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mrsharringtonskywalkersnow · 6 days

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No Cure For Us (Ch.1)

Chapter Warnings: Implied violence. Mentions of human/species trafficking, sex work, and slavery.

Pairing: Anakin Skywalker x Fem!OC

Summary: A sharp increase in the slave trade creates a unique mission for a young padawan Skywalker to explore in the Coruscant night life.

Word Count: 3.3k

A/N: gotta be perfectly honest guys, haven't written fanfic in well over 10 years (im old af don't start) but I'm just going to go for it. I've had this idea for an Anakin Skywalker X Fem!OC fic since HaydenmothafuckinChristensen graced my screen last year and reignited my BURNING childhood crush.

Is this blatant self insert writing? Probably.

Is the plan for this fic a long ass haul? Bet your ass.

Will I ever finish it? Who the hell knows.

All I know is, I've got 5 more days left of sick leave post ✨️brain surgery✨️ and ima just gonna go for it.

Honestly, idgaf if anyone reads this. I have like no followers tbf. It's honestly something I just wanted to do and say I did it. I have another half baked fic in the back of my mind but I'm such a completionist, idk if I can multi tasks fics.

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The low hum of the council walls haunted Anakin’s bones as voices echoed back and forth between Obi-wan and the other masters. Something about the last mission. Something important. Something about following directions. Anakin huffed a small laugh to himself as he felt front of his boot hook into the well worn-out spot of paint of the council floor’s intricate design. How easy it would be to lift the lines of the design up from the floorboards –

“Ehem.” Obi-wan’s throat cleared and it didn’t take the knowledge of the Force for Anakin to feel his eyes. The apprentice looked sideways at his master, expecting to be berated, instead to find equally frustrated disinterest in his eyes. Mace Windu and Plo Koon were murmuring amongst each other as Kid-Adi-Mundi seemed agitated to get a word in. The room was buzzing with far too many whispers for a successful mission.

“It would seem our efforts on Rentor were – too effective.” Obi-wan sighed quietly while smoothing out the creases in his robes. “Although it would be helpful to receive less criticism from the council if you would simply follow the outer rim protocols.”

Anakin rolled his eyes. There was always something that wasn’t perfect enough. He was the very best swordsman and bested every opponent in duels, however, he must not use THAT form. He had an in-depth knowledge of each assigned mission to a needle-point, yet, he must not become fascinated with the cultures. He could fly circles around any pilot, royally trained or smuggler, but, he must caution against enjoyment of out-matching their skills. And there was Obi-wan, ever the faithful gentle reminder, to nudge him into a straightened back.

“It is extremely worrisome that you did not consult the Chiss Ascendancy prior to your excursions on Rentor.” Kid-Adi-Mundi warned in Anakin’s direction.

“Forgive me, Masters, I wasn’t aware I required permission for the search and seizure of a hostile gangster with Jedi temple files in non-Republic spaces.” Anakin bit back at the put-off Master. “I’ll make sure to consult the Hutts the next time we ‘happen’ to intercept a spice run.”

“Anakin.”

There it was. The nudge. Anakin gathered his robes tighter around himself, looking for anything in this forsaken room that could distract him.

“What my padawan means to say is, there was really no other recourse once the target was identified. There is hardly any space for Republic Jedi to operate in the Outer Rim and we brought him back, as instructed.” Obi-wan’s voice lilted at his last two words.

Yoda hummed. “Brought back three broken ribs and nose with, the instructions were not.”

A feeling like molten lava simmered within Anakin as he recalled finding the Zygerrian gangster. “He brutalized–”

“Nonetheless, brought back with the temple files intact and suitable for questioning.” Obi-wan interrupted. “If the approach of apprehension is the issue, then forgive me, I do not see how this requires a council audience? Unless there is another role we have to play in this.”

Whispers and murmurs again. The words slithered around the room like a Vexis sizing up her prey. Mace’s throat cleared and before he pressed his crossed fingers over his lips. "There had been an unsettling amount of slave trade activity in the Outer Rim. So much so that it has extended to the Inner Rim. The increase parallels the rate of incidence before the Jedi Order enforcement."

Plo Koon turned to face the pair. “Obi-wan, how prepared is your padawan for the trials?”

Anakin looked with wide eyes at his Master, filled with hope for validation. As Obi-wan’s hands came to his beard, Anakin’s stomach became a gaping pit. “I would say it would depend.”

“Depend on what?” Anakin interjected incredulously.

“Alone, you have not been. Successful without assistance, you were not.” Yoda began.

“Anakin, you have failed to show true restraint and discipline with the skills that you have been taught.” came Plo’s even measured tone over Anakin's simmering anger. “You have demonstrated an innate affinity for skill mastery yet it is squandered on your recklessness.”

Images of the mission are blurred behind his eyelids. The ice cold moon. That dark cold warehouse. That fucking cat-faced Zygerrian. That poor sweet girl. “The files were retrieved,” he muttered robotically.

A thoughtful grunt came from Yoda. “New threat, uncovered this has. Alone, you must go.”

“Anakin, we are tasking you with the sole mission of tracing back the steps of the Zygerrian.” Mace continued. “From our interrogation, he was not acting alone and is associated with the Zygerrian Slave Empire. The uptick of slave trafficking from the Outer Rim appears to be leading towards Coruscant.”

“How they were able to get a hold of secure Jedi temple files, is concerning in and of itself.” Obi-wan added. “Coursant is a long way for a trinket.”

Anakin’s eye’s cleared from it’s smog of anger. “What is the relationship between the growing trafficking and the missing file?”

Plo nodded in agreement. “An excellent question, padawan. I belive—”

“One we cannot yet answer.” Kid-Adi-Mundi interrupted. Anakin's attention shifted to the Cerean in confusion, who looked rightfully irritated.

“There was a contact we had on the lower levels of Coruscant who, in the past, had provided us with information regarding mass trafficking to and from the planet for a price. Although, it's been…difficult to make contact as of late.” Mace revealed, cautiously. “The Buyer.”

