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charliedawn · 1 year

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How would they react if you kissed their scars ?

Vincent had remained with the mask for so long, it had become part of your everyday life.

You had never questioned it...not until you walked into his bedroom one day and found that Vincent had not yet put on his mask.

He hadn't heard you come in—too focused on his latest piece of art.

So, you made sure not to disturb him as you looked at his new 'piece'.

You shivered. You really didn't want to be thinking about the poor guy trapped underneath the wax.

So, you focused back on Vincent instead.

The bad part of his face was not completely facing you, but you could make out the disfigured part he wanted to hide...It broke your heart.

"...Vinny ?"

You called him and Vincent's eyes widened in shock at the sight of you and he hurried to reach for his mask, but you were quicker.

You grabbed the mask and took a couple of steps back.

Vincent didn't understand what you were doing until you placed a soft kiss on the interior of the mask and finally put it back on him.

He let you and his breath hitched as he saw the genuine smile on your face.

"You're very handsome...Don't let the mask fool anyone."

He was stunned.

Truth was, Vincent had worn this mask all his life and had never thought for a second that anyone would call him 'handsome' in his life.

It brought tears to his eyes as he suddenly hugged you and buried his face in the crook of your neck.

His new piece of art left unattended as he asked you to kiss that part of his face again and again...his mask slipping off in the process.

But, he was too happy to care.

Now, Jason is the insecurity boy.

He hates that he's tall, hates his face, hates his clumsiness...

But, whenever he would be with you, his insecurities seemed to wither into nothingness.

He still had problems with leaving the mask behind though. People used to call him awful things and even though he had partially healed with time, the pain was still there.

So, when you walked in when he was getting ready—he almost fell backwards and covered his face with his hands.

"LEAVE ! GET BACK !"

He was afraid and screamed when you tried to touch him—only for you to fight against every single survival instinct in your body and hug him tightly.

"...Ssh...It's alright. You don't need to be afraid. I love you. Your face doesn't change that."

Jason was shocked at your words and he gripped the fabric of your shirt tightly to hide his face and not let you see him cry.

He held you like you were his only lifeline, and maybe you were.

Now, Bo is a whole other story.

He doesn't like physical affection.

But, you still wanted to show him that you loved him.

So, as he was working on a car, you asked for a tool. He was so focused on his task, he absent-mindedly obeyed and just gave you one of his tools to keep you happy—not expecting you to take his hand instead.

You stroked the damage skin on his wrist and looked up at Bo who seemed uncharacteristically quiet, no longer focused on the car.

You then pressed your lips to the scars around his wrists and his eyes followed your movement with baited breath.

He suddenly retrieved his hand, as if burnt by the sensation alone.

"What in the carnation do ya think you're doin' ?!"

But you didn't answer.

You only shook your head and grabbed his arm gently to bring it back to your lips.

You peppered it with kisses and Bo licked his dry lips before smiling and closing the gap between the both of you to kiss your forehead.

"...You' really sumthin', ain't ya sugar ?"

In response, you stuck out your tongue cheekily at him and smiled.

However, you didn't expect it when Bo mimicked you and the tip of your tongue touched his.

You took a step back and flushed red as he tipped his hat at you.

"Well, now that we've shared our DNA, I'll go prepare dinner.", he announced before turning away to leave.

"GROSS, BO !", you finally shouted after him—but a small hidden smile tugged at the corner of your lips.

He laughed.

"Yeh yeh. You'll live."

He then hurried out of the house—ignoring the way you tried to call him back.

His own face felt hot and he hurried outside.

~That was dangerous. He almost lost control.

Brahms loved it when you took care of him, he had found a comfortable daily routine with you.

But, of course...You had to become curious.

You waited until he was asleep before slowly creeping into his bedroom to try to remove his mask.

You smiled as you saw his peaceful sleeping face and couldn't resist laying a kiss on his masked cheek.

You then hesitated about your plan. Would he be mad if you took a quick look ?

However, before you could think about it any further, Brahms grabbed your hand and yanked you forward into his arms.

You let out an undignified surprised yelp.

His breath was shallow and you felt so ashamed of having been caught, but he then quickly whispered in your ear.

"Brahms...Likes Y/N...Don't want them to be...afraid..."

Your heart squeezed as you wrapped your arms around him and smiled.

"Brahms has nothing to be afraid of. Y/N will stay with him. Because Y/N loves Brahms."

Brahms' eyes widened at the use of the l-word and his grip on you tightened as he let you take off the mask.

You were speechless for a second and Brahms thought it was because you were horrified and immediately tried to reach for his mask, but you shook your head and threw his mask away.

"...Pretty.", you muttered and kissed his burnt side with tenderness.

His eyes watered and he held you infinitely closer.

He never wanted to let you go.

His mother had called him pretty only once in his life, and he remembered feeling so much happiness from the word alone.

It made him happy and sad at the same time.

Because, it also reminded him of the burns on his face and the fact that his face would never be the same again.

You would never see how pretty he looked back then. You would never see the face he wanted you to see...But, you still found him pretty.

And that made Brahms feel as if you had sown a part of his heart back into place.

Freddy. Freddy doesn't have insecurities. What he does have however is a painful fear of rejection and a huge ego clashing in an eternal battle for dominance.

His ego as the big scary demon and his fear of who he used to be...

He hates his reflection. He would never admit it to you, but you noticed the way he constantly avoided mirrors.

"...Ain't you gonna try to escape ?", he finally asked one day—hiding the true depth of the reason behind the question.

He wanted you to answer yes, so he could completely be overwhelmed by the demon and be done with it.

Freddy used to be a scrawny little nuisance—just good enough for manual work.

He had never been a great scholar, barely made it to high school.

Freddy—the pushover—that's what people used to call him...Well, until he killed them all.

"Nah. Have you seen me running...?", you answered with a small playful grin...But, it didn't work. He frowned and let out a small huff.

"Come on. Don't go all witty on me. Give me a real answer."

You tilted your head quizzically at him. Why the sudden need for an answer ?

He didn't dare look at you in the eye and that's when you understood. Freddy was doing the most Freddy thing.

He was testing you.

He wanted to know if you really stayed because you liked him, or because he was just another mere distraction.

"I'm telling you that I have no intention to run."

You finally told him the truth and Freddy's eyes widened as he crouched in front of you and stared at you—his claws gleaming in the dark.

"Don't you dare lie to me."

"You don't believe me ?"

"Ya just saying stuff...To make me happy.", he muttered under his breath and you gasped at the accusation. That's when you cupped his face and forced him to look you in the eyes again.

"I would never lie to you."

You then kissed him on the lips and his eyes widened at the unexpected action.

"...Here. Is it enough proof for you ?", you asked with a knowing grin and Freddy felt stunned for a second before he chuckled.

"~Maybe.", he smirked and then pulled you closer to him. "Gonna have to get more proof. Just to be sure."

You snorted.

"~Of course."

"Say Myers...Can I see you without the mask ?"

His...mask ? What a strange request...

Now, why would you ask that ?

He tilted his head at you—pondering.

His confusion must have shown as you answered his silent question.

"Well...Every time I see you without it, Michael takes over and I'd like to see you without it."

Myers didn't move for a second and you thought you had offended him or something...But, he then decided to trust you and removed the mask.

You were immediately drawn to his two green eyes that seemed to be boring into the depth of your very soul.

He was handsome, even though a few scars here and there from years of surviving.

You raised yourself on your tiptoes and you saw the momentary panic in his eyes.

He wanted to look away or hide away from your gaze—but couldn't. He only kept staring while you continued examining his features.

You looked each other in the eyes and then, an inexplicable impulse took over you.

You kissed his chin and smiled when you felt him holding you a little closer than necessary—his eyes squeezing shut.

It felt...good.

His beard tickled your face, but you didn't mind. You giggled and hugged him back.

Myers wouldn't cry, but he did feel the need to talk—him who usually never did.

He opened his mouth to say something, but you beat him to it.

"Well ? Aren't you going to return my kiss ?"

You then tapped the side of your face with a small playful smile and Myers couldn't help but smile back.

However, you didn't expect it when he suddenly leaned forward to kiss you on the lips, securing the back of your head with his large hand.

It made you feel safe for a second before he pulled away—all too soon.

He then put back his mask and even though you couldn't see it, you knew he was smiling underneath.

#fandoms #imagine #fanfic #brahms heelsire x reader #jason voorhees x reader #freddy krueger x reader #michael myers x reader #bo sinclair x reader #vincent sinclair x reader #slashers au #slashers

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dilemmaontwolegs · 3 months

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Belle Mort || LN4

AN: this was deep in the archives of abandoned fics but figured I’ll just post it anyway.

Pairing: Lando Norris x vampire!fem!reader

Summary: Your paths weren’t meant to cross - he was a famous driver and your brethren were the thing of myths and nightmares.

Warnings: smut, major character death

He didn’t belong here.

You could only surmise Vinny let him in the club because he knew an easy target when he saw one. Rich, young and handsome - he was ripe for the taking. A part of you knew not to get involved but, unlike your brother, you had a small conscience, especially when it came to the pretty, blue-eyed man who had shared your bed.

Making your way across the busy dance floor of Belle Mort, you snaked between the women who were selling themselves to the richest man one sway of their hips at a time. You slapped away roaming hands that tried to pull you into their laps and glared at the men until they looked away with wounded egos.

Your brother spotted the target and you stepped lightly in your high heels as you dodged the revellers, finally making it in front of the handsome man. “Qu'est-ce que tu fais, garçon perdu?”

Lando smirked as he cast his eyes over your body, the tight fitted dress hiding very little of the body he knew intimately. “I don’t speak French.”

“I know.”

His hand caught your waist and pulled you closer, his lips brushing your cheek. “You didn’t call me.”

You rolled your eyes at the need that laced his words, but it would have been a lie to say you hadn’t thought about it. You had even kept his number when you should have deleted it. Your worlds were so far apart you didn’t see the point in making it more than a one night stand, it was safer that way. “I know. Find another bar.”

