#imagine star wars

[phoeebsbuffay]

Imagine when everyone ignores Anakin Skywalker's growing darkness...but you. What are you going to do?

Warnings: angst, drama, explicit smut.

Warnings 2: *long post*; unburnt Vader.

Strong recommendations: “Say Don’t Go”, Taylor Swift.

No minors

Preface

You are getting ready for your next mission when you hear steps. You know whose steps are, not entirely surprised when detecting the darkness they echo.

You quickly leave aside your preparations to meet him, but there is no need: he comes after you. Anakin opens the door abruptly and this is the moment where one faces the other.

“Master Y/N Y/LN”, he addresses you cooly.

The sound of his voice breaks your heart; a curious contrast to his eyes, whose new color could flare you in burning hell. You feel tears choking your throat, never reaching your eyes, though.

“There is no need to use formalities, Anakin. Is this what we are now? Strangers to each other?”

“I am a tragedy roll”, he speaks angrily. “This is the moment we must say goodbye to each other.”

“Am I a waste of memory?”, you burst out. “A song of goodbye to be sang in your head?”

Although he is expecting a reaction of you, such words are not what his mind had played before. It is strange to see in you the mirror of his angst.

“What other alternative is there? The Jedis are corrupted!”, Anakin yells and the quarters you are at seem to shake. But you remain there, still. “They brought me to decay!”

“That's not the truth! You brought this to yourself, although fairly so!”, you speak anxiously, going towards him. “Forget about everything. Forget about them. This isn’t about the Jedis or the Siths. It’s about who are you becoming, Ani.”

There are tears in his eyes, but also the depth of darkness that drags you into it, like the gravity of Tartarus. A call you cannot refuse.

Yet, you feel strangely in peace when being pulled into it.

“You don’t understand.”

“I do”, you speak softly. “I don’t judge you whatsoever. I am not asking you to choose. I am, however, trying to wake you up from this illusion. There is darkness in me as there is in you. But we can be at peace with it.”

“You sound convicted”, he whispers, eyeing down to his hands, holding the saber still.

“Your lack of conviction is disturbing, dear Ani”, you side smirk at him.

He raises his eyes to meet yours. Silence hangs in between you two. What’s to happen then?

***

A few years ago.

When you first meet him, he is the General Skywalker everyone talks about, known for his blows, his sagacity, ferocity in battlefield, but also for his sharp wit and tongue that may displease some people—not that he cares about it.

There is also a rumor that this handsome General is romantically linked to Senator Padmé, but you don’t care about rumors. You are hardly interested in this kind of gossip.

What you want is to prove your worth to your Master before you rise to become a proper Jedi. You are given a mission, delegated under the command of the said general.

“So here you are”, he greets you with a smug on his face. But you don’t find him arrogant as some had warned you about, rather you are amused by his cockiness. “Y/N Y/LN, aspiring to be a Knight Jedi. Am I correct?”

“Aye”, you respond confidently. “My trials are expected to occur towards the end of this year, however, as I’ve been developing well, my Master is giving me a chance to be trained under your guidance.”

Anakin folds his arms, analyzing you. There is something about you that reminds him of himself—he is precociously aimed to be a Master, whereas you are almost the same level of Ahsoka, his Padawan. However, you strike him something far different than Ahsoka.

A strange feeling seems to placate his heart. Anakin reads your anxiety, however, and says:

“Very well. But before we set on mission, I want to see how good you are, Y/LN.”

You side smirk at him.

“You won’t be disappointed, General Skywalker.”

He raises his eyebrows, but you spot a shadowy smile forming on his lips: you know you had surprised him, something few could do.

***

Anakin is indeed surprised by you. When you first train together, your discipline and strength out-stand his judgement. You could be his equal, your master had ensured that.

“Well, looks like you are quite gifted, Jedi. Why haven’t I heard of you before goes beyond my understanding.”

“I wasn’t ready to make my name yet”, you shrug your shoulder.

He cannot help a laughter. Disdain rolls out of his tongue when he says:

“So is this what’s it about? Making your name?”

“No”, you disguise well the anxiety of being misinterpreted. “It’s more than that. But if I want to become a Jedi I must be useful, be known.”

“This is not about you, Y/LN. Being a Jedi is much more than making yourself a name. It’s about others, making peace before all”, he explains.

“Why fighting to make peace then? If one does not rise, one cannot be useful.”

Ah, Anakin thinks, here it is. Her wit is as sharp as Ahsoka’s if not more because of her age. He chuckles.

“These are good questions to be asked. How observing.”

“It’s not that difficult to perceive, but to be perceived”, you tell him as you straighten yourself, keeping your saber once the training ends.

“What’s to be perceived? To be seen? Why does it matter to have your name written down in dusty old pages?”, Anakin teases you, for he wishes to hear more of you.

You turn at him. Your eyes meet in one significant gaze, and even though you are aware he’s trying to read your intentions, you block him. Another smirk comes to your lips when seeing frustration in his tempest blue eyes.

“Call it insecurity if you like. I call it making my journey. Not for others, but for being Jedi. You say being a Jedi is for others, which I agree. But it all starts with a personal journey. If I don’t make my name, General, I cannot give it to others. I cannot create my strength, my purpose dies in ink.”

“It makes sense”, remarks Anakin, musing how much of what you say is something that he once thought too. “Just be mindful of your duties.”

“As always, Master.”

As you leave, however, his eyes are glued on you. What mystery is the aura you have, or would be the innocent beauty that has captivated him, mixed with this atypical force you bear?

***

Fighting under General Skywalker’s orders is more than one could normally take. He is demanding, he might sound cold to others, he is intense. Every inch the fruit of Kenobi, as you heard once.

But you manage to keep up. You fight as hard as him, you follow his steps in silence, somehow you want to be like him…or even overcome him. The fierceness in him defies you.

And he sees it.

“Don’t climb too fast”, he advises you once. “Otherwise the fall will be too hard.”

Your pride is knocked down, but reason admits it to be necessary. Why pressing for an inexistent rivalry?

“Learn from the best and the best you will be”, he smiles at you.

It’s a good time to learn and you do your best to follow his footsteps. Until things start to get out of control.

***

The first signs are seen when Master Windu arrogantly dismisses General Skywalker’s attempts to be acknowledged as Jedi Master, or his contributions to the Jedi Order. More than once you come to find Anakin struggling not to speak some dirty truths to the other male’s face.

And it starts not to become rare his impulsiveness. Which leads him to a state of rage that once had you internally scared.

You have just landed from a difficult mission, starting to collect your new scars, when you find him fuming.

“…that son of a whore!”

Your eyes go wide. Luckily for you, he doesn’t see you. Anakin has in mind that apparently a third person such as Senator Clovis, whose allegiance to the Republic has been very dubious, has more than good intentions to Padmé. His care for the lady in question has been misinterpreted as being excess of jealousy which led them to a fight and a subsequent break up.

He’s been so caught up with this wave of rage and frustration about how nothing he does is enough that he barely sees you—believing to be by himself, Anakin thinks to be safe to release this rage.

But when he spots a delicated figure standing before him, he has the decency to blush.

“Ah, Y/LN. It’s you.”

Why does it flinch to hear him address you as such? But you dismiss your sentiments by putting a face.

“Excuse me, General Skywalker. Rex sent me here to deliver you this hologram. He asked me to do so before I join his squad.”

Anakin raises his eyes to study you carefully. Though pleased to see you are well versed in mind studies, he wishes he could know more of you. Leaving these anxieties aside, he says:

“Join his squad? Why? You are my best…” Anakin realizes he doesn’t have exactly a good word to qualify your position. “Well, my best comrade.” He pulls a grimace at such thought.

You giggle. As you place a curl behind your ear, suddenly Anakin realizes you are…a very good looking woman.

“We ought to depart soon, Sir. Please excuse my forwardness in coming in such a bad day.”

Funny it is, Anakin thinks, how he had only eyes for Padmé. But what intrigues him is: how come so suddenly does he notice your unique beauty? Your y/c eyes display goodness, but also locked doors: which only frustrates him.

Anakin sighs, trying to focus at the present moment.

“There is nothing to be excused for. Come, let me be a better host and offer you something to drink or eat. Unless you are in a hurry?”

Suddenly shy, you say:

“No, sir. I am departing in two days, although I am considering leaving earlier with the men.”

Anakin casts you a meaningful glance, one of the kind you cannot precise it.

“Why leaving earlier? Is it something from the Council?”

You notice his subtle despise to it, but make no mention of it.

“No. Nothing about it. I just have a hutch about the Ventress, is all.”

Anakin instantly turns at you.

“Are you out of your mind, Y/N? You cannot go after her! You are not even a Jedi yet!”

“Well, thank you for reminding me of it, Master”, you retort, hurt. “But I do believe I am as capable as you in going after her.”

Once sitting at the couch of his quarters and with drinks in your hands, Anakin softens.

“Apologies, Y/N. I did not mean to say these things. You are the best Padawan I’ve seen so far, but you are young, though, and the Ventress is dangerous and experienced. She proved tough even to Obi-Wan.”

