperately.
“Help me cyar'ika.”
You rushed over to him, your own hand tugging at the beskar that covered him. For the first time you were looking at him without his armor and even with his flight suit still on you could see everything. Mando moved forward, stepping away from the pile of metal and making his way to you. His arms wrapped around your frame tugging you into his body. You gasped at the feeling of him. Unlike his armor he was incredibly warm and soft. You sighed into him, your head moving to rest against his neck. Mando groped you ass making you squeal.
“Ah Din!”
He loved the way his name sounded coming out of your lips. You felt his hands move towards your front. You moaned as he stroked your clothed cunt with his fingers. Your hands moved to his head trying to grasp onto his hair only to remember he was still using his helmet. Din seemed to sense the disappointment in your body, his fingers stopping his teasing. His other hand made its way to your face, tugging your chin up so that you were looking at his visor. Your pupils were blown wide and your face was slightly flushed. Din smiled under his helmet. Maker if this is how you reacted to his fingers he wondered how you would look after he’d bent you over and fucked you stupid.
“Tell me what you want.”
“What?”
“Saw you pouting about something. What is it?”
You bit into your lip. The truth is you wanted to see his face but you couldn’t ask him for that. You respected his allegiance to the Mandalore and his beliefs far too much to be that selfish but you really wanted to be able to feel him properly. You wanted to kiss and and hear his unfiltered grunts as he fucked you.
‘Mesha’la. Tell me what you want.”
“You can't give me what I want.”
“How can you know that if you didn’t even ask me for it?”
“I want to kiss you.”
Mandos' body stiffens at your words, his hand resting on your cheek as he tries to think about what you’d just said. You move against him taking a step back.
“It’s okay i know you can’t it was stupid to-”
“Close your eyes.”
You stopped walking backwards, your mouth opening and closing as you tried to think of something to say. Mando tilts his head to the side and despite not saying anything you know what he’s asking. You do as he asked, eyes closing. You hear the hiss of his helmet being released and you almost stop breathing. Mando makes his way over to you, his hand finding your cheek once more.
“Promise to keep them closed.”
His voice sounds majestic without the modulator.
“I promise.”
“Good girl.”
Before you can even respond his lips are on yours. You groan into his mouth, your tongue darting out to ask him for entrance. He understands your request, his lips opening to let you in. Your tongues move together. The kiss isn't pretty, it's visceral. Your hands grab onto any part of Din you can and he does the same to you. You're so lost in the taste of him you barely register the fact that he's pulled your pants down to your ankles. It's only when you feel his fingers against your pussy that you realize your bareness. Din bites into your shoulder as he pistols his fingers into you. You melt into his hands latching onto his curls as you moan. His name leaves your lips like a prayer and he swears he’ll never forget the sound.
“Din pleasee.”
“What is it mesha’la? What do you want?”
“I need you inside Din-ugh ah- wanna feel you.”
“Fuck cyar'ika.”
He spins you around so fast that you almost fall to the ground. You brace yourself against the cold wall, brows furring as you listen to Mando unzip his flight suit.
“Give me your hand.”
You lift your hand to Dins face. He licks a strip down your palm before maneuvering your arm to twist downwards. A gasp leaves your lips as you feel his dick against your hand. You begin stroking him and he moans.
“Yeah just like that fuck.”
He lets you stroke him a bit before pulling your hand away. You whine at the lack of contact.
“I thought you wanted me inside.”
“I do.”
“Can’t be inside you if i’m fucking your hand mesha’la.”
It sounds strange to hear such dirty words coming out of Din's mouth. You like it though. You wonder what noises he’ll make when he’s balls deep in you. The thought makes you nudge your ass against him. Mando gets the massage. His toys with you a bit, sliding his dick against your folds for a moment before plugging in. The sound that leaves your lips isn’t natural. Din groans into your neck as your walls flutter around him.
“Move please Din move.”
He started rocking into you slowly. Your hands move against the cold wall, trying to find something to grab onto but coming on empty. You throw your hand behind your head searching for Dins curls. Once you find them you latch your fingers onto his scalp tugging at him as he pistols into you. You can hear your knees bainging against the wall as Din fucks you, you’re sure to wake up with bruises tomorrow but you don’t care. You focus on the grunt Din lets out as his dick spears into you. He’s a lot more vocal than you’d imagined.
“Din i’m close…”
“Me to just a little more-ugh fuck me-a little more.”
Dins hands trail against your hips moving to your front. His fingers search for your clit moving expertly against the bud. Your eyes roll to the back of your head as you cum. Din feels you milking his cock the feeling of your walls sucking him in making his hips sputter. His pace fastens and pretty soon he's filling you with his seed. You slump against the wall body sagging as your energy drains out of you. Din rests his head against the metal hull, his breathing coming unsteady. The two of you stay like that for a moment each one trying to come back to reality.
“I’m never oiling any part of this ship again.”
You laugh at Dins words, head turning to give him a kiss.
“Maybe i’ll have to start dropping stuff in front of you more often.”
“Don’t tempt me mesha’la. I’ll fuck you on every surfess of this ship if you let me.”
“Oh yeah? That a threat or a promise?”
“Guess you’ll have to find out.”
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| So, So, Right | pt.3
Stepbro! Anakin x innocent reader
18+ MDNI
Warnings: smut, inappropriate relationships, oral sex, public/semi-public, demeaning/condescending words toward reader, fingering (kinda?), dom/sub dynamics, dd/lg dynamics (implied), eventual daddy kink
Info: Modern AU, Anakin is whipped, Anakin literally worships the ground you walk on, reader is accidentally a brat, reader has oral fixation
NOT PROOFREAD
The pleading in your voice was too much for Anakin. He’d been shoving these feelings down for too long, and here you were, offering yourself up to him without even knowing what you were asking for.
“Look at me.” He squeezed your cheeks together, shaking your chin slightly. “I need you to listen to me. Do you understand?”
“Yeth.” You agreed, your squished lips making it hard to speak.
“I’ll make it stop hurting. But you need to promise me you won’t tell - anyone - about it.” His voice was calm but stern.
“I promise!” You shook your head in agreement when he released his grip on your cheeks.
“You- you make me feel like that too, down here.” He gently guided your hand to his hard cock, closing your fingers around it.
“Why didn’t you tell me?” You gasped as the warmth transferred through the fabric.
He sighed, releasing your hand. “You know what it means don’t you?”
“Yes.” You nodded, your cheeks reddening as your gaze strayed from his. “Ashley told me. How her boyfriend does… things to her.”
“She did?” Anakin’s eyebrow raised, jealousy brewing at the fact that he wasn’t the first one to introduce you to the idea.
“Mhm. She also said I could do things like that to- um to myself.” You covered your face in embarrassment.
“Have you?” He asked, almost aggressively.
“No! No, I was too nervous.” You said quickly, chewing your lip. “I wanted to- to wait.”
Anakin breathed a sigh of relief, closing his eyes to ground himself before speaking again.
“What were you waiting for?” He questioned, tilting his head slightly.
“Ani!” You blushed, shying away from him. “I wanted… I didn’t want to ruin anything for when, or I mean if.” You furrowed your eyebrows, getting tripped up on your words.
“Take your time princess, it’s just me.” He whispered, tucking a hair behind your ear.
“I didn’t want to ruin anything for if I could- if I could be with you.” You whispered.
Anakin’s breath caught in his throat, he felt lightheaded as if his room was suddenly devoid of all oxygen. The blood drained from his face and rushed straight to his cock. He cradled your head in his hands, fingers laced in your hair and he brought his lips to yours in a searing kiss.
“You”, he spoke against your lips, “don’t know how long I’ve wanted you.”
You squirmed under him, the thickness between his legs pressing into your thigh as he held you close. You bucked your hips up, hands trailing down the muscles of his shoulders, earning a low growl from him.
“Let me take care of you.” He whispered, gliding his tongue across your collarbone, nipping gently at your neck.
His hands tenderly lifted your borrowed shirt, goosebumps pricking your flesh as his fingers traveled to the hills and valleys of your breasts. He tugged the shirt over your head and tossed it aside, the breath knocked out of him seeing your naked chest like this for the first time.
Gingerly he toyed with your nipples, rolling them between his forefinger and thumb. You mewled and arched up into his touch, he knew you needed more. So he kissed and licked his way across your breasts up to your nipple, suckling and nipping the sensitive bud.
With each soft moan from your perfect pink lips Anakin couldn’t help but rut into the mattress, needing some friction before he imploded. He’d waited so patiently, so so patiently, and now that he had you, he was close to tears. Knowing he couldn’t give you what he wanted tonight.
He groaned and pushed his selfish thoughts aside, taking your waist in his large hands to push you up the bed, giving him more room to work. Sloppy kisses trailed down your bare stomach, his puppy dog eyes glancing up at you when he reached the waist band of your underwear.
“I’m gonna take these off m’kay princess?” Half asking and half telling you.
You nodded eagerly, lifting your hips up to assist him.
“Good girl.” He whispered into your inner thigh, with your panties out of the way he could clearly see the glistening slick covering your pussy.
“My pretty pussy all wet for me…” he trailed off in awe.
His hands gripping your thighs to spread them farther, hungry eyes devouring every inch of your sex. His tongue making the short trip from your thigh to your cunt, pausing momentarily to speak.
“Ready baby doll?” He asked, breathless.
“Mhm.” You whimpered, eager hands coming to push his head down.
The moment your fingers made contact with his sandy curls he delved into your folds, tasting your arousal and breathing in your scent deeply. His eyes rolling back in his head at the act.
“So sweet.” He whispered, sliding his tongue into your clenching hole.
Trying his best to savor every second, listen to every sound, catch every drop of your slick. He kept up the slow pace, enjoying the way your hips rolled up to meet his tongue, how you pressed his head down each time his nose brushed your clit. Your mewling finally got to him, and he gave in.
Gently he sucked your clit into his mouth, slurping and rolling his tongue against you. Your eyes shot open, legs shaking from the sudden attention to your most sensitive spot.
“Anakin!” You gasped, bucking up into his mouth.
“I know, I know.” He groaned, his hands coming up to your hips, pulling you even closer into his mouth.
He used his thumbs on both sides of your sopping wet cunt to spread you farther apart. Alternating between flattening his tongue against you and shaking his head, and devouring your cunt with sloppy lewd slurping.
Your legs stiffened, thighs fighting his hands in an attempt to close around his head. He hummed against you, pulling a whine from your lips.
“An-Ani!” You pushed his head back, “somethings gonna-“ your words cut off with a load moan.
“S’okay baby, just let it go. Cum for me.” Muffled words from between your legs, one hand traveling up your abdomen in search of your hand.
Intertwining your fingers together he lovingly rubbed the back of your hand with his rough thumb pad. You squeezed tightly, eyes clamped shut with your mouth in a silent scream.
“Anakin!” You squealed, shaking under his skilled touch, his eyes opening quickly, his other hand covering your mouth just as another loud moan left your lips.
With one more skillful flick of his tongue you came unraveled beneath him. Your thighs in a vice grip around his head, his tongue delving into your pussy to fuck you through your orgasm. Your body shaking uncontrollably as you whimpered against his palm. Slick gushing around his tongue and dripping from his chin.
Big wet tears slid down your cheeks as you tried to regulate your breathing. Anakin tenderly cupped your cheeks in his hands, propping himself up to kiss away the tears. Scooping you into his arms for a grounding embrace. His lips against your hair as he whispered to you.
“You did so good babydoll. My perfect girl.” His arms snaking around you to bring your chest flush to his, creating a spot for your head to fit comfortably under his chin.
“That’s it, deep breaths babygirl.” Gentle hands petting you soothingly as your breathing returned to normal.
“How’s it feel?” He asked, a soft smile turning up his lips.
“S’good.” You whimpered, kissing his shoulder. “Feel all shaky.”
“Shhh, it’s alright. You just need a minute.” He cooed, twirling the end of your braid around his fore finger. “You’ll get used to it.”
“Will it happen everytime?” You asked, earning a chuckle from Anakin.
“I’ll make sure of it.” He answered, squeezing you tightly.
“What about you Ani?” You tried to pick up your head but he kept you firmly in place against his chest.
“Don’t worry about me princess.” He whispered.
“I wanna make you feel good too.” You pouted, feeling his cock twitch against your hip.
“You will. Just not yet.” He laughed. “One thing at a time baby girl.”
“But-“
“No.” He said sternly, giving no room for argument. “You’ll have to wait. I’ve gotta work you up to it baby doll. Get that pussy nice and stretched out f’me.”
You shuddered listening to the deliciously dirty words fall from his swollen lips. Your eyes getting droopy the longer he held you. He must’ve noticed, because he pulled up the blankets over your still vibrating body.
“Fuckin’ my tongue got you all tired didn’t it?” His lips connecting with the thin skin under your jaw. “Yeah it did huh baby?”
He teased nipping at your earlobe and pulling back so you could see his snarky little grin. He took your pouting bottom lip between his teeth and pulled slightly, drawing out a whimper, quickly soothing it by brushing his tongue over it.
“Sweet dreams princess.” He mumbled against your lips.
Your car rolled into the garage parking lot just after 12:30, wearing an old shirt of Anakin’s tied in a knot above your navel and a short black swishy skirt paired with converse. You happily bounded up to the door and walked straight in.
Tapping the bell at the front desk rapidly, when no one answered you stepped back and thought out what to do. You decided Anakin would be sad (and you would be sadder) if you just left his lunch on the desk, so you tiptoed to the side door and peeked through the window.
You saw him on a stool, leaned over the front of a busted up car. You stood there watching for a minute, soaking up the sight of his fore arms flexing with each turn of the wrench. Chewing your lip and wondering if that’s what his arms would look like between your legs.
You could feel slick gathering in your panties, squeezing your thighs together in embarrassment for feeling this way in public. You twisted the door knob and the sounds of machinery and men shouting hit your ear drums. The door tripped a small bell hanging over the frame, catching the attention of everyone in the garage.
Anakin’s face went from confusion to excitement, he shoved the wrench into his deep pants pocket then hurriedly unzipped his work suit. Tying it at his waist and jogging over to you. A shrill whistle broke out and Anakin rolled his eyes.
“Shut your mouth Mikey!” He shot back over his shoulder, grinning at you before scooping you up with one arm.
You couldn’t help but giggle at the expressions the other men pulled as they watched Anakin effortlessly toss you over his shoulder and tote you out of the garage. One hand firmly gripping your thigh just beneath your ass cheek, the other pushing open the door.
Once at your car Anakin lowered you to the pavement, opening up your door and leaning over you to turn the key, starting up the AC. The car dipped a bit when he plopped into the passenger seat, rubbing his hands together excitedly as you unpacked his lunch for him.
“Oh thank god.” He said, dramatically clutching his stomach.
You passed him one of two sandwiches, which he immediately began scarfing down. His cheeks full as his head smacked the headrest, holding out his hand to accept the cold water bottle you brought. Chips, crackers and peanut butter, and one huge dill pickle waited alongside his other sandwich.
“My best girl.” He tenderly pinched your chin between his thumb and finger. “Always so good to me.”
You blushed at the sweet endearment, fidgeting with the collar of his soiled white shirt. You watched In adoration as he devoured his food, chugging the water and squishing the bottle before twisting the cap back on. Just before he grabbed the pickle to finish off his meal he stopped himself.
“Wait, c’mere first.” He turned to you, pulling you close by grabbing your cheeks with one hand.