The anger built deeper within him. Slavers. Buyers. What kind of person bargains the lives of others for a price?

“Find him. Determine his price for information on who is infiltrating the temple files. And do it while separating yourself from the emotions you attach yourself to.” Mace commanded.

Obi-Wan patted his apprentice’s arm gently. “Remember what this new mission means, Anakin.”

Anakin took a deep breath. His shoulders sagged.

He nodded. “Understood.”

Plo took a step forward. “If you are unable to complete this mission by yourself, we will consider you unfit for the trials.”

Anakin bowed his head submissively as white knuckles formed over his clenched fists. “Understood, Masters.”

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Once they had left the meeting hall, Anakin made his way down to the detention level. He paused just outside the door. Control the anger.

Inside the detention area, an anxious air hung heavily in the atmosphere. The Zygerrian had draped himself dramatically over his cot and was coddling his still bloody nose. Anakin tried to contain his disgust. Had he known this was also a slaver when he beat him within an inch of his life, he would've broken his hand as well.

"You." The wounded cat seethed. "You broke my fucking face."

Reaching out, Anakin let the Force carry the nearby chair towards himself, making sure to hover momentarily by the prisoner before setting it upright beside him. "Trust me, it's an improvement. Please, take a seat."

With a snarl, the alien dropped himself into the seat and glared up at Anakin.

"You Jedi are all cowards. Leave me in here but you will never finish the job." Blood stained spit spewed out of his fanged mouth over the edges of Anakin's robes. Teeth gnashed against teeth and Anakin honed his composure. The Zygerrian snickered. "You want to kill me, ah?"

Anakin looked down at the cold metal floor and felt how malleable the Force would be able to make it before looking back up at the wounded cat. "What do you know about The Buyer?"

The shit-eating grin fell off his face as he leaned back into the chair. "We don't speak of The Buyer."

"So you work for him?"

A laugh burst from the whispered face and the smile returned. "Work for --?! The Buyer is trouble for all of us. Especially you, young Jedi."

Anakin tapped impatiently on the hilt of his lightsaber. His impatience was going to prove fatal to both of them. Without another word, he pulled it free and ignited the blue blade. A waft of cool energy shimmered around it before disappearing altogether. The blue blade reverberated in front of the snickering cat as Anakin grabbed him by the collar, bringing the prisoner closer to his face.

"My, my, what a big blade for a little boy." The Zygerrian jeered, laughing becoming painful as he braced his broken ribs. "Too bad you'll never really know how to use it."

"Just give me some information on the Buyer and I'll leave you to your worthless existence." Anakin spoke through gritted teeth, pulling the cat closer. "Where do I find him, slaverscum!?"

"The Violet Kibo, if you're smart, that's where you'll start." He growled between pain filled breaths. “Lower level night club.”

Releasing the Zygerrian, Anakin sheathed his saber and made for the detention doors.

"Word of advice, pretty boy." The Zygerrian's strained voice called. Anakin stopped at the steps. "Lose the robes. The Dolls are much too smart to loose their lips over a little warlock."

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The Violet Kibo was truly no Outlander.

Settled at a busy corner between what could only be an adult holofilm shop and the most over-stocked market store, the purple lights framed the darkened doorway where patrons shuffled leisurely in and out. A heavy beat of the bass line echoed from within the club like a heartbeat that beckoned. Scheduled rain hazed the streets and beaded over the hooded coat Anakin had acquired from the Temple Archives. Leaning against a nearby data box, he glared through the drooping neon flower stamped over the doorway to the floors above it. Eight total. There must be a way to covertly enter. I could easily break into the third window on the fourth floor. Jump up and smash the window in with the hilt of – Anakin’s mind came to a halt. Obi-wan had advised him against using brute force tonight. He was advised of much tonight. “I am unsure that there has been enough preparation for you to approach the club tonight,” Obi-wan warned as Anakin sought to leave for the evening. Anakin sighed in relief, remembering he had no one on coms in his ear constantly reminding him. No one to guide me either…

With a sigh, he shrugged the rain off his coat and abandoned heavy handed strategy. Anakin approached the Violet Kibo, the pulsating music resonating through the air like a siren's call as he entered the purple-hued darkness. Drunken men and giggling women glided closely past Anakin down the hall until they came to the heart of the club.

A row of two seats faced each other on either side of a small dance floor in the center of the room. Like a wave pool, tables extended outward around it, leaving a large clearing on either side. The ceiling stretched to what Anakin had previously believed was the third level of the building, with each “floor” serving as viewing balconies to the fun below and entrances to privacy rooms. The sparse lighting gave off a pale violet hue to every surface in the club except the small stage behind the bar and its tender. Similar platforms were littered throughout the club, however sensually dressed girls of all species were making quick use of them as either platforms to lie on provactively or expertly contort themselves around a silver pole – all with eager viewing and paying customers. The Dolls, Anakin thought to himself making his way toward the bar instead. Best not to get made so early in the night.

“Stars, the Eyeblaster is phenomenal!” a Mon Cala girl gushed as she pushed past the young jedi towards towards her group who no doubt were on a girl's night. “You think I could get on the platform too?!”

“Not if she wants to loose an eye.” came a velvety voice from behind the bar.

Anakin's eyes fell on the Kiffar bartender who had now angled her hip against the bar to rest. Her golden eyes peered into his and the echoing heartbeat of the nightclub returned to his chest. Her face, which had started stern, morphed quickly into a soft smile – the black lines of her qukuuf now curving over her cheeks. “What can I get started for you, Flyboy?”

“One Eyeblaster, please.” Anakin ordered confidently as he removed his hood.

The Kiffar woman's eyebrow raised before huffing out a small laugh, leaving Anakin in panicked confusion. “One Eyeblaster coming right up, darling.” She shrugged and turned to the bottles lining the shelves behind her.

Flyboy, she had called him. “How did you know I'm a pilot?”

“I didn't. You just told me.”

Anakin winced. Hadn't even been here for an hour and already blowing his own cover.