You tilt your head to your right and, to Anakin’s dismay, there is a spark of amusement behind your y/c eyes.

“Young, so you claim. But we are not that different. I am merely a few years younger than you, General. Two, if I am correct.”

“Of all the things I said this is what concerns you the most?”, he exclaims, slightly annoyed.

“Yes, it it’s”, you snap back.

“Don’t you be snippy at me, Y/N.”

The only reason you don’t grow any bolder is that you see something behind those piercing blue eyes that gets you alarmed. You are not entirely imprudent, however, so you choose silence as your weapon.

“As you wish, General.”

To his perplexity, you walk away. But what’s worse is that he feels hurt at you doing so. A part of him seems to whisper: will the people that come to my life ever stay?

An unspoken thought that for some strange reason seems to reach you. You don’t look back, but you wish things were different. Yet, looking forward tomorrow, you decide to play things from another perspective.

There is little need to wait, though, for as you start to get to your ship, he is right after you.

“Y/N, wait.”

Your heart races when he addresses you. Instantly you turn to meet him, seeing something different in his eyes that shakes you internally.

“I didn’t mean to be rude at you. There’s been too much going on”, Anakin says softly.

“It’s all good”, you offer him a faint smile, bearing compassion in your features. “I know you are going through hard times, Master. You can confide in me.”

He hesitates. You wait. Anakin feels the weight of your gentle gaze on him, but he cannot hold it.

“I… I appreciate it, Y/LN”, he raises his eyes and for a moment when his blue irises linger in yours, your mental shield is threatened. “Truthfully.”

“Is there anything I can do to help you?”

Anakin studies you for a moment. He opens his mouth, but nothing comes from it. When it appears he’s going to say anything at all, the hologram calls.

It’s Obi-Wan.

“Looks like we are parting ways”, you say, not covering your disappointment.

“For now, Y/LN”, mumbles Anakin. “For now”.

And so he watches you go. Bitterly so.

***

You prepare to venture after Ventress when Anakin finds you. Today, he’s wearing much darker, somber robes, a contrast to your light vine ones. Despite the differences making your eyebrows frown, you are surprised about his presence.

“Y/LN. Rex informed me of your whereabouts. Stubborn, aren’t we?”, he disapproves your decision, arms folded as he watches you with deep concern in his eyes.

“You may call me Y/N by now, Master”, you give him a smile, much to his dismay. The kind of smile that breaks his barriers, that pulls him to the unknown. “You don’t have to worry about me. The time spent with you prepared me for this.”

“You don’t know what you are saying…” Anakin barely breathes out and you notice the pain in his eyes. “Don’t go, Y/N. I ask you this.”

There is so much to be said, all of which he reads like a torrent of unspoken words that fall over his head like a waterfall. The silence still hangs between you two, momentarily so, painfully so.

“You don’t have to prove your worth”, he whispers, thinking somehow this council to be of the kind he should follow. “Y/N…”

“I swear I’ll make you proud”, you insist, unwilling to be drowned in a puddle of anxiety. “Trust in me, will you?”

Anakin hesitates. You are much his counterpart, the mirror of his best side… somehow you perceive what’s not being said. It’s when you see through him, and this makes you hesitate.

“Anakin”, you call him. “We could go together.”

He is surprised at this sudden request. You clearly haven’t expected this either, but as you realize what you said, your smile grows bigger in your lips.

“We could, couldn’t we?”

That is when your bond deepens. But that is also your first attempt to rescue him from himself…

***

In the midst of the chase, you two end up in planet Y/C, known for the worst temperes, although it’s unlike that volcano planet you loath. There, to your consternation, the chase is delayed by a very bad sand storm.

“The best we can do is use it in our favor”, so tells you Anakin.

“And how’s that?”, you ask, not in the best of your mood.

As he flies to a safe spot, he ensures the environment hides the ship.

“She must be here somewhere. Sometimes we ought to be patient, Padawan.” Anakin side smirks at you.

“Says the one who is not really the most patient man”, you remark with a disapproving head shake.

“Never claimed to be such”, Anakin smiles wide. “We can rest for a moment. If you feel like sleeping. This ship is slightly more spacious than the one I usually pilot. Feel free to have some rest.”

“I appreciate it, but I’m too restless, I’m afraid.”

For a moment, neither you nor Anakin speak. It’s when you are moved by a curiosity that the Jedi already foresees it.

“Say it”, he grumbles under his breath. “Say what you want to say.”

“What? I didn’t say anything at all.”

He folds his arms and gives you a knowing glance. When seeing you blush, Anakin realizes he likes the view.

“I… To be frank, I am worried about you.”

“Yeah? I appreciate your concern, Y/Nickname”, Anakin is pleased when you smile almost unconsciously as he comes up with a nickname that shows how closer you two have become. “But this is war.”

“We cannot let our personal grievances lead the path to madness. It’s unwise”, you realize that your eyes cannot divert from his.

He sighs.

“It’s a weight you don’t understand. You should enjoy your life, Y/Nickname. Do your best, build your convictions and live for them.”

“I do”, you say firmly. “You are part of them. Ever since our paths crossed…”

“Don’t”, Anakin knows he’s being rude by cutting you, but it’s clear an emotional response. “I’ve been there before, it didn’t end well.”

“Allow me to give you hope”, you know you should not insist, but your tongue runs loose. Anakin avoids your gaze, but he cannot flee from you. “Don’t let what we have fade away. I am not her. But this doesn’t have to be what once was.”

He slowly turns his head at you, aware of your silent riot, sensing the pulse of your heart, the urge behind your eyes.

“This path… You don’t want to take, Y/N”, yet he is irresistibly drawn to you.

“Don’t go”, the words are whispered without the consent of your conscience.

What happens next is unpredictably out of control. His lips suddenly collide against yours, his hands cup your face, your body leans against his, your hands are all over him.

In the middle of storm, where nature cries out intensively against the presence of intruders in her domines, you and Anakin are found collapsing in each other.

“Y/Nickname… You shouldn’t make me want you”, Anakin growls under his breath.

He rests his forehead against yours, eyes closed. You smile, gently playing with his curls.

“There are many things I shouldn’t want either, but here I am with you.”

Anakin chuckles under his breath.

“You are unbelievable…”

Locking hands with him, you let yourself slide into his lap. You feel his admiring gaze linger over your feature, and you do the same, fearful somehow of losing him.

“Fear leads to anger…”, Anakin whispers when detecting your thoughts, his lips brushing against yours as his hands hold you tight. You can feel his body reacting to your slight moves over his manhood, but you don’t do nothing yet.

“We should not form any romantic attachments”, you whisper back with a naughty smile on your lips, leaning to bite down his bottom lip.

Anakin groans at your provocation, about to let that beast within take the reins of the situation… That is, until the hologram buzzes.

It’s Obi-Wan Kenobi.

Again.

***

• Hours before the tragedy.

Had you not gotten yourself wounded in the process, perhaps things would’ve been different. The possibility never ceases to torment you. There had been other factors, you were more than aware, but you still feel guilty about it.

Specially when you see him so distressed. And seemingly avoiding you.

“General, may I have a word with you?”, you finally manage to have a moment alone with him.

Anakin, lost in deep contemplations, already his aura fuming darkness, stops abruptly. Noticing you, he looks distant to you—unreachable even, much to your consternation.

When inferring the pain that never reached your tongue, Anakin softens. Nonetheless, he remains at what he judges to be a safe distance for you.

“Y/N, the Chancellor waits for me.”

“It won’t take a minute”, you insist.

Already seeing behind your eyes the urge in your heart, the Jedi is baffled by how every piece of you mirrors himself. A comfort, but also an aching for which there is no healing.

No, he cannot prove you like this.

Yet, before he knows, your tongue breaks loose.

“I love you. Don’t…go.”

When he reacts in bewilderment, your heart falls. You struggle to remain calm, but a wave is about to crush you.

Anakin wants to scream “I love you too”. He wishes to hold you in his arms, to kiss you fervently, to make love with you all night.

He wants to say “I love you too”.

He wants to make you his wife.

But… he won’t.

***

• The Order 66.

You stare through the window. From the emptiest quarters, silence embraces your pain, providing you some new odd sort of home.

Your reason so far holds the reins of the disruption that attacks your heart like a fever, the symptom of a diseases against which your body struggles.

Night rises and so comes the darkness. Memories are the worst type of phantom one must deal with. How can you exorcise it? How, when he walked away, leaving you bleeding, abandoned to hopelessness?

It’s been days since he parted, taking some piece of you. Numbed by it, you occupied yourself enough to avoid such thoughts.

You decide to leave your quarters. The corridors scream silently at you.

“I have a bad feeling about this”, you whisper.

Accused by inner demons for feeding illusions to your hungry heart, you shake them off as you grip tight your saber and step through the poorly illuminated room.

You hear the sound of blasters. You prepare to join a fight that transmits the sound of defeat.