He caught you off guard, but once his lips met yours you melted into his touch. Soft lips danced together slowly in a tender embrace, Anakin tilting your head slightly to deepen the kiss for just a moment. He pulled back, smiling before taking a -crunch- out of the pickle.
“Didn’t want you to suffer with my pickle breath.” He laughed, still chewing.
“I wouldn’t mind.” You said, propping your chin up in your palm while your elbow rested on the console.
“You wouldn’t?” He turned with a cheeky grin, and you immediately regretted saying that.
He took another bite of the pickle and leaned over the console, grabbing you by the back of your head and forcing your mouth to his, pushing the bite past your lips with his tongue.
“Gross!” You shoved his shoulders, laughing as you spit it out in your hand.
“Hey don’t waste that!” He said, taking it directly from your palm with his lips, crunching it proudly now that he had properly disgusted you.
“S’good, thought I should share.” He grinned, shrugging his shoulders.
With his trash tucked back into the lunch bag he turned to face you, taking note of the way your eyes lingered on his hands, your gaze tracking his every movement.
“Whatcha’ thinking about princess?” He asked, tapping his pointer finger on his temple, “I can see those wheels turning.”
“Nothing,” you gave him a soft smile, your eyes momentarily flicking down to his crotch.
A smirk pulled on the corners of his lips, dangerous thoughts creeping up the back of his neck. How could he resist? He had to give you something to look forward too.
“Aw babydoll! You know you can’t hide from me.” He leaned over to nuzzle into your neck, lips suctioned to the skin beneath your jaw.
He watched proudly as you squirmed in your seat, his girl, getting all flustered for him. All you could do was whimper in response and try to find something to busy your hands with.
“I know what you need.” He whispered, flicking your earlobe with the tip of his tongue.
Leaving wet spots down your throat he stopped at your shoulder to bite down, hard, but not hard enough to hurt. Long fingers flipped up the edge of your skirt, dancing along the elastic of your panties. Using his middle finger he slid down the fabric until he felt a warm wetness seeping through.
He spoke against your skin, his condescending tone oozing out in his words. “You need me to touch your pathetic little pussy don’t you?”
“Mhm.” You bucked up against his finger, desperately hoping he’d give in.
He slipped under the elastic, lifting the fabric to run his finger tip down your cunt teasingly. Committing the breathy gasp you made to memory.
He had to hear it again, needed it. The calloused pad of his middle finger gathered your slick, bringing it up to your clit. Agonizingly slow circles traced over the sensitive bud, Anakin was barely touching you. Using no pressure at all as he teased you.
“Ani.” You groaned, hand coming up to his hair, pulling him farther into your neck.
“Shhh, so needy aren’t you?” He whispered, tongue laving over his bite mark. “Need Ani’s help don’t you baby?”
“Uh huh!” You nodded, feeling him add a tiny bit of pressure behind his torturous touch.
“Dirty girl. Asking for my fingers right outside my work.” He tutted, patronizing you.
Withdrawing his touch from you completely, elastic snapping back into place. He chuckled at your whines of protest, enjoying how much you wanted him. He swatted your cunt as punishment, just hard enough to startle you.
“Enough.” He growled, bringing his slick covered finger to your lips and pushing it into your mouth, watching you eagerly clean your arousal off him.
“There we go,” he smiled, brushing your loose hairs back over your shoulder, “don’t pout babydoll, I’ll make it all better when I get home.”
He kissed the tip of your button nose, making a quick exit from the car before his resolve crumbled at the look of disappointment staining your face.
Your bottom lip protruding as you backed out of your parking space, thinking over your mostly one sided conversation. Anakin hardly ever told you no, the sting of rejection pricked your eyes but you quickly snuffed it out.
Your Anakin would never be mean to you, so this just must’ve been a new game he’d decided to play. Truth be told it was alittle exciting thinking back on it, how deliciously dirty you felt with his hand between your legs out in there, where anyone could’ve walked by.
You liked how it felt when he talked down to you, it felt right, so, so, right.
Anakin had always been your guiding light. Your most trusted confidant, your caretaker. He catered to your every need and desire, doting on you with unwavering adoration. Always going above and beyond to show you how much he cared, telling you how proud he was of you, how much he loved you.
For wether he realized it or not, you ruled over him. When he placed you on that golden pedestal he signed over his rights, willingly albeit unconsciously, dedicating himself to you. Your power over him was unparalleled, his soul wrapped around your little finger.
After being subservient to you for so long, it was his turn to rule over you. He couldn’t let you get away with everything, now could he?
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Hey, hun! How about Sleepy Padawan Anakin after a long day of training? All he wants is his favorite "pillow" and cuddles. 😘
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Omg yesss! This is the cutest request ever, thanks so much <333
His favourite pillow - Anakin Skywalker
A/N: no smut just pure fluff about ani🥹
You’re bought out of your light slumber when you hear the bedroom door close, you look at the clock. It’s 10:00 at night. Anakin’s training has been intense and long lately, but not this long… you turn to face him where he’s walking over to the bed.
“Hey ani baby” you mumble in your tired voice as you sit up in bed. “How was today? It’s so late” you say as he starts stripping down into his underwear, getting ready for bed. You just can’t help but admire his body, the way his muscles are so toned and don’t get me started on those hands.
“It was a long one today baby” Ani says as he lifts the duvet cover, sliding into the warm bed newt to you. “Missed you so bad” he says as he pulls you close so he’s spooning you. He plants a small kiss on the back of your head.
“I’m so proud of you, you’re doing so well. Becoming a strong Jedi night” you say before turning to face him. Your eyes meet his beautiful blue wine before he pulls you in for a passionate kiss.
You pull Ani in to lay on your chest so he can get comfortable after a long day of training. The two of you lay there in silence for a while as you play with his curls.
“I love nights like this” you hear Anakin mumble in his sleepy voice… “my girl is the best pillow” he says as he wraps his arms around your torso, making you chuckle.
“Get some sleep ani, you’ll be back to training bright and early” you say as by this point it’s 11:00 at night and he can’t be tired tomorrow.
“I love you (Y/N)” is all Anakin says before drifting into a deep slumber.
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tolerate it - a.s
Paring; anakin x reader
Prompt; 'If it's all in my head, tell me now. Tell me I've got it wrong somehow'
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Notes;anakin version:) again all time fav cry song requests are open!
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The sound of the door opening pulled your attention from the data pad on your lap. A small smile grew on your lips as you placed the pad beside you before standing from your seat. “Your back,” You grinned. “I didn’t think you were due back for another few days.”
Anakin pulled off his robe before turning to you, his grin just as bright. “We got back early.” He closed the distance between you both pulling you into a hug. You felt his arms squeeze tightly around your middle as you tucked your head into the crook of his neck.
Taking a deep inhale you felt your body relax in his arms. He was safe. After weeks he was finally home again. After a moment you pulled back. His arms still wrapped around your waist. “I missed you.” He spoke quietly, his eyes slowly tracing your face.
“I missed you too.” You smiled slowly rubbing a hand through the back of his head. “How come you’re back so early?”
“Some sort of diplomatic thing.” He let out a breath, rolling his eyes causing you to laugh quietly. You knew how much he hated anything which involved politics. In all the time you’d known Anakin he’d never been one for anything which involved long boring conversations.
“The charity ball?” He nodded his thumb slowly rubbing circles on your waist. “Yeah. How did you know about it?” He frowned slightly, a look of confusion filling his features. “I got invited to,” You watched as a small smile grew on his lips at the idea of not being alone. “Well. That should make this slightly more bearable.”
You nodded thinking for a moment. “We could…we could go…together.” Your voice came out as a whisper. The thought was something which had been sitting on your mind for a while.
Every event you were invited to end up with you having to go alone. It was always the same questions asking when you were going to get into a relationship if you had anyone special in your life. By this point, you had mastered the act of politely brushing off anyone who brought up the topic, but that didn’t mean that it never hurt.
It hurt that you were unable to share your relationship with the other people in your life. That you had to act as if Anakin was nothing more than an acquaintance when you met him in public. You knew getting into this relationship that there would have to be sacrifices, you never expected anything less. But sometimes you wished that he would have enough trust in you to share your relationship with those closest to you.
Anakin let out a sigh, his gaze moving down to your feet. He pursed his lips slightly, looking back up. “Angel, you know we can’t…” He moved a hand to gently cup your check. “If the council found out about us…I don’t know what they’d do.” he frowned to himself as he spoke, his gaze seemingly growing distant for a moment before he re-focused back on you.
“I can’t risk them finding out.” He rubbed a thumb across your cheek. You kept your face passive as you stared at him.
Sometimes your relationship felt almost one-sided. You felt committed to him in a way that he could never commit himself to you. While you knew Anakin was by no means in love with the order and their rules you knew he was still committed. You came second.
The thought had you swallowing, trying to push back the sudden rush of emotions that ran through you. “Fine.” You pulled back from his hold before walking back to the main room. Anakin sighed following closely behind you.
“Are you seriously gonna do this again? You know why we can’t do that. It would put my rank at risk!” He stopped as you turned to face him. You jabbed a finger into his chest. “You. You. You. That’s all it ever is. Do you ever think about what I want?”
“Of course, I think about what you want. You are the most important person in my life!” He reached out to grasp your hand. He lowered his voice as he spoke. “Which is why I can’t lose you.”
You rolled your eyes letting out a quiet breath. “You know, sometimes I feel…I feel like you don’t even love me anymore.” You felt your lips quiver slightly as you swallowed back tears. “Like you're only here out of obligation.”
You watched his face drop slightly. “Of course I love you. You’re my wife.” He stepped closer, his thumb slowly rubbing circles over your palm. “Then why are you so scared of telling the people closest to us that we’re married,” You pulled your palm from his grasp feeling a tear slowly slip down your face.
“There’s dinner on the table if you want it.” You whispered before walking towards the bedroom.
You could hear him calling after you but you simply ignored it slamming the door behind you. Slowly you sank to the ground, your body shaking slightly as sobs began to fall from your lips.
You’d stopped feeling loved a long time ago. At first, you’d believed that the feeling was simply in your head that you were just having doubts about your relationship due to how new it was, yet those doubts never seemed to go away.
And Anakin did nothing to quell those doubts. Taking a breath you placed your chin on your knees, staring at the bed. You never imagined the man who you were supposed to love unconditionally and who was supposed to love you back could leave you feeling so unseen in your own relationship.
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Some shots of Anakin 😊😊
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Anatomically Defective - Echo x Fem Reader
Summary: Pre-Order 66 the boys walk into 79’s to blow steam and you catch Echo’s eye 🩶Smut with a Fluff Plot♥️
Warning: NSFW, Crude Language, PiV, Toy, Echo’s history, drinking, self conscious Echo (esteem issues), 69, oral (f receiving)
word count: 4852
Part Two
"I'm going to talk to her if you don't make up your mind," Crosshair scoffed watching his brother stare longingly at the pretty girl at the counter.
"You're not her type," the bar tender laughed at Crosshair setting down another round of drinks, "I haven't seen her go home with just anyone and you come on very strong," he said walking away chucking more, "Refill, love?" the bartender said tapping your shoulder showing you a blue drink in perfect view of the squad behind him.
"Thanks, Arthur," you said deliciously eyeing the mysterious drink and the group of men staring at you, "Did that on purpose didn't ya?" you laughed lowly so they couldn't hear.
"The frosty one, Crosshair is kind of an ass but the ladies never shut up about him afterwards, but you might like the half droid, Echo. Nice Trooper, one track mind for duty though," he admitted walking back around the bar, "just thought I'd point them out."
"Their clones?" You asked dumbfounded trying and failing to keep yourself from looking at them one more time before wide mouth gawking at him.
"It surprised me too when I found out, but the it explains why they all got the same brown color."
Actually Echo's eyes are more golden then brown, "Tell me about Echo," you asked looking back at him again before downing the dangerously sweet drink.
"War hero of the citadel rescue and Anaxes, blown up trying to defend the ship, captured, revived then experimented on, rescued and then got right back into the fight... and helped finally defeat Trench. I honestly don't know much more then that, I never met him pre... blown up," he admitted, "I think you'll get along."
"Give him one of these on my behalf," you said swirling the empty glass, "Also, another one if you kindly have the time."
"Echo," Arthur said setting down the glass, "It's from Y/N, but I know you know that because you watched me make both of them."
"Are you serious?" Crosshair said watching Arthur setting the matching drink down in front of Echo, "You're barely human and don't even have a-"
"Percentage wise he is correct about the first part. To think of it, I don't think Echo has had relations since he went-" Tech paused "boom. Is pleasure even plausible given the lack of anatomical parts?"
"I don't want to know," Arthur said excusing himself and walking around the bar, quickly pouring himself a shot and downing it, "Don't eveeen want to know."
"What?" You asked taking a sip of the drink, eyeing him cautiously.
"Nothing... nothing at all."
You roll your eyes at him. He leaves you to go poor drinks for a couple other regulars clients at the other end of the counter. It was so far a peaceful night, to early for the rowdy troopers to show up and but late enough for the regular fun ones to show up. You finished the drink, eyed Echo who was still staring at the drink. Well I don't think he's that interested, he hasn't even had a sip of it. You set the drink on the counter along with a few credits and made your way over to the slowly filling dance floor.
"Block!" You said running into the robot DJ getting groovy on the dance floor, grabbing him one of the girls could, "Mind if I cut in?"
"Hello, Y/N. Are you enjoying tonight's musical selection? I thought the alternating between slow and fast would create an interesting rhythm."
The song switched into a slow one, he reached out coldly and grabbed your hand, "I actually really like it, it's creating a dynamic atmosphere. It is most excellent," you said enjoying the dance, "Although it looks like some people don't understand it."
"As protocol dictates I must ask that I return to my post and adjust according, did you enjoy the dance?" Block asked.
"I did, thank you," you said letting go.
You laughed watching him walk away noticing eyes on your back, you ignored them and sat yourself in the dark corner of the bar furthest from them. You watched the dance floor in anticipation watching everyone enjoy the build up and the fall of music. The erotic dancing then fade into adorning swaying, watching the confused troopers was kind of fun. Arthur put another blue drink in-front of you saying it's on the house and apologized for being turned down. You told him it's okay, the night was young.
Echo watched her slide her empty drink towards the lip of the table and brought his gaze back to the glass. His brother's had a point, what could a girl like that want with a mess like him. Tech's words were cutting into him like a vibro blade, It's true I haven't been with a woman since, it's not that I don't want too... I just don't know if I can and she'd have to be very special to understand. He brought his eyes up noticing you were gone.
"She's with the DJ droid on the dance floor talking about the music selection," Hunter said finding you immediately, "Why didn't you go over there?"
"He's not a man that's why," Crosshair scoffed taking a drink, "Maybe I'll give it a shot," he said putting the glass down trying to stand up before Wrecker pulled him back down.
"Don't even think about it," Wrecker said with a yank.
Hunter was still staring at a silent Echo waiting. They looked to each other often for decisions but he didn't seem to trust him to go after it, "The girl showed interest in you and is over there dancing with a droid. I don't think the rest of us are her type," he said trying to encourage him, nonchalantly pointing at where you and Block were noticeable, "I would if I was you."
Echo watched Block nod at you before retaking his station. He looked at Hunter who gave him a nod. He got up which got him an off handed comment from Crosshair, You can keep her entertained and I can dick her down, which got him a loud thud of a punch from Wrecker. Echo scowled leaving the table, 'Was that a completely necessary comment?' he heard Tech say. Echo searched the booths for your face but the bright blue liquid at the end bar caught his attention.