“Don't get so ruffled.” she chided over her shoulder, long brown tresses cascading down her back with one thick braid down the middle, hands in constant motion to pour, mix, shake, and clean. “Your hands are dirty. Too dirty to be a stuffy politician or businessman but not dirty enough like the ground level mechanics who come through here on their paydays.”

Anakin brought his hands out from under his coat and saw the oil that stained his nails from earlier this morning while fiddling with the temple speeder. The bartender turned to face him to reveal a sickly yellow drink in a dainty class with an equally dainty solarshade nestled atop it. Anakin grimaced, unable to hide his disgust. “That's the Eyeblaster?”

The tender nodded and slid the drink across the bar. Anakin groaned. Obi-wan often said undercover missions were a pain because he loathed the drinking but this seemed a cruel start.

“Don't be shy.” Her velvet voice startled him at first, then agitated him. She'd known his order was foul, and yet he'd let her distract him. He had a job tonight.

He grasped the foot of the glass as he brought the edge to his lips and tipped the drink back, eyes locked on her amused face. The liquid burned down his throat and left a sour pinch in his cheeks. He slammed the glass back down, hoping by Force the urge to gag would pass.

It didn't. The gag came as audibly as her laugh. "Damn, that's TERRIBLE!" He burst out over coughs.

"Aw, there, there, darling." She coaxed mockingly. "I'm sure I can find something more suitable for such a mighty pilot like yourself."

Anakin stifled the embarrassment as he watched her pick up a stout glass and an amber bottle. "So you must see all types coming in and out of this place?"

She nodded nonchalantly — never stopping, pouring here, a lit flame there, and drop of something blue there. "Much less than you, I'm sure."

"I'm sorry?"

"You're a freight pilot, right?" She looked up from scooping ice cubes. Anakin gruffed something like "Oh, yeah, of course. But they don't talk to me much."

That smile again, the one that pulled against those tattooed lines. "Ah yes, I often get the talkers."

Right hand rested on her hip, the other held his amber drink as her wrist twisted to swivel the drink within the glass. He saw how the black top she wore clung tightly to her chest and fully covered her right arm and hand, leaving bare and her left shoulder down. Anakin could feel his courage rebuilding, the Eyeblaster now officially in his veins. "Yeah, some of our passengers are just the worst. There was one scrawny guy going on about some 'Buyer person' who cheated him out of a game of Sabacc. So he pushed and shoved his way into the front of the craft like he owned the place! As if they don't get enough free public transport!"

There was a firm clink of the glass hitting the bar counter. The curvy Kiffar woman had both her shoulders pointed squarely towards Anakin now. "Which port did you say you docked at, Captain...?"

"Anik-Ani." choked out the padawan. Fuck. "Captain Ani. Sorry, I didn't catch your name?"

"You didn't." She smiled again, left hand firmly planted on the rim on the glass. Anakin noticed how her right hand had now drifted beneath the edge of the bar. She held the glass out to him now, offering it. "Moogan Tea, darling."

Anakin could sense the way the Force seemed to shift around him, like uneven steps. Whatever he did next would be wrong. And she didn't look like someone who'd just let him leave.

He grabbed the drink with her fingers still grasped around it. A simple graze but it was enough — Anakin could feel like pieces of the Force were being unraveled within him like string and then violently shoved back in.

"Jedi!" She hissed. A crisp line of icy blue light rounds his periphery. A simple breath and release is enough for Anakin to call his lightsaber from his hip and intercept the vibro ax barreling to his left ear. The short weapon's hilt is connected to the sure grip of a now seething bartender, her amber eyes burning into him. "If you know what's good for you, you and your religious vampires will keep that shit away from me and leave."

Her weight shifted so her entire body faced Anakin and an angry energy current rushed between them. She brought the glass forward, palm facing the front of his chest. His vision shifted sideways to see her hand a hairsbreadth from touching his skin.

"Clearly, I'm not leaving." Anakin taunts as several patrons begin to leave the bar. "But I'm not sure if you can afford to loose more this early in the night."

Frustratedly, she chucked the drink at him which he waved of with the Force and it crashed to the ground ceremoniously.

Around them the crowd remains startled, however only enough to move their leisure to the periphery of the club. "Classy place." Anakin chides. "I just need an audience with the Buyer and I'll be out of your very long hair. I came with compensation."

The bartender doesn't acknowledge the comment and sets down her vibroaxe at her side. A dulled buzz begins to fill the room as customers return to their conversations but Anakin sees how she still counts the empty tables.

With his weapons secure Anakin stands slowly and gathers himself before leaning over the bar. "I'm pretty persistent as far as Jedi's go so you either can try to kill me now in your very nice night club or hook me up with The Buyer so you can be rid of me."

"Pretty boy like you, would be such a tragedy to kill." The woman thought for a moment and sighed before activating her comlink. "GiGi, prepare a suite for a night companion."

"Certainly, doll."

"This way." Anakin swallowed thickly as he followed behind the woman who had only moments ago attempted to chop his head clean off and now began to lead him past thoroughly pleased patrons towards a passage leading to a door covered in kibo flowers. Anakin noted how the male patrons watched him with jealousy and longing as he and the bartender neared the doorway.

"So The Buyer is a Doll? One of the dancers?" Anakin surmised.

"You could say that. You just have to pay for all the bells and whistles." She opened the door to reveal a large room cushioned with couches and benches of odd shapes and seat arrangements (Anakin couldn't begin to fathom how one would sit comfortably there) surrounding a large bed. No sooner than Anakin's eyes could register the furnishings a servant droid bounced into his vision.

"Oh, please do make yourself comfortable in any seat of your choosing." The droid offered, lifting a tray. "Do you anticipate requiring more than one towelette?"

"I'm sorry —"

"GiGi, he's not here for services. You can go back to the other girls." The bartender urged the droid. "Unless you need anything else?"

"No thanks, we're fine." A confused Anakin replied, forcing himself to relax his posture and expression. GiGi scurried off to resume serving the other clients.