“I like this one.” His hand tightened and his thumb brushed over your ribs, tracing the curve under your breast. His smirk grew as he felt your ribs expand with the sharp intake of air you took.

“You’ve never been here before.”

“How do you know that?”

“Because I own it.”

“Co-own, dear sister,” Nix added as he stepped to your side. “And if Lando wants to party then who are we to deny him.”

You narrowed your eyes at your brother. “It’s bad for business.”

“Why? Because you mixed it with pleasure,” he laughed as he ruffled your hair, cracking your neck as he pushed you away to leer at the man himself. “I can see the appeal. No one can deny you have good taste, it’s just a shame you always leave them broken.”

“What’s he talking about?” Lando asked as he helped keep you steady from your brother's push.

“Nix has always been jealous of me, haven’t you?” you taunted him. “Always wanted my dolls for himself.”

Nix’s jaw ticked and if the music wasn’t so loud you probably could have heard a tooth break. “Shouldn’t you be working?”

“I’m on a break,” you stated, catching Lando’s attention as you grabbed his wrist and started to drag him to your office before freezing. Your hand met bare skin and you held your hand out to your brother. “Give it back. Now.”

Nix rolled his eyes but reached into his pocket to return the watch he had easily lifted from Lando. The glass and diamond face slapped into your palm but you curled a brow at him and cleared your throat, waiting for the rest.

“You really used to be more fun,” he grumbled as he returned Lando’s wallet too. “Don’t worry, the condom is still in there.”

“And the cash?”

“I don’t think that is really your worry, but yes, cash too.”

Nix disappeared into the crowd and even you found it difficult to trace his movements but he was one of the fastest vampires you knew.

“Interesting family you have,” Lando commented as the music was cut off with your office door.

“You should be more careful,” you warned as you slid the security chain onto the latch. “This side of town could get a guy like you killed.”

“A guy like me?” he asked as he accepted the whiskey you poured, neat. “Handsome?”

“Well known,” you corrected, despite his knowing smirk. Of course you found him handsome, or else you wouldn’t have let him fuck you in the bathrooms of another nightclub in the city. You had a business meeting, with a wolf no less, and the owner had left you displeased, so you found another form of pleasure in his den. “Where you go, pictures are taken. That is bad for my business.”

Who knew what illegal activities those pictures or videos might capture and be uploaded. Voices had been silenced for less in the dark alleys around the club - but the bodies were never found.

Lando took a sip as he weighed your words of warning, but it didn’t stop him wanting to go another round with you. He knew you were different from the moment he saw you. Determination and strength rolled off you as you stalked through the club to a door labelled ‘staff only’. A different look of determination had been seen when you emerged, scanning the crowd for someone to use - he had come to the club for the same reason.

“I can be invisible, when I want to be,” he promised as he followed you to the desk you leaned back on, crossing your heeled ankles in front of you. He placed the glass on the wood beside you and smelt the smooth spirit on his breath when he kissed the corner of your lips. “But I wanted you to notice me, again.”

His hand ran down your thighs and your ankles uncrossed. He took the space given and parted your legs so he could step between them and steal your moan with his kiss. His tongue parted your lips with the same confidence he parted your legs and he hummed when your hands slipped under his shirt, your nails dragging down his spine.

“I’m going to fuck you on your desk and every time you have a meeting here you will think of me.”

Desire pooled between your thighs at the promise and when his fingers found your body bare beneath the dress he felt it slick and warm. “You like that idea don’t you?” he chuckled in your ear, the deep timber of his gravelled voice making you clench around his fingers before they withdrew from you. “Turn around.”

For a woman who considered herself to be the bossy one, you were quick to follow his instruction and it didn’t go amiss from the smirk on his face. “I don’t remember you being this demanding last time,” you said over your shoulder, feeling the air on your skin as he pushed your dress up over your hips.

“That’s because you looked like you needed it more than me.” He flipped his wallet open and pulled the condom out, tearing through the foil packaging before rolling it down his hard length. With one swipe of his arm he cleared space on your desk and started to push you down before he changed his mind and spun you to face him. “Actually, I want to see your face when I make you come.”

The mahogany wood was hard under your ass and you spread your knees for Lando to step between. His cock pressed to your entrance and he watched your lips part as he slowly began to stretch you, inch by inch, until he was fully sheathed inside you.

“You’re going to call me, aren’t you?” he asked with the teasingly slow retreat he made. He stopped just short of leaving you empty and made no move to fill you again. “I’m not going to fuck you until you answer me.”

You tried to shuffle your hips closer but he held them tight and your feet were off the ground so you couldn’t move, not without revealing your unnatural strength. Finally a frustrated sound left your lips and he smiled triumphantly when you agreed. “Now would you please fuck me?”

He answered with the snap of his hips and you moaned in unison as he filled you completely. The computer screen came to life and the mouse moved with the rocking desk and the cup of pens tipped over, scattering among the mess he had already made. Stars danced across your vision and your body pulsed with the deep bass that made it through the soundproof door.

“Lando,” you moaned as you tipped his head back, baring his neck as you felt your canines elongating behind your lips. The throb of his rapid pulse invited you to taste him and you dragged your nose over the vein, inhaling the rich scent hidden beneath his cologne. “You shouldn’t have come here.”

He shivered as your teeth grazed his skin but he was too far gone in his pleasure to question the sharp points. Just a little sip, you told yourself.

Lando gasped as pain flared, but just as quickly as it came it bled to a burn that felt better than any high he had ever had. He couldn’t breathe as you sucked at the puncture wounds, filling your belly with the same need you had for his cock.

He couldn’t explain how he found himself sat on the couch in your office with you on his lap, he had only blinked. You were high on him, making silly errors like using your speed and strength carelessly. You weren’t new to this life, but you were acting like it with him.

“Why did you come here?”

His head fell back and his eyes closed as you took your pleasure in riding him. He couldn’t think, there was only the tight feeling in all his muscles as his orgasm threatened to shatter him beneath you. “Just wanted you,” he choked as he bucked his hips up to meet you. “Again.”

You cried out as your climax peaked and Lando followed, unable to hold back with how tight you felt around him. Your head spun as the high receded, but you wanted more - it was the curse of immortality, you always wanted more.

You turned his head and struck again, lapping at the twin lines of life blood running down his collar. Cursing inwardly, you realised you were taking too much, you always took too much when you played with your food. Lando’s eyes fluttered shut and his breathing laboured, his skin fading before your eyes. Nix was right, you always left them broken.

“Fuck,” you growled at the thought of losing another man. Tearing the skin from your wrist you made what was possibly the second biggest mistake of your life, the first would always be asking for this life. Your blood was thicker and darker than his, staining his lips as you squeezed it out before the wound could heal.

“Wake up…” You prayed you weren’t too late, the seconds ticking by with quiet reassurance that time would continue to move on even if Lando never did again.

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Nix crashed through the office door as dawn approached and the club closed. His black eyes found Lando’s body on the couch and a sneer carved across his lips. “What a waste.”

You barely lifted your head from your hands as you sat at your desk. You had felt lethargic from a full belly and drained veins. “I didn’t mean to.”

“You never do,” he snickered. “There will be people looking for him, I’ll have Vinny dump him in the marina - another rich boy who partied too hard.”

Lando gasped as he jolted upright, his eyes ringed red from the transformation, and a war waged within you. Rage exuded from Nix as he realised the danger you had put the entire coven in and his features sharpened as his fangs pierced his lips. “You would bring the Council down on our heads, sister?”

“I said I didn’t mean to. I just couldn’t stand to see another die because of my weakness.”

“I would rather you have just killed him.” Nix pinched the bridge of his nose in frustration. To change a human required petitioning to the Council, and permits were rarely given this century - and certainly not to those well known. People tend to notice when someone doesn’t age at the same rate: Jennifer Anniston, Cillian Murphy, Paul Rudd, Joseph Gordon-Levitt. Those half breeds could get away with it for a little longer but they would soon be faking their own deaths to keep the secret of their heritage.

“Take him to the mountains,” Nix said as he crossed the room to where Lando writhed in pain on the carpet, the transition destroying his delicate human cells for something much more robust. “I’ll tie up the loose ends here.”

Nix took the car keys from Lando’s pocket and checked his watch. There was still enough time before dawn came to wreck the car off the cliffs and into the French Riviera. When the car was found empty they would assume his body was carried out to sea. Lando Norris was dead. Lando de Belle Mort had risen.

#lando norris fanfic #lando norris imagine #lando norris x reader #vampire!reader #f1 fanfic #f1 imagine #formula one imagine #formula 1 fanfic #formula one fanfiction

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cosmicanakin · 4 months

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morning muse.

pairing. vinnie hacker x female reader.

outline. you wake before vinnie one morning, deciding you want to photograph his adorable sleepy form with your new polaroid camera he gifted you, resulting in lazy morning cuddles and kisses.

contains. fluff, kissing, & cuddling.

authors note. my drafts are full of half-finished wips. oops. i'll try my best to get them out soon! ◝(ᵔᗜᵔ)◜

warm morning light filters through the window as you start to stir from sleep. blinking awake, you take in vinnie’s still-dozing form next to you, chest rising and falling steadily. a lazy smile tugs at your lips as memories of christmas day surface - exchanging gifts by the tree, vinnie presenting you with the vintage polaroid camera you’d been eyeing for months.

your fingers itch to try it out as you take in vinnie’s handsome, relaxed features. his curls falls gently over his eyes, lashes fluttering lightly in dreams. you just have to capture this moment.

carefully slipping out of the bed so as not to disturb him, you retrieve the camera from your dresser. climbing back onto the mattress, you slowly straddle vinnie’s lap, holding the camera up to frame the shot. but as you go to press the button, vinnie stirs from underneath you with a sleepy hum.

“good morning, sleepyhead,” you greet him softly, brushing his hair back tenderly. vinnie blinks up at you, taking a moment to focus before smiling drowsily. “morning, baby. what’re you up to?” he rumbles, voice husky from sleep. you lift the camera briefly.