"On the house. Don't know if he's just self conscious or more of droid then he appears to be, next time I won't try to help."
He watched you pick up the glass and swirling it watching the blue sparkle dance, "The night's young, won't let being turned down effect my night."
Echo watched you take a drink, looking around but didn't seem to notice him before looking down back at the glass. It is effecting you. What am I doing? Echo shook his head, took a breath trying to talk himself into walking up over when he left a shove behind him. 'Go' Crosshair hissed at him before stalking off. Oh, he was just trying to make me. Asshole.
"Sorry about that," Echo said shocking you causing you to shake a little and your drink slipped on you, "Fark I am so sorry," he said reaching and grabbing you some napkins. This is what I was afraid of, idiot, idiot, idiot.
"It's just a dress," you laughed blotting up the tiny spill, "I didn't even see you walk up," you said putting the wet napkins on the counter, "changed your mind?" you asked giving him a side glance looking at the sunken expression on his face before wiping up the counter.
"I just haven't had anyone take an interest in me since," Echo said raising his data port arm and sliding into the stool, "I am actually flattered."
"Really?" You said wide eyeing him, you looked at him closer. Sure he was paler, had a cyber connection relay system around his head but he still was insanely beautiful, everything else was just a bonus, "You're one of the cutest guys who's walked in here for a long time."
"She'd know, spends all of her free time here," Arthur laughed putting a glass infront of Echo.
"Dude... I live next door," you laughed.
"I just like giving you a bad time, keep this up though I might as well put you on the civvie payroll," he laughed walking away, "Don't make me regret this."
Your face flushed red, you put your hand over your check to try to cover it when you looked him equally as red but not bothering to try to hide it. You giggled a little bit removing your hand and putting both of them on the counter instead, "So what's with Frosty's glare?" You said noticing Crosshair looking in your direction.
"Crosshair? That's just his face."
"Not my type," you laughed winking at him making the glare worse.
"Got a thing for droids?" Echo asked nervously.
"What gave it away?" You laughed more thinking it was a joke, noticing the serious and the solemn look on his face observing you, "Oh, that wasn't a joke to you. I'm sorry. No, I don't like guys who think they can get anyone. Anyway he looks like a piece of work and not pleasant to be around."
"He's not," he laughed, it was warm like a planet that had two suns, "But he did shove me over here and in his own way told me to give it a shot. Sorry I saw you with Block and kind of assumed plus," Echo gave a small forced chuckle raising the arm again.
"Block? Maybe if his interface was better, at least I know he's reliable. Arthur wasn't kidding though, I spend a lot of time here so sometimes I give my input on the music when crowd watching especially when he changes it up and they don't seem to like it."
"Wait so you DO have a thing for droids?" He asked wide eyed with a smile this time.
"Guess I'll have to figure what out you are," you smiled into your drink sipping on it, "But that doesn't matter, it's who you are that matters. Nothing else matters, to me at least."
Echo's smile got bigger, maybe someone who actually sees me, "I liked that."
"Sooooo, how's it going," Wrecker asked tapping Hunter for his attention.
"I like her," Hunter said pulling his attention back to the squad, "She's definitely different."
"Excuse me, I'll be back momentarily. I- forgot something on the ship," Tech said drinking the drink and getting up.
"You? Forget something? Funny" Crosshair chuckled eyeing them at the end of bar.
"About you tell me about yourself," you smiled at him.
"Not to much to say that isn't easy information to find, I'm CT-1409, Echo. I was apart of Domino squad-" he started before you cut him off.
"That's not what I meant, how did you get the name Echo? What do you like to do in your free time? Favourite battle droid to fight, normal stuff."
"Normal stuff? Back when I was a shiny, I use to repeat every order given so I became Echo, hated it for the longest time but now I think it is the most perfect name my brothers could have given me."
"Oh," you asked turning your seat towards him.
"I'm the only echo left of Domino squad, last one still standing all of my brothers... gone. Echo of a man... I don't know, it just fits. For fun I use to enjoy reading regulation manuals, that's kind of boring to most people."
"It's... a beautifully poetic name," you said stunned, "as for the manuals, it just proves you've always been smart. People forgot knowledge comes from text just as it does from experience."
"What about you?" He asked.
You told Echo about yourself, his eyes seemed to continuously get more and more golden. He hung on every word you said time to time asking questions. Unlike other guys he seemed genuine and wasn't obviously undressing you with his eyes. Although I wouldn't mind if he did.
"Do you want to dance?" You asked, the liquid courage taking effect.
Echo stared down at his socket arm, "I'm not sure if-" he said awkwardly.
You grabbed his hand and elbow and dragged him to the dance floor, placing his arm around you and kept his fingers intertwined with yours, "Come on, scared?" you teased.
"Of making a fool out of myself."
You rested your head on his shoulder, "I'm not going to judge you, if anyone says anything they'll will regret it," you could hear his heart rate speed up and it speed up even further when he rested his jaw and cheek on you, "I take it confidence isn't your strong suit?" you whispered.
"Compared to my brothers I am... anatomically defective, more machine then man."
"I think you're more of a man then most of men in here."
Your hand moved tighter around his back and his breath hitched for a second before regulating. What was that about? You remember the padded circle your fingers moved over, Oh, his ports. His hand held yours a little tighter. The sensation was like a small jolt of electricity trying down him, "I don't know what that was," he whispered embarrassed.
You moved your hand again and it happened again, "I think it's cute," you giggled feeling his hand tighten again, "What does it feel like?"
"It feels like electricity... it's... good," he said hoping you wouldn't look up at the red across his face, at least now I know it's still plausible.
"Updateeee?" Wrecker asked watching them another with an ear to ear grin, "He look's happy."
"He does" Crosshair admitted.
Tech walked with a large punch with a project he'd been working on for some time, he looked at where his brothers were staring and found them on the dance floor. He gave a small smile when he caught Echo's eye and quietly walked forward and clipped it to his belt, "you might need it later," he whispered before returning to his squad.
"What was that about?" You asked looking at the large pouch.
"For once I have no idea what he's been tinkering on, but I know this isn't the place to open it."
"Want to go for a walk and see or... we can go back to my place," you suggested bashfully.
"Whatever you're comfortable with," he offered picking up his head.
You squeezed his hand, pulling back and smiling at him dragged him to the door, "I'd like the second open."
"What was that?" Hunter asked.
"Given Echo's lack of anatomy, I supply crafted him that anatomy."
"So... you made him a dick?" Wrecker said confused.
"Precisely."
You wrapped both of your arms around Echo's taking about the legend known as Domino squad and who they were and his loathing of Commando Droids and the Techno Union. You guided him into the building of your apartment quietly as you let him ramble about his adventures with Clone Force 99 but he missed his 501st brothers but it was his duty to let them go. You steered both of you up to the higher floor where your residency was.
"It's not much but it's home," getting him to chuckle at all of the manuals on your book shelf, "there's always something to learn" you said dragging him to the couch and turning on the holo.
"I'm glad I'm not the only one who enjoys learning," he chuckled sitting. Echo's hand grabbed the pouch off his belt and stared at it, What was so important... It can't be... can it? Echo carefully opened the package so only his eyes could it, his jaw fell agape and he stared it for a moment before quickly closing it and putting it back on his belt.
"And?" You asked watching several emotions and questions play across his face.
"It's an uh... indecent attachment," Echo said staring at the roof for a moment contemplating why Tech made it, how long as he been waiting to give it to him and if this was the wrong time to find out.
"That's actually kind of sweet," Echo heard you say and was shocked bringing his attention back to you plopping yourself gently into his lap, "We don't have to use it if you don't want too or I'm more then happy just sitting here and talking for the rest of the night."
"Cute girl in my lap? I'm happy with either too," the shameless flirt came out before he even realized what he said, he smiled that part of his old self was still there, "Plus I don't know if it even works-"
You moved yourself and straddled him instead place you mouth by his neck see what he'd do. Echo tried to keep his breathing even, It's been forever since a woman's been this close. She obviously doesn't seem to mind, I need to stop minding. Echo opened up his neck in offering, letting his hand move your hips, "You really don't mind do you-" the pressure of your lips on his neck silenced him.
You kissed up his neck and pressed harder into the spots that made his breathing quicken while doing your best to make sure no marks were left, "Not in the slightest," you purred bringing your hands up to the ports on the top of his neck seeing if they had the same effect, "How about you kiss me and we'll see how tonight goes."
Echo smirked a little knowing he was a damn good kisser, he moved his hand to your mouth and pulled you towards him. He took your bottom lip between his putting pressure on them and pulling you closer with his lips. Your hands started tracing around the ports, his breathing got more shallow, "You really seem to like that" you breathed between kisses.
"It's pleasurable," he admitted.
"I thought so," you purred leaning back into him, "take this off," you said running your hand down the front of his uniform.
You saw the momentary confidence on his face fade but he complied taking it off, exposing pale skin and a thin sunken torso. You grabbed his face and pulled him back to your mouth before letting your hands trace around chest and ports, "You're handsome," you breathed resting your forehead on his staring down at him, "lay down," you said standing up and pushing him down on the couch. He looked at you but laid down his heart pounding. You crawled back onto his lap, moving your mouth down his neck again and then down his chest kissing everywhere while your hands played with his ports causing him to let out a small quiet moan. Your pressed your mouth into his chest mouth and quicken the tracing of your fingers making a silently loader moan escaped him.
The feeling in Echo started building up, every second making it harder to think. He sat up and pulled you up trying to center himself, "How about somewhere a little more comfortable for both of us and something a little more reciprocal?" he suggested nervously. You took his hand and guided him towards the bedroom, "Did you want to try it?" Your eyes flickering down to the pouch. He smiled putting his hand on your strap of your dress, "Wasn't exactly what I had in mind. I use to be quiet talented with mouth."
You took his hand and used it to removed the strap, "Prove it," you said taking the other strap off your self.
He stared you up and down blinking, mouth slightly watering, "Yes, ma'am," he watched you crawl on the bed waiting for him. Maker help me. He crawled on the bed, grabbed and kissed your hand up to your wrist and placed it on the back on his head nuzzling himself between your legs.
You let out a small 'ah' noise once his mouth made contact. A small smile pulled at the corners of his mouth seeing how wet you were for him already. You looked mildly embarrassed but he love, your fingers finding the ports and stroking them. Echo moaned into you, the warmth of it causing you twitch mildly for him. He ran his tongue up scooping gently into your soaked opening, savoring the sweet bland slick that was because of him. You felt him trail his tongue up to the delicate section of nervous sticking out, he adjusted his lips around it making a little vacuum seal with his mouth and twirling his tongue around it.
"Kark" you moaned your hips tilted into his mouth, pushing him harder against you.
He took his non useful arm around your leg and pulled you closer to him, letting his tongue coast up and down coaxingly. He could feel the electric feeling building up again, he brought his fingers to the the slit of the opening letting you cover his fingers before pushing them inside. He feel your clit engorging, content with himself that you were really attracted to him. He worked his lips up and down while his fingers tried to find the pace and motion you preferred.
"There," the word trembled out your head going further back into the pillow.
You could feel his arm trembling around your leg, you stroke him faster. Maker does this feel good. He took a chance, ever so gently stroking you upward with his teeth, "Echo," you moaned coming undone on his face with the surprising sensation. He pulled you closer to his face, his nose resting on you and his fingers not stopping as you road them through the sensation. You started shaking harder and he started shaking. You felt the moment the surge took him, his mouth came but his fingers went deep as they could, "Mesh'la," he let out shakily his breathing ragged. You cupped his cup cheek staring at him still panting staring at the bliss across his face and his big golden eyes staring at you. He carefully removed his hand still shaking, he licked each of his fingers and his eyes rapidly blicking he left out another small delish moan.
"I am jealous of whatever is going on in that neural connection," you scooted over creating space for him, "join me?"
He moved himself next to you, laying on his back his breathing still ragged, you rolled up and put yourself around his data and interlaced your legs with his. Echo was still reeling, his whole body felt like it was adrift on pleasure cruise, when you brought your hand to his chest he shuttered with a groan escaping. He brought your hand to his mouth, kissed and put it back on his chest covering it with his own. She's so beautiful, his hand tighten around yours and his arm also wrapped you closer.
"Handsome," you mumbled turning more into him, "and so so so talented."
"You're so beautiful," he looked admiring you, "I'm glad you think so. How about another one?" he offered.
"Maker please."
"Do you want to try it?” Echo asked awkwardly looking down at the pouch.
“We can just go see if it works, or I’ll happily keep your face between my legs,” you smiled.
Echo pulled himself up and finished stripping his leg armor and blacks. He watched you examine him, “See something you like?” he said slowly and awkwardly opening the bag.
“I really do think you’re handsome,” you smiled sitting up pulling him back towards you resting your face against his stomach and running your hands down the cold of his legs, “Nothing to be self conscious about or embarrassed about around me,” you said pulling back so he could fiddle with the attachment.
Echo attached two tiny connectors to the ports closes on each side of his lower stomach and one on each thigh, “So figured out what I am yet?” He teased smiling feeling the attachment connect and accepted into his system.
“Well… what do you want to be?” you asked pulling him back onto the bad.
“I’m definitely a happy man,” he kissed you until your head laid against the pillow, “Where I currently want to be however? Definitely in you,” Echo moved onto his elbow, letting his free hand trail down you while he took your pebbled nipple into his mouth letting his fingers drift back inside, “Do you know that you taste good?” He whispered into your ear.
You squirmed under him, his touch and the comment making a physical reaction. Bringing your hand back to his head, “Echo,” you breathed feeling his touch start being rougher and faster. You could feel yourself coating his fingers, he smiled pulling them out and using them to stroke the attachment and his stomach tense, you removed his hand and stroked it yourself. You moved your legs around his and flipped him on his back on the bed the smile turning into a grin, “How about a test run?” You worked it up and down watching parts of his body tense and release.
He tried flipping you but you planted your knees deeper into the bed in defiance, “Why don’t you back up then and put that tasty pussy back in my face?” He said enjoying the sensation but wanted it to be fair. Did I really just say that? After all this time I’m still the same. He watched you slowly turn around putting your legs back his arms and painfully to slow put your self on his mouth. ‘Maker’ he moaned feeling your grip tighten on him. Echo let his tongue slide in and out of you, twirling it around the inner edges of the split before working his mouth back down to your pulsating need for him. He hummed against it the small vibration making you press your self a little further down on his face, he let his hand trail around your body enjoying the sensation of your skin against his. He felt his leg start to lightly drum against the base board of the bed, I guess it’s my turn first this time.
You watched his leg drum and the other one start to quiver, you moved the hand that wasn’t stroking him to a connector on his leg wondering if he could feel both or if his body only registered one at a time. Surprised with your self you picked yourself off of him so you could see his face, he grabbed you and pulled you back down holding you there. Someone’s enjoying himself. You felt the moment he stopped, the orgasm take over. You gently continued to stroke him until his hand gently begged you to stop. You moved yourself back between his legs, you could see the speckling of sweat glistening his body and some of you on the corner of his mouth which took him no time to find and lick up with the tip of his tongue. Your eyes trailed around his body, the pale skin, big eyes, the bigger then normal lips and his jawline and cheeks sculpted like the maker made him himself. For me. His breathing was raspy but you wanted the rise and fall of his chest putting your hand on the his lungs slightly feeling the mechanical system underneath try to catch up.