"Now," she started, seating herself on the edge of the bed. "We have exactly one hour of uninterrupted and unmonitored conversation — well, 35 minutes actually until you have to assist with ensuring my patrons believe I'm worth what I charge — so let's not waste each other's time.

"My name is Myyra — The Buyer. Now, what is the Jedi Council so desperate to know?"

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prahacat · 3 months

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when the horrors catch up and you take an evening off to batch-process

#obi-wan kenobi #anakin skywalker #ahsoka tano #maybe obi-wan just read the outline for the next wip #why do i love to torture him so #one of my fav fanfic genres has to be meta fic horror #just imagine. how deeply disturbing it must be to find out you're a fictional character #somebody has *intentionally* written all those horrors onto you #and it wasn't even the guy who created you #he did his part. but the ppl who love it most to ruin your life and see you suffer are your fans #it's not enough that there's prob a lot of jedi rpf around in the gffa already. scarred obi-wan for life #lmao drawing anakin like this gave me so many flashbacks to my old ocs where almost every male character had that hair #also i have a job interview in one hour dsdsfhjgj #my art #prahacat draws

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paperback-rascal · 7 months

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Fix-it AU idea, where Mercy is asked to give Padme a second medical opinion. The whole confession ended with Hero with no Fear getting a couple days long mental health leave after Mercy heard all about Anakin's sleepless nights and anxiousness from his wife.

EDIT: Part 2 -> [LINK] | part 3 -> [LINK] | part 4 -> [LINK]

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#star wars #star wars AU #the clone wars #clone wars #tcw #anakin skywalker #panakin #anidala #347th regiment #jedi padawan oc #padawan oc #jedi healer OC #jedi medic OC #fanart #fancomics

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papanowo · 2 years

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sometimes when the 501st/212th have downtime they turn down the artifical gravity on the ship for funsies. yes this is canon actually mr filoni told me himself

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galactic-rhea · 2 months

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i am sooo desperate to see more art of shmi skywalker because i love her so much so thats DEFINITELY my doodle request lol

The original Skywalker, you're so right about it.

Also I have her a good friend, I'll call her...idk, Tei Demma (she is another slave, obviously).

#Thanks for the ask!#ask #request #sw #star wars fanart #my art #star wars #star wars prequels #prequel trilogy #prequels #shmi skywalker #anakin skywalker #star wars oc #oc #tw for implied abuse #tw abuse mention #tatooine #skywalker family

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ratcready · 1 year

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happy star wars day 🫶

#FUCHING FINALLY #GOOD LORD #PLS DONT FLOP PLSPLSPLSPS #star wars #the clone wars #sw #captain rex #ahsoka tano #obi wan kenobi #anakin skywalker #padme amidala #star wars ocs #commander cody

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patelladislocation · 8 months

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I love this so much (not oc, they're mentioned on the image)

#anakin skywalker #obi wan kenobi #ahsoka #star wars prequels #clone wars #funny memes #star wars art #not oc #general grievous

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anisdolly · 4 months

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・。.・゜✭・.・✫ . ✭・.・✫・✭ .・゜・。.

⠀⠀⠀⠀ ⠀⠀ ⠀ quiet now, will you?

⠀⠀⠀⠀ ⠀⠀⠀⠀ ⠀⠀⠀⠀ ⠀ ⠀STRICTLY 18+.

WARNINGS: bratfem!reader x dom!modernau!anakin, dirty talking, teasing, clit play, he likes to command just a bit too much.

summary: anakin is taking you home after picking you up from your shift, and of course he is hungry as fuck. just...you're feeling bratty.

・。.・゜✭・.・✫ . ✭・.・✫・✭ .・゜・。.

“h-hey!” you lament, hands quickly folding together to push the fabric of your sweater between your legs. the little fist they created stays there, pressed right between a drenched cunt, his hand and your thighs—a vain, and rather pathetic, attempt to stop your boyfriend from getting what he was craving. “h-hand away!”

it had been already a long day at work—your boss making you run from one office to the other just because her spoiled daughter wanted to read a book that wasn’t even fucking released yet. last thing you need, was anakin all over your pussy, and his car’s seat dirty. maybe you should’ve thought twice before shoving yourself into more comfortable clothes—a thick sweater that worked more as a short, barely covering dress—and keep your tailleur instead.

anakin just watches you squirm and use your only cloth as a barrier, his blue eyes gleaming with wicked delight before a low chuckle escapes his lips. his hand, determined in feeling more, comes to rest atop the hoodie mound you just created after abruptly pushing yours away, pressing down against the fabric just enough to feel the warmth and dampness underneath.

"'hand away'…" he teases mockingly, his voice resonating with that deep sound that is exclusively his. "think you got the power to make demands, princess? after i haven’t seen you for an entire day?" a playful, yet starved edge lines his words with a smirk. his fingers begin to move in a slow, deliberate circle over the hoodie, not enough to touch directly, but the implication is there—a reminder of the control he holds over your pretty body.

it gets you writhing and panting instantly, and as you wrap your hand around his wrist to try and move him away, the pressure only gets more insistent. so much, that what sounds like a tiny moan flips out of your mouth. you really thought you had the strength to push him away? tsk.

“a-ani…c-c’mon…” you cry, but your hips were betraying you by basically humping against his hand.

he simply scoffs at your pitiful wail, enjoying the friction of your core over his digits. “never this drenched. not even when i cum all over it.”

the car's engine hums and thrums to life as anakin lets his hand linger over your hidden cunt, driving you insane with the need for more in only seconds. yet, he never really gives you what you need. you were always so fucking perfect with your innocent blush and eager body—he loves how you respond to him so quickly, despite your best efforts. even if, at times, he has to push you a bit more. but it’s alright, because your pussy always spoke louder than your useless words.

anakin’s other hand grips the shifter, his knuckles white as he pulls it into reverse, his gaze finally breaking away from you to check the mirrors. his actions dual; driving the car while driving you mad, and it was an easy combination to him. probably it became a skill after all the other times he fingered you in that passenger seat, making you cum more than one time in less than six miles.

and even as he pulls out of the parking spot, he keeps his eyes on the task while his body did not—his driving smooth and practiced, while his fingers softly toy with you.