“Why’d you have to twist the knife? Well, now I am prepared to hold it against me”, you think bitterly aloud.

It’s when a tear rolls down. Not much later, General Skywalker meets you. However, he is not the same Jedi you once knew…

***

• The Rise of the Dark Side •

“You are in suffering”, Lord Vader muses.

There is so much to be said, but none leaves your mind.

“Put an end to it”, it’s all you can say. “Do it and we’ll both be at peace with it.”

“Never took you for drama”, he retorts, but you swear there is some amusement behind his yellow eyes.

“Judge what you must.” And then of course, it comes the inevitable burst. “Why did you make me want to you? Why did you have to leave me behind like that?”

Looking disconcerted at you, it’s the first time you make him speechless.

“Y/N”, he slowly steps forward.

“I was yours!”, you don’t realize the burst takes all of you. “But you were never mine! Never…”

“Repressing your sentiments like that only leads to the inevitable path you are now”, Vader moves subtly to where you are. “Come with me, Y/N. Together, we can rule the galaxy together.”

“I’ve never cared about power”, you snort in between sobs.

He is silent, but his moves speak louder than any words. This Sith Lord holds you against him, though from behind he rests his hands around your waist.

Breathing your perfume, he knows there is no need to fight anymore. Your pain is now his.

“Don’t go”, Vader begs softly. “Say you are coming, Y/N.”

You slowly turn at him. His darkness tempts you, you are so tired of hurting… he cups your face with both his hands, resting his forehead against yours.

“I was always yours”, so he says. “I am not going anywhere. Not anymore.”

“You better don’t.”

This Sith Lord smiles. Your loyalty to him, whoever he is now, remains unchanged.

“I love you”.

Saying so, he doesn’t wait for your response. And just like that, in that forgotten quarters, Vader wants to compensate for the time wasted.

He pursuits your lips, now holding you as if he fears you’d change your mind, prompted to resist him—like others did. But you are too tired to fight anyway, and your heart has always been his.

You kiss him back, diving in deep waters. Your tongue dances perfectly with his, and there is strangely a balance with you two. As his arms involve you in a tender embrace, your hands climb from his chest to his face, moving to his hair, where your fingers are wrapped around his curls.

“I want you so bad”, Vader groans under his breath, his own hands famine for your body; quickly finding ways to unlace your robes. “How could you possible nurture the idea I was hers? Fuck her. I’m yours.”

You throw your head to the side, under his control completely.

“You never assured me otherwise”, you respond him in between soft whimpers as his tongue is now dancing circles in your neck. “Holy Maker!”

“Yes? Give in to me, my darling”, Vader moans softly, leading the way to bed and there lying you down.

On your elbows, you are urged to help toss him away his clothes. World outside might be plunged in darkness, but yours is burning wild on fire.

“I might do that”, you don’t protest, eyes devouring his well built muscles as your hands move from his curls to his neck, caressing his warm skin.

You would gladly go down below, but he prevents you doing so:

“Let me see if you will”, he whispers against your ear.

That way, his lips start tracing lines of kisses around your skin, slowly and teasingly. Vader smirks when hearing you soft whimpers. Very gently, indeed, he parts your legs, making sure he’s domineering you in every possible way.

Looking down at you, he sees lust gleaming behind your y/c eyes as he teases his manhood now exposed, touching lightly as it rises erect—and a smirk is fully displayed on his lips at seeing your body reacting: your nipples going hard, you trying to hold back your squirm…

“Do you like what you see, Y/N?”

“Yes, Master”, you moan. “Must you torture me thus?”

Lord Vader chuckles, pleased at your words. He leans softly against you, teasing the entrance of your feminine part with the tip of his manhood all the whilst his hands begin to play with your nipples.

He enjoys, more than he cares to admit, the lullaby he makes you sing. Vader watches as every unspoken word creates unspeakable images that he captures thanks to the use of Force. And he is sure ready to make them real.

Not long after that, as his lips reach each nipple of yours, taking quite a while at your chest, Lord Vader’s hand skillfully finds the way to you. Just like what you want him to.

By complying to your secretive desires, you are brought to such an exquisite sensation of bliss. Lord Vader makes sure to watch as you come undone—and there is no need to use the Force to ensure it happens.

Your screams are barely louder when they are shut by your lover’s lips. As he slaps your bum after you come undone—respectfully so—, Vader crawls over you and…

There.

You finally…

Have him.

“Oh Lord”, you whimper.

“Is this what you want me to do with you, my lady Sith?”, Vader growls at your hear, pleased to see how aroused you are.

“Y-Yes”, part of you doesn’t acknowledge the meaning behind his words, but the other part—perhaps a whole part, in truth—shines like a midnight sun in its glory. “Fuck, yes!”

Locking bodies with you, one moves with the other in perfect synchrony until both parts come undone.

“I love you”, and this you know is the true essence of the man you’ve come to known.

Enjoying his firm, possessive embrace, you look up at him and smile.

“I love you too.”

When seeing an unposed question behind his yellow eyes, you cup his face, peppering it with gentle kisses and saying:

“Whatever your soul is made of, mine is the same. We are not agony, perhaps not even hope, but something greater.” You lean on your elbow, eyeing him worth the purest devotion he’d ever seen. “I love you.”

Seeing you fall asleep on his chest, whilst messing with your hair, Lord Vader silently contemplates the weight of your words. He doesn’t need any Jedi, nor Sith, but you and you alone.

Having tasted the power provided by the dark side, how strange it is to be tempted by the light when he’s with you.

So the Sith Lord joins you in his sleep, peaceful for the first time in years.

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Break the code (Reader x Luke Skywalker)

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Summary: Luke Skywalker is ready to take Grogu and Reader with him for training. You are quite intimidated and shy around him because of his looks. Luke notices your nervousness and decides to have a sweet conversation about it. Falling in love with him, you start avoiding him knowing how serious he is off the Jedi code. When Ahsoka stumbles upon you, she finds it adorable that you are hiding yourself from him. Eventually encouraging you to accept your feelings. When Grogu falls asleep, Luke asks why you keep running away from him, leading up to a confession

The cloaked figure lowered his hood. It’s eyes drawn immediately to you. They lingered for a moment before moving on towards the little green kid that Din was holding. Moving his cloak aside, he rose his gloved hand upwards. – “I’ve come for the child and the girl.” – he spoke, gaze going back to you. Your breath shuddered as your posture straightened. – “I’ve come to train them.” – he added moving his gaze to Din Djarin. Din looked down at Grogu, then up to you. It made you swallow as this was truly the beginning of something new.

The search for a jedi trainer finally fulfilled. Din said his goodbye’s to Grogu as you looked over your shoulder to Bo-Katan. She had a sense of what was expected from you, making her way over to you. Opening her arms, she let you fall against her embrace, hugging you tight. – “You’ll be alright Y/n. We’ll be alright too. Just focus on your training with the kid and we’ll see each other soon.” – Bo-Katan told you, squeezing you tight. Feeling your eyes swell up, you had to hold back any tears. – “I’ll miss you.” – you spoke back, saying your goodbye.

Bo-Katan nodded slowly letting go of you. Fennic nodded proudly at afar to you. Turning around you noticed Din had taken off his helmet. Seeing him for the first time with a face. Grogu already making his way over to the jedi. Din had tears in his eyes. Seeing them made you tear up as well. The water flowing down, making you rush up into his embrace. – “Take care of the kid, Y/n.” – he spoke, brushing his fingers through your hair.

You nodded, tightening your embrace. – “I’ll see you again… I am sure of it Din.” – you whispered to him. – “I love you.” – you said to him as he was like a brother to you. – “You too.” – he answered giving you a kiss against your cheek. – “Don’t forget.” – he said wiping his cheek dry. – “You are part Mandalorian too Y/n. My family.” – he added touching your chin. Your lip trembled, hating to say goodbye. It felt like a piece of your life got torn apart. – “Y/n.” – closing your eyes, you dropped your shoulders with a deep exhale.

Slowly turning around with teary eyes at your new destiny. The jedi carrying Grogu in his hand as his other was still extended towards you. Nodding to reassure yourself of your new faith, you started approaching him. Moving your hand outwards, longing for a grip. The tip of your fingers coming in contact with his. Slowly moving further down his hand to his palm where he gently closed his fingers over your hand. Inhaling deep you had accepted the path your life was taking now.

He turned as you followed his steps, coming to his side. His hand lowered to the side, leading you out of the room, Grogu in his other. You forced yourself to look back one more time with pity in your eyes. Noticing the jedi was watching you. – “It is for the best.” – he told you. – “It is the path you must take.” – you lowered your gaze not so sure of that right now. The jedi let go of your hand near his x-wing where you settled in with Grogu.

*

You swallowed nervously standing before him. Luke gestured for you to sit as you hesitantly did. He sat down as well noticing you were looking away around to the green scenery of nature rather then your jedi trainer. – “Y/n.” – Luke spoke to pull your attention to him. – “Oh… sorry…” – you responded brushing your palms nervously over your legs, turning your head to him. Still rather avoiding any long eye contact with him. There was just something so intimidating and attractive about him that made you all nervous and shy.