“Do you think I’m a man?” He asked weakly, looking at your hand knowing what you were feeling.
“I do. One I wouldn’t mind getting to know more whenever your around.”
“I think I’d bore you,” he admitted.
You leaned up kissing across his collar bones, “Rules, regulations, reports, none of that could bore me as long as you were apart of them,” you paused leaning over his neck, “You’re the only man who hasn’t bored me,” you said kissing the base of his neck slightly pulling on it waiting to see if he’d stop you from making a mark but his moan and hand squeezing your hip was the green light, “You are not lesser Echo” you whispered before turning your attention back to his neck.
“I’d bring you with me if I could,” he said picking you up with the handful of hip he hand a grip on moving you back and plunging his cock attachment into you, his hips spreading bucking all of it into you, “No one’s made me feel like this before,” his voice sincere gentle and softly moving you up and down him. He brought the side of his non useful arm to your face nudging you up, watching you nuzzle the arm realizing how different and understanding you were compared to everyone.
Cautiously he moved himself back on top of you resting his forehead against yours, nearly pulling himself all the way out and rushing himself back in, “Is it comfortable?” he whispered.
“I wouldn’t be able to tell your anatomically defective” you teased, “If it feels good to you, that’s all I care about.”
“I care about you.”
“And I you.”
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a/n yes im using the princess! reader who's about to be forced into a political marriage with anakin again,, and what about it the vibe is so fun to me, also i love jealous anakin
warnings: 18+!!! smut (he broke me down) written by someone whose only experience comes from fanfics, so pls be nice,, also written in 1st person bc that was the vibe when i started and i didn't realize this was going to get smutty (i'm sorry yall😭 it's still my best tense)
Summary: As a princess, your future is set in stone. You'll marry someone your father picks for you to aid your country. All of this you've accepted...until you befriend Anakin Skywalker, who was originally assigned to guard you during a time of political unrest on your home planet.
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He's still near the door, arms crossed and expression as stoic as it was when he first interrupted my meeting to escort me to an urgent consultation with my father.
I understand that publicly we need to remain as indifferent as physically possible and that any sort of friendliness we display needs to seem completely surface level. But we're not in public anymore and usually the transition from appropriate indifference to something much warmer is instant.
"...How urgent is urgent?"
The question is more for our sake than anything else. I want to hear his voice outside of the stiff way he interrupted the meeting with that last suitor. He had barely looked at me as he mumbled something about my father. I want it to feel light the way it usually does between us. I want him to make one of those jokes that always has me rolling my eyes or to smile or--or to do anything that makes him feel like Anakin.
The urge to study him begins to make it hard to just stand there so I turn towards my vanity. What I'm wearing isn't exactly inappropriate for a closed door meeting, but it's more formal than I'd like and a little itchy. If I have time to change into something more standard, I'll take it. "If I call Raina in here I can be in something a lot more comfortable in five minutes."
No response. I smooth my hair back with my palms, eyes subtly shifting towards his reflection in the mirror. Anakin's taken the slightest step forward. "Anakin?"
His head tilts downwards, eyes briefly meeting mine in the mirror before darting away. There's something about the way he's holding himself that would feel bashful it was less stiff. "There is no meeting."
"What?" My head instinctually snaps in his direction. Anakin's already watching me. "You--you made up an emergency?"
This is--Anakin interrupted a meeting with the first suitor that didn't make my skin crawl. I wouldn't have been thrilled to walk down the aisle with him, but I could have likely learned to be content with him. At least he believes that women can do more than just be brides and raise children. He'd allow me to participate in some community work to bond with his people and I'd be able to visit home.
But that's besides the point. He could have been the most repulsive candidate my father had found for me and it still wouldn't have justified what Anakin did. I don't walk out of meetings. Ever. If my father finds out about this...
"Do you have any idea what my father will do if he finds out?" I sit the edge of my vanity's seat with a tired sigh. There has to be some excuse. I could blame it on sickness or a misunderstand or--
"Then I'll take the blame." Anakin's words pull me out of my thoughts. His voice is still stiff and lacking its usual warmth in a way that only adds to my unease. Why is he acting like this? "I'll tell him that it was my fault and that I misunderstood your schedule debriefing."
My fingers dig into the soft fabric of my dress that's pooling over the seat. "Don't." My voice sounds so small, so vulnerable I have to hate myself for it. "He might take that the wrong way and--" I exhale slowly, forcing myself to cling to rationality. "And he might arrange your removal."
Anakin scoffs. What is his issue? "Like that'd bother you."
My throat tightens. After everything we've been through, after telling him things that I've never been able to tell anyone...How can he just dismiss all of it? And why is he being so mean? "What?"
"You've found your ideal suitor and now you can get married and be sent away and never--" Anakin cuts himself off, eyes tearing away so quickly like there's painful about looking at me. "You don't need me anymore."
Oh. That's what this is about. "Anakin." He's staring at some distant point on my wall. "That's not true. You know it isn't."
Everything about him remains stiff. "You were smiling." He briefly glances at me, eyebrows drawn together so sharply it tugs at something in my chest. "A real smile, not your practiced one." Anakin lets out a sigh that feels as pointed as a sarcastic laugh. "And you laughed."
"What?" I'm not miserable in one meeting and now he's acting like I hate him. "I--I might have been making the best of it because he's the first suitor who didn't spend the entire time listing off the requirements for his bride, but that isn't the same as liking him." And even if I liked him, would that be such a terrible thing? Would it really undermine our entire friendship if I found a way to be married and not miserable? "I'm going to have to marry one of them at some point, and I d--"
"Don't marry him." Anakin blurts the sentence out in one wavering breath. The letters run together so closely it feels more like a single word.
For a moment, all the shaky request does is sit between us. I've been on several outings and meetings with potential suitors and Anakin's never reacted like this. What was so wrong about this last one? "Don't marry him? What do--"
Anakin's eyes finally meet mine. The way he's looking at me stings, all glossy eyes and a pouty frown that's trying its best to be harsh. He seems more pained than angry and that's somehow worse.
Don't marry him. The words too strained and small to be about just the man from earlier. Don't marry him means don't marry any of them.
Oh.
I scratch the back of my wrist as Anakin's eyes drop to the ground. He knows that I have no interest in marrying for my father, but even if I did, why would that bother him?
With a sigh, I push myself to stand. Why it upsets him doesn't matter. So much is already weighing on him.
Anakin doesn't look up as I start walking towards him. "I--I can't promise that." My nails dig into the skin of my palm. "I wish I could." The words leave a bitter taste in my mouth. "But it doesn't matter." Anakin's rigid as I carefully extend my hand and bend my fingers against his forearm. "You're always going to be important to me."
He pulls his arm forward instinctually. My hold on him loosens, but before I can take my hand back, Anakin adjusts his to squeeze mine. He's holding on just tight enough for it to feel uncomfortable, but I don't mind it. It's grounding.
"Until you're married." He's staring at where our hands sit between us. There's something I should say, something comforting and easing. Nothing's coming to mind. The reality of the situation is set in stone. I'll have to marry eventually and that--that will change things. But it'll never change the way I feel about Anakin.
Anakin, who always listens when I need to purge all of the resentment about the rules that control my life. Anakin, who sits with me when I can't sleep. Anakin, who has the worst sense of humor that can always pull a smile from me even when it feels impossible.
He moves our hands, releasing my hand at my side. The brief loss of contact makes my ribs feel cracked. "No." It's instinctual. "It's--" I reach forward, hand reaching for his arm. "You're the only person I can tell anything to, the only one that never expects anything from me and just--just likes me for who I am."
The realization that Anakin might be the only true friend I've ever had hits me hard and fast. All of that and a part of me has always been selfish enough to imagine what it'd be like to live in a different world that could allow for more. Though, that's barely been a thought that I've allowed myself to have. Neither of us are in a position to get attached to anyone in that way, and even if we were, Anakin wouldn't see me that way. Besides, his friendship is no small thing, so it definitely takes the sting out of the impossible.
"Who wouldn't?" The comment comes out so soft, so absentminded I nearly melt on the spot.
A lifetime of being a daughter instead of a son has a reflexive a lot of people attempting to crawl up my throat. I swallow the bitterness like bile before I can make this about me and settle on a much lighter, "You'd be surprised."
Any lift in his expression falls again. "You don't see it."
I do try to think about it, but nothing that makes sense comes to mind. "See what?" Anakin pauses, lips pressing together. I'm expecting some kind of response. Instead, Anakin shakes his head once dismissively. "Tell me." His lack of response has me gently shoving his shoulder. "I thought we didn't keep secrets."
He lets out a small breath, we're so close I can feel the warmth of it against my skin. "It's nothing." When my only reaction is to glare, he reaches for my hand. "I don't want to talk about them anymore."
Strange. What does whatever he's talking about have to do with what we were talking about? Yes, the suitors want to court me but they want me the same way they want an ornament or my father's leniency in a business deal. Before I can remind him of this, his hand finds my shoulder.
If Anakin notices the way I freeze, he gives no indication of it, he just trails his thumb up and down the start of my collarbone. It's not the first time he's done this, but until now the gesture has been reserved for late nights when I can't sleep. I'm so used to it being soothing that it immediately gets rid of any fight in my system.
"You've had more meetings recently."
I nod, still too focused on the feeling of his hand on my shoulder. "It's a busy time...celebration season is always elaborate, and things are...tense."
He nods. If there's one thing he knows about, it's the precariousness that seems to be reaching everyone these days. But my time with Anakin is limited. He's been assigned to be my personal guard during the celebration season since the year a political protestor took my mother's life. The season always feels like it will be long, but time always slips away quicker than it should when it comes to Anakin.
I know I shouldn't do this. He doesn't need any type of encouragement after what happened at today's meeting, but something's clearly been weighing on him and I do miss him. The additional events, the public outings, the suitors...all to save face as the threat of war continues to become a more pressing issue. "My father had most of my afternoon blocked off in case that last suitor wanted extra time."
Anakin frowns, his thumb stopping its outlined path across my shoulder. He is so dramatic. "I shouldn't be telling you this because it might sound like I approve of you making up an emergency, but if you don't have anything to do, we can catch up."
He tilts his head, a hint of a smile turning up the corner of his lips. "Catch up? We're together all day."
I extend an arm, gently pushing him. First, he basically throws a fit because he convinced himself it was possible for me to like a suitor more than him, and now that I want to do something with him, he's trying to make fun of me. "I mean about before you came here. We've barely had time to talk since you've gotten back."
"Okay," his thumb brushes back down where my collarbone meets my shoulder, "We can talk." He squeezes my shoulder before retracting his hand. "The garden or the library?"
Our two most frequented spots. I grin. "The garden, the weather's nice today." He smiles, taking a step back. "Give me a minute to change. I turn away from him, walking towards my closet. "I've been ready to take off this dress since Raina put me in it this morning."
Raina spent longer than a minute trapping me in between scratchy fabric and a stiffly structured top. All of those ties and buttons that I still can't reach. Ugh. I wonder if calling Raina in will lead to more attention being drawn to the fact that I left early. Technically, the official meeting would likely be over by now but my father wanted it to go well. He kept things open in hopes of it lasting a little longer.
It's probably better not to ask. Drawing any attention to me and Anakin isn't the best idea in general. We're good friends, which is okay in front of some people but wrong in front of others. Raina is a little skeptical. It's nothing personal against Anakin, she just knows me too well, which means she reads into things.
I stretch my arm back as far as it'll go and manage to undo the bottom of the lacing and a few buttons. Anything that's more than halfway up my back is impossible to get to. I twist and turn and push and I can't reach.
"Everything alright?"
Anakin's voice carries through the short hall. I sigh, giving the fabric one last desperate tug. "Everything's fine I just..." I squeeze my eyes shut before pinching the bridge of my nose. "Can you come here?"
A brief wave of silence that leaves my face burning lingers until the sound of footsteps ends it. Anakin appears in my closet's doorway. "You're okay?"
"Yeah," I mumble, "Yes, I just--I can't get the buttons." As if to make my point, I try again in vain, trying again to reach the tiny clasps.
"You need help?" Anakin's voice comes out lower than usual.
Maybe he feels just as awkward about this. "If it'd be easier, you could just call in Raina."
"No," I can hear his weight shifting off the doorframe, "I can do it."
He takes a few steps forward. Before I know it, he's directly behind me. Anakin smooths a hand over my hair before gently moving it over my shoulder. The way heat begins to crawl up my neck makes me glad that my back is to him. His hand settles against my back.
I pull my arms forward, crossing them in front of my chest. He takes over, fingertips grazing against my back. The longer he works, the looser the dress begins to feel. I should be feeling cooler now that I'm getting closer to just being in my thin layering dress, but all of my earlier warmth and discomfort is now rising up my face.
"Raina put you in this this morning?"
I nod, "Raina woke me up earlier than usual today to make me up." The final button is pulled apart. I have to keep an arm at my chest to keep the dress from pooling at my feet. "I think this might have taken longer than my hair."
The comment is meant to be lighthearted. Instead of taking it that way, Anakin lets out a breath as his hand settles against my hip. "Won't things be easier when you don't have to worry about finding a husband?"
Now it's my turn to sigh. I make a point of pulling his hand off my side. I wander further into my closet. "You know I want nothing to do with this." My grip on the dress tightens, my sudden movement making it harder to keep the heavy dress on. "And if you honestly think I find any joy in being packaged in suffocating fabric and bodices so structured that they stab into my ribs every time I breathe, then you don't know me."
I turn around and let go of the dress, allowing the gown to pool at my feet. I step out of the puddle of fabric before reaching for one of my hangers, a casual day dress that I've barely looked at.
"I didn't mean it that way." His voice comes out low, almost reluctant. It's not enough to ease me, so I make a point of scoffing. Something warm pulls on my forearm. Before I know it, I'm facing with him. Oh. Anakin's closer than I thought he'd be. "I'm sorry." He exhales, voice tight, "Don't be mad, princess."
I keep my expression neutral. Though I'm in no mood to be reminded of my title, Anakin has a way of making it feel like a term of endearment. "If you're bothered by my situation, I understand that." He's staring me with such intensity I have to make the conscious choice to not look away. "I really understand that, but do not treat me like this is my choice. Not all of us are meant for more and can do whatever we want."
"Not whatever I want," he whispers, voice strained.
Now it's my turn to wish I had bitten my tongue. Anakin's told me enough of the stories for me to know that while sometimes the fact that he gets to leave and be an active source of good makes me wish my life was different, his isn't exactly easy.
His eyes hold mine for a beat before drifting downwards. For whatever reason, that makes me aware of the fact that this is likely the least dressed I've ever been in front of anyone. Sure, Anakin's seen me in pajamas and casual wear, but the silk dress under my gown is thin and low cut.
"And don't say that this is what you're meant for." He pulls my arm down with his hand, letting his fingers interlock with mine. "I've seen you in meetings and the way that you care about your people. You don't need to do this."
Again, it's like he's trying to convince me to change my mind. Like this is something that I want. I don't understand what he's trying to convince me to do. "Try telling that to my father."
I'm not sure what it is, but something about Anakin's expression looks a little flatter. Maybe even disappointed. I get it, this isn't exactly a fun topic, and we have no reason to dwell on it now. It's not like I'm getting engaged tonight. And I rarely get time to just be around Anakin, my future marriage has already taken enough from me, it doesn't need to take this too.