"quiet now, angel." he murmurs, licking his lips in what seems a concentrated—yet unbothered—expression. “don’t wanna be pulled over by cops while i milk my fingers, right?”

the car backs out from the parking lot and, as he finds the way to the road home, the vibrations of the moving vehicle add an entirely new layer to the torture you are already being put under. your doe eyes look like more interested in the movements of his fingertips rather than the road ahead, and your hole clutches around nothing.

and then, anakin found your clit even through all those layers of fabric, pushing a full-on moan out of your lungs. how the hell does he manage that? every fucking time?

“b-babe…please—” you grit out while your body heat increases more and more, and your soaked panties practically damp the sweater too.

"hey. told ya, quiet.” anakin commands again, this time way sterner than before. “if you can stay silent and good, maybe—maybe—you’ll get the reward you’re dripping for. but make even a little noise, and i’ll leave you wantin’ and aching all the damn way back."

his hand presses a little harder before pulling away completely, making you tremble at the loss, before it reaches for the gear shift to help drive on the dark street. "so…let’s see how good my little princess can really be, hm?"

your lover could feel the stickiness on his fingertips, highlighting his hunger. god, he could still taste the sweetness of your pussy from the previous night, and the scent of your arousal is the car made his pupils dilate. but there’s nothing more easy for anakin than to have self control when it comes to teasing you. so he stays in his seat, driving carelessly, as if his index and middle didn’t just turn you into a heated whore.

but tonight, you are having none of it. who does he think he is? making fun of you like that? after you had one of the most stressful days of the week at work, and even told him? hell the fuck no. just like he started, he was gonna make you finish.

“mmhm! no!” you huff out, your hands clutching the excessively long sleeves of your sweater before smacking right onto your thighs in frustration. “p-put it back there!” the pout on your face mixes with what seems a frown—this was a stance that you never dared to take before, but that now came automatically at his carefree demeanor and actions.

“now.”

whiny brat.

at your defiance, anakin’s sharp jaw clenches tightly and almost immediately. a surge of possessiveness tightens around his heart like a vice, the call to put you back in your damn place taking over any restraint he had been putting onto his own emotions. that sudden insistence in your voice makes him laugh dryly, simply not to reach out and pull your hair like you fucking deserved.

"ahhh, what did i say about zipping it?" his voice is a lethal purr, and his eyes, blue like shards of ice, caught yours in the review mirror. "seems someone’s already beggin’ for punishment." and as he continues to navigate the deserted streets, the silence of the night around you feels almost like an accomplice to whatever was about to happen inside that poor range rover.

but still, you don’t relent, staring right back into his eyes as your lids turn into two thin lines. “i’m not.” you respond, fists tightening even more with rage.

anakin drums his fingers on the steering wheel, the rhythmic tapping sending a message of impatience as he considers your outburst with a sickening silence. with a quick glance to ensure the road is empty, he slows the car, almost to a crawl. the sudden braking gets you to jerk forward, but thankfully the seatbelt prevents you from hitting your head. it makes you yelp, though, and your eyes squeeze.

"you want it there, right? is that how you ask for something, you snappy brat?” he almost barks at you, noticing how your expression is a mixture of defiance and surprise before snapping his eyes fully back towards the road.

and then, anakin reaches over with a masterful slowness, allowing the back of his knuckles to graze across the swell of your breast through the sweater, then down your stomach, before hovering just millimeters away from your needy, aching pussy. “touch this?” the scent emanating from there is still so strong, the window couldn't air it out.

“y-yeah…” you gulp, following the path of his hand with your trembling eyes, while thinking that your little tantrum did the thing. but the next words he speaks get that smug and aroused expression off of your face just as quickly as it came.

"want me to touch your pathetic cunt? funny. you break the rules, sweet girl, you get nothin'." his voice is firm yet threaded with a dark desire. "you keep being this disobedient...hmmph, i might just have to spank that pretty ass of yours until you remember who's in charge here.” then, just as abruptly, he shifts his hand away, up to the damn shift again.

now, you think twice before humming a lament. last time he slapped your ass, you were barely able to sit.

"but if you’re good—and i mean real good—you’ll get what's coming to you. i’ll fuck your worthless hole until you're screamin', breed you until you can't think...all those dirty things you like."

“i-i’m not being—” but you don’t even manage to finish your phrase as anakin makes a hard turn, taking the rover to a more secluded area—a field just by the street, apparently empty. your nails claw at each side of your seat, trying to keep you steady, and that belt helps you once again.

he told you to be fucking quiet, why you still speaking?

the headlights illuminated the open space as he pulls over, then switches off the engine, and turns in his seat to face you properly. "fucking crybaby." anakin sneered, glaring your startled body up and down. "listen up. you've got one chance to show me how good you can be for daddy. are you gonna take it, or do i have to remind you just how hard i can make that little pussy beg for me?"

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notsomeloncholy · 10 days

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Happy May 4th here's The Boy (different version under cut)

I liked both but blue a bit more :3

#art #artists on tumblr #illustration #illustrators on tumblr #star wars #fanart #star wars fanart #sw prequels #prequel trilogy #anakin skywalker #melonography #may the fourth be with you #dear god non oc art what r we gonna do

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shrenvents · 8 months

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My Bounty.

Warnings: Smut. Vaginal, unprotected sex, force play. Minors dni

Pairing: Clone Wars (single) Anakin Skywalker x Bounty Hunter reader

Summary: Anakin Skywalker goes above and beyond to make your life difficult, taking whatever he wants without explanation. So when reader confronts him, things don’t go exactly as planned.

Word count: 1.7k

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The meddling nature of the Jedi was nothing compared to the nature of Anakin Skywalker. His darkness seeps its way into everything. His dark robe, gloves, boots, curls, eyes. He was the darkness enveloping me in a dizzying spiral of hate and desire. And he did it again. He stole my bounty just so he could give me that dark look.