Something you hadn’t been in a while. Unable to know for sure how to handle it. – “Take a deep breath.” – Luke ordered calmly moving his hand upwards. So you did. Waiting further instructions fidgeting with your fingers. Once more rather looking away then be forced to look at him. There was something about his gaze that made you feel shy. – “Y/n.” – Luke repeated to get your attention. You smiled sheepishly already haven forgotten. Luke took a deep breath, setting his hands on his knees.

“What is going through your mind Y/n? You are out of focus.” – he pointed out having observed you closely. You remained silent too intimidated by his good looks and superior position over yours. Luke tilted his head a bit to the side. – “Is it your Mandalorian friend you miss?” – he questioned curiously. You hadn’t even thought about him so openly it made you widen your eyes. Suddenly getting up to leave. – “I…I can understand…” – Luke called out as you got up. – “Y/n!” – he shouted wanting you to come back.

You came sitting down on a large rock, looking over to where Grogu was asleep. Your head turned when you heard a clearance of his throat. – “May I?” – Luke asked politely. He took your silence as an invitation coming to sit beside you. He sat there with you for a moment, listening to the breeze ruffle through the grass. Taking the peace silence gave him. – “You must truly be close to him for you to miss him that much…” – Luke started. You took a deep breath. – “It is not that.” – you spoke. – “Is it not?”- he furrowed his brows, watching you.

“Then what makes you nervous if I may ask?” – he set his hand closer to you. – “I sense you are out of balance.” – his gaze remaining on you. The way he looked at you made you fluster. Cheeks flashed with heat, looking shyly down. – “It’s you…” – you nervously told him. – “Me?” – Luke answered baffled watching you nod. – “How so?” – he wanted to know, turning his posture more to you. Bringing one knee up on the rock with him. You took a breath, a bit scared to tell him.

Luke reached out, placing his hand on yours. – “You can tell me Y/n. I would be happy to improve myself for you.” – he started. – “I might take on a wrong approach of teaching towards you. If that is the case, I am open for critique so I can adapt and be better.” – his hand pressed against his chest. You rapidly waved your hands across as that was not the case. Luke quirking his eyebrow up.

“No…no that is not what it is.”- you told him, making him chuckle. – “It is rather… you… just you… being a bit… intimidating…” – Luke realized. – “Oh… forgive me… I did not intend to.” – he replied shy. You smiled nervously at him as that was the case. Luke looked briefly away, wetting his lips. – “I know I might come across as strict and superior, but I am not. Not so long ago I was a pupil myself.” – he informed you to ease your worriedness.

“Standing in your position, carrying the weight of the jedi way on my back.” – he smiled hesitantly trying to ease the situation. You smiling back at him gave him some comfort. – “What I’m trying to say is Y/n. You and I are not so different.” – he took your hand placing it against his chest, feeling the healthy beating of his heart. – “Please don’t be nervous around me. There is no need for that.” – your heart fluttered at how caring he was towards you. The sweetness coming from him, making your heartbeat louder. Cheeks flushing with heat from simply looking into his eyes. Luke got off the rock, helping you down. – “Shall we give it another try?” – he suggested as you nodded.

*

“Y/n?” – you heard Luke shout out loud. Peeking through the greenery you watched him at the top of the hill, looking searchingly around. – “Y/n? Where are you?” – he called out. You hid more behind the bush when his head turned this way. Swallowing nervously, you were at it again. Hiding from Luke Skywalker simply because you had fallen head of heels for him. Normally it shouldn’t be a problem if it was not for Luke being such a strict believer of the old Jedi code. – “Y/n!” – your eyes widened seeing Luke make his way down the hill.

Gasping loud, you turned around, sneaking away. The further he staid away from you, the easier it was for your loving heart. No temptations to be tested. You moved through the woods increasing the distance between you and him. You just couldn’t trust your own heart around him. A familiar feeling inside of you made you come to a sudden stop. It was Luke trying to sense your presence with the force. – “No…no!” – you shout-whispered, blocking it out. – “I’m sorry Luke… but I can’t let you in.” – you said to yourself.

You started running again, the farther away from him the better. You came to a new area near water making you jump over a log and drop to the ground behind it. – “Uhum!” – you suddenly heard making you gasp loud. Lifting your head up you saw Ahsoka staring questioning at you. – “What are you doing?” – she asked. Her chin lifted up, head turning to the sound of Luke shouting your name. You smiled sheepishly at her.

“Are you hiding from Luke, Y/n?” – she asked teasingly. – “No…yes…maybe.” – you answered making sure you staid out of sight. Ahsoka chuckling amusingly. She took a deep breath, approaching you. Bending a bit through her knees, hands folded between her knees. – “He’s getting really desperate into finding you.” – she told you trying to hide her smile. – “I know…” – you breathed out, keeping your head low. – “Should you not pull the poor soul out of his misery?” – she spoke coming to sit on the log you were hiding behind.

“I’m the poor soul you should put out of her misery.” – you told her, peeking over the log for any sight of him. – “How so?” – Ahsoka asked teasingly already having a clue. – “I’m overdoing it with my heart.” – you spoke ducking back down. Ahsoka laughed cheeky. – “It is against the Jedi code!” – you shout-whispered to her. Ahsoka rolling with her eyes. – “I shouldn’t feel this way.” – you continued looking at her.

“Damn the jedi code!” – Ahsoka called out, startling you. She took a deep breath, taking your hand as she pulled you up to come and sit with her. – “It is perfectly alright for you to feel such way Y/n.” – she clasped her hands around yours. – “Besides there are no stuffy old jedi masters around to slap you on the wrist.”

She was right. Whatever for were you feeling scared. – “You should probably don’t leave him waiting very long.” – she spoke with a wink. – “Right.” – you answered getting up. Ahsoka watched you leave, chuckling giddy. You stepped through the woods to meet up with Luke. – “Y/n!” – Luke breathed out relieved, coming to run over. He wrapped his arms around you as you could only stare over his shoulder into the distance. – “I’m glad to have found you.” – he told you, pulling back. You followed him back up the hill to where Grogu was. Grogu walking over to you.

You smiled picking him up from the ground. Tickling the little one till you settled down on the ground. Grogu staying on your lap. Luke came sitting beside you staring in front of him. The sun slowly setting behind him. It didn’t take Grogu long to fall asleep in your lap. All curled up against your body, nestled between your legs. – “Y/n.” – Luke started catching your attention. You hummed loud, looking up from Grogu to him. – “May I ask why you have been avoiding me these past few days?” – he so boldly asked making you widen your eyes.

“I never seem to find you or get the chance to even speak with you.” – you swallowed nervously, looking ashamed away. Luke set his hands beside his body, moving closer to you. – “Have I done something wrong?” – moving even closer to you that his hand was already behind your back. You sensed him come up close, flustering you. – “I…I…” – you stuttered out, unable to find the right words.

“Yes.” – he asked staring deeply into your eyes. It made you swallow nervously so caught up with him. – “I swear I didn’t mean for it to happen…” – you said, leaning in as well. – “Running away?” – he asked drawing in even closer. You shook your head, taking a hold of his shirt. – “Falling in love.” – you confessed. Before you knew it the words had come out of your mouth, making you widen your eyes in shock.

Luke’s gaze lowering on your lips when you were moving your head back. Luke pressed his hand against your cheek, pulling you closer till his lips crashed yearningly against yours. Immediately melting under his touch, you kissed him back. Luke pulled back for a moment to speak. – “Don’t go avoiding me anymore Y/n.” – you shook your head as he kissed you again.

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[bellarkeselection]

Would love an Obi Wan x reader where maybe she's pregnant (or some family aspect) and is in danger or something?? Just would like a protective obi wan/ family angst, lol.. thanks.

Everything I Need Is In You

"Stay away from me, Obi. I know when I am not wanted now that I am carrying your child in my belly!" I shouted back stomping through his small flat of his house in the desert of Tattoine. We have been together for almost ten years since the jedi order had fallen and the empire took over the galaxy. He runs after me until we ended up outside gently managing to grab my wrist spinning me around where I was facing him. "Y/n, wait. I'm sorry that I shouted at you. I...it's just I am not used to needing to look out for someone I care about. It's been ten years since I have really given my heart to anyone." His blue eyes had some tears slipping down his telling me he was actually serious about this.

Obi-wan and I had met at the small bar when he first landed on this planet. I could read that he was completely broken from the man he used to be. I was friends with some of the other jedi that were killed so I could relate to what he was feeling. That is what brought us together - both searching for something new in our lives. "Obi-Wan I don't understand. How can you say you don't want the baby one second and then another you are acting like you have to?" Shaking my head at him I was more confused than ever. He moved his hand from my wrist to cradle my cheek and I leaned into his palm. "Because I feel this need to protect you and this child. I didn't do a good job with that ten years ago...so I don’t want to mess it up. Cause I enjoy you and me together as a team."