"Why are we still talking about this?" I pull my hand back, ready to grab my dress. "It's not like anything's happening now, let's just go to the garden like we--"
Anakin reaches forward before I can turn around, his hand finding my shoulder.
"I--" He cuts himself off, "There's been a rise in meetings with potential suitors, it's not as easy to ignore as it used to be."
I know exactly what he's talking about. All of my energy has been focused on not thinking about that. But that's because it's my inevitable future. How could this possibly matter this much to Anakin? "Ignore what?"
"Do you have any idea how difficult it is to know what they're feeling? What they're thinking about you?" Anakin's breath catches itself in his throat, his thumb slipping beneath the strap of my dress. "What they're thinking about doing to you?"
Heat rushes to my face. I try to swallow to clear the lump in my throat but my mouth has gone dry. "Anakin?"
"I've spent so long trying to let you go."
What? Is he--is he saying that he-- "What?"
He tilts his head downwards, "You don't need to do this. I--"
"Don't say it." My hand is quick to grab the one he has on my shoulder. Push him away, I should push him away. My hand won't move. The one person I've always known I won't ever be able to have.
"Why not?" He asks the question so innocently, like he couldn't ever fathom a reason for me to shut this down. After a moment, his eyebrows pull together, a small frown playing at his lips. "You don't want me?"
If this was any less serious, that would have made me laugh. That is, most definitely, not the issue. "That's not true."
He relaxes slightly, his thumb trailing down my shoulder. Before I can explain issues that we both are definitely aware of, he leans impossibly closer. His weight on mine is nearly enough to make me forget the concept of logic entirely.
"Anakin," it's meant to be a warning. The breathiness of my voice takes away all of its severity. "We can't." I'm arguing for more my sake than his. He already knows all of the reasons that we need to agree to remain just friends before things get any more complicated. "What I want doesn't matter. Nothing I've wanted has ever mattered." He hasn't moved away, but at least he isn't trying to get any closer. "And even if it did, it's not like we'd suddenly be able to be together."
Anakin's hand adjusts on my shoulder, his grip tightening. He has the audacity to look like he's not sure what I'm talking about. "The Jedi code?" He blinks, still giving no indication of understanding why everything about us is impossible. "I'm sure I don't need to remind you why that matters, chosen one."
He scoffs. "I don't care."
I place my free hand on his chest, willing myself to create some distance between us before my judgement finally lapses. "You can't--you can't say that." My eyes squeeze shut, "I know that it's unfair, but time will pass and you'll feel rational again, and it'll be easier."
"Don't do that." The harsh quality of his voice nearly makes me step back. "Don't treat this like it's a political compromise."
Something about me trying to keep things together the only way I know how is hurting him. I don't know how to get through this without taking the emotion out of it. Still, I don't want to make this harder on him. My hand moves up his chest and rests on his shoulder. "I didn't mean it like that."
He nods slowly, visibly relaxing at my touch, "You're only pushing me away because you're afraid."
"What?"
Anakin's thumb drags across my skin. "You're afraid that if you let yourself even admit that you might want something that your father hasn't decided for you, and that if you're selfish for even a second, your entire world will fall apart."
If it came from anyone else, I'd be offended, but coming from Anakin, it just makes the real reason why I can't just say it and give in hurt more. "That's not it." Anakin doesn't respond. He wants me to say more and I'm not sure that I can. "It's--" What I'm afraid of is that I let myself admit that I want Anakin out loud, I'll have to decide whether or not I want him more than everything I've been working towards my entire life and that I won't like my own answer.
"It's that," I start over, staring at my hand on his shoulder in case looking at him directly will make the confidence I've gathered to wither away. "That if I let myself think about it, about you--like that--for longer than a moment, I might want you more than any of this."
He pauses, likely thinking through his words. Maybe he'll try to promise me that he wouldn't make me choose while not understanding that being with him at all makes that decision for me. Or maybe the amount of care I'm implying will scare him into second guessing this.
His hand slowly moves off of my shoulder. If my deep, dark secret has finally gotten him to understand why we're better off as we are, then maybe it's worth how hard it was to get out.
His fingers settle against my jaw. Slowly, he gets my head to turn. I look at him, expecting some kind of rejection to be written across his face. Instead, all I see in his eyes is a pool of emotion ready for me to drown in. "Would that have to be a bad thing?"
This time, the softness of his question doesn't feel like an attempt to dismiss our reality. It's so genuine it turns into a physical ache between us.
I'm reminded that despite all of his talent, confidence, and sense of humor that I've tried so hard to enjoy less, he's still a boy who's experienced so much heartbreak. The council constantly dismissing him and refusing to grant him the title he deserves, the loss of his mother, all of the expectations on his shoulders...
Would it be such a bad thing to want him more than anything else? To love him more that much?
I tilt my head back, just enough to press my lips against his. Anakin's quick to reciprocate, turning the barely there press of lips into something else with no warning. He shifts his weight so that he's fully against me. My back hits the wall of my closet before I realize what's happening.
It's heavy, my bottom lip being pulled between his teeth. The hand that's not still cupping my jaw settles on my hip, the silk of my slip dress crumpling between his fingers. I pull my head back, Anakin attempts to follow, teeth tugging on my lip one last time before letting us separate.
He doesn't let me get far, resting his forehead against mine as we both struggle to catch our breaths. "I'm sorry, I should have--"
"Don't be sorry," I manage between slow pants, "Not for that."
Anakin smiles, and for once, I don't mind feeding his ego. "I can feel how much you need me." The urge to squirm away and hide any potential embarrassment is strong, but I have no way to act on the impulse. I'm pinned between Anakin and the wall of my closet. He slowly pulls my dress, exposing another inch of skin. "Do you think any of your suitors could make you feel like this?"
I shake my head, "No." That's an easy thing to get out, "Only you."
Another tug that has more fabric pooling around my waist. "Promise you won't marry him." His head dips forward, his lips brushing against the end of my jaw. "Any of them."
My eyes instinctually shut. I need to hold it together. "You--you know I can't just--" He places an open mouthed kiss against my neck. "Anakin."
"Promise." An order.
I exhale, struggling to focus. "It's not--" Another kiss. "It's not f--air." My voice cracks on the last syllable as Anakin moves further down my neck. "You know I'd never break a promise I made to you."
"What's not fair is having to watch you meet with men who look at you and to know that this..." He pulls the strap of my dress off of my shoulder, exposing more skin that he immediately presses his lips against. "Is what they want to do to you."
What? I had never thought that my suitors fantasized about anything, everything about those meetings always feel so cold and political. I'd question it if I could bring myself to care about the revelation with Anakin's teeth pressing into the pulse point of my neck. "To have to watch them look at what's mine."
"Anakin..."
One last shift of fabric and the hem of my dress is now over my hips. His hand leaves my jaw and skims the waist of my underwear. "Promise."
His fingers finally reach where I need him most. My eyes instinctually shut at the sensation, a wave of pleasure I've never felt before nearly making me jump. Noticing my tension, he presses a gentle kiss against my cheek.
I have to give him something, and maybe that'll be enough to at least put this conversation off until I'm in a position to negotiate. "I'm yours." My ability to form sentences is quickly fading as his finger presses into me. "Can't that be enough?" A small part of myself hates how easily I'm cracking. "For now?"
Anakin does the meanest thing imaginable, he stops. "Promise me."
A pathetically desperate whine escapes me. He can't be serious. He won't walk away now just because I can't immediately promise to never marry anyone.
He straightens enough to pull away from the crook of my neck. "Anakin." I meet his gaze, and behind the harshness of his eyes, I see that he means it. "You know I--I can't--"
"We can work it out." That genuine side of him returns, softness bleeding back into his expression. "All that matters is that you want to."
"Of course I want to."
He leans forward again, forehead pressing against mine, "Then promise me..." Anakin's eyes briefly shut, "Promise me you won't marry anyone else."
I let myself take him in, how it feels to let him consume me entirely. It's too late for me, anyway. I wouldn't be able to will myself to walk down the aisle the same way I couldn't force myself to push him away. "I promise."
His lips are on mine in an instant. When I don't part my lips fast enough, he hooks two fingers between the waistband of my underwear and tugs them down my legs in one, swift motion. I gasp, giving him all the access he needs to drag his tongue against mine.
He moves back, beginning to press his lips against my jaw. "Anakin."
"Say it again." His fingers find the spot that makes me see stars. "Promise me that you're mine."
A whiny breath slips past my lips, "I promise." His teeth drag against my throat and my nails instinctually dig into his shoulder, "Only you."
A rough sound escapes from the back of Anakin's throat. He removes a hand from my hip to adjust his own robes. I'm too distracted to realize what he's doing until it's obvious. "Again."
I reach my hand forward until my fingers are wrapping around his length. "Only you, Anakin." He groans. "I--I won't marry anyone else." Anakin places his hand over mine, guiding my hand up and down his length. "I'm yours."
He buries his face in the crook of my neck, "Maker, you're--" The rest of the sentence is murmured into my skin at a pitch that I can't make out.
His fingers press into me even harder. "Anakin," my whininess would be embarrassing if I wasn't so distracted by the coiling feeling in my stomach, "I--I--"
"Tell me," he lifts his head enough to speak the words into my ears, "Tell me that you want me."
My eyes screw shut, "I--It's more than want." It feels like a confession. "I need you."
Another strangled breath escapes him. Anakin pulls away enough to line himself against my entrance. He presses in slowly, the feeling in my stomach reaches a height I didn't think possible. "Anakin."
"You're so," he's getting the words out through gritted teeth, "Tight." Anakin pushes in even more. A gasp escapes me. "Say it again." I'm too lost in what I'm feeling to form the words. He pulls back before pushing his entire length in with no warning. Anakin shows no reaction to the pitchy whine he forced out of me. "Again."
"It's--it's only--you," I pant. "I won't marry any-one else--just--just please, Anakin."
His thumb presses against where my nerves are at their most on edge. I can't breathe or focus on anything. "Please what?"
"I need you."
He rubs tight circles against me and picks up the pace. My head falls against his shoulder, eyes squeezing tight. "Look at me." I--I can't keep my head up. Anakin's hand tugs at my hair, forcing me off of his shoulder. "Look at me."
I force my eyes open. "Anakin."
"Feel good, hm?" All I can do is nod. "Can't even talk anymore?" His lips find their way against my jaw. "What would all your suitors say if they could see how easy it was for me to get you like this?" His lips find a spot on my neck that leaves me dizzy. "First breaking all the rules and now you can't even talk." It's hard to focus on anything that isn't how he feels. "Who has you like this?"
I take a shaky breath, "You, Anakin." My voice is shaky, "Only you."
His lips press against mine. Hard. I give in entirely and it's all teeth and wanting a closer that doesn't exist. He pulls away just as quickly, "I've got you, princess," he exhales, "come for me."
My body knows what to do more than I do. I cling onto him. Anakin's thrusts become less even without losing speed. He continues until an all consuming pleasure has my body practically shaking. My orgasm hits so fast and hard I can barely hold myself upright.
"Oh, you're squee--" Anakin cuts himself off, pulling out before he can finish inside me. "Maker, you're perfect."
After it ends, I expect to be filled with some kind of regret or remorse. Instead, all I feel is a sense of peace as I recover with my forehead pressed into Anakin's chest. He keeps his arm around me loosely. "It's just you and me, princess."
I nod against him weakly, desperate to accept what he's saying. "Just you and me."
He smooths circles against my back. "We'll figure it out together."
It's not an easy thing to believe, but trusting Anakin is natural. I finally lift my head to look at him, "We have time." I don't know how much time, but it's definitely not happening today, and if I can push this until our political crisis becomes the ultimate concern, my father won't bring it up until this is resolved. Maybe if I prove myself as a leader, he'll see that I can be more. "I'm tired."
He smiles lazily, "You're saying I tired you out?" I roll my eyes. "Come on, we have some time before you have to meet with your advisors." Anakin squeezes my shoulder, thumb soothingly tracing a pattern against my collarbone. "Stay with me?"
I have to bite my tongue to keep a much too emotional always from coming out, so I just nod. He takes my hand and leads me into my bedroom. Anakin helps me into bed before laying next to me.
Drowsiness pulls at my eyelids. I fight against the exhaustion as best as I can, but Anakin's gentle touches and whispered terms of endearment aren't making it easier.
"You can sleep," he finally whispers, "I'll make sure you're awake with enough time to get ready for your next meeting."
It's tempting, but after all of this, all I want is to be near him and to--to talk to him and absorb his presence before I can't. "But--"
"I'm not going anywhere," he says, reading my hesitance easily, "We have time."
My eyes are already closed, "Promise?"
Anakin's head dips forward as he presses a chaste kiss against my temple. "I promise."
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No Attachments pt 3
Jedi! Anakin x F/Dancer!Reader
a/n: sorry again for such the long wait!!! I might as well put "random posting schedule" in my bio haha- thanks for stickign with me thought guys, these stories really make my day and I love hearing from and interacting with you all!!
NSFW
Fantasies become realities
Warnings: cursing, p in v, smex, blowjobs, no protection (BE SAFE), anakin is a little bit of a perv, exhibitionism, voyurism, horny thoughts, reader referred to as a stripper
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Anakin’s ears perked up once he finally heard the door opening- this was it…
He couldn’t blow it.
Before you even entered the room you could sense the anxiety trickling off of the Jedi; it was sweet- he was so nervous, just for you.
“Hello stranger” you said as you pressed yourself against the door, closing it with a smile.
“U-uh Y/N! Hello” he stumbled.
Never had he been so incredibly clumsy- he knew he was better than this (if he was bold enough to jerk off to the memory of you, why couldn’t he confess some simple feelings?). Something about having you alone, while he was not on business…here… made his chest tighten.
He sucked in a breath before continuing, “How’ve you been; It’s been a while hasn't it?” he asked, shifting in his seat.
You giggled and plopped down on the couch opposite of him and crossed your legs.
“It has been awhile- you didn’t just book the most expensive room in the club to catch up though, did you?” your voice lowered an octave as you watched him sweat.
“Well, no- I just didn’t know how to get a hold of you. I just wanted to talk” he said softly.
“About what?” you asked, leaning towards him and allowing your robe to slip off of your shoulder.
You had an idea of what he wanted- you saw how he looked at you on shift when he was posted at the club.
You heard him in the refresher begging for release, you felt the tension in his force signature. You knew he had creamed just by imagining the chance to fuck you.
You were glad to oblige in these scenarios- he was handsome and you did really like him after all.
Sadly you had to remind yourself not to get attached; all he wanted was to fuck, he didn’t care for you, he cared for your body. Plus- Jedi were not allowed to have attachments, best to save yourself the heartbreak.
“I-I” he stuttered as you sat yourself right next to him on his couch. You observed through heavy lidded eyes as he struggled to get his words out.
“Would you want to grab dinner with me sometime? Or something like that….” he asked unabashedly.
Anakin wanted to take you on a date?! Like romance?! Hah!
You weren’t able to hide the shock on your face which made him shrink back, “Oh, well it’s ok If not- I just thought-”
“No- NO! I’m sorry, I just did not expect you to ask me that” you assured the man.
“Why wouldn’t I? You’re insanely talented, kind, interesting, and I don't know… we both know I’m not the best at keeping my emotions under wraps” he admitted.
“Well… yes” you laughed, thinking back on how he and his master interacted when there was a mishap in their plans.
“But when I heard that Anakin Skywalker was in my private booth, I didn’t exactly think you were going to ask me on a date!”.