His gaze observes the way my fists clench and how I chew my bottom lip. A wicked smirk dances on his face as clones praise and pat him on the back. He knew exactly what he was doing, watching me with an intensity, that had me shaking.

Finally, Anakin’s eyes move away from my figure, beckoned by his Master. He stalks towards Obi-Wan Kenobi and his mocking facade breaks instantly. I nearly scream at the sight. What was he hoping to achieve? Stealing my potential profits is certainly an interesting pastime, not one you would expect from “the chosen one.”

I huff out my frustration, deflating my tense shoulders. With his back now turned, I relax. Pivoting on my heel, I hurry away from the scene. On to the next hunt, before Skywalker gets the chance to take it from me.

Frankly, I have no clue how it started, his fixation with making me miserable. I almost feel paranoid, as if I’m making up the whole debacle. But from the way he looks at me, unspeaking, I know this truly is my reality. Anakin Skywalker hates me.

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Now glaring at my reflection within the confines of my room, my restraint runs thin. I’m not gonna do it. I’m not gonna do it. I’m not gonna do it. I’m gonna do it. I’m gonna confront him because that sort of thing always goes well.

I head out towards the Jedi temple where Skywalker is most likely training his Padawan. While marching over, I contemplate the arguments I will bring up when face-to-face with him. How I will look into those comet-like eyes and not get distracted by his plump lips.

Moral of the story, I’m going to put an end to this one-sided game we play.

Once my vision connects with his broad back, his name escapes me without hesitation, “Anakin.” Saying it takes me by surprise, seeing as though I’ve never said it before. But clearly, it shocks him more, as when he turns around, his eyes are vaguely wider than I’ve ever seen them. “Y/n,” he says back flatly, face becoming neutral. Now I’m really taken aback by the way my name rolls off his tongue. Quickly, I collect myself and remember my well-thought-out points.

“What are you doing?” And out the window they go.

Anakin quirks his head quizzically. His silent reply to my rather stupid question ticks me off further. I’m practically vibrating with rage. “That was my mark you stole today Skywalker, you realize that?”

As if he’s finally understood my inarticulate speech, his lips part dumbly in “awe.” There he goes pushing my buttons, silently watching me unravel. “You think I wouldn’t notice?“ My face flushes red as I elaborate. “All the crooks you’ve miraculously caught are always the bounty that I’m after.”

There's a beat of silence where he inspects the way my chest heaves in exasperation. Then he speaks. “About time you did.” He states matter-of-factly. My jaw drops. “Excuse me? What’s that supposed to mean?”

“It means I’ve been waiting for you to notice,” he remarks with a bored look.

“Notice what?” I spit out, scowling at him.

“Me,” he finishes plainly. Silence engulfs us again and I take note of how close we’ve become. “Why would you want that?” I question, utterly perplexed.

“What do you mean?” Anakin’s brows furrow.

“I mean you’ve never spoken to me before.”

“Neither have you.” He counters. My fists tremble.

“Why then? Why do you need me to notice you?” I demand.

“What other reason can there be?” He grumbles while giving me a once-over, and then something clicks. My face falls.

“Those looks you give me-”

“Say just how much I want you, more than words ever could.” He ends my sentence, his face remaining stoic. My heart hammers wildly. I suspect he’s now waiting for me to make a move, to say anything, maybe even reject him. Instead, I hastily circle my head around, surveilling for bystanders before frantically grasping at his robe and pushing him into a nearby room. His facade flatters once again and I see puzzlement consume his face.

After I awkwardly turn the door knob and take us into the empty room, I shove him away. Anakin staggers back, looking completely disoriented, almost regretful. “Y/n?” He trails off. My anger is radiating off my body, and I know he can feel it.

“You should’ve said something,” I assert, seething.

“I’m-“ Anakin is abruptly cut off by my lips smashing against his. With my arms reaching around his neck, I can feel his body freeze. After a short moment, I start to peel away, dejected by his stillness. But Anakin instantly chases after me, no longer shying away.

He gropes my waist, and one arm pulls around it, while the other slides up my spine to rest between my shoulder blades. A moan evades my throat and is met with a deep groan.

His palms carve out my figure and fist at my clothes. Whines rush out my mouth as his tongue mingles with mine. He vigorously makes work of me, and I have to pull away. Though his lips instinctively follow me, I’m out of reach, so he settles for my neck. Sucking fervently, one may fear the spots he’s making, but in this moment, truthfully, I couldn't care less.

“Ani,” I whimper, and he growls against my nape in response. “Fuck, I need you,” I whisper. I feel his movements lurch and he mumbles something, but I can't seem to hear it over my haggard breathing.

He tears himself away from my neck, still keeping my body pressed against his. He then shifts his gaze around the room. “There’s no furniture here, I’ll just have to fuck you standing.” An audible gasp flees my mouth as Anakin slings my body around his torso, legs straddling his hips. His hands clench around my thighs as he hoists me up, securing me in place.

Fortunately, the short gown I threw on this morning made it easy for Anakin's crotch to caress my core through his pants. I push down on him and he groans at our proximity. "I was wondering when you would snap," Anakin mutters into my ear as his grip tightens. I whimper. "Screw you."

"Be patient. You will." He soothes. Digging my front teeth into my bottom lip, I drop my forehead to his shoulder as our lower halves grind against one another.

The sounds of our moans crowd the room and I can't take it anymore. "Kriff patience, I'm done waiting, General," I command in the most sensual voice I can muster. Evidently, my attempt to provoke him works because one of his hands leaves my thigh and clutches my hair in a fist, tugging my head back so his lips can crash into mine again. His other hand shifts down to his slacks. His breath hitches when he releases his cock, and so does mine when it springs up to my clothed clit. "Oh maker," I just about scream, head falling back.

His hands make quick work moving my underwear aside, and his member brushes against my folds. I shudder and screw my eyelids shut. I feel Anakin's gaze fixate on me. "Look at me." Hearing his order, I immediately obey.

Eyes fluttering open, I look into his lust-filled ones. Getting flustered by their heat, I squirm. "Y/n." He hushes, breath blowing across my face. Glancing at his features briefly, I nod, communicating what we both desperately need.