“just wanna get some shots of you while you’re all cozy. is that okay?” you ask sweetly. vinnie chuckles, stretching below you like a contented cat. “you sure know how to wake a guy up. go ahead, beautiful, do your thing.”

grinning, you angle the camera down to capture your view—vinnie gazing up at you adoringly with sleepy eyes and bedhead, arms folded casually behind his head. when it prints, vinnie peeks at the square photo emerging.

“not bad for a first shot,” he notes appreciatively. thrilled, you take a few more pictures from above; vinnie flashing lazy smiles and smug smirks, winking playfully in one. after the third print develops, you line them up on the nightstand with care.

“thank you for being my early morning muse, babe,” you coo, planting a kiss on his scruffy cheek. vinnie hums contentedly, large hands drifting up your bare thighs.

“no problem at all. i think i deserve some morning cuddles now though,” he rumbles cheekily, strong arms wrapping around your waist to flip your positions. vinnie cages you below him, nuzzling your neck. sighing happily, you thread fingers through his messy curls as he trails kisses along your collarbones.

“thank you again for the camera, vinnie. i love it,” you murmur gratefully. vinnie lifts his head, dark eyes glittering warmly. “only the best for my girl. i’m glad you’re getting use out of it already. feel free to photograph me whenever you please,” he teases playfully.

you laugh softly, tracing his defined jaw. “oh i plan to document all your cuddly, sleepy phases. might have to start an album,” you muse. vinnie pretends to groan, burying his face back in your neck. “i think i’ve created a monster,” he mumbles into your skin, making you giggle.

arching into his body heat, you exhaled sharply. “your handy work. now do these morning cuddles include kissing?” you inquire jokingly. vinnie chuckles, hovering over you with a playful smirk. “well, i suppose i could spare some kisses for my favorite girl,” he drawls, dipping in to capture your lips warmly.

you hum happily into the tender kiss, hands sliding up vinnie’s bare back. he holds your face gently between his large palms, slowly deepening the embrace with quiet reverence. you lose track of time drifting peacefully in vinnie’s arms, exchanging sweet caresses and kisses under the golden morning light.

when you finally break for air, vinnie gazes down at you with so much adoration it takes your breath away. brushing back your tousled hair, he presses a lingering kiss to your forehead. “i love you so much, baby. thanks for starting my day off right,” he murmurs against your skin.

beaming, you squeeze vinnie tightly against you. “i love you too, babe. thanks for making every morning with you a gift.” he smiles lovingly, pulling the blankets up cocoon-style to envelope you both protectively. your polaroid camera sits on the nightstand, ready to continue documenting all your cozy mornings together. and with vinnie’s strong, comforting embrace all around you, you drift back to a peaceful doze with eyes full of promise for sweet tomorrows yet to come.

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minjix · 1 year

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omegle.com → Vinnie Hacker x reader

summary: in which a blonde boy with messy hair and tattoos makes you smile.

a/n: so badly written omg :(

warnings: penises are mentioned which basically is omegles trademark lol, + the usual swearing

masterlist

You sighed as the screen turned gray once more after being swore at by a group of teenage girls. You came onto the notorious sight purely out of boredom and a sense of twisted curiosity hoping to have a good chat with a decent human being, but so far you’ve been unsuccessful.

You’ve been called every word under the sun and you could feel your patience wearing thin.

Just as you were about to click off the godforsaken site, a boy appeared in the box under yours.

He was beautiful. His hair, blonde and messy, and his eyes a dark brown, almost appearing black in his lighting.

You both stared wide eyed at each other.

“Hi?” You whispered, you mouth going dry.

He smiled and you swore that you died on the spot.

“Hey.” He chuckled and you found yourself embarrassed when you compared his voice to dark chocolate. He continued and you could only stare, mesmerized by him. “I’m Vinnie.”

“The pooh?” If you could punch yourself, you would. Your eyes turned wide as you started to apologize but his laughter made you stop.

“Yeah, Vinnie the pooh,” He shook his head, his hair swaying from the movement. “that’s a good one,”

“I spell my name with a simple V.” He gave you a heart stopping smile, “what’s your name?” He asked with a glint in his eyes. He relaxed into his seat, waiting for you to speak.

“Y/n, I’m Y/n.” You struggled to speak, his eyes were intense even through the screen.

“Well it’s a pleasure to meet you.” His smile was still very much present and you found yourself growing more relaxed, giving him a smile back.

Yeah, you liked this conversation.

“So how come you’re on here?” He found himself asking, wanting to keep the conversation going.

“Oh!” You looked sheepishly at him, “just wanted someone to talk to,” you began. “You’re the longest conversation I’ve had so far.”

He chuckled again, “well I’m honored, Y/n.”

god, how could someone be so fucking handsome and nice at the same time?

“It’s an honor to meet you too Vinnie,” your smile was still present but it faltered in shock when he raised his arm to run a hand through his hair. “So, how many penises have you seen so far?” He asked playfully, unaware of your gaze on his tattoos.

You snapped yourself out of it with a shy smile. “Too many to count, to be honest.” He shook his head with a sympathetic smile. “It’s been severed into my brain, I’m so glad my roommates haven’t walked in on me with a penis on my screen.” You laughed and nodded your head in agreement.

He sighed and stared straight into his camera. “So what do you do in your free time?” He genuinely wanted to know more.

“I work at a grocery store.” You couldn’t stop smiling. “And when I’m not working I’m at home, and you?”

He blushed, clearing his throat. “I do TikTok’s.” You raised your eyebrows and immediately grabbed your phone. “What’s your handle?”

“vhackerr.” He watched as your face was lit up by your screen, deep in focus as you searched his name.

“Holy shit! Dude, you have 15 million followers!” He laughed at your expression, a proud feeling blossoming in chest. “Yeah,” he bit his lip as your eyes focused on him again.

“Can I get your number?” He asked, feeling timid all of the sudden. You froze. “You don’t have to- I just really enjoy talking to you-“

“Yeah,” you interrupted, clearing you throat to get rid of the rasp. “You can have my number,”

The blonde boy threw his head backwards with a hoot, a grin plastered on his lips. “Thank you!” You laughed out loud and gave him your number.

“Is it cool if I call you instead?”

“Yeah, it’s cool.”

#vinnie hacker #vinnie hacker fluff #vinnie x you #vinnie x y/n #vinnie hacker imagines #vinnie hacker x reader #fluff #vinnie imagines

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ilovemesomevincentprice · 1 month

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Vincent Price as Frederick Loren

The House On Haunted Hill (1959) dir. William Castle

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starscabaret · 1 month

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☆First Date Yandere! Vincent☆

pairing: yandere! Vincent x fem reader

summary: first date and head canons at end

warnings: n/a

authors note:

You opened your window, slowly at first, you sensed no danger but still aired on the side of caution.

“Vincent, I know you’re out here stop being a fucking creep and ask to come in.” You huffed at the poorly hidden lanky man.

He thought you didn’t know he lurked outside of your house staring at you. You knew and instead of being scared and calling the cops like you probably should have … you oddly found it endearing.

“Uhm hey I’m sorry … I just …. I don’t know.” said a red-faced Vincent, as he moved from his hiding spot rubbing the back of his neck nervously.

“Whatever I don’t care, just don’t be outside my house creepin’ like a damn thief in the night.” You said outwardly annoyed even though you really weren’t. You weren’t angry more so curious about his interest in watching you.

After you let him in through your bedroom window, once he stepped inside, he locked it. You then guided him to your living room for a bit of Southern hospitality…. just sweet tea and pound cake for now.

He sat on your couch looking largely out of place but still so handsome to you.

“OK, so what’s your deal? Are you trynna kill me? rape me? date me? what?” You spoke rapid-firing questions, no need to beat around the bush.

“Uh no none of that I’m so sorry y/n, I just, I, I don’t know, I think I’m interested in you.” He stuttered out.

“You think or you know?” you said hand on your hip.

“I want you to like me, I want to make you smile.” Vincent said nervously.

“I think you’re trying to ask me on a date.” You replied.

“Is that what people normally do? Is that what you’d want your man to do for you?” Vincent questioned. He obviously had little to no understanding of dating and romance.

“I believe so, so when and where to?” you asked smiling and smirking.

“Uh can I pick you up tomorrow at 5?” he shyly asked.

“Yes Vinny, now get out, and I better not catch you in my fucking yard again.” You said while shooing him to the door.

After you slammed the door in his face Vincent was mind blown. You hadn’t called the cops. and you two were going on a date.

Since he had laid eyes on you Vincent started googling all kinds of silly childish things like, how to tell if you like someone? does she like me? what is a date?

But now he finally had a date planned and he was freaking out. He knew nothing, and he could not fuck this up. Google could only help him so much… It was time to call his mother and ask for advice.

He really didn’t want to; it was his last resort. His mother would be very dramatic, he was sure. But it was you, he needed all the help he could get so he bit the bullet.

He had never expressed any romantic or sexual interest in anyone, let alone to his mother. But for you, he felt both.

After speaking with his mother on the phone for hours, he felt equipped to court you. It wouldn’t be normal. He wasn’t normal, He couldn’t love you normally. But he could love you. And after his courtship, he wondered if you would love him too.

He knew that his brain was different, and so did his mother, that’s why he wasn’t shocked at his odd attraction to you. He just knew he needed and wanted you. He understood that much.

From what he knew about you from your first encounter to the few conversations you two had during his time working near your home. He found you enchanting. He felt like you were missing something, and he could be all of that. He would be all of that for you.

He knew even more about you from the time he’d spent outside of your house. Yes, it was wrong, but he liked to see your face before he drove home for the evening. If he didn’t, he’d have to wait until you woke up and went on to your porch the next morning. That was too long for him.

The next day when he took you on your date, you wanted nothing more than to take the gentle giant home with you forever.