He blushed at your words, “I-I didn’t know how else to get your attention”.
You shrugged and laughed again, “You could have just came to my dressing room and asked”
“So is that a yes?” he quizzed with a small smile.
“Isn't there something in the Jedi’s philosophy that forbids attachments?” you asked skeptically (if it were with him, you weren’t really wanting a one night stand type of deal- you’d crave him too much).
Anakin sat silently for a moment, before answering, “we are… but there are no attachments here- just a question”.
You could feel his force signature stirring under his false composure- he was lying.
Just a question, huh? No way, you knew you made him nervous (similarly how he made you feel), and you knew he wasn’t just “asking a question”.
“Are you sure, Ani? I wouldn’t want to get you in trouble” you innocently said, batting your long lashes.
“Yea, It’s just a question” he gulped as you got increasingly closer to him.
You were practically on his lap when you whispered, “lying’s not the Jedi way, Anakin; your signature is telling me it's much more than ‘just’ a question?” your lips curled into a smug smile as you sat back onto your heels.
The young man in front of you looked taken aback once he realized what you said- his signature? How could you tell what it was emitting?
You laughed at the obvious confusion on his handsome face.
“You do know Jedi aren't the only ones who can utilize the force?” you said with a smile as you leaned back onto the couch.
“Force sensitivity runs in my family” you said with a wink and a crooked smile.
Anakin’s face suddenly drained once he realized that all this time… all this time you knew what he had been thinking- oh fuck, now he really didn’t have a chance.
He decided he should just start apologizing at this point, but before he could start you spoke once more.
“But to answer your question, yes- I’d love to go out with you Anakin '' you said with a beaming smile.
He felt as if his heart would fall out of his ass- after everything; after all of his indecent thoughts and less than appropriate behaviors, you still were willing to give him a chance
“Really?” he asked, a little too desperately.
You shrugged, “yeah why not” you laughed, trying to lighten the mood.
This was new for you too- it had been so long since you were actually interested in someone.
Though you did worry that his interest only lied as deep as his dick could plunge, but you were willing to give him a chance to prove himself.
At least if all he wanted was your body, you’d know you were attractive enough to capture one of the best (and best looking) Jedi in the universe- not too shabby.
“I’m not sure, I guess I didn’t really think you’d agree- I don't know…. it’s just that you seem to have a lot of experience and I’m probably not the caliber you’re accustomed to” he said quietly, avoiding eye contact.
“Anakin, just cause I dance doesn’t mean I fuck my patrons” you said sharper than you intended to; you particularly hated the stigma that your profession was intimate with everyone who came through your doors.
“I’m sorry, I didn’t mean to offend you- I’m just not educated on this style of life” he said honestly.
You placed a gentle hand on the side of his face and brushed your thumb against his cheek making the Jedi blush.
“It’s alright Anakin, you have been sheltered most of your life” you said with a playful smile.
“And what’s that supposed to mean?” he asked, as he swatted your affectionate hand away.
“Exactly what I said, Ani- you’ve been stuck up in that temple for too long” you laughed.
“No, I know things- I’ve had enough experiences to last lifetimes” he said with pride.
“Have you now?”
“Just so happens that I have- do I need to prove it to you?” he said competitively.
“And how exactly have you earned this ‘experience’, Anakin?”
“Battle, training, negotiations- just living” he said very ‘matter-of-factly’.
“And how exactly are you planning to prove this to me-”
Suddenly Anakin’s strong hands pulled you closer so that your noses were touching; his captivating blue eyes were heavy and half lidded as they stared deeply into yours. You could feel his warm breath against your lips as you became wet with anticipation… fuck- he drove you absolutely insane.
“Depends how badly you wanna know, gorgeous” he said as his gloved hand traveled down your side making you shiver.
“Desperately” you whined before pulling him into a kiss.
The jedi groaned as your body pressed against his- every touch left a tingling sensation on his skin.
He suddenly became a bit intimidated because he may have fibbed a bit (or a lot) when he said he had experience- he was definitely not prepared.
You strategically grinded your skilled hips against his quickly growing erection as you tangeld your fingers into his sandy curls. He took a fistfull of your hair from the base of your head and pulled so that your neck was exposed to him; he gave an experimental kiss before he suctioned himself to your smooth skin.
How you fantasized about his plump lips… and unsurprisingly, they did not disappoint
His moans vibrated through your body as you tightly wrapped around him and clawed at the back of his robes. Judging by the large tent in his pants, you’d have to guess he was almost fully hard- what a treat.
“So this is what you came for, huh pretty boy?” you teased.
He unlatched his lips from your neck with crazed eyes, “No-NO! I- we can stop- i-if.. That's not what I - this is not what I came here for-” he stuttered, trying to keep your favor.
You placed a hand on his shoulder and kissed him gently on the cheek- “I know, Ani. I’m just teasin”. (though you still had your doubts)
He breathed a sigh of relief before his beautiful blue eyes landed on the mess he had made of your neck; a beautiful array of reds, pinks, deep maroons, and purples were scattered along both sides of your column. He was mesmerized by his marks- he’d never had the chance to do that before.
Anakin was so entranced that he only snapped back into reality once your perfectly manicured hand lightly brushed over his clothed cock- accidentally the jedi let out a strangled moan as he rolled his eyes back.
“You like that Ani?” you said with a sultry tone to which he couldn’t help but nod.
With a mischievous smile you straighten your back and allowed your silky robe to fall to the ground; Anakin felt his heart stop- sure he had seen your in your performance outfits and a few glimpses of lingerie here and there, but never had it been so exquisite- so close.
“I wore this for you, Anakin. No one else has seen it” you whispered softly in his blushing ear.
Only him?
Your words shot straight to his core and he felt himself begin to leak.
You offered one last kiss, you promptly unmounted his lap and sunk to the plush carpet; your face perfectly aligned with his throbbing dick. You lightly traced the outline and smiled once you saw him twitching and straining against the fabric. With a calculated amount of pressure, you ran your palm up and down his clothed shaft a few times as he failed to suppress his groans.
“Oh, Anakin…. You’re solid” you observed sadly before batting your long lashes at him, “Let me help you”.
“A-are you sure?” he asked worriedly.
“Please?” you pouted.
He was a little on edge but after hearing your small ‘please’, how could he resist? Anakin nodded furiously and his sandy strands shook with every movement, bringing a smile to your face. He needed this just as much as you wanted to do it.
The speed at which you pulled his trousers down surprised him; you were met with his weeping member straining at the tight black undergarments. Before removing them, you gave him one gentle kiss through the dampened fabric making him groan in anticipation.
You could feel his thighs tense as you slowly slipped his underwear down his legs; you made sure to drag your nails against his sensitive skin.
Anakin sucked in a breath as you gently pressed kisses up the insides of his thighs, smiling as they trembled.
“Relax, alright? I got you” you offered lightly, looking up at him through your long lashes.
His stomach did a flip and without thinking, he placed his gloved hand on your cheek in thanks.
When was the last time someone took care of him? He had to answer to his masters and was always supposed to be a pillar of the Jedi community; when was the last time he was able to relax?
With a deep inhale you turned your attention back to the task at hand- your eyes widened at his proudly standing cock eagerly dripping for you.
Just based on his stature, you were prepared for something big, but nothing could have prepared you for just how massive he really was.
If you had to guess, he probably stood around 9.5 inches; he was cut and his puffy tip was an angry red right now. There were a few veins straining with desire and one particularly thick one running up the underside. His balls were quite tight already too (he must have been quite pent up).
You gave an experimental lick to gather the precum from his tip, making him suck in a sharp breath and grip onto the edge of the couch. He had never actually gone this far with anyone: just in his fantasies. Sure he’d had a few sexual encounters in the past, but they were either dry humping, over-the-clothes, him going down on someone else, or just him masturbating.
But here you were- the most beautiful person he’d ever seen- the woman who haunted his most secret dreams- right here in between his legs… just for him.
“Maker” he exhaled.
“You’re so pretty Anakin” you sighed, resting your face on his left thigh as you languidly stroked his cock. He stifled a few moans as you swirled your tongue around his tip.
With a contempt smile you leaned back onto his thigh and watched gleefully as more precum dribbled down his cock (natural lube ;).
After another minute of pumping him, you sat up onto your knees and positioned your face over his member, but instead of watching his dick disappear into your mouth, you held eye contact with him as you swallowed him down.
He was really dealing with a professional here; a guttural moan escaped his plump lips as your nose met his naval. Your eyes began to tear up at the sheer length of his cock but you were determined to get him all down.
You buried your nose into his lightly trimmed pubes at the base of his happy trail before lifting your head up with strategic suction.
“S-shit” Anakin cursed as he felt his balls drawing up; was he already about to cum? He couldn’t look that inexperienced in front of you.
You bobbed your head a few more times as one of your free hands cupped his hardening balls. You swallowed him down once more, savoring the stretch; your panties were soaked as you moaned on his cock.
Your sweet noises sent vibrations straight through Anakin’s body and he felt himself losing it.
“I-I’m gonna- I” he whimpered as he began to sloppily buck his hips up.
You quickly removed yourself from him and sat back breathlessly. Anakin gritted his teeth and clawed at the velvet sofa as he tried to restrain his impending orgasm. Strained noises escaped his throat as you took your place by his side on the couch. He leaned back with his eyes closed as he tried to catch his breath.
Your glossed lips brushed his cheekbone before you took one of his hands and guided it towards your core. His eyes opened once he realized where his hand was (you were really making this difficult for him).
“Oh fuck… you’re so wet baby” he groaned against your lips.
Baby- that shot straight to your core.
“Ani- I want you” you huffed as he blindly helped you shed your clothes.
“Yea..yea, you want me? You wanna sit on my dick-” he panted as he groped at the fat of your ass.
Without another word you lined yourself up with him and sank down; the two of you moaned in unison as you began to ride him.
Anakin really thought he could hold on longer but very quickly he felt that breath-taking sensation rising again. The promiscuous sounds of your bodies slapping against each other ricocheted off the walls as you desperately bounced up and down.
“Shit… I’m sorry- I’m sorry.. Gonna-”
“Cum, pretty boy” you demanded as you bottomed out one last time.
With an almost pornographic moan, the inexperienced Jedi’s orgasm ripped through him. Thick, warm ropes of cum burst inside of you- Anakin’s eyes rolled to the back of his skull and his whole body wracked with the indescribable feeling of pleasure.
You gasped at the sheer amount of cum he emptied into you (he really needed this); “Oh, Ani! Fuck you’re filling me up so well” you moaned as you chased your own high by dragging your hips against him.
Thin strands of his hair stuck to his forehead as he leaned his head back; the echoes of his orgasm shot through his body and he whimpered from the overstimulation of you still bouncing on his cock.
Shortly after, you gained your own orgasm; seeing stars as Anakin desperately pawed at the fat of your ass and ran his strong hands up and down your sides. Before you hopped off of his lap he drew you into his chest and protectively wrapped his arms around you.
“Shit Angel- Took every last drop” he sighed as he sweetly rubbed your back.
With a small laugh you pressed a soft kiss on his neck (making his dick twitch).
“Didn’t wanna waste any- after all, when’s the next time i’ll get to have ‘the chosen one’” you joked as you looked up at him with stars in your eyes.
You weren’t really joking though- you’d probably never get the chance to do this again… you cursed yourself for falling for one of the least available people in the galaxy. But at least you had him for now.
He looked at you longingly for a moment but you interpreted it as awkward silence, silence that you tried to fill with another sad joke; “I mean, no attachments for the mighty Jedi, right?”
He still didn’t speak, instead brushed a strand of loose hair behind your ear; “You’re so beautiful” he almost whispered.
You slowly pushed his hand to the side garnering a frown from him, “Anakin, don’t do that please… I- Lets just have fun for the rest of the night, yeah?”.
“Is that all you want?” he asked quietly; he looked almost hurt?
With a sigh you shook your head, “No, Yes- I don’t know Anakin” you said as you stood from the couch. “Even if I wanted something it would be pretty stupid of me- I mean you’re you and I’m…me”.
“So? It doesn’t matter who we are- what matters is how we feel” he said, lightly pulling you back onto the couch.
“Anakin, I’m a stripper in one of the most popular cities in the galaxy…And you’re… you- how would that work?” you said as you allowed your insecurities to take over.
He placed his gloved hand over yours; “Your past has no bearings on me, we all come from different worlds… That does not change the feelings I have harbored for you… silently”.
“But the rule- you can’t have attachments”
“I already broke that when I decided to come here tonight… If I didn’t want this I would have left long ago.” he said before placing a gentle kiss on your forehead.
A small smile found its way onto your face… maybe you could have a happy ending.
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a/n: soo ngl I kinda leaned into the aotc ani at the end with the whole "I already brke the rule" because we know when this man gets invested he gets invested. take this kinda as his desires finally being solidified- cause he'd definitely get obsessed (we all saw how he was with padme). not sure how much else im gonna add to the story but hope you enjoy for now!
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𝙁𝙖𝙢𝙞𝙡𝙮 𝙗𝙚𝙖𝙘𝙝 𝙩𝙧𝙞𝙥
·:*¨༺ ♱✮♱ ༻¨*:·
Pairing: Emo!Anakin x Reader
(enemies to friends to lovers)
PART 1
✧˖° A/N: this will include y/n (i’m new to tumblr and never see people referring to a y/n but idk i came from Wattpad 😭), this is basically just Sam Monroe with Anakin’s clinginess and and backstory (modern), this is my first fanfic so pls excuse me if it’s horrible 🙏😓
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𝖸𝗈𝗎𝗋 𝗆𝗈𝗍𝗁𝖾𝗋 𝖻𝗋𝗂𝗇𝗀𝗌 𝗁𝖾𝗋 𝖻𝖾𝗌𝗍 𝖿𝗋𝗂𝖾𝗇𝖽 𝗈𝗇 𝗒𝗈𝗎𝗋 𝖿𝖺𝗆𝗂𝗅𝗒’𝗌 “𝗒𝖾𝖺𝗋𝗅𝗒 𝖻𝖾𝖺𝖼𝗁 𝗍𝗋𝗂𝗉”, 𝗎𝗇𝖾𝗑𝗉𝖾𝖼𝗍𝖾𝖽𝗅𝗒 𝖻𝗋𝗂𝗇𝗀𝗂𝗇𝗀 𝗁𝖾𝗋 𝗀𝗈𝗈𝖽 𝗅𝗈𝗈𝗄𝗂𝗇𝗀 𝗌𝗈𝗇 𝗐𝗂𝗍𝗁 𝗁𝖾𝗋.
“Y/N!”
She hears her mother call, groaning as she trips over her feet while slipping on some pj shorts.
“Comingggg!” She yells back, grabbing her phone and earbuds before tumbling down the stairs messily.
She grabs her bag she packed the night before-probably the only part of the trip she had panned ahead-as her earbuds and phone hang off of her arms uncomfortably.
her mom clears her throat with a glare, motioning to a woman sitting nearby with a gentle smile. Y/n assumes this was the friend her mother had told her about, so she try’s not to spill everything out of her arms as she clumsily introduces herself.
“Hello i’m-“ The woman cuts her off calmly. “i know who you are, dear. your mother has told me many great things about you.” The woman nods her head. Y/n, feeling silly in the kind woman’s presence, smiled back. “Right, sorry.” Y/n stuttered out.