We both hold our breaths as he brings me down on his length in a slow glide. His cock pierces my entrance, and I clamp down on my incoming yelp. He was big. I hear him distractedly repeat my name, face buried in my collar. My eyes look to the ceiling in prayer.

His movements dissipate midway, and I feel his stomach clench. "You take me so well." He mumbles almost to himself. All I can do is bob my head in response. In this short pause, the pain disperses and all I feel is him - pleasure, darkness. His arms snake around my waist while mine harden around his nape.

Suddenly, he plunges into me, filling me up completely. My cry echoes throughout the room and I instantly sink my teeth into the cartilage of his ear. The growl that leaves him is next to primal. His rhythmic pounding begins to pick up speed, and I can barely keep up with each stroke. "Kiss me," he stammers out. Reeling back, I lock eyes with him before diving my tongue into his mouth.

His hips snap into my own, over and over. His stomach clenches once more and he pants into my mouth, "I'm close." Though I feel incredible, I'm not quite close to my limit, and he senses it.

One of his palms unravels from my body, steadily hovering over my center. Thinking he's going to touch me, I arch my back away from his embrace to allow space for his digits to meet my slit. But, as I wait, an unexpected pressure attacks my core. I gasp away from his lips and I peer down, leaning my forehead on his.

His hand isn't physically touching me, yet I feel as though I'm close to climaxing. Bewildered, I shoot my eyes from his floating hand to his lewd expression. His grin is strangely smug as he watches me. Then it registers: he's using the force to make me cum. Completely stunned, I simply bore my eyes into him, mouth agape.

Our orgasms come at once and wash over us at his charge. He puffs out a loud sigh of relief and continues to hold me, pumping slower than before, til the action ceases.

"Maker," I huff, "Next time, just use your words, and I'm yours." A smile forms on his face. He sheepishly nods, "Next time."

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shapelytimber · 21 days

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Happy lesbian visibility week <3

The one week of the year I am being perceived (that's a lie, I am aggressively a lesbian irl. No one can look at me and think I am anything else) ! To celebrate, here is a compilation of what have been slowly taking other my mind these past few months : my star wars sapphic au :)

It's silly, it's inconsistent, it's made for me to have fun drawing women ! So here is every piece of art I made for it until this point, enjoy !

(A lot of them are available as prints on my inprint)

As always, the Palpatine and Dooku designs were made by Stagbeetleboy :) these are his designs

Here is a link to every og posts :

Disco maul

The anime wives

Butch4femme Hanleia

Blood hound

How to woo a countess

Fem Obi-wan sketches

t4t obimaul hooking up

Maul should have been at the club

Girls night out

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rackcty · 8 months

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recent sw stuff. God i hate star wars

#my art #GUHHHHH #captain rex #ahsoka tano #anakin skywalker #the clone wars #tcw #clone oc #His name is arctic i love him #qui gonn jinn #obi wan kenobi #star wars #fan art

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antxlss · 8 months

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roadtrip VI

pairing: anakin x reader (modern au)

summary: after your encounter with anakin at the party, you give up your grudge against anakin and give into your temptations.

warnings: SMUT, loss of virginity, no specified form of protection (i don’t condone this irl, duh), small size kink.

words: 1.8k

a/n: guys I know this took forever, but I wanted my first smut fic to be good. this will be the last part to this series, I have enjoyed writing this so, so much. please give me feedback, i love hearing from everyone! ~Max <3

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part V

After your encounter, Anakin quickly dragged you out of the party and into his truck. He only had one drink, so he was in good condition to drive.

The whole way back to your beach house was silent. Anakin's hand rested on your upper thigh. You could cut the sexual tension with a knife. You both couldn't wait to get to the house and tear each other's clothes off, just like you had pined to do for so long.

Once you enter your beach house, you quickly lock the door behind you both.

Anakin takes the lead and pushes you against the wall, as he begins to kiss you aggressively.

He puts his hands all over your body, as you press yourself up against him.

You feel his tongue pressing against yours as the two of you continue to kiss in the living room.

You kiss until you both fall to the ground, as Anakin rips off your shirt while you try to take off his.

You can feel your breath getting heavier as you unintentionally buck your hips into his hard on.

Anakin groans in your ear. "You have no idea what you do to me."

He grinds down on your core and you let out a soft moan.

"Fuck you sound beautiful." He mumbles into your neck.

Anakin suddenly grabs your waist and throws you over his shoulder. "Need to taste you."

You gasp as Anakin walks to the bedroom and gently tosses you in the bed.

Your back hits the soft mattress and Anakin is immediately on top of you.

You begin to feel anxious, as you stare up at him. You don't want to move and you feel completely vulnerable right now.

"I need you." Anakin whispers to you, as he pulls you close to him.

"I've waited so long for this moment and now we're finally here. Are you sure you want this?"

The few cups of beer you had had that night were worn off, so you knew it wasn't the alcohol. Maybe it was the pure desire built up over the 17 years you'd known him. You wanted Anakin more than you could put into words.

You wanted to indulge in the fantasies your father and his mother had always talked about. Getting married, having kids, growing old together. You wanted him. Every. Single. Inch.

"I've never been more sure."

That's all it took for Anakin to slam his lips back onto yours.

You feel the heat of your lust fill your whole body, as Anakin begins to kiss you again.

You feel Anakin's body on top of you, as he slowly slides down your body with his kisses.

Your moans become louder with each second of his lips touching you.

"Oh my god... Anakin." You speak with your voice cracking.

You close your eyes again and you feel Anakin's hand start to slide down your body.

You try to fight the urge to move, as Anakin continues to kiss your neck and shoulders, making his way further down.

He's now eye level with your core. His hands reach the waist band of your pants and he slides your pants down your legs slowly while keeping eye contact with you.

You're left in your underwear and bra. Vulnerable to Anakin. But you feel safe, even though you've never done this before.

Your hands begin to shake, as Anakin stops to look up at you. You feel the tension build as you both stare at each other.