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yandere! Vincent brought you a bundle of beautiful large white lilies when he knocked on the door to pick you up for your date.

yandere! Vincent held you closer as you hugged him in thanks for the flowers. He looked down at you and used his huge hand to tilt your chin so he could examine your face.

yandere! Vincent opened the door to his car for you and even buckled you in.

yandere! Vincent lets you choose the music, while internally remembering the type of music you enjoyed.

yandere! Vincent held your hand tightly in his as you walked into the restaurant he chose.

yandere! Vincent listened to everything you talked about on your date. When you asked him questions and he answered right away.

yandere! Vincent refuses to leave the restaurant if you don’t pick a dessert. He wouldn’t have one, but he insisted you deserved it.

yandere! Vincent is very nervous if the date is going well, but you keep smiling and it warmed his heart.

yandere! Vincent didn’t want the date to end as he drove you home from your last stop of the night. But he couldn’t think of a way to keep you longer.

yandere! Vincent’s phone rang while he drove, and he asked that you answer it to your surprise. He wouldn’t risk any reckless driving, not while you were in his car.

yandere! Vincent’s mom was on the other side, she audibly gasped when she heard a woman’s voice. She knew right away who you are and she began to embarrass Vinny by saying how much he likes you, how much he talks about you, even the dumb things he did as a kid. By the end of the phone call, you were crying with laughter. His mother was hilarious and kind-hearted. Vinny just drummed his fingers on the steering wheel as he drove, he wasn’t worried about the conversation between you too. Once parked on your street Vincent took his phone and spoke to his mother briefly before hanging up.

yandere! Vincent told you his mother said goodnight and that you are a doll. He walks you to the entrance of your home after unbuckling you and opening your door. When at the door you invite him in. You aren’t ready to leave him either.

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heartsforvin · 2 months

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PICKING FAVORITES

concept inspired by office hours by @lyndys !! go read it if you haven’t (:

pairing; vinnie hacker x fem!reader

warnings; smut, oral ( f receiving), unprotected p in v, cussing, use of pet names, praise kink, slapping, choking, slight fingering, age gap (reader is 20, vinnie is 27), lmk if i missed anything !

summary; everyone around the office thinks you’re the boss’ favorite, what would they think if they found out why?

you’ve been with the company about a month now, and so far everyone and everything was good.

this was your first ever ‘real’ job so it was safe to say you were a bit nervous for the first few weeks.

on your first day you had overheard people in the break room talking about the boss, then one of your coworkers warned you that he can be kind of a hard ass sometimes.

hours later that same day, someone had come to your desk to tell you that the boss wanted to see you.

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knocking softly, you realize the door is slightly open so you push it a bit and peak your head into the room.

“mr hacker,” you say, he looks up and motions for you to walk inside.

he smiles and shakes your hand. “ms l/n, glad i could pull you away from your desk for a bit. wanted to introduce myself to you, didn’t really get a chance earlier.” he tells you.

you nod your head as you listen to every word he’s saying. you watch as his hands move when he speaks, how his eyes slightly gaze down to your low cut shirt, and how handsome he looks in general.

you’ve heard people talk, talk about the boss as if he isn’t who they’re working for. hearing things about how attractive he is, and things of that sort.

looking at him closely, he’s got to be only a few years older than you, not by too much. he definitely is handsome, you can’t argue with that.

“..ms l/n, did you hear me?” shaking you out of your thoughts, you hear him speak.

you smile. “yes, the thing about all the policies, right?”

he nods. “no office romance whatsoever. i can understand you can’t control attraction to others, but it could really hurt both parties in the long run.”

you nod in understanding, taking what he’s saying seriously. you watch as he stands up from his desk and rifles through some papers before walking to the door.

you assume that’s your cue to stand so you do so. you make your way to the door and step out into the threshold. you turn back to the man before you go.

“it was very nice to properly meet you, mr hacker. i look forward to working with you.” you say as you shake his hand.

he stifles out a chuckle before saying. “ vinnie, please. we’re going to be working together often so no need for formality.”

you smile but soon avert your gaze and see one of vinnie’s hands in yours and one on your hip.

clearing your throat, you quickly back up a bit. “i should get back to my desk.”

that was the last thing you said before walking away.

—

ever since that day, you’ve noticed vinnie’s gaze lingers on you more than others. you can’t help but wonder why.

maybe because you’re still a bit new to the company and he’s just trying to be a polite guy and hope you’re finding things okay.

or maybe it’s something else.

you will admit while you listened to him talk that day in his office, you were also a bit distracted by the way his hands moved.

the tattoos on his hands, the veins sticking out at a sudden movement he made, it was all very attractive.

you wondered what he thought of you. if he thought of you.

you know you shouldn’t be having thoughts like this in your head about your boss, but something about him was so addicting, you just needed to know what.

walking to the break room, you saw vinnie in there standing by the coffee pot. part of you wanted to go back to your desk, but the other part wanted you to stay.

you walk in and greet him just like any other day. that day in his office happened a month ago, but yet you still think about it like it happened yesterday.

you wondered if he thought about it too. if he knew what he did, how he touched you, after he had just got done telling you about all those policies.

vinnie turned around and gave you a smile. “doin’ alright?” he asked as he took a sip out of his mug.

you nodded. “yeah, thank you.” you returned the smile.

it was quiet for a moment as you waited for your snack from the vending machine to drop. once it did, you grabbed it and started to head back to your desk.

“y/n,” vinnie called out, making you stop and turn to face him. “can you be in my office in an hour?” he asked.

you nodded. “i got a few things to do of my own but yes, i’ll be there.” you replied.

—

the hour had passed and you had finished up your work. you made your way up to vinnie’s office just like he asked.

once reaching the door, you push it open a bit and make it known you’re there.

“what’d you want to see me about?” you ask as you shut the door and make your way to sit at the chair in front of his desk.

you watch his gaze lower once again so you follow, pulling your shirt over your chest a bit to cover up.

it had gotten hot in the area your desk is at and you had unbuttoned your shirt a bit, not thinking it’d be a big deal.

vinnie leans his forearms against his desk so he’s leaning over it a bit. “it’s come to my attention that there’s been some employee’s spreading false information about you?”

your whole body goes still at that. you remember hearing some people in the break from weeks ago talk about you.

saying how you got a raise three weeks into working at the company all because you slept with the boss. or how vinnie’s picking favorites because he spends more time checking up on you instead of everyone else.

you clear your throat. “w-what have you heard?” you ask. there’s no way he hasn’t heard about the rumors of you and him sleeping together.

watching him carefully, vinnie leans back in his chair and folds his arms over his chest.

“rumors about us.” the us word seemed so intimate in that moment. you saw vinnie’s demeanor change, the tone in his voice becoming lower.

you sit up straight. “us? like me and you?” once you said it, it was obvious he meant the two of you.

he nods. “ mhm,” he breathes. he stands up now and its like the whole mood in the room changed. you watched as he walked around and sat on the desk, right in front of you.

“rumors like you getting that raise only because you slept with me, and now i’m picking favorites.” vinnie tells you.

you scoff, not at him but at the rumors. it pissed you off when you heard it the first time, hearing it the second just made you angry.

the thought of sleeping with the man had crossed your mind though. he was hot, of course you’re gonna have thoughts like that.

“is that what you want, y/n?” you hear vinnie speak again, you glance up at him while he looks down at you.

“want what, mr hacker?” you think you know what he means so you decide to play along.

the mood in the room has definitely changed now, you watch vinnie’s eyes darken as he reaches your hand to your thigh.

his touch is like fire to your skin, you mentally curse yourself for wearing a skirt today.

“you know what, ms l/n,” he says. “do you want that rumor to be true?”

your mouth goes dry as you feel his breath against your ear and his hand travel higher up on your thigh.

you had thought about it, and you’ve always loved an older man no matter what.

leaning back in the chair, you try to get away from his touch but vinnie doesn’t allow it.

“i see the way you look at me, i have no doubt there’s some not so innocent thoughts goin’ on in that pretty little head of yours.” he tells you.

he’s right. after everyday you two have either been in close proximity, you can’t help but think about nasty thoughts about the man.

you nod your head. “that’s what i thought,” vinnie pushed off his desk and made his way to the door. “this is our little secret, you understand?”

hearing the door lock, all you can do is nod with a sweet smile. vinnie makes his way back to you, circling around you until he sits back on his desk.

you watch as he man leans over and gives you the same smile you did.

“you wanna tell me all those thoughts you have, or you wanna act ‘em out, hmm?” vinnie hums as he watches you clench your thighs together.

you stand up, finally gaining confidence to actually speak more than a word or two to the man. when you stand, vinnie pushes the chair you were just in out of the way, grabbing you by the waist to pull you into him.

he stands up, making you back up slightly. before you know it, the man has you so you’re the one against his desk now.

vinnie lifts you by your thighs onto his desk. he pushes you back a bit so he can slot himself between your legs.

with his hands on your waist and yours around his neck, you can’t help but lean in and kiss him.

vinnie meets you and captures your lips in his, the grip on your waist tightens as he tries to pull you closer to him.

“fuck, you’re so pretty, baby,” vinnie whispers against your lips once the two of you pull apart. he moves down to your neck, peppering kisses and marking the exposed skin.

you lean your head back to give him more access, moaning when you feel him suck the sensitive part of your skin.

he moves the collar of your shirt to give himself more access to your skin. before you know it, he’s ripping your shirt off and you’re left in your bra and skirt.

you watch as he moves his hands to grab your tits, he squeezes them through the clothing before asking if it’s okay to take it off.

you nod with an ‘mhm’ followed by it, but vinnie doesn’t take that as an answer. “words, sweetheart.”

you muster out a ‘yes’ as loud as you can without making a sound as vinnie continues to mark up your skin.

his lips are on your chest the second the fabric drops to the ground. you grab onto his shoulders, whining out his name as you feel his lips wrap around you.

“vinnie,” you moan as you feel him move lower down your body. “please.”

youre surprised he hasn’t made a remark on how turned on you are. you’ve been making noise,telling him his mouth feels good on you nonstop, he has to know how you feel by now.

he’s at the waistband of your skirt by now, he looks up at you, eyes practically begging to tear it off you.