“You’re Shmi, correct?” She asked, trying to rekindle the conversation. “Yes, mother of Anakin.” She introduced. Anakin? She didn’t hear anything about an Anakin. She dosen’t have to energy or confidence to mention it as she just politely greets Shmi, exchanging more kind words before she stumbles out the door.
Y/n gets to the car, blasting her music as she pops open the trunk while moving her hips to the music. She throws her things in, grabbing a energy drink and blanket out of her bag for the trip.
She walks over to the back door, swinging it open only to be met with a blue haired boy. They both looked a bit surprised to see each other, y/n more than the mystery man.
“Who are you??”
They both ask in sync, their tone of voice annoyed and confused. “Wait.. are you Y/n?” The boy asked, looking her up and down.
“Yeah? What about it?” She asked catiously, trying to sound intimidating. The boy just laughs, slipping on his headphones before shutting the door in her face. Rude much?!
She then realized that the boy was most likely Anakin, annoyed she’d have to sit in the car with him for seven hours on top of sharing a room with him for two weeks. Oh god, she won’t make it.
✧˖° sorry this was short! i have like 3 other drafts so if this gets decent attention ill start updating it regularly. i have a lot of cute but angsty stuff planned for this series if i continue so lmk if you’d like me to continue!
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“Too Young.”
Kylo Ren x Reader
In this story when appointed Supreme Leader, Kylo is in his early 30's. There is no use of y/n, readers name just isn’t mentioned, use of biologically female anatomical features.
Warnings: age gap (10yrs?) possesive and obsessive Kylo, half smut, toxic maybe?
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Being so young you felt like you always had to prove yourself, if somebody assigned you a task you would complete it a hundred times better than what was originally asked of you. But even with your outstanding efforts on the Finalizer, you were still looked down upon by your superiors. Yes your endeavors were excellent and nobody could complain about the work that you delivered but even then people would still call you, too young.
It hurt the first few times... oh but who were you kidding? It hurt every single time that it slipped from someones tongue, especially his. Kylo Ren, the recently appointed new Supreme Leader of the First Order. He was captivating, with and without helmet, you had only seen his face about two times in your years of working on the Finalizer but the image could never leave your mind, he was absolutely spellbinding. His beauty went beyond what you had expected, piercing brown eyes, dark hair that fell almost too perfectly around his face, a scar starting under his eye and disappearing into his clothes, a beautifully pale complexion and that nose, that might have been your favorite part of him, his big and prominent nose. His charm, however, was not limited to his face for you, he was huge, he was tall and everything seemed to be in proportion, his hands were huge, his arms were huge, his legs, anything and everything. He always towered right over you, when he was behind you he acted almost like a wall. He had never explicitly said it but whenever your mind wandered from a task to just how big his hands or gorgeous his eyes were, you could hear a voice in your head, a small whisper that you swore sounded just like him, ''You're too young.'' It said, rejecting your thoughts about your Supreme Leader.
But despite these comments entering your mind whenever your thoughts drove off to him, you were unsure of how genuine they were, whenever you were off to handle tasks you could always feel a presence lurking right behind you, and when you turned your head you could find him, standing in the same hallway, observing you but quickly walking away when you caught his stare. What you did not know is that you were right, the voice in your head was his, reminding you that you were too young, too young for him, It was not as much for you as it was for him. He could not get you off his mind, he tried day and night to stop thinking about you, your beauty was even more captivating to him as his was to you, but you were simply too young, you had only recently turned twenty two years old and he was well in his mid-thirties, he in no way wanted to corrupt your still innocent and free soul with his corrupt and troubled one, if anything he wanted to preserve what you had, you could not belong to him, he could not do that to you, but you could not belong to anybody else either.
For this reason whenever you would interact with any man on the ship, they would suddenly need to report to the Supreme Leader or he would suddenly appear behind you two, telling you both you need to get back to your tasks. You had begun talking to one of the First Order officers you later learned was named Lin. Lin was a kind man that often helped with your tasks even though you insisted you could perform them fine on your own, which was true, and he knew that, nonetheless he just wanted an excuse to spend his time with and around you. Kylo noticed this, and he did not like it, at all, no matter how much he called Lin to him, told you to go back to work or intervened in any way, he always came back. Kylo could not stand it, Lin might not have been a bad influence per se but Kylo could not risk it, he had to preserve your pristineness, your innocence, and to do that, he had step up his game. Kylo called Lin into the conference room and it did not take long for him to enter. ''Supreme Leader, sir, I am here, what do you need me for?'' Lin was panting as he walked up to Kylo, beads of sweat running down his face indicating he ran there as soon as Kylo called him. ''Hello, Lin,'' Kylo started talking, his voice distorted by his helmet, ''I have called you here because we need to have a talk.'' He stated, turning his body to Lin and stepping closer to him, Lin could feel Kylo's eyes piercing through his skull even with the helmet on. ''W-Well, what do we need to talk about, Supreme Leader?'' Lin was afraid, he knew what Kylo was capable of, he was a man with no mercy for anybody he deemed his enemy. ''I can sense your fear,'' snickered Kylo. ''You are weak Lin, I hope you are aware of that, but that is not the point, what I want to talk to you about is the girl.'' Lin raised his eyebrows in confusion. ''Do you mean-'' He started before being interrupted by Kylo. ''Yes, her, you are going to stop talking to her, you understand?'' Kylo stated, Lin's confusion rose. ''But Supreme Leader, sir, why?'' He questioned Kylo, Kylo stepped towards him, minimizing the distance between them every step he took and Lin did not dare step back, Kylo took one of his gloved hands and roughly grabbed Lin's face so hard he almost broke his jaw. ''Because I say so, and what I say, goes, you understand?'' Lin sputtered as tears formed in the corners of his eyes, he tried nodding but Kylo's tight grip would not let him. ''Yes s-sir.'' Lin barely got the words out but when they left his lips Kylo let go of him, ''now scram, you fool.'' Lin had already ran before Kylo could complete his sentence.
The following day when you were up to some of your daily tasks you passed by Lin in one of the halls, you waved your hand at him and were about to walk up to him to strike up a conversation, but as soon as he saw you, his eyes widened and he quickly walked off. You felt as if he was avoiding you, but you could not understand why, until you took a look behind you to find your Supreme Leader standing in the dark, watching you. He had been up to something and you knew it. You wanted nothing but to confirm your suspicions, but what were you going to do? You could not possibly risk offending Kylo, you would lose everything you had worked oh so hard for to build up these past few years, however your curiousity was eating you alive and you simply could not take it anymore. It was the late afternoon when you stormed into the conference room you knew Kylo Ren would be at, and luckily for you he was there alone. ''Ah hello, what a surprise to see you here!'' Kylo exclaimed when he saw you enter through the big, steel doors. ''What is it you come to me fo-'' you cut Kylo off before he can finish his sentence, your eyes trying their best to pierce through his helmet as you stand maybe... a little too close to him. ''What have you been up to?'' You question him, trying to contain your anger. ''What are you talking about?'' Kylo countered your question with his own, stepping closer to further limit the distance between you two. As his body comes closer to yours you almost forget what you came to him for in the first place, your fiery eyes go from his helmet to his chest, arms, hands, you take in his body, the size, the greatness, then you hear a low chuckle coming from Kylo's helmet. Your eyes shoot back up at him, ''I am talking about Lin, and basically any other man that I have ever come in contact with, they all suddenly get called away or distracted by something and you are always around when that happens, and Lin, we talked every single day and suddenly one day he starts avoiding me like the plague!'' You exclaimed in a tone you maybe should not have used, you realized your words and your throat felt closed up, you heartbeat increased rapidly and you hoped you were not visibly sweating. ''What exactly are you accusing me of.'' He lowered his head to to yours, the glass in the helmet showing you your own nervous and trembling reflection. ''N-nothing sir, I-I am sorry, sir..'' Your voice was shaking and you swore he just chuckled again, you could slightly make out the shape of his eyes behind the glass of his helmet. He stepped away from you raising his head back up. ''You are not wrong, you know? Maybe I scared some of them off a little.'' He shrugged, his back was turned to you as he walked to the other side of the room, you quickly followed. ''Wait what? excuse me sir but why would you do that?'' he came to a sudden halt and you almost crashed into his back, he spun back around. ''Because they were not worthy.'' You felt, flattered? Somehow? But angry at the same time, you were angry at him for turning away your chances at any type of relationship with anybody on the ship, but you were also flattered that Kylo Ren, Supreme Leader Kylo Ren, was this invested in you, that he cared about you this much. ''Then who is worthy?'' You asked him, he sighed all he wanted to tell you was that it was him, he was worthy, he wanted you, he wanted to tell you he heard all your thoughts about him, every single one and that all he wanted to do was fulfill them, but you were just... too young. ''Sir?'' You placed your hand on his arm and he quickly shook his arm to get your hand off. ''No, do not touch me.'' He shook his head taking a step back from you. ''But why, sir?'' The way the word 'sir' rolled so smoothly off your tongue drove him crazy, he wanted nothing more than to have you, to kiss you, to touch you. ''I know how you have been thinking about me, your thoughts, they are so loud, so loud, but I am sorry, I cannot answer to them, you are too young.''
It stung, like a knife to the heart it stung, Supreme Leader Kylo Ren, the man you had been lusting over for so long, he confirmed it, you were too young, but you were determined, now that you knew how he thought about you, you needed it, you needed him. ''I know im young, sir, but my mind is well beyond my years.'' You tried to persuade him, he turned his back to you and right when you thought you were being rejected, you heard a low hissing sound, his hand went up to his head, they grabbed his helmet and slowly raised it from his head. You saw his dark hair falling out from the helmet he then placed next to him on the conference table. He slowly turned around and you were met with his dark brown eyes, those piercing eyes, they looked down at you as he stepped closer, It was like you remembered, the eyes, the hair, the nose, the lips and the long scar, all you could think about was where it ended. A low chuckle emitted from his full, plush lips ''Your thoughts are so loud.'' He stepped closer to you, his gloved hand reached up to your face, caressing you cheek with the rough leather. ''But I cannot, I cannot corrupt your pure soul.'' You placed your hand on top of his, feeling just how big it was. ''You could not corrupt me even if you tried.'' You smirked at him, your confidence was radiating, you had this opportunity now and there was no way you were going to let it slip. Kylo's eyes went wide, he was shocked at your sudden confident attitude, his lips formed into a smirk and he grabbed your face with the hand resting on your cheek, he pulled your face towards his own and without a second thought he crashed his lips onto yours, you were soon to kiss him back and before you knew it you were half-sitting half-laying down on the conference room's table with Kylo between your legs hungrily kissing your lips.
''Your thoughts, your desires, your fantasies.'' He said inbetween kisses. ''I want to fulfill them all.'' He bit at your lip before moving his kisses down to your jawline and from your jawline to your neck, biting, sucking, licking, doing whatever he pleased. 'He continued speaking dirty words and sweet praise inbetween licks and bites, the only noises coming from you being whimpers and moans. ''You sound.. so sweet.'' He commented before pulling away from your neck causing you to whimper, he grabbed the bottom of your shirt lifting it up over your head, he stuck out a hand and an invisible pair of hands unclasped and removed your bra, an interesting use of the force for sure. H e took in the image of your naked boobs, still trying to process that this was really happening. He slowly extended his hand to one of your boobs, massaging it, looking up at you for any confirmation, you gave him a nod and he attached his lips to your nipple, sucking and licking at whilst massaging the other one, you tried to keep quiet not knowing if the room was any form of soundproof. Kylo pulled away from your nipple and was on his way to your pants before a swift sound came from behind you, you turned your head and saw the big doors had opened and General Hux stood in the doorway, he quickly turned to look away and you picked up your clothes and got dressed almost in an instant. Kylo did not seem to be affected by the situation at all simply stating ''we will continue our meeting later, I think General Hux needs me.'' He looked down at you giving you a wink, your cheeks heated up and you quickly scurried off past General Hux desperately trying to avoid eyecontact.
You could not wait for later.
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| So, So, Right | final part
Stepbro! Anakin × innocent reader
18+ MDNI
Warnings: smut, inappropriate relationships, oral sex, public/semi-public, demeaning/condescending words toward reader, fingering, dom/sub dynamics, dd/lg dynamics (implied), daddy kink, unprotected PIV
Info: Modern AU, Anakin is whipped, Anakin literally worships the ground you walk on, reader is accidentally a brat, reader has oral fixation
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Those words tumbled out of Anakin’s mouth in a way you thought impossible, the possessive tone in his voice was almost enough to have you cum all over again. You buffered, unsure of how to answer, unsure if you could actually speak right now. All you could do was nod aggressively and hope that was answer enough for him.
He let loose a wicked smile, soaking in the powerful feeling from the way your body responded to him. Your eyes dilated beyond belief, your bottom lip tucked behind your top row of teeth, your hips rolling that tight little cunt against him.
“Alright, c’mon puppy don’t beg.” He chuckled, making fun of the way you struggled to tell him YES.
Achingly slow he plunged one thick finger back into your warm heat, sucking air through his teeth as if he were the one getting pleasured. Languidly thrusting before gently introducing another finger. You whimpered at the slight stretch, your legs involuntarily try to push you away from him. Once the weight of him settled into you he rocked his hand back and forth, watching every movement his hand made between your legs.
“This okay babydoll?” He looked up to you, mild concern on his face.
“Hurts Ani.” You whined, gasping as he put pressure against - that - spot deep within you.
“Gotta relax,” he whispered, lowering himself back between your legs.
You expected him to reintroduce his tongue to work in tandem with his fingers, but he didn’t. Instead he used his free hand to apply much needed friction on your clit with his calloused thumb. Immediately causing you to flutter around his fingers, drawing out a whimper from his throat.
“Patient, patient, - fuck -“ he moaned, feeling you clamp down harder this time, seemingly telling himself to have patience, not you.
“Feelin’ good aren’t you princess?” He asked, looking up at you from between your plush thighs.
“Uh huh.” You sniffled, bringing both hands up to hide your face. “Please, Ani I need more please.”
“Think you can take it baby girl?” He rose to his knees, dragging his fingers out of your cunt with a scissoring motion.
“I can! I can do it!” Your hands reach out to him, and he gladly takes both of them into his one large palm, lovingly squeezing them for your comfort.
“Just a little bit more, just one more,” when his fingers re-entered, he had added another.
Sucking air through your teeth you dug your nails into his palm. Fighting the urge to close your thighs around his hand, stopping him from completing his slow descent into your pussy.
“I know princess, I’m sorry.” He whined, coming down to hold you close to him.
Releasing your hands so he could pull you against his chest, securing you in place. One leg trapped between two of his to prevent you from squirming out of reach. Your whimpers made his cock throb against your abdomen, shooting a jolt of lightning straight to your cunt and giving you just a second of relief.
Anakin watched as your face flickered from hurt to pleasure, leaning in to lick your tears away. After giving you a moment to adjust he pumped his thick digits back and forth in your wet heat, lewd slick sounds echoing in the room along with your panting breath. He took note of the way you were sucking on your bottom lip, and wanted to give you a better option.
“Here, you just bite down on my shoulder.” He encouraged you, “need something to keep that mouth busy don’t you darlin’?”
You whined a soft “Yes.” Into the crook of his neck before sinking your teeth into the muscles flesh.
He groaned, bucking against your hip in search of friction. Anakin was in pain, not from your teeth, but from his weeping cock. Precum had leaked out continuously, leaving a wet spot on his checkered boxers. Without even looking he knew that his cock was an angry red, he wouldn’t last long when he finally was able to seat himself to the hilt inside the velvet walls of your perfect cunt.