“Then we can be scared of the unknown together, Kenobi. You, me and this child of ours. We can make it through this life on this desert plan better than it has been..plus I always believed that you would be a good father after the way you would be around the younglings.” He wrapped his arms around me gently where I clutched the fabric of his old robes he wore. He kisses my hair on the crown of my head pulling me back inside the small house since we knew the sand people were dangerous. We both laid back down in the bed listening to the others heartbeat and the sound of the sandy wind outside the windows until I felt Obi shift and reach for something from the table beside the bed. “Y/n, I know this might be sudden but I do care about you a lot. Yet if you will have me will you become my wife?” He shows me a sliver ring that had a tiny star engraved on it. Leaning forward I kissed him letting him slip the ring on my hand. “Yes, I will gladly become Mrs. Kenobi.” He smiled kissing me running his freehand through my loose hair.

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[hannya-writes]

Offspring 

Title: Offspring

Serie: Melting Waltz

Fandom: Star Wars

Pairing: Obi Wan Kenobi x Reader

Other characters:Anakin Skywalker

Category: romance,mystery (?), Angst?

Warnings: implied smut, nakedness, I wrote this on my phone 😅

Author's note: This can be read as a stand alone story, but it is part of a serie called "Melting Waltz". Btw, it took me way too long to write this chapter because my work fries my brain and I forget how to write in English.

• • •

At first he felt it. The lost connection was back in his mind but he didn't noticed it. He thought it was the war what got him annoyed, tired and with a profound and insane desire to go to sleep, to go back to his dreams with Y/n.

— No Anakin, that is enough — he snapped at his college who blinked surprised by the amount of anger that flowed on his former master.

—you should told me you were this close with Corki — he offered worried, thinking maybe this mission was too close to Obi Wan's heart. He knew about Obi Wan history with the duchess and Mandalore, but it was getting out of hand. — if you are not feeling well, maybe you should sit this one out —

— I'm sorry, I- is not that... I guess I need some sleep — he admitted, holding back the need to yell the words "He's my child, I don't want to sit this one out!" as an answer, even when that wasn't true. Anakin patted his shoulder and he decided to do as he was told and take a nap.

Obi Wan could not understand his feeling. They felt overwhelming and he didn't recognized the second hand worry or sadness. He thought there was something wrong with him, maybe it was time for him to leave the order since he couldn't get a hold of his feelings.

— Obi wan — the soft voice of Y/n reminded him that his worry had seep through his dream world and he didn't like that. He wanted to be free of his mundane worry when being with his secret lover.

Y/n was using his chest as a pillow as she hugged him and she nuzzled against him listening to his heart. That relaxed him, feeling her by side made him forget everything.

— yes, darling? — he answered her, wondering why she was acting with such sadness and uneasiness. He let his fingers dance over the soft skin on her back comforting her.

—Children — she said rolling over him, her naked and warm body over his own nakedness made him feel she was the embodiment of comfort. His hand caressed her hair, bringing back the rebellious strands of hair. She looked beautiful, so beautiful he got confused by the only word she had said. — children, do you like them? — she seemed embarrassed and a bit reluctant. He found it cute.

— I have little experience with children, I'm not sure what you want to hear my love— he confessed and Y/n laughed, her hand had started to peacefully draw patterns over his chest.

— what I mean... What I'm try to...— he laughed at her nervousness and incapability to say whatever she wanted to tell him or ask him. — Ben! Don't laugh! — she scolded him annoyed but he couldn't stop laughing which made her flop her head in his abs in a little tantrum.

— oh, I'm terribly sorry little one — he combed her hair while she looked away from him, maybe that way she would be able to ask the question that was burning in her chest.

— have you ever think about having offspring — there was a second of silence before she ended the question — with me? —  Obi Wan looked down at her, she was still looking away, too embarrassed by her own question.

Offspring. Children, little living proofs that he had slept with his best friend. The product of his love for her. Children with her y/h/c hair and his eyes. No, her eyes, his hair. Maybe they'll have a laugh like the one Y/n had or they'll have that little tic she had, the one where she cracked her knuckles. They'll be fragile but grow strong, kind and thoughtful.

— I get that the reason we as Jedi are allowed to have intercourse is with that goal in mind, for you men it's easy you basically have to go around throwing your semen into women but for us Jedi women, we have to chose — she mumbled and Obi Wan was hit by her words 

— my, my, am I hearing right? Did you implied I'm the chosen one for you?— he asked mockingly making her turn towards his face, completely blushed, embarrassed by the idea.

— What? No, of course not! — she tried to stand up as she heard Obi Wan laugh, however before she got far away the strong hands of Obi Wan caught her and threw her back to bed, trapping her below him and against the mattress.

— If you gave birth to my offspring... — he was back to being sweet — we will have to leave the order because, I'll be completely compromised with my family instead of the order — she looked at him and laughed.

— I'll give birth to your children, then — she said laughing. Like every time, he felt happy at the sight but for a second he could have sworn he had seen Y/n crying not laughing.

He hovered above her and kissed her. Y/n kissed him back and he knew everything was fine, perfectly fine. So, why was he so worried about her? And why did he keep thinking he had to find his children?

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[stealingpotatoes]

in another universe, cal kestis and caleb dume/kanan jarrus would’ve been best friends. and everyday i mourn what star wars took from us

YES!!! and one of those universes is my rebel survivor au which you've given me a wonderful excuse to draw more of:

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[romansmartini]

ever since i was a little girl i knew i wanted to speculate about the sexual and romantic undertones of celebrities’ professional relationships

#thinking about the larry thing again. all my life i’ve been a believer 🙏 #obviously many times of misguided beliefs were there before i like. learned how the world works. now i practice rpf discernment #but quite frankly there’s nothing like the drug of looking at star wars ot promo and being like man. #carrie fisher and harrison ford definitely fucked didn’t they. #and then for carrie fisher to drop the princess diarist and be like yeah me and harrison had the most torrid 70s affair #you can possibly imagine. #VINDICATIONNNNN #quite frankly they are the reason i still believe something similar happened with gillovny. we just need the memoir drop #rpf quiz

[yandere-wishes]

Normal People: "Why did u start writing Yandere content?"

Most Yandere Authors: "I wanted to express my dark desire for a forbidden romance through a creative medium. Forgoing social norms to create a love that is most cruel yet utterly true. To appease the lethal love that lays dormant within my bones, rattling me with its yearning for freedom. To show the world a love that is hideous, dangerous, yet wholly profuse. The sort of love only found under a moonless sky. A romance that can kill and heal with the same hand. To fashion ballads of broken hearts and damaged minds trapped in a waltz of shimmering hearts."

Me: I want to get kidnapped so I won't have any responsibilities.

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[ohcaptains]

𝐬𝐨 𝐭𝐡𝐞 𝐩𝐫𝐨𝐩𝐡𝐞𝐜𝐲 𝐬𝐚𝐲𝐬.

 pairing. anakin skywalker x f!reader 

synopsis. anakin finds loopholes in the jedi code.

warnings. 18+. this is sexually explicit, do not read this or interact with my blog if you’re a minor. do not copy my shit, i’ll find out. cock warming, p in v penetration but no movement. whimper-y anakin, if you move i'll leave the jedi order type beat.  

an. just a little something i wrote for the kinktober i never did. I thought i'd post instead of letting it collect dust in my drafts. the prompt was cockwarming! hope i did anakin justice<3 pls comment & reblog.

You find him at the window.

Sitting, with his thighs open and chest bare, staring out into the abyss. The night glints at the beads of sweat sliding down his chest, and his fingers drum endlessly against his thighs.

He heard you wake up, so he’s expecting your company, and has leaned back against the chair – thin black gown falling open – ready for you to climb all over him.

It happens often.

It’s not uncommon to wake up without him.

Most nights, you startle out of your slumber – as if even asleep, you’d sensed a shift – and blink at the space on the mattress beside you.

Finding him was easy.

You pad through the living room and wordlessly reach him in his post-nightmare state. His hair is tousled, sculpted chest is slick with sweat -- there’s an energy vibrating off of him, and you can taste it in the air.

Stepping behind him, you gently run the tips of your fingers over his shoulders, and the whirlpool in Anakin’s belly settles for a second. When you move into frame, it’s gone completely, replaced by a warm heat that has roots. He breathes a smile.

“Like clockwork.”

You give him a sheepish grin in return and fiddle with the fabric of your small nightgown. There’s a moment where Anakin gets to look at you – all sleepy and cuddly – and he’s ready to escape with you off of this forsaken planet.

His will holds strong.

“Are you waiting for an invitation?” he asks, raising a scarred brow, and despite your groggy state, you still manage to roll your eyes. Stepping closer, you use his broad shoulders as anchors to slip onto his lap.

“Don’t make that face,” Anakin hushes, and while you settle back onto his thighs, his metal hand comes up. He traces the line of your jaw, “You know I let you do what you want.”

His spare hand steadies your hips, and it’s still warm from his lightsaber. Calloused fingers run over your skin, reminding you of the fight that’s leaving scars – the war that’s brewing, both inside and outside of his mind.