“do it.” is all he needs to hear before he has the fabric on the floor just like your bra moments prior.

you feel cool air hit you and that’s when you realize your panties are off too. you don’t mind though, you needed this man now more than you thought.

vinnie kneels in front of you, pulling your ankles so you are right in front of him. “look at you,” vinnie says as he moves his fingers along your folds. “so pretty.”

you squirm under his touch, needing to feel him everywhere at this point. you knew it was wrong, you knew if anyone found out it’d be hell and back for you.

tugging his hair, you moan out his name when you feel his mouth on you. “baby,” you cry out. “vinnie.”

he smirks against your wet cunt, loving the way the pet name and his name roll off your tongue.

you feel his tongue swirl over your bundle of nerves as he pumps a finger into you. “dirty girl likes that, huh?”

you nod while biting your lip to suppress moans. vinnie’s movements falter and you look down at him and watch as he’s looking up at you.

“you wanted this so bad, didn’t you sweet girl?” he taunts. he knew you wanted this, it was obvious by your mannerisms, in your eyes.

you feel a smack to your pussy and that makes your body jolt. “such a pretty girl with such a filthy mind.”

his mouth is on you in a second and you can’t help but moan loudly.

“shh, don’t want anyone to know i got you like this, do we?” vinnie shushed you.

you can’t help but tug at his hair again when you feel his mouth on you again.

“vinnie, please.” you beg. you can feel the knot forming every second he’s licking at you.

you feel two of his fingers enter you again and you try your best to be as quiet as possible.

vinnie looks up at you as he continues to suck on your clit and thrust his fingers inside you.

“that’s it baby,” vinnie says after he lifts up from you. “you gonna cum for me, pretty?”

you nod and tug at his hair for the millionth time. he smirks, knowing you want too but isn’t going to let you have your way.

he stands up and pulls you up too. “open,” he demands before sticking his fingers in your mouth for you to taste yourself. “good girl.”

you smile at him, the praise going straight through you.

you watch carefully as vinnie removes his belt, you feel yourself get excited but a bit nervous. before you know it his pants are discarded and he’s left in a t-shirt and boxers.

your gaze shifts and you can’t help but look at the imprint. vinnie smirks when he realizes where your eyes are.

“we’ll make it fit, princess.” he tells you as he starts to pull off his shirt then his boxers.

your breath hitches once you see his full size. vinnie chuckles at your reaction.

before you have time to utter a word, vinnie had pulled you off the desk and flipped you around so your chest is pressed to it.

“listen to me,” his tone had immediately switched. “you’re gonna take my cock like a good girl, you hear me?”

he’s got you bent over the desk, chest against the cold surface, and you can feel him pressing against you.

“i understand.” you tell him as you feel him slide himself into you.

a moan slips past your lips and vinnie is quick to shut you up. “what’d i say about people hearing you?”

you nod, feeling his strong tattooed hand wrap around your throat just enough to put pressure on you.

feeling him thrust slowly into you, you move your ass back on him as if you’re fucking yourself into him.

vinnie groans as he feels the movement. his hands move from your throat to your hips, having a firm hold on them.

“fuck, y/n,” he moans out as he feels you clench around him. “so good f’me, baby.”

the praise makes you let out a loud moan, that combined with the pleasure of vinnie hitting the sensitive spot inside you.

“what did i say?” you were met with a harsh smack to your ass, leaving it red.

a whine escaped your lips at the feeling of the sting that lingers on your skin. “baby, please.” you cry out.

vinnie tsk’s. “only good girls get to cum.” he tells you.

you can’t answer, even if it wasn’t a statement that needed one, you feel too good to reply.

vinnie’s pace quickens as he feels you clench around him again. he’s close, and so are you.

he reaches his hand up to wrap around your throat again and applies pressure. “gonna be a good girl for me?”

“ mhm, yes!” you whine, pushing your hips back into him. “please vinnie!”

he moves his hand down and pushes your body up just enough so he can grab at your boobs.

taking one in his hand, he squeezes the flesh roughly, enough to make a moan leave your lips.

“come on baby,” vinnie says, his thrusts becoming more fast paced. “cum for me, sweet girl.”

right as you’re about to let go, vinnie turns you around for you to face him. “wanna see your pretty face when you cum all over me.”

that sentence alone almost makes you let go, but you hold it in, even if he told you you could.

you kiss him roughly, needing to feel his lips on yours. he meets you in the middle, hands roaming your body the best he can.

his pace starts quickening again and he watches as your tits move with every thrust.

he grabs at one and kneads it in his palm. “i know you want it, princess. cum for me.” he tells you.

vinnie reaches down to rub at your clit and that’s when you finally let go. “there you go, pretty girl. just let it all out.”

you let out one final moan before completely letting go on the man whose arms you are in.

vinnie stays inside you for a moment before slowly pulling out. you almost fall onto the desk but he catches you, holding you as you wrap your legs around his waist.

“you did so good for me,” vinnie says as he kisses your head. “that was so good.”

you smile up at him and kiss him softly, loving the feeling of his lips on yours.

“you think we can go again?” you ask vinnie, and he chuckles, hugging you tightly.

“you and i both know we can’t, baby,” he tells you. “meet me back here at the end of the day and we’ll see, yeah?”

vinnie tucks a strand of hair behind your ear before kissing you once more. he pulls away from you and puts his suit back on.

that’s when you decide to hop off his desk and put your clothes on too.

“button up that top or i’m not gonna make it the rest of the day.” you swat vinnie with the back of your hand when you hear him say that.

finishing up, you fix your hair and walk to the door, unlocking it and opening it.

“i’ll see you later, mr hacker.” you smirk before walking out and closing the door.

once he hears the door click shut vinnie chuckles. that’s when he fully knew you were about to be the death of him and have him wrapped around your finger all in one.

holy shit this took forever and is so long oops 😭

i hope you guys liked this !! and all inspo creds goes to harls for her AMAZING rafe fic that you should def go check out btw, cus it’s so good <33

the second part of the vinnie x bimbo will be out as soon as i can, im a busy woman so just gimme time 🥲

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bloatedandalone04 · 10 months

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Heartbreak Prince

➪the one where you’re a princess and anakin saves you in more ways than one. (requested)

Warnings: angst, fluff, smut, unprotected sex, praise kink, hair pulling, mutual pining, cheating, forced marriage, descriptions of injuries, pet names to the max, mentions of bad past sexual experiences, possible part 2 if i get inspired

Word Count: 8k

Do not repost this anywhere, reblogs are fine ♡

The pain in your ankle was nothing compared to the feeling of your heart beating loudly in your chest. You sit back against the seat and refrain from glancing over at the man who had saved you countless of times before you had been carried onto his ship.

He was beautiful, for a lack of better words.

The scar that began in the middle of his forehead and went to just below his right eye only added to the overall attractiveness of his face and you found yourself drawn to the imperfection whenever you allowed yourself to look at him.

He was sitting in the pilot seat, so his back was towards you. It made meeting his eye a lot harder to do, but not impossible as you had caught him looking back at you more than once now, despite him trying to play it off afterwards with a clearing of his throat.

There was something there. You could feel it.

It could very well be the need to please the kind man who had risked his life to save yours, or it could be the fact that you were running on pain and fear at the moment. It could also be the attraction you felt deep within you, the surge of heat that flooded your body every time your eyes met his.

It was unlike anything you had ever felt before. And you welcomed it with open arms.

Sitting in the back of the ship filled you with a sense of adventure, something you never allowed yourself to feel as it seemed as though your life had already been planned out for you;

Attend your coronation to be crowned Queen of Alderaan, Marry King Vinny, become a stay at home mother who will never have to leave the house, and carry your husband’s children.

That wouldn’t be so bad, if it was what you wanted.

Sure, you wanted to get married one day and have a baby or two, but to and with someone you were deeply in love with, not someone who only saw you as a personal benefit.

An object. A form of insurance, really.

You wanted out.

Grabbing onto the bottom of the seat, you’re unable to dwell on your past and future any longer as the Knight has stood up and made the few steps towards you. He held out his hand to you as the other man brushed past him and opened the door. You take the gloved hand of the handsome stranger, allowing him to pull you up and onto your feet.

He murmurs a quiet, “Princess,” as a way of asking for consent. You nod once and wrap your arm around his shoulder when he leaned down to grip the back of your thighs. He lifted you up with ease, the tears in your dress doing very little to prevent his skin from touching yours as he exited the ship.

You try to ignore the musky scent that radiates from him as he carries you into the biggest structure you have ever seen. A temple, perhaps?

He carried you through hallway after hallway, never once bumping into another person. Was he keeping your presence a secret? Or was this massive building void of anyone else other than you and him?

You lock your hands around his neck as you ask, “Where are you taking me?”

His hold on you never falters as he turns a corner, his grip firm but gentle. “Somewhere away from the eyes of the Jedi,” he answered and you looked up at him, your eyes focusing on the small freckles that littered his face. “I can look at that ankle for you, as well. If you want.”

Your lips curve upwards as you avert your eyes to the stone walls as they pass by. “What, you’re a trained medic now, too?” You tease quietly, feeling your face heat up in pride when you catch sight of the way his lips mimicked yours in a small smile.

“I wouldn’t go as far as to say that,” he simply says as he stops in front of a door.

“I am eternally grateful for your honesty,” you say as he somehow manages to open the door while still holding you in his arms. He shakes his head at your words as he enters the room, the door shutting quietly behind him. You glance around the space and feel your body tense up at the sight. “Where are we?”

“My room,” he answers as he crosses the large space to gently sit you down on his bed.

You nod in understanding, shying away from his intense gaze as you look at the floor. “It’s nice,”

He opens his mouth to respond before three knocks are heard at the door. He glances back at it before turning to you. “This will only take a second,” he promised, gesturing to your still throbbing ankle. “Then I can check to see if anything is broken.”

You nod again and watch as he walks back to the door and gets pulled into a conversation with the man who was in the seat beside him back on the ship.

“She’s safe here, for now,” the man says in a hushed tone. “You must not let her out of your sight. Try to keep her comfortable, this is all new to her.”

“And Alderaan?”

“It’s indisposed,” your brows furrow at that as you lift your legs up to rid yourself of your uncomfortable shoes. You suck in a breath when you tug too hard on your ankle, dropping the heels beside the bed after glancing down at your red skin. “Y/n is under your protection from here on out. Guard her, keep her safe until she is able to return home.”