The thought of Anakin seeing you completely naked fills you with both lust and anxiety.

Anakin smiles at you in a smug and teasing way, as his hand runs over your chest.

He speaks to you again. "You look so innocent, but I know how badly you want it."

You just moan in response.

Anakin swiftly unhooks your bra and discards it to the side. Your nipples immediately harden at the sudden cold air.

Anakin lowers his head to your chest and begins to kitten lick your nipples. You hiss at the unfamiliar feeling.

Anakin looks you in the eyes. His hand slides over your legs and he begins to slowly rub as you begin to moan and writhe under him.

He keeps his eye contact with you as he slides down to where his mouth is hovering over your clothed heat.

His hands make their way from your waist down to your hips and he catches your underwear and slides them down your legs and throws them in the floor.

You watch in awe as he grabs your thighs and forces them open looking straight at your glistening cunt.

"Fuck, you're so wet. Is that for me baby?" Anakin mumbles.

You buck your hips up desperately wanting the heat of his mouth on you. You moan in response to his question hoping that will satisfy him.

"I need words Y/N." He bites the inside of your thigh.

You yelp. "Fuck! Yes, all for you Ani."

"That's what I thought." He placed a gentle kiss to your clit.

"I know you e never done this before honey, so I'll be gentle. Tonight is all about you."

Anakin dives down down into your middle and licks a wet strip right through your folds. You shudder at the feeling and grip his dirty blond curls.

Anakin speeds up his licks to the point where he is lapping up all your juices. Your hips were bucking and thrashing into his face.

Anakin tightens his grip on your thighs and holds your hips to the bed. "Gotta stay still f'me pretty girl."

Anakin dives back down and continues his unrelenting pace. He is tongue fucking you at this point as you writhe against the restraints of his arms. Moans where constantly dripping from your lips as you reached your high. You felt the familiar burning sensation build in your lower stomach.

Anakin pulls his head back and your eyes widen at the sudden loss of touch. Before you knew it Anakin was spitting a glob of saliva on your already sticky cunt.

That pushed you over the edge.

As soon as his mouth made contact with your skin again, you felt the warmth spread through your body. Whimpers and pants were steadily coming out of your mouth while Anakin's mouth gently worked you down from your high.

Anakin pulled back. He was panting. His bare chest rising up and falling down. The lower half of his face was glistening with your release. You could've orgasmed again at the sight.

"You okay baby?" Anakin asked breathlessly while rubbing his big, calloused hands up and down my thighs, trying to soothe their trembling.

"More than okay." You whisper.

Sure you have orgasmed before, but it was only by your own hand. That was like something you had never felt before. You wanted more.

"Need you inside me." You whine.

"Are you sure you can take it?" He asks with a cocky smirk.

"You're such a prick." You smirk back

Anakin chuckles in return and begins to pull his pants down his legs to reveal his black boxer briefs. You could see his dick straining against the fabric. You could already tell he was big. He discarded his pants an ripped his boxers down to free his hardened cock. It sprung out and his hand flew to it so he could gently pump up and down his shaft, spreading the precum around to lubricate himself.

He was big.

You'd never had sex before, so you didn't know how this really worked. You weren't even sure it would fit.

Anakin could see the concern on your face. "Don't worry honey, we'll take it slow."

"Will it hurt?" You whimpered.

"It's gonna sting a little, but nothing my good girl can't handle, right?" He reassures you while repositioning himself over you.

You nod your head as you feel the tip of his cock graze over your folds. You shutter at the feeling. You are nervous but you just want more.

Anakin lines himself up and leans down to your ear. "You ready?"

"Mmhm."

With your assurance he slowly pushes himself in. Just as he said, you felt a small stinging sensation as your walls stretched over his cock. Your eyes watered and you whimpered and whined. Your hands wrapped around to Anakin's bare shoulder and gripped on tight as he bottomed out.

"You're doing so good sweetheart, just gonna stay still for a bit and let you adjust." Anakin praise.

"You're so big Ani." You cry in his ear.

You feel his cock twitch at your words and you let out a small moan in response.

After a minute or two of Anakin embracing you and whispering sweet nothings in your ear while you get used to his size, you were finally ready for him to move.

"You can move now."

You feel Anakin's weight shift above you. He lets out a small grunt as a sign that he's gonna start moving. Anakin begins to thrust forward and back in long strong strokes. Your legs tighten around his waist.

"Talk to me baby, tell me how I make you feel with my big cock." Anakin demands.

"Feels... fuck. Mmm... so good Ani." You barely breath out.

You could hardly think, much less talk with Anakin thrusting into you. This was much different than you thought it would feel like. Your mind was fogged with the mixture of pleasure and pain. You were letting our unintentional noises you didn't even know you could make. But you were loving every second of it.

As Anakin gets a rhythm going, your eyes lock, and you can't take your eyes off of each other. You begin to breathe heavy and your moans get louder. Anakin leans down and you begin to lock lips once again. His strong arms wrapped around your body and his long legs firmly dug into the bed.

"Yes! Yes!" You cried out, the pleasure and pain becoming more defined with every moment.

Your legs trembled from the overwhelming sensations as your fingers gripped his fluffy, disheveled hair.

You feel Anakin's arms wrap around you tightly and his kisses become more desperate and his thrusts become sloppy.

Your eyes widen as a wave of euphoria hits over you. Your legs become weak and your body starts to tremble.

"Fuck... 'm cumming!" Is all you could whimper out.

Anakin continues thrusting until you feel his cock twitch and feel a deep groan con from his throat. You feel the warmth of his release spread through you, then he collapses on top of you.

He lies down and nuzzles your neck. He seems tired. He wraps his arms around you and breathes deeply to slow his own breathing.

"You're so good, baby." He murmurs into your neck. "You felt so good."

He kisses your neck and shoulders as he settles in close for a cuddle.

"You're mine, I'm never letting you go." Anakin whispers. "No one else can have you, only me."

He holds you close to him and runs his fingers through your hair. "Mine, mine, mine."

You tangle your limbs with his and drift off to his sweet assurances.

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