In moments like this, though, there’s a subtle calm.

An impenetrable force that hums over the pair of you.

You lean into his palm and whisper, “Not everything.”

There’s a haunted edge to your gaze, and your words are loaded. Anakin knows what you mean, knows all the intricacies of your subtle dig, and yet, he still manages to smile.

Well, smirk.

“What do you want? Just say the word.”

You wouldn’t, and Anakin knows that. He’s caught your bluff, and you manage a bashful smile before gently leaning forward, dragging your hips against his lap.  

Anakin’s cloth-covered thigh nestles against the thin fabric of your underwear. Your smile falters, lips parting. You push your forehead against his, and whisper, “If I say the words, I’ll never forgive myself.”

“I know,” he breathes, “I know.”

I want more.

A life together, not stolen moments when the sun is down.

An attachment. A bond.

But it’s forbidden.

It’s why it can’t go any further than this.

“What’d you dream about?” you wonder. Anakin pulls his eyes away from you, instead looking to where his thigh sits. The silence is your answer.

“I’ll still ask, even if you never tell.���

He takes hold of your bare thighs, rubbing his hands up and down, and you hum his name, reaching out to push his hair behind his ears.

“Pretty boy.”

“Stop it,” he huffs, cheeks reddening.

But how can you? When he’s all sharp lines and long hair. You run your hands up the bare panes of his muscular chest, feeling the deft of his muscles, and the dampness on his skin.

The air changes – hums electric – and it buzzes as you push his gown off his shoulders.

Carefully, you lean forward and place a chaste kiss against his collarbone.

“That’s better.”

Anakin hums a laugh. His hands snake around to your lower back, dig into the fat of your ass, and using the grip there, he gently rocks you forward once, forcing your clothed cunt to drag against his muscular thigh.

You whimper. It’s quiet, but Anakin can hear it, even if it’s muffled by his shoulder.

“’ S’what you came out here for, huh?” he whispers. The electric flooding through the walls hums, but the room is still eerily silent. Anakin’s voice is a roar.

You lick your lips and drag your face up to see him. “No,” you whisper, pressing a soft kiss against his top lip, “I like being with you, even if we don’t do this.”

Anakin has to close his eyes. Words like those are fuel to the fire brimming in his chest, and it doesn’t help that you wrap your arms around his neck and fiddle with the tail end of his hair.

Arching your back, you slowly roll backwards, then forward, teasing the bulge between his legs.

Releasing a shaky breath, you repeat the motion, again, and again, near humping his leg.  

A familiar ache begins to swell, coiling between your thighs and up into your belly. It makes you clench around nothing, and you mewl quietly, wishing for more – always wishing for more.

Still, you continue, slick pooling into your underwear and against his thigh.

Anakin can’t look at you. If he sees your face, his resolve will falter.

His nerves are shot. If he couldn’t feel how wet you are, he could smell it, and it makes a groan bristle behind his teeth.

He buries his head into the crook of your neck and busies himself with kissing at the soft shell of your throat, careful not to leave marks.

Once, you left a mouth-shaped mark against his stomach, and he looked at it every day for a week.

Caught himself with his top up in the mirror looking at the reflection, eyeing the way the mark sat on the firm lines of muscle, fading away with time.

A dark part of him wanted the mark on the slope of his neck.

“Wanna be inside of you.”

His admission rests heavily against your throat, and you’re thankful that he can’t see the way you clench your eyes closed.

Though, he does feel you tighten your grip on the back of his head. Feels you shift up against his thigh, and the warmth pooling in your underwear burns against him.  

He can sense you’re hesitant.

“’ can be like last time. Just – Just --” he stutters, licking his lips and struggling to release the words from the back of his throat. Finally, he manages. “--Sit on it.”

“Anakin.”

He pulls away from your neck and looks up at you.

“We can use it as an exercise.”

A laugh bursts from your throat, “To test your will?”

He smiles, and because you have to, you push your cunt against his crotch, uttering, “Want me to make It difficult for you?” and white flashes through Anakin’s eyes.

He grabs your hips to steady you, tensely pushing his fingers into your skin.

“Hardest challenge I’ll ever encounter.”

“You eager to impress?”

He kisses your jaw, “Don’t I always?”

“Mm,” you hum, cradling his chin. You shift back so he can pull his trousers down, and when you take his cock in your hand, he melts. His commanding aura switches for a moment, and you watch Anakin still his breathing.

You push your underwear to the side, and as you lift yourself to sink onto him, Anakin breathes, “Just the tip – just a little bit, j-just—” and he chokes on his words, gasping as you brush the leaking head of his cock through your folds.

You halt. Whimper. Have to grip his shoulder to steady yourself, or you’ll push him inside of you all at once and hurt yourself.

You inhale steadily.

“Have to – have to go slow,” you spurt, trying to calm your tremors.  

“It’s been a while since…”

You don’t have to finish your sentence. Anakin knows, and he feels a mix of pride and guilt. Only me, he thinks, and then, like a flash, only me, he swallows. And I can’t give her everything.

This. This is as far as it’ll go. He knows he’s pushing it. Knows that he’s come up with some convoluted rule to both have his cake and eat it too.

If he fucks you the way he wants to, he’ll fall in love with you. As if it hasn’t happened already.

Anakin has made lying to himself a speciality.

You push against him once more, and the tip of his cock nudges between your folds, forcing an ache to shoot through your clit and make you dizzy. You stop. Pause and curse yourself.

A slow burn builds in your thighs, and you clench down to try and mediate the burn. Anakin grunts.

“Maker,” he utters. “Sorry—” you splutter, sucking in a tight breath.

Anakin wraps his metal arm around the back of your hips, hoping to steady you. “Lemme,” he mumbles, and gently, he flexes his hips up, slowly feeding his cock into your soaked pussy.  

Your lower abdomen immediately burns.  

He’s being calm about it – using all his training – but there’s nothing calm about the words trickling out of his mouth.

“Oh stars,” he groans, voice wrecked, “You gonna take all of me, sweet girl? Gonna let me fill you up?”

When you finally sink to the hilt, your resolve snaps. The pair of you moan out in unison, loud and high-pitched.

Anakin buries his face in your chest, and the heat of his mouth against your breasts adds to the tension coiling in your belly.

“Don’t – don’t move,” he grunts, and you shake your head, “I won’t – I’ll come on your cock if I do,” and you don’t mean to say it like that, don’t mean for the words to come out like that, but you feel Anakin pulse from inside of you, warm and hard and wet.

He manages to laugh.

“Tryna kill me,” he shakily breathes, shaking his head. His wet lips brush against your breasts, and you want more – want all that he can give you – so you clutch the back of his head, pulling him closer, hoping he gets the message.

His wet kisses make your skin prickle.

You’re full up. Can feel him stretching you out, this feeling something that’s only happened a few times before.

“If you move,” Anakin begins, out of breath, “I’ll leave the Jedi order and spend my days inside of you.”

“Don’t t-tempt me.”

He laughs, and you accidentally clench around him, causing him to groan deep and long against your tits.

“If you do that again, I’ll come inside of you.”

You imagine it. Imagine him spilling out, the wet white of it dripping out of your cunt and back onto his cock, and the mere image of it has your clit throbbing.

Keep still. Don’t move.

But he wraps his tongue around your nipple and begins to suck.

You cry out, and all of your muscles tighten, forcing you to clench tight around his cock. Anakin jolts and whines your name against your tits.

“S’your fault,” you mewl, moaning. You hang your head back, “Stars, Anakin.”

“Try and stay still,” he mumbles, and you stutter a laugh, “Impossible.”

“It can’t be,” he responds, and while he speaks in jest, his words are sincere. The line between love and lust runs thin, and if Anakin is being honest with himself, it’s close to snapping.

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[raevulsix]

Small peek into a WIP I was working on…✨

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[mayhemspreadingguy]

Lost boys

#mayhem art #star wars #anakin skywalker #obi wan kenobi #anakin skywalker fanart #obi wan kenobi fanart #star wars art #this one was sitting in my drafts for about a month. idk why I was holding onto it -cries- anyway #this is shortly after Qui-Gon's death. Both of their lives just got flipped upside down. Anakin is traumatized by having to leave #his mother behind‚ then his Master's sudden death‚ and he's left with no certainty in his future. #Obi-Wan just witnessed his Master die‚ helplessly‚ then having to take care of this little human in his Master's stead‚ meanwhile feeling #wholly inadequate to be so suddenly knighted let alone immediately becoming a Master and taking responsibility for another being. #Both of them losing the constants in their lives. left uprooted. the only anchoring point being each other. #I imagine Obi-Wan wouldn't reach out to Anakin first‚ but if Anakin expressed compassion with him‚ grief‚ and his need to feel secure‚ #Obi-Wan wouldn't turn him away #this was just my excuse to give them a proper soothing hug in their time of mourning

[guardian-angle22]

HAYDEN CHRISTENSEN. Actor and Tea Connoisseur.