“You have my word, Master,” your heart swells at how genuine the Knight sounded. “Where are you going?”

“I must join the fight, Anakin. Don’t worry, I will be back as soon as it’s safe for her people,”

You chew on your bottom lip as they wrap up their quiet exchange, your eyes flickering upwards when the man enters the room once again. “Is everything alright?” You ask as he nears the bed.

He nods and moves to crouch in front of you. “You have nothing to worry about, princess,” he says as he gently lifts your leg up to inspect your ankle. “Obi-Wan will take care of everything to ensure your return to Alderaan is a safe one.”

You try to hold back a noise of distaste from both the thought of going back there, as well as the jolt of pain that shot up your leg. “And what about you?” You ask and refuse to look at the bruised skin of your ankle, knowing that the sight will more than likely make you freak out or go into shock. You hated injuries of any kind, and hated how they looked, so to see one on your own body would be like the end of the world. “I now know the name of your trusty co-pilot, but haven’t yet been told what yours is.”

His blue eyes flicker up to meet yours, one of the corners of his mouth twitching up as he sets your leg back down on the soft comforter. “Anakin,”

You blink a few times but don’t break eye contact completely as you open your mouth to respond, “Well, Anakin,” you hate how much you love the way his name sounds rolling off your tongue. “What’s the diagnosis?”

“Just a sprain,” he says as he stands back up. “You’ll be alright.”

“Wow, you could tell that by just looking at it?” You ask, more than a little shocked at the skills of the man before you. “Your lover must be proud.”

You hoped you weren’t being too obvious or too forward. You could always blame it on the pain making you act out, when in reality, you found yourself wishing that this beautiful man’s heart hadn’t been taken by someone.

Luckily, he just laughed and shook his head. “I have no lover, princess,” he says as he enters the bathroom. Your face heats up at the name, having heard it many times now from others, but loving the way it sounded when he said it. He returns a few seconds later, a roll of bandage in his hand. “But I appreciate the assumption.”

“I do apologize,” you say, moving over just a bit when he sits next to you on the bed. Gently, he takes your leg in his cold hand and sets it on his lap, his flesh hand beginning to wrap your ankle up in the bandage. “I guess I just find it hard to believe you aren’t taken by a lucky lady.”

“I’m not sure how lucky she would be,” he dismissed as he tugged softly on the end of the bandage to tightly secure it around your pulsing ankle. “I’m nothing special.”

“You saved my life,” you point out and keep your leg draped over his lap, pretending not to notice how the end of your dress slipped up to reveal a fair amount of your skin to him. “If it were me, I would never let a man like you go.”

Anakin swallowed harshly as your words sank in. Should he allow himself to return the flirt? Should he remain professional and closed off, like he was trained to do? “Jedi are forbidden to form attachments like that, anyway,”

His eyes flicker all over your face before dropping downwards and narrowing on the small piece of jewelry he had only just now noticed.

“It appears you’re already spoken for,” Anakin observes as his metal fingers wrap around your wrist and lift your hand, the sparkle of the lights reflecting off the quaint - and quite hideous - ring on your finger.

“Yeah, well,” you mutter and pull your hand away, looking down at the silk sheets beneath you. “Maybe you can save me from that, too.”

“You’re not happy?” He hoped you wouldn’t brush off his attempt to pry into your personal life. He just wanted to know more about you. He would be spending a lot of time with you while the chaos settles down on Alderaan, so why not get to know you a bit better?

That was his excuse, anyway.

“Happy?” You ask with a scoff, meeting his eyes once again. “I haven’t felt an ounce of happiness since Vinny put this atrocious thing on me.”

Anakin remained silent, wanting to hear more about you and all that you are. He couldn’t help the small, barely-there grin on his lips at the fact that you shared the same opinion of the ring as he did.

“I don’t want to be a Queen. I don’t wish to be held responsible for thousands of people, not in the way Vinny does,” you continue, unsure as to why you felt so comfortable around the Knight, enough to get into the nitty details of your future crowning. “I don’t crave that sense of power and respect I was told I’d be given once I’m married. I don’t need it or want it.”

He thought over his next words carefully before placing his hand flat on the bed next to your knee. “So, what do you want?”

After spending nearly a week with the Jedi Knight, you could safely say you knew what you wanted.

It was him.

Anakin was everything you wanted to be, explore, and adventure with. He was kind, his soul pure behind his dark and hardened exterior.

The coronation, the status, the power; you’d give it all up to spend the rest of your life with a man like him. Or, more specifically, him in general.

Anakin was fun, had exciting stories to share with you and countless places to show you. Your desire for him grew with each passing day you spent with him, tucked under his strong arm or shying away from his protective gaze.

You wanted him. And you wanted him badly.

You weren’t sure how he was able to form these kinds of urges inside of you not even a week into knowing him, but you weren’t questioning it one bit. The feelings he gave you were new and ones you had never experienced before. You felt your past self slipping away right before your very eyes, and you did nothing to stop it. You did nothing to remain as the person who once had no choice, no sense of feeling needed or wanted or important.

Anakin made you feel all those things and more. And he didn’t even need to verbally express it.

His actions alone said what his mouth couldn’t.

The way his body covered yours when you left the confines of his room. The way he was never more than a foot away from you at all times. The way he was ready to fight for you and save your life again with no hesitation at all.

Sure, it was what he was meant to do, his mission, if you will. Still, it didn’t make you feel any less important.

For the first time in a long time, you felt alive.

And you knew exactly who the reason was.

His bedroom held a lot of empty space, perfect for a quick lesson from the Knight, just in case he wasn’t there if you were to be attacked. Not that he planned on leaving your side until he knew you’d be safe, the thought of you knowing how to use a lightsaber put him at ease, even if just a bit.

He stood behind you, his metal hand wrapped around your wrist as you held the handle of his lightsaber. “Remember to keep a firm grip on this,” he reminded you as he guided your other hand to hold onto the handle as well. “The last thing you want is for it to be knocked out of your grasp while in battle.”

You nod, feeling the front of his body press against your back as he towers over you, his other hand coming up to cover the one he had just guided towards the weapon. You tried to ignore the blush that covered your face as he lined himself up with you and the feeling of his much bigger hands placed over yours.

“Ready?” He asked, his breath hitting the top of your ear and making you suppress a shiver. After you nod again, he helps guide your hands downwards in a swift motion, the lightsaber igniting in a beam of blue as it lit up the darkening room.

You squeal in excitement, nearly dropping the weapon as you jump up and down in his arms.

Anakin shook his head, a quiet laugh escaping him as you almost did the one thing he reminded you not to do. He couldn’t bring himself to be mad, however.

Your jumps stopped abruptly as you landed on your sore ankle, a whine leaving your lips as you lifted your leg to take the pressure off it. “Alright,” he says with a small laugh, taking the lightsaber from you with one hand while he keeps his other on your arm. “I think that’s enough for today.”

“Sorry,” you murmured and watched as he reached over to place the weapon on his dresser, his hand slipping down to gently grip your waist as he led you over to his bed. “Did I just ruin it?”

Anakin shook his head as you sat down on the silk sheets. He hadn’t gotten around to making the bed yet, but seeing as it was nearing nightfall, there really wasn’t any point in doing it now as he’d be turning in for the night soon, anyway. “Not at all, princess,” he answered and gestured for you to lay your sore leg across his lap once he was sitting next to you. “How bad does it hurt?”

“It’s bearable,” you shrug and bring up your hand to your mouth, your teeth beginning to chew on the nail of your thumb. “And I’ve told you to refer to me by my name.” Despite loving the way he said the word ‘princess’, the feelings that bubbled inside you everytime he called you that would make you act out sooner rather than later.

“Y/n,” he corrected himself with a teasing grin as his fingers began to gently apply pressure to the skin around your ankle. His touch was soft as to not disturb the bruised skin even more, the pads of his fingers massaging you in a way that had you holding back sounds of satisfaction.

“Better,” you send him a cheeky grin before looking down. His gloved hand rested on your knee while the fingers of his other softly soothed the ache you had just made with all your jumping.

You couldn’t help it. Anakin made everything so exciting.

The very real fact that you were expected to return to Alderaan whenever the war had ended was one you weren’t fond of in the slightest. You didn’t want to go home, didn’t want to leave the Knight who had completely changed your perspective on life and showed you that there were other things to look forward to other than marriage and power.

He filled you with a sense of adventure, a need for adrenaline and a desire for something more than what you would be met with after you married Vinny. Unwillingly married, you should say.

You always imagined you’d marry someone you were in love with, you believed that was what it was about; meet someone who flips your world upside down, fall in love with them and eventually settle down by getting married then starting a family.

That was how it should be.

And it very well could be if you were to continue down the path you were currently on.

It was unbelievably hard not to fall in love with Anakin. He proved that to you every day you got to see him, experience a bit of his life and dive into all he is.

If he asked you tomorrow to stay with him, you feared you wouldn’t hesitate one bit to agree. But the fear only added to the excitement.

After sitting in a comfortable silence for a few seconds, he breaks it and looks over at you, “I’ve been informed that the war should be over soon,” he says and you feel your heart deflate at his words. “You should be able to go home any day now.”

You wondered if you were imagining the bitterness and uneasiness in his voice. “Oh,” you say quietly and look down at your hands that rested on your lap. “That’s….that’s good.”

Your tone completely betrays you and gives away how you were really feeling. Anakin can easily tell that you’re saddened by the news, as is he, secretly. “Is it?”

You meet his eye as you pick at the skin around your nails, something he had observed you do many times during the past week. He was surprised at the many habits he’s seen you do in such a short amount of time, but it filled him with pride to know that you were comfortable enough to show him those sides of you. “No,” you answer and inhale sharply when you tug a bit too hard at the skin.

Anakin reached over and took your hand in his metal one, his touch surprisingly gentle. “Don’t you miss your home?”

You did, but, “I’d miss you more,” you say before breaking eye contact and shaking your head. “Maybe I’m wrong for thinking this, but I don’t think I could ever be truly happy there. Not after all you’ve shown me. Alderaan…it doesn’t feel like home. It doesn’t make me feel how I am now, with you.”