Your whimpers had turned to pleasurable moans just moments ago, and Anakin’s selfish need for release made him ask for more.
“Baby?” He whispered making you release your death grip on his shoulder.
“Ani?” You questioned, furrowing your eyebrows when his fingertips brushed against a particularly sensitive area.
“Do you think you can take me?” His head dropping to your chest, nuzzling against your hardened nipple.
“I- I don’t know.” You responded, wrapping your arms around his shoulders.
“I can’t wait any more babydoll, s’hurting me.” He groaned, reluctantly breaking your embrace to kneel between your legs.
He kept up his movements to caress your gummy insides while pulling down his boxers, allowing his angry and swollen cock to slap against his stomach.
“Oh Ani-“ you gasped, he was huge, thick and veiny. “I can’t. It’s too much.”
His eyes flickered between his hand cupping your cunt and your shocked expression.
“I’ll be so gentle,” he cooed, “it’ll only hurt for minute.”
He lined himself up with your entrance, slowing his hand’s movement. You were torn between your need to please him, and self preservation, he was going to split you in half. But, he was your Ani, your favourite person in the world, if he said it’s gonna be okay, then it’ll be okay.
“Oh-okay, I can do it.” You nodded, hands gripping the sheets in preparation.
He traded his fingers for the very tip of his cock so quickly you’d think he would die if he waited much longer. The groan he let out was almost pained, his teeth clenched and his eyebrows knitted together, as if it were more painful for him than it was for you.
The creamy coating of your waiting cunt wet the head of his angry cock. You could not only feel the way each breath he took made his dick pulse, but you could also feel just how warm he was. A pant of guilt washed over you, knowing it was your fault he was hurting so badly.
“Deep breath dollface,” he warned, “just breathe.” Planting a caring kiss on your forehead as the tip breached your entrance.
His forearms resting on either side of you allowed you to claw at his biceps, holding on for dear life and he split you wide open. Tears flowed down your cheeks and you sniffled to keep more at bay.
“That’s my good girl,” whimpering encouragement for you. “Doing so good, so so good f’me babydoll.”
“Wa-wanna be good for you daddy.” You hiccuped.
“Fuckin’ shit.” His hips went slack for a second causing him to accidentally push deeper and quicker than he meant to.
You let out a choked sob that pulled at his heartstrings.
“So sorry darlin’, M’sorry.” He cooed, stilling his movement completely. He quickly cupped your burning hot cheek in his palm.
“Too much.” You cried.
“I know, I’m sorry.” He panted, clearly struggling to keep still. “Hold on, I’ll stop.”
He whimpered, trying to ease back out of your abused walls. Your left leg quickly hooking around his waist, holding him still. A look of pure confusion washed over Anakin, he wasn’t sure how to respond. Should he continue? Should he stop? He certainly didn’t want to hurt you, but it’s different if you’re - asking - him too.
“Jus’ try.” You whispered, “I can take it.”
He nodded, eagerly resuming his struggle to fully sheath himself in you, he was barely halfway. He left his position over you in favor of kneeling between your legs, knowing he’d be less likely to repeat his mistake this way. His eyes glued to the spot where his thick cock was being enveloped by your poor little cunt.
He left one hand to roam the expanse of your trembling body, the other hesitant to block his view of your body’s connection. He sighed, stilling again momentarily to spit on your red and puffy pussy. The act made you forget the pain for minute as your cunt contracted around him, a wave of slick coating his dick.
His thumb gently circled your clit, adding extra stimulation to make it easier for you. He was keeping completely still save for the involuntary twitch of his greedy cock.
“Gonna move now okay babydoll?” He whimpered, pulling his hips back.
“M’kay.” You sniffled, finding his hand that palmed at your tits so you could squeeze your small fingers around his.
Torturously slow Anakin drew his hips back and forth, fucking into you just halfway. What had felt like a terrible ripping of tissue began to fade into something pleasurable. Keening at his touch you made contact with his glassy eyes and nodded, silently telling him you were ready for more.
He sped up his ministrations on your sensitive bundle of nerves while gently pushing farther into your pussy. His thighs tense against the plush flesh of your own, while you no longer felt pain it seemed that Anakin was struggling to stay sane.
“So fuckin’ tight.” He whimpered, “I can’t.”
His hips stuttered and you watched in awe of the way he closed his eyes and held his breath, composing himself to the best of his ability before continuing. Applying pressure to your nub to distract you from the way he bullied his cock into your folds.
“Just a little more.” he said, almost chanting the words.
You whined at the burning stretch, your pussy fluttering in an attempt to push him out even though you so badly wanted him buried inside you.
“Fuck!” He stopped again, “don’t do that baby, shit.”
“M’sorry Ani.” You moaned.
“S’okay darlin’.” His head dropping so that his chin met his chest.
Your body arched into his touch, his fingers working double time to rub your clit. His cock throbbed within you, causing another involuntary clench of your pussy. Anakin sucked in a breath that sounded more like a hiss.
“Told you not to do that princess.” His voice was calm but spoke in a warning despite the tiny tremble of his lips.
“Sorry Ani, I can’t help it.” You whined, “I’m sorry, don’t stop again please.”
“Shh, shh stop.” He whined, his eyes clamped shut at the sudden pulsing of your walls, his face scrunched in a way that looked painful.
“I’m sorry!” You babbled, your cheeks hot and tear streaked, “M’sorry Daddy, so sorry.”
“God you’ve fuckin’- you,” he slurred, dropping from his kneeling position with both arms now securely under your body, holding you forcefully to his chest.
He groaned, mumbling to himself, his chest heaving with pained shallow breath. “Can’t say that to me right now darlin’ I can’t-“ he moaned again, cutting off his words as you arched into his touch.
“Please don’t stop, feels good now Ani.” You whined, “keep going Daddy please, I’ll be good.”
“Shit you’ve Fuckin’ done it now.” He groaned and you felt his muscles tense, both of his hands flying to your hips to squeeze in a grounding grip. “Gonna cum, I’m-“
He whined, sheathing fully into your abused cunt, “Shit. Good girl, good girl baby. God you’re just so tight, fuck.”
As rope after rope of sticky cum spilled into your throbbing pussy, he fucked his cum into you gently, barely moving at all while he babbled apologies into your neck.
“Oh,” you moaned, enjoying the way his hot seed coated your insides, “oh Ani, oh I love it.”
“What?” He choked out.
“More, I want more.” You whined, wrapping your legs around his hips. “Need your cum.”
The way his eyes widened with awe at your reaction told you he wasn’t at all expecting that to be your response to his little accident. His mouth descended on yours in an aggressive battle for more, more, more.
What was once tiny and tentative strokes gave way to faster, shallow thrusts. Anakin’s lips suctioned to the crook of your neck like he meant to rip your skin and dive into it. The longer he went on, the more pleasurable it became. The better it felt, the easier it was for you to relax and let loose, Anakin felt absolutely exhilarated watching you discover this new side of yourself.
“You like this?” He whispered, nipping your neck.
“Yes.” You trailed off, high pitched whines following as your nails dug into his shoulders.
“Talk to me baby, tell me what you want.” He growled.
“I want-wanna cum.” You whispered.
He grunted, bringing his hand to your chin. You blushed, gasping as he hit a particularly sensitive spot deep within you. “Fuck!” Hands palming his back sporadically as though you were trying not to drown.
“Language baby.” He panted, placing chaste kisses across your cheeks. “Not so innocent anymore are you?”
“Mmm-no.” You shook your head, starting to rock your hips to meet his.
“Look at you, cursing, asking for my cum-shit- wanting me to fuck you full of it huh?” Each thrust getting more aggressive.
“Please, Anakin, I do.”
“Such a fuckin’ dirty girl aren’t you?” He laughed.
“N-no I’m not.” You said, hiccuping.
“Say it.” He demanded, his gaze blazing into your own.
“But-but you said… you wanted me to be good.” You shook your head, confused.
“I know what I said.” He shot back, deepening his strokes. “So be a good girl and tell me how fucking nasty you are.”
“I-I’m dirty.” You whispered.
“Not good enough babydoll.”
“Ani!” You whined, embarrassment creeping in as you tried to hide your face.
He was quick to redirect your gaze back at him, “Don’t you look away from me.”
“M’sorry.” You whimpered, choking back a sob as he drilled into you at a new angle. His large hands splayed across your abdomen, pushing down on your lower stomach.
“See that?” He gripped the hair at the top of your head, forcing you to look at the space beneath his other hand.
“Uh huh.” You choked out.
“Touch it.” He said, not asking as he released your hair only to take your hand in his and press it into the softness of your lower stomach.
The movement of his cock deep within you could be felt from right there under your palm. The world seemed to fade farther and farther away with each time you felt his balls slap your ass.
“You like the way my cock feels don’t you?” He asked, taunting you.
“Y-yes.” You nodded, eyebrows knitted together as the bed shook.
“You like the way it feels when I fucked my cum in you?” He grinned.
“Yes!” You whined louder, pussy clenching down on him.
“You wanna cum on my cock and make me proud don’t you pretty girl?”
“Yes! Yes!” You nodded, the white hot coil in your stomach growing tighter and tighter with every demeaning syllable from his plump lips.
“So make Daddy proud, and tell me you’re a dirty little cumslut. Okay?” He growled.
“I’m-“ you sniffled, the humiliation so deliciously mean, “I’m a dirty cumsult.”
“See? Good girls listen, and good girls get what they want.” He laughed, bringing his fingers to your clit to furiously roll between his pointer finger and thumb.
Your back arched off the bed, hands tangling in his hair as you fought to breathe. Your vision blurring and the sounds of the room turning to white noise as lightening shot through you. A scream ripped from your throat, and you were too out of it to even comprehend that Anakin had shoved his fingers into your mouth to quiet you.
A hot liquid dribbled down your inner thighs, the next audible words you could hear were praises from Anakin.
“Oh look at you baby,” he cooed watching your bruised lips suck his fingers while your eyes rolled back in your head. “Taking Ani’s big cock so well.”
He moaned, rolling his hips against your mound, letting his dick soak up your cum.
“So proud of you princess, you did so good.” His voice soft and sweet as he brushed your hair from your face.
“Y’know I don’t mean those things right?” He whispered. “I just like to make you blush.” He nipped your nose.
“I k-know” you hiccuped.
“Did I hurt you too much?” He asked, still gently rocking into you.
“No Ani. It felt good.” You admit, wrapping your arms around his shoulders you felt his muscles twitch under your soft skin.
He laughed softly, catching your lips between his, whispering, “Want me to do it again?”
You blushed hiding your face in his neck, nodding against his sweaty skin. He held his hips flush to yours, rolling them in circles and creating a new sensation for you, his pubic hairs brushing over your clit every so often.
“Can I- um.” You giggled in his ear, “can I try?”
“You?” He pulled back, surprised you’d ask. “You want to try riding me?”
“Can I?” You asked sweetly.
“Where’d you learn that?” He squeaked, laughing. “I’m calling Ashley.”
“No!” You giggled, smacking his shoulders before leaning in to whisper, “I read it in Cosmo.”
He let out a gasp, “That’s it! I’m screening everything you read and watch from now on.”
EPILOGUE
“Look what I got in the mail!” You waved a thick envelope in front of Anakin’s face, watching him try not to choke on his lunch.
“Did you open it yet?” He mumbled through a mouth full of food.
��I was waiting for you,” you grinned, slipping your finger under the seam and ripping the envelope open.
You eagerly took out the papers, scanning them for the one line of words that could make or break your happy attitude.
“Oh my god.” A smile gripping your cheeks, “oh my god look! Look right here! I got in!”
You pointed to the acceptance letter and Anakin tossed aside your papers, leaning over the car console to tug you into his arms. He squeezed and peppered your cheeks with kisses, and as he pulled back you could’ve sworn you saw a little tear escape down his face.
“I’m so proud of you, see? I knew you’d get in.” He held his arms out as if he were presenting you to a crowd, “Now all we gotta do is find an apartment.”
He leaned in, catching your lips on a passionate kiss while his hands cupped your face.
You giggled as Anakin packed you across the threshold of your brand new apartment, a cute little shared space near his -and now your-college campus. He watched as you excitedly touched and inspected everything in sight.
Anakin had some of his lacrosse friends help him move everything in a few days prior. He had said ‘I’m not letting you sleep on a mattress on the floor. Don’t pout, I’ll have everything set up soon and then I’ll come get you okay doll face?’
No one knew of your less than normal step-sibling status here, you were free to do as you pleased. You didn’t have to worry about pop-ins from Obi-Wan or your mother seeing as how the campus was three hours away from your hometown. They didn’t even bat an eye when they were told you had switched schools and were planning on living together, they even seemed excited, glad that you would keep each other out of trouble.
Anakin came up behind you, snaking his arms around your waist and resting his chin atop your head. Swaying your body against his to a silent song, leaning down to plant a sloppy kiss on your exposed neck.
Anakin held both your hands in his, looking out over the pier he’d brought you to for a late afternoon date.
“Listen, I know things won’t always be easy. I know that it will be painful to pretend we’re something else when we visit back home.”
He turned back to you, “But most importantly, I know that I love you.”
He slowly lowered himself to one knee, pulling a tiny velvet box from his jacket pocket. A tearful grin on his sun kissed cheeks.
“We might never get a real wedding, but that’s not gonna stop me from asking,” he opened the box to reveal a teeny tiny pendant, one you’d seen before not so long ago.
“Will you marry me?”
Tears clouded your eyes as you vigorously agreed, throwing yourself down and into his arms.
You giggled as he placed the dainty necklace across your skin, fumbling with the little clasp on the chain. Once it was secured he pressed a small kiss to the nape of your neck.
“This was my moms wedding band. I had it melted down and re-shaped about a week or so after we met.” He blushed, embarrassed.
“It’s gorgeous.” You gasped, running your fingers over where it sat in the dip at the bottom of your throat.
“You’re gorgeous.” He whispered, pulling you into his chest.
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Hey anon, thanks so much for your request! Love this so much🫶🏼✨
Your eyes slowly flutter open as the sun shines through the window and the light linen curtains. As your eyes just to the light you roll over towards Anakin. He's fast asleep with the white covers just below his waist, leaving his toned torso exposed as the sunlight hits it.
You decide to stay in bed for a bit and have a lie in with Ani as he's sleeping so peacefully. You snuggle up to his muscly chest right where his heart beats... you slowly take in the sound of his heart beats as his chest rises and falls. You feel yourself drifting off again when you hear a very deep sleepy voice.
"morning beautiful" Anakin says as he wraps his arms around you and pulls you into his warm embrace.
"morning Ani, did I wake you? You were sleeping so peacefully." you say as you trail your fingers up and down his toned abs.
"no you didn't, but I wouldn't mind if you did" he says as he leans down and plants a kiss on the top of your head. "you comfy there baby?" he ask, you can feel him smiling.
"no, I'm not actually" you tease as you sit up in the bed before he pulls you back down.
"I like it baby, I want you to stay In bed with me" he admits, making you blush as you lay back down onto his warm chest.
"ok Ani, I'll stay, as long as you cuddle me like this all day..."
"I was planning on it beautiful" he says as he leans down and plants a passionate kiss onto your soft lips.
This was too cute to write, just imagine him🤤… request are open so send any you have via the ask button <33
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