#hayden christensen #star wars cast #my gifs #listen i've fallen down a web of old hayden interviews #and now all I want out of life is for him to make me tea #I'm just imagining hayden foraging in a forest for fresh tea ingredients and honestly it tracks #swcastedit #haydenchristensenedit

[phoeebsbuffay]

Imagine you and General Skywalker are roommates. 🤭😏

Warnings: smut & fluff, drama; rom-com vibes—i tried anyways.

Warnings 2: no minors.

Recommendations: “Die For You” (the version with Ariana Grande); “The Love We Had Stays On My Mind” (Joss Stone).

***

• How it started…

You and Anakin first met when both of you were younglings. He wasn’t the kindest in the room, but you were. In this particular case, opposites did attract one another. Thus you soon kindled.

“I can’t believe you are dragging me to this picnic”, the young boy was grumbling as you had this idea of eating outdoors: a suggestion of making it a form to practice the Force was promptly accepted and encouraged by your Master.

“Must you complain all the time?”, you giggle at him.

Anakin’s blue eyes are glued in your y/c hair, tangled in a simple braid; your y/c skin, so smooth and shiny; your y/c eyes…how much fondness he sees in those irises. Why, yes. He knows you care for him, a sentiment he cannot compare yet to what that Lady Angel named Padmé brought to him, but even so.

“Yes, since I cannot refuse you anything”, he blurted out without second thoughts.

Simple as that. But this was how it began: a friendship with different shades, painting a variety of possibilities that would yet be played out.

***

• Twilight of adolescence.

You are so concentrated in your meditation that you don’t realize Anakin’s eyes are stuck in how serene you look. He is mesmerized at how easily you do it, though partially envious because, unlike him, you are calm.

But his thoughts unbalance you. Thus you open your eyes and smirk at him:

“Do you conveniently forget that I can read your thoughts?”

“Maybe”, he smirks back. “I mean how the hell do you do it effortlessly? Frankly, my dear Y/N, there must be a trick.”

You scoff at his wording.

“Please, Ani. You speak as if you don’t regularly overpower me in our trainings.”

He takes a seat next to your side, glancing at you with amusement behind his eyes. He is wearing that Padawan braid you are so familiar with, having one yourself tied in a lock of your hair.

“You underestimate yourself a little too much”, Anakin slightly shoulders you. “Remember when you knocked me down?”

“That was only because you got yourself thinking a little too much about the pretty Senator”, you tease him, shouldering him back.

Both of you giggle at the memory.

“What happened to her anyways?”, you ask him. “I thought you were having a thing?”

Anakin’s smirk is wiped out of his face, but what concerns you is the gloom that eclipses the brightness of his face.

“She is, let’s just say, unreachable.”

“I’m sorry, Ani”, you whisper, aware how he came to love her. “I truly am.”

Uncomfortable with such a topic, but maybe because, unbeknownst to you, he’s been trapped in a confusing web he wove where there had been no space for anyone but Padmé Amiadala until your smiles, gentlenesses and every virtue you’ve been praised for, got him.

Hence why the moody Anakin storms out and leaves you there, guilty and upset for being the one to send away such a gleeful moment.

But such torment soon ends. Anakin comes for you later the same day in order to apologize for being so rude. He is baffled by how easily you forgive him, and when you promptly hold him—tighter than usual—he realizes friendship is not enough.

How long, however, will it take for him to tell you how feels?

Worst, how much longer will you be able to hold your feelings for yourself?

Only time will tell…

***

• Early adulthood.

You have just returned from Aldeeran when master H/N assigns you a mission next to your long time friend Anakin, now known as General Skywalker.

As much as you’ve been pleased to follow his path as a rising star, becoming good friends with the sweet Ahsoka, you have caught a glimpse of something deeper and which concerns you. But you wait before you have the opportunity to discuss this properly.

“Hey Y/Nickname”, he greets you warmly, although something about his eyes gives you chills. “What’s up? It’s been a long time!”

You decide to knock whatever tension there’s been between the two of you with an embrace. But when breathing his scent by burying your head against his neck, your heart skips a beat and your mental defenses are melted.

Anakin, caught off guard by your kind gesture—something he’s barely seen these days—, finds himself slightly emotional… until he has the opportunity to find out at long last that you feel for him what he feels for you.

This is a discovery that mixes his feelings. It fuels his impulsivity at the same time that gives a bittersweet flavor to know the years that have been wasted. Adding to that there is the factor that Anakin has been growing distasted to the Jedi Order.

So much to be felt by the intense Jedi. But nothing gives him more joy than knowing you love him as much as he loves you. However… a question is silently posed in the back of his mind: how can he tell you how he feels?

As one reluctantly untangles from the other, you are quick to break the silence.

“I have some good news! Master H/N wants us to work together at Mandalore! Our first mission, General Skywalker”, you tease him, pleased to see you are still able to make him laugh. “I pray not to disappoint you, sir”, you add a not very graceful curtsy to your speech.

He notices today your y/c hair is loose and messy. It gives him naughty ideas, but Anakin struggles to compose himself. Instead, he places one hand over your shoulder and says:

“When have your ever disappointed me, Y/N? What nonsense you speak of”, he side smirks at you.

But every sweet moment dies when two Masters come along. Windu is followed by Obi-Wan Kenobi and the look on their countenances is not indicating any sign of pleasantness. You also notice the tension in Anakin’s shoulders. To worse, has he started to wear darker robes? A thought that displeases you internally.

“General Skywalker and Jedi Y/LN, the Council greets you well”, he speaks formally and both you and Anakin acknowledge the gesture by nodding your heads. “I’ve come to deliver the follow instructions concerning Mandalore. Be aware that even though you may be roommates for the occasion, you must not…”

And here he starts to scowl. But you haven’t been paying attention after that small word stuck inside your head.

Roommates?

Me and Anakin?

You side eye discreetly to your long time friend in search of anything that could give away whether he felt repulse or something you hope to be the opposite of it, but to your disappointment there is nothing to find.

You must calm your nerves, you decide. Being no longer a teenager, you remind yourself that you must not form any romantic attachment… especially where your best friend is concerned.

***

• Roommates, it is!

“You are too quiet, Y/Nickname”, Anakin says whilst piloting to Mandalore. “This is the moment where you shout at me for almost making you sick.”

You smirk, albeit unwillingly.

“I am often quiet. I usually leave the babbling for you”, so you retort.

He chuckles.

“No, you are nervous because Mace Windu himself told you that we’d be roommates. But I believe you took this a literal meaning, darling. We are piloting together and getting into the room of the thing we are meant to destroy”, Anakin explains with a hint of amusement that brings you to annoyance.

“And you never cared to let this clear?”

“Absolutely not”, Anakin smirks with that characteristically smug look on his face. “It’s so much fun when you are angry with me. But besides I do think we are sharing one room at the Duchess’s palace. Don’t forget you are going disguised.”

You avoid his gaze, face completely red.

“It’s all very confusing.”

By the time you are landing, Anakin smirks again at you before the remark that would get you redder—if possible:

“What’s so confusing? Sharing a bed with me shouldn’t be so bad, should it?”

“I hate you, Anakin Skywalker”, It’s all you manage to respond.

*

There is a ball going on to welcome some of the Mandalorian’s allies. Whilst Anakin is there to represent the Senate, you are disguised as the lady of Planet Y/C. The moment you show up with your hair y/c hanging loose in your back, dressed in green, Anakin’s eyes go slightly wide.

He is about to make a joke (“Aren’t you showing some cleavage?”), but in truth he drinks from the view. Anakin realizes he’s been delaying so long the moment between you two. He wants to discover every bit of you, wondering what would be like to kiss you, to make you a puddle of a mess…

“Why are you looking at me like that?”, you interrupt him, sounding more nervous than you’d care to admit.

“You look gorgeous, Y/N”, he takes your hand and there presses a soft kiss, taking pleasure in noticing the goosebumps on your skin and the struggle behind your eyes.

He’d definitely kiss you… had you both not been rudely interrupted by no other than C3-P0 informing the feast is ready and you are expected to be met by the duchess soon.

“And here I go”, you say rather awkwardly.

“You’ll be fine. To be honest, you fit more in damsel roles than otherwise”, Anakin says in a teasing tone.

You stick out your tongue.

“If that is your way to compliment me, am I supposed to thank you?”

“You’re welcome”, says he, bringing you out to laughters, which pleases him quite so.

It occurs you, albeit a little too late, to finally unburden your heart by venting your thoughts.

“Ani, I must…”, you are about to tell him when, once again, you are interrupted.

To your dismay, and Anakin’s consternation, the moment where every wall is about to be knocked down is delayed. Again.

*

He watches as you get the attention of every being there present at the feast. And Anakin grows possessive at each gaze that follows your moves.

Maybe there is a risk of ruining this mission, but the General cares little about it. He must have you, he must tell you how ardently he loves you, how…

“Lady Y/N”, he gets to you discreetly, in a nonchalant posture when he’s burning inside. “May I have a word with you?”