He felt his heart leap in his chest at your words, but he kept calm and slowly began trailing his fingers up the length of your leg. “How do you feel now?”

Do you feel the same way I do?

He hoped so.

You lift your head and shrug. “Happy,” you simply answer before adding, “You make me happy.”

Anakin did his best to ignore the surge of joy that flowed through his veins but he knew it was what gave him the confidence to lift his hand from your leg and reach for your own. His index finger spun the ring around on your left hand, his eyes narrowing at the physical evidence that someone else had already claimed you. “Vinny doesn’t make you happy?”

You shift closer just slightly, placing your feet flat on the other side of his lap so the backs of your thighs are hovering over his. “He never has,” you say. “I’ve spent nearly a year with the man and not once has he ever made me feel the way that you do. I don’t love him, Anakin. Not in the way I could love you.”

His breath hitched and had you not been a mere few inches from him, you would’ve surely missed the sound.

You were falling in love with him.

And Anakin was falling in love with you.

This felt too good to be true. It possibly was.

You were already on your way to marry another man, one who didn’t appreciate you in the way you deserve…in the ways Anakin would in a heartbeat.

He wasn’t supposed to end up here.

His task was simple; keep you safe and don’t let you out of his sight.

He never thought he would’ve ended up falling so hard and fast for you a mere few days into protecting you.

In all fairness, he was never meant to. He was told he can’t form bonds, can’t connect with someone on this deep of a level, but this felt inevitable.

He had saved your life, and you had changed his.

Anakin didn’t know what to say, so he kept quiet and instead the spinning of your ring came to a stop, his fingers pausing on the silver band before he slowly slid it off. “You deserve happiness, Y/n,” he murmurs and holds the ring between his fingers. “I hope you find the one thing that makes you truly happy….. and you never let it go.”

You inch closer, keeping your eyes locked with his for any sign that you were overstepping any invisible boundaries. “I think I’ve already found it,” you say just as quietly. Seconds pass with neither of you saying a word, your heads moving closer and closer until your foreheads are pressed together. Now looking at his lips, you offer him an out before you break and destroy any possible friendship that might have been forming between you. “If you’ll have me.”

Truth be told, Anakin didn’t think you two could ever be just friends. You were his mission and he was your protector. And friendship is overrated.

At least that’s what ran through his head before he closed the distance completely and pressed his lips to yours.

It was inevitable. You two were too close, both mentally and physically, his hand extending outwards and carelessly letting go of the ring. It fell to the ground, the sound of it hitting the floor a mere background noise as his hands went to either side of your face.

He pulled away first, his thumb gently stroking the bone of your cheek as his eyes became fixated on the sight of your parted lips. Your own eyes stayed closed as you longed for the feeling of his lips on yours again.

Reaching your hand up, you grip the back of his neck and kiss him once more. This one was more heated, more desperate and needy as his hands moved to your waist. You hardly had a chance to process what was happening as he pulled you onto him, your knees pressing into the mattress beside his hips as you straddle him.

Your other hand lifts up and tangles in his hair, your fingers gently tugging on the curls at the base of his neck. Your lips melded against his damn near perfectly, your back arching and allowing your chest to press right up against his.

Anakin angled his head to the slide, his hands pulling you closer by the waist as he deepened the kiss. “I’m selfish”, he murmured against your mouth as he pressed another kiss to it. “We shouldn’t be doing this.”

You pulled back to gaze into his eyes, your lip pouting just a bit as you shook your head. “I’m the selfish one, Anakin. You’re not supposed to form attachments yet here I am, hopelessly throwing myself at you when I know what the consequences can be,”

He holds onto you tighter, his eyes narrowing on the curve of your bottom lip. “It doesn’t matter. No one can take me away from you, princess,” he said before correcting himself. “I mean, Y/n.”

For some reason, the way he said the name didn’t make you feel like the stuck up person you felt yourself shaping into. He said it with genuine respect, unlike the forced respect you were so used to hearing. The change was unexpected but intriguing nonetheless. “No, I like when you call me that,” you say and quickly add, “It makes me feel different when I hear you say it. Makes me feel special.”

He leans in and presses kiss to your lips. “You are special,” his response sounded completely genuine and it only added fuel to the fire that was steadily building within you. “And you deserve someone who makes you feel special everyday for the rest of your life.”

You settle closer to him, gently massaging his tense shoulders. The feeling of them relaxing under your touch almost immediately had you laughing softly. “If I say I want that someone to be you,” you begin, pulling back just slightly to be able to look into his eyes. “Will I be making a mistake?”

“You might be,” he trailed off, returning his forehead to yours. It was if he didn’t want to part from you, like the only thing he wanted at that moment was to feel you against him in any way he could. “But I believe that I would be making a bigger mistake if you were to leave without knowing how I feel about you.”

You wait for him to continue, your fingers dancing across his chest when he doesn’t. “How do you feel about me?”

He shakes his head, his eyes raking over your entire form as you rested on top of him. “Too strongly to form words,”

Chewing on your bottom lip, you carefully choose what to say next, knowing that you both wanted the same thing. “Then show me,” you offer, gently grabbing his wrists in your hands. “Touch me, Anakin. Let me feel the things you can’t put into words.”

Anakin, the gentleman he is, stilled in your grasp. You took it upon yourself to place one of his hands on your lower back and the other on your chest, right over your heart. He looked up at you as he felt the steady beating of your heart against his glove covered hand, his own heart hammering harshly against his chest. “I don’t want you to leave,”

His words were nothing but genuine, held nothing but sincerity and they came out sounding borderline desperate, but it only made you nod in agreement. “I don’t want to leave you,” you say and lean in, ghosting your lips over his. “I just want you.”

At your confession, Anakin closes the gap between you again and presses his lips to yours in a searing kiss. Like the first one, it quickly takes your breath away and you grip onto his shoulders to steady yourself as a wave of dizziness washes over you.

You tug him closer, your thumbs pressing into the base of his neck as you angle your head to get better access to his mouth.

Acting on your previous wishes for him to show you how he felt, Anakin allowed his hands to travel to the end of your shirt and lift it up, his flesh hand feeling the goosebumps that he had caused against the skin of your stomach.

A feeling of pride filled him at the visible proof of how well your body reacted to his touch. His growing theory that you were made for him only felt that more real as you allowed him to remove the shirt from your body completely, your chest now bare and exposed for only him to see.

Just as he expected, you were nothing short of beautiful.

He pulled away just long enough for him to be able to guide you to lay on your back, your head resting just below the pillows as he hovered over you. He leaned back in, but instead attached his lips to the exposed skin of your shoulder, the feather light touch making you feel dizzy with want.

You couldn’t remember the last time you felt like this; so wanted, needed, desired.

Vinny had never once made you feel the way Anakin does. He doesn’t compare to the urges you’ve felt since laying eyes on the Jedi Knight. He would never live up to the care and respect Anakin has shown you since arriving on Coruscant.

It was terrifying to think about the very real fact that you would be expected to return to Alderaan soon and be forced to leave everything you had grown to know behind.

Forced to leave him behind.

Your last nights with Anakin have been nothing but pure bliss, and tonight might just be the best night of your entire life. You weren’t going to waste it by dwelling on the future, weren’t going to ruin it by bringing up your eventual departure.

You were going to pretend that this was your home, that this man that was peppering your neck with hot kisses was your lover, and that everything will be fine afterwards.

It was easier to pretend than to accept reality.

His words bring you out of your cruel thoughts. “You’re so beautiful, princess,” he murmured against your skin. Your face heats up and a chill runs down your spine, the compliment you had heard many times from your people sounding so much better when it came from him.

“I want you, Anakin,” you say and watch as his eyes flicker up to meet yours. His lips leave the skin of your abdomen as he lifts his head, his blue eyes a shade or two darker than before. “I need you to make me forget about everything, even if just for a night.”

He pulls back completely as your hands push at the fabric of his shirt, the material beginning to slide off his shoulders and revealing his toned chest. Slowly he nodded, allowing your shaky fingers to pull off his glove, before taking your hands in his.

Leaning back down, Anakin presses your joined hands against the mattress beside your head and pins them there with little to no strength needed. You wouldn’t resist him, not when you were finally being given what you had wanted since the day he risked his life to save yours.

His lips connected with yours as he pressed his body down onto you, the skin to skin contact being everything you both thought it would be, perhaps even better. He wanted to take his time with you, touch every part of you and memorize the feeling so he had something to hold onto when you had to leave him behind.

He wanted to cement the map of your body into his mind, the way your legs wrapped around his waist and pulled him closer. He wanted to experience the way he was feeling right now for the rest of his life, however long that may be, and he wanted to never let you go.

He really was selfish.

You were not made for him, nor were you meant for him, but that didn’t make this seem any less right, any less perfect. You were perfect.

“Anakin,” Stars, he could listen to the way you said his name on repeat for the rest of his life. He pulled away from your mouth to be able to look into your eyes, leaning into your touch when you reached up to caress the side of his face. “I need to feel you. Please.”

He turns his head and presses a kiss to the palm of your hand before nuzzling his cheek against it. “Alright, angel,” he nearly whispered, his metal hand beginning to tug down the fabric of your pants. Once they were down and off your legs, he kept his other hand pressed against the mattress next to your head as he kicked off his own pants, with the help of your eager hands.

With your clothing now completely discarded there was nothing in the way of his view of your body, and yours of his. He was by far the most handsome man you had ever been blessed to see, and out of the few little run-ins Anakin has had with women, you were the most breathtakingly beautiful.

The contrast of his cold hand on your heated skin was like nothing you had ever felt before. It only added to the new and unique feelings he had provided you with since you met him.

You didn’t want to think about how boring and plain your life will be again once you are set to return home.

“Please,” you whisper again, one of your hands tangling in his hair and pulling on the strands. “Make me yours.”

Anakin’s jaw went slack at your pleads and he leaned down to press his body against yours, the skin on skin contact sending his mind into a frenzy. Locking your leg around his waist, he keeps it there with his metal hand as his other one caresses the side of your face, his elbow digging into the mattress to keep him upright.