You cast him a suspicious look at him: didn’t you two agree the time to speak would occur later?

But regally you smile and, playing your role, grant him your hand.

“Of course, General. What’s it?”

“I am not feeling very well”, Anakin’s anxiety breaks in.

“Oh”, you promptly leave your disguise off. “Let us go back to the quarters then. I may have something.”

Perhaps in private this will come out better, Anakin hopes in silence. He agrees, watching as you forget discretion when taking his hand, locking fingers with you, as you lead the way.

It appears that no one notices your absence—or maybe you and Anakin used the Jedi trick to make it seem so. Regardless, once you and him are back to your quarters, you finally realize he’s about to explode.

“Ani…”

“You must allow me to express how I feel”, he rushes to you, cupping your face with both hands. “I love you, Y/N Y/LN. I have loved you for a long time and I cannot waste my days and night away thinking about the possibilities of being more than your friend and Jedi mate. I must know… Please tell me how you feel, for I shall not nurture if…”

You smile in relief and seeing the confusion stamped in his face, you make all clear by locking your lips against his in a soft kiss.

Little by little, however, the kiss deepens, but because there is some uncertainty in what direction should it go, you and Anakin part it—albeit reluctantly.

“Well, roomie, looks like we are finally free of this weight”, he muses it, eyeing you with such devotion that your knees go weak.

You giggle softly, watching with the same sentiment as he rests his cheek against your cheek. Your heart races at this moment.

“It’s too late to go back now”, you smile at him. “Are you sure you don’t want to return to Senator Amidala’s arms?”

Anakin rolls his eyes at your provocation.

“Really now, Y/N?”

“I just had to be sure”, you say it playfully, but Anakin can see through your jest the shadow of old insecurities.

Resting his forehead against yours, he snakes his arms around your waist.

“There is only one woman in my life. I lament it took me years to see it, but the only woman I truly and passionately love is you, Y/N Y/LN. There is no space whatsoever for anybody else.”

To reassure you, the General kisses you passionately this time to prove his point.

***

• ‘The Love We Have…’

You are restless this evening. Although you had claimed earlier that a fatigue led you to an unbearable migraine, your body is protesting against the absence of your lover.

Anakin has been occupied at Mandalore’s Moon, there dealing with a group of people that are perceived by many as terrorists, all the whilst you’ve been carried to other parts of Mandalore on behalf of Duchess Satine herself.

Now you are back and you are aching for him. A desperation that burns your legs and rises in further protestation within your heart, there causing a riot you cannot shut.

Well, there might be a solution for this problem… and the idea makes you blush. You cannot divert from it, as much as it gives you embarrassment. But it’s been too much to handle. Besides, you could always use the Force…

Unaware Anakin is coming, he too possessed by the same urge, you toss away the blankets and let the moonlight come through the partially open curtain. You’ve always felt like you belonged to the nights anyway…

You close your eyes, ready to meditate. Your mind anxiously begins to trace his features, his blue eyes, his muscles… his physique, his smile. Oh how he smiles at you like that often made you wet in between your legs, as it’s doing now.

You are short breath, never having experience to touch yourself. You always had second thoughts about it, besides Anakin usually did a great job. But he’s not there and the mere reminder fuels your frustration.

However, concentrated you are in such a struggle you barely hear the door opening. You don’t see that Anakin comes from the shadows with the look of a hunter: he’s been sensing you, every thought, every sentiment that runs within, from afar.

A sly smirk pops in the corner of the Jedi’s lips as he steps silently so he doesn’t ruin your moment. Anakin is already rigid in his pants just by hearing your unspoken thoughts. He removes his shirt in a synchronized gesture with you, as you do the same.

Completely bare, he, however, refuses to release the pressure on himself. He wants you, he wants to be the one to lead you there—yes, Anakin knows he’s possessive and egoistic towards you, but he’s also been aware that these traits you not only accept, but enjoy secretively.

“My love”, he whispers as soon as he locates himself behind you, arms around your waist; a smirk twists to a smile when seeing the effect he still has on you. “Have you missed me?”

You freeze upon his words. Your stunned silence is a positive indication of your distrust that this is the real him. Anakin further smiles, his hands running up and down your arms.

“You haven’t forgotten me, have you?”, he mumbles against your ear, bitting your earlobe gently. “Have you, my darling?”

Hungry for his touch, you lean back and pursuit his lips. As he corresponds you passionately, Anakin wraps one hand around your neck all the whilst he uses the other to cup your right breast.

“Hmmm”, he gently groans under his breath when feeling how easily he makes your nipple hardening under his touch. “I’ve missed you, darling.”

“Ani!”, you gasp in full pleasure, your body already giving in to his sweet, skillful hands. “I beg you!”

“Is my princess begging now?”, his husky voice makes you wet and he pompously watches as you rub one leg to the other. “Have I turned such a powerful Jedi in a beggar?”

You enjoy being easily overpowered by him, how he uses that dark side you know so well to your favour. But your mind stops retracing your thoughts for you go absolutely insane as he kisses your neck and now releases the hand around your neck to play with your left breast.

“I-I am, yes! I am, Master!”, you cry out, already unbearably soaked. “Don’t tease further, you know I’ve missed you…”

You arch your back the moment his fingers twirl your nipples, caressing each slowly, yes, but passionately too. His eyes are glued in your reactions: aware of how to tease you, how to make you come undone to him, Anakin is aroused at the idea of your submission. You promptly submit to him and he realizes he loves when you beg.

But more than that, he loves you.

“Let me sooth your needs, darling”, so the General says when slipping his right hand into your feminine core. And finally, he slides one finger into you. “Fuck! So damn wet for me?”

You cast him a lustful gaze, transmitting every indecent thought that he seeded with his departure. Anakin laughs quietly as he captures it, kissing you slowly as he teases you.

“My angel, you and I shall not be merely roomies. No, no”, he vows, watching as you smirk under his pleasantries. “Oh you like that, don’t you?”

Anakin gives small bites against your skin as he now inserts another finger. He takes his time there and when sensing your climax, the Jedi then carefully moves on top of you after lying you down gently—without stopping pleasing you.

“Yes, my love. Come to me”, the Jedi encourages you softly, smiling down at you as you arch your back and enlace him with your legs, all the whilst leaning to kiss his lips fervently.

But this is only the beginning.

*

As much as you enjoying riding him, you prefer when he’s on top of you, being the bossy man he is. Your lips curl on a sly smirk when there is no need to speak it out as one understands the other perfectly well.

“You play the difficult one outside, but damn here you submit easily, uh?”, Anakin teases you, slowly moving inside you, locking hands with you above your head.

“I hate how you know me so damn well”, you growl under your breath.

“Darling, hate is not the Jedi way”, Anakin smirks, getting yourself a smile before he kisses you passionately.

Leaving lust aside, this is the moment where one soul intimately links the other as the bodies connect. Anakin is careful with you, watchful at every reaction he evokes on you.

And you as well. You want him desperately so, every part of him, you don’t want to let go of him. To feel his manhood right where you want him to is just…

So…

Damn…

Good.

Perfection, indeed.

“Ani”, you moan loudly, already feeling the waves of pleasure you gladly prepare to drown into.

“Yes, Y/Nickname?”, he groans softly at each thrust, him too not far from you.

“I love you”, you gasp.

“I love you too”, he whispers back, before going down to your skin with his tongue, taking his time in every bit of you.

Soon, the whispers turn into screams and every intensity rests ashore.

***

• New Beginnings.

When the mission in Mandalore is complete, you and Anakin are expected to go back to Coruscant. However, before doing that, Anakin leads you to planet Y/C, where you and him are secretly married.

“We are husband and wife now”, you remark blissfully. “Who’d ever thought we came this far?!”

“I would”, so says Anakin, side smirking at you.

“There was a Senator that could have taken my place, though…”, you tease, earning him an eye roll.

“Come here, silly head.”

He pulls you close, mesmerized by how shiny your eyes are, transmitting every bit of happiness when you look at him.

“I love you”, says your husband, smiling when seeing you blush. “There has only been you, Mrs Skywalker. As it will be.”

“It better be. I love you too, Mr Skywalker.”

Between giggles, you two share a kiss, spotting a very bright future ahead of you…

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[fuckmyskywalker]

Pussy pleaser — Anakin Skywalker.

— CW: 18+, smut! Anakin eating pussy, Anakin worshipping it, fucking it, basically existing just to eat cunt. Slay. (I may have overused the word "pussy" but hey, can you blame me?). — BASED OFF THIS THOUGHT I HAD AFTER BEING SLEEP DEPRIVED. || WC: 1.2k – Not proofread :P.

— A/N: IMPORTANT! I tried not to use a specific pronoun to refer to reader's vAGINA because I know some people that wanted a larger version of this don't go by she/her pronouns! I hope I did it well and if I missed something please let me know! Your opinion matters to me 🫶🏻. Woops, what's missing here?! ;)

Anakin is an exceptional lover, but if there's something he lacks… is patience.

Especially when it comes to you.

After a rough day, after a good day, to cheer up after