“You want me to make you mine, sweet girl?” He asked and you took notice of how deep his voice had gotten. You nod and were about to answer him when he ran the tip of his length down your slit before pushing into you. Your mouth fell open and you grip his bicep at the stretch, your eyes falling shut. “You have no idea how much I wish you were, my angel, my princess.”

“Anakin,” you whine breathlessly and pull him closer, tilting your head to the side.

He gets the hint pretty quickly and dips his head down to begin placing open mouth kisses along the skin of your neck. At the sound of your breath hitching and the quiet moans leaving your lips, Anakin sets a steady pace that had him cursing silently. “I love the sounds you make, angel,” he mumbles, pressing a quick kiss to your jaw and then another one to your cheek. “So good, so perfect for me.”

You moan loudly at the praise, tugging a bit harder on his hair in response. “I’m not perfect, Anakin,” you dismiss his words. He pulls his head away from your neck to meet your eyes, fully prepared to call you out on how wrong you were. You beat him to it. “You’re the perfect one. You saved my life then continued to protect me with yours, and that is something I can never repay you for.”

He shakes his head, his hand that was on your leg sliding up to grip your hip as he thrusts sharply into you, successfully shutting you up. “You’re wrong,” he says as he tucks away the strands of your hair that messily fell over your forehead. He presses a chaste kiss to your lips, one that has you whining softly at how short lived it was when he pulled away. “I don’t need you to repay me. I don’t want you to. I just want you.”

You bring both hands up to rest on either side of his face, your thumbs gently stroking over his cheekbones. Your body swayed with the movement of his hips, your nose brushing against his every time he slipped into you. “Anakin,” it was the only thing you could say as any and all words seemed to have escaped you.

A deep groan that sounded borderline desperate towards the end leaves the back of his throat as he goes from slow and gentle thrusts to quick and powerful ones. “Stay with me,” he whispers against your lips. It was a selfish ask, and one he knew would be next to impossible for you to oblige to, but he couldn’t help himself.

Anakin wasn’t a liar, he meant it when he said he wanted you. He wants you more than he’s ever wanted anything in his entire life. During the twenty one years he’s lived he has never felt so strongly, so desperately about someone before, and he couldn’t help but cling onto the feeling of longing with everything he had in him.

Shutting out the rest of the world and only focusing on the way you looked beneath him, so willing and compliant, was easy. It felt right and like he was meant to experience this with you.

You fall quiet at his request, your hand pushing away his fallen curls to allow you to gaze into the sea of blue you had fallen so hard for.

Unsure of what to say as you were suddenly overcome with a sense of guilt, one so strong that you never knew you were capable of feeling this way, you lean up and connect your lips to his in a searing kiss.

He returns the kiss with about as much need as you poured into it. Your lips said the words you couldn’t form, but you knew he needed reassurance that came in the form of verbal confirmation. So, you pull away when his tip reaches a depth in you that had you seeing stars for a quick second. “I want nothing more than to stay with you,” you struggle to get out, the quick pace of his hips making your ability to speak a lot harder than normal. At the relief that flashes through his eyes, you continue, “Keep me hidden, lock me away from the others and have me all to yourself. I don’t think I could be happy anywhere else.”

Much like yourself, Anakin was also struggling to form words, your offers as well as the way you were clenching around him impossibly tight only adding to that. “I’ve waited for you, sweet girl,” he breathed out, caging you in by placing his forearms on either side of your head. “My whole life I’ve been waiting for you, and now that I finally have you I won’t let you go.”

He was possessive and said everything you craved to hear. “Never let me go,”

He pressed his lips to yours at the same time you used what little energy you had left to lift yourself up while also using your grip on his shoulders to flip him over. His lower back was now where your head was a mere few seconds ago, his chest pressed to yours as you straddled him.

This angle allowed him to reach even deeper than before and he groaned at the way your eager walls hugged him with each lift of your hips. “Just like that, princess,” he murmured against your mouth, his eyes squeezing shut at the feeling of your hands tugging at his hair.

You couldn’t remember the last time you had felt this good, felt this free. Vinny never let you get intimate with him, not unless he initiated it. The first time you slept with him felt like a bad dream. It was rushed, unsatisfying and one sided.

The few times you were intimate with him left you feeling cold, empty and used. You were beginning to believe that it was always supposed to feel that way, with only the man getting something out of the experience. It was why you could never bring yourself to push away the feeling of embarrassment and pleasure yourself, even after feeling so….gross once Vinny was finished.

You were even expecting this time around with Anakin to feel the same, but you couldn’t have been more wrong.

Had you known that it could feel like this….you would’ve saved yourself for him without a question.

“So good,” you manage to say as your eyes roll into the back of your head. Anakin’s hand had a death-tight grip on your waist while his other one pressed firmly against your back, hugging your body close to his. “So..deep.”

His face heats up at that, but he hides it by attaching his lips to your neck. His tongue runs along the faint marks he made way earlier into the night and the sensation has you repressing a shiver.

Your body was covered in a light layer of sweat, as was Anakin’s, but neither of you cared in the slightest.

A knot was forming within you, a rope tied so tight that it had you clinging onto him with everything you had in you. Your quiet whimpers turned into needy moans, your body begging for the release that was steadily approaching.

Anakin, much more experienced than you, you were sure, must have sensed this as he held your body in place. The pleasurable feeling halted only for a second before it returned, this time from the quick thrusts of his hips.

When it becomes too much to handle, you cry out and press yourself against him completely, his hold on you allowing you to hide away while he rides you through it.

Your walls spasm around him, making you feel impossibly tight. Anakin’s own release was inevitable when he felt you harshly clamp around him, your body’s way of trying to put a pause to the overwhelming pleasure and stop it from feeling so sensitive. You were successfully tainted, painted with the feeling of another man who would put his life on the line to save yours.

He thrusts into you two more times before falling completely still, his hand on your back sliding down so he could wrap both of his arms around your middle.

Your legs burned as you held his head against your chest and ran your fingers through his slightly damp hair. With him still buried deep within you, you pull back just enough to press a delicate kiss to his awaiting lips.

It was short lived as you both were beyond spent at this point, your bodies aching and begging for a rest. “Can we stay like this? Just for a bit?” You ask, not surprised that you weren’t feeling embarrassed or shy, like you normally did in the afterglow. You had a feeling you would never feel anything but content with him.

Anakin nodded and pushed away your hair from your forehead before placing a kiss against it. “We can stay like this for as long as you want, angel,” he answers and runs his fingers up the length of your back, his hands tangling in the ends of your hair afterwards.

“Just for a bit,” you reiterate, exhaustion lacing your voice as he pulls you down to lay on top of him. You press your cheek against his shoulder, your arms tucked against his chest as it rises and falls. “I want to spend all day with you tomorrow.”

He smiled at that, holding you closer to him. “I’ll wake you up in the morning and then we can do whatever you want,” he promises and it’s enough to leave you nothing but satisfied.

You both fell asleep rather quickly after that, and that was the beginning of the end.

You ended up waking up before him and had to untangle your body from his to be able to have a quick wash in his bathroom. It was just after you dressed yourself when someone knocked on Anakin’s door.

Not wanting whoever it was to wake the still sleeping Knight up, you quickly make your way to the door and swing it open, your heart falling when you are met with the joyful expression of Obi-Wan. “Princess,” he greeted and you forced out a smile, now sure that you only liked it when Anakin called you that. “I have some great news. The war is over! You’re free to return to Alderaan! I’m sure you’ve missed your people, as did they miss their leader.”

Your smile faltered completely at that and you stepped back, not missing the way his expression fell ever so slightly. You didn’t want to believe his words. Not after such a memorable night with Anakin just a few hours prior.

How could you possibly leave him after all the quiet confessions you told one another?

“This is good news, some of which I’m sure Anakin will be happy to hear,” he continued, peeking his head into the room. “Is he here?”

You nodded slowly, the sound of your heart beating loudly making your voice sound muffled. “He’s still asleep, we were……training,” you trail off before straightening your posture, more than a little upset at how quickly you fell back into your superior stance. “Yesterday he was kind enough to show me how to properly hold a lightsaber.”

Obi-Wan smiled at that, nodding his head in understanding. “I have no trouble believing that. Anakin has never been one to keep his excitement to himself,”

“Thank you for informing me,” you nod back. “Should I go wake him up so he can get ready?”

“That won’t be necessary,” he waved you off and gave you another smile. “Let the boy rest, I will take it upon myself to get you home safely. You and Anakin can say goodbye another time.”

Your heart broke further at that.

You couldn’t imagine leaving him behind and not saying goodbye to him. You felt devastated, but you also didn’t want to deny someone as kind and selfless as the man in front of you. So, you nod. “That would be nice,” you step further into the room as you feel the skin of your chest. “Let me go get my pendant and then we’ll be on our way.”

Not bothering to wait for his reply, you turn on your heel and head straight towards Anakin’s room, finding him still fast asleep under the sheet you threw over him.

Tears spring into your eyes as you slowly creep towards the bed, your shoulders tensing up as you struggle to hold them back.

He looked so peaceful, so worryless and carefree.

Beautiful beyond words.

Your heart broke even more at the sight of him, his body still and undisturbed.

You kneel down beside him, your hand shaky as you reach over and run your hand through his curls for what you feared was the last time. A few tears escape your eyes as you lean down to press a kiss to his forehead. “Goodbye, Anakin,” you whisper and press a final kiss to the top of his head before standing up, missing the way his brows furrowed in his sleep when you quickly stood up from his bed. “I never deserved you. I’m sorry.”

You wanted to say so much more, give him a proper goodbye - one where he was awake and responsive. But it would’ve been much too hard to go through with.

Before you could stop yourself and jump back into bed with him, you grab your necklace from its spot on his dresser, as well as your ring from off the floor, and flee through the doorway, hiding your tear-filled eyes from Obi-Wan as he led you towards his ship.

What you didn’t know was that as soon as you were on it and headed back to Alderaan, Anakin woke up abruptly, his body reacting to the absence of yours while his mind was still plagued with sleep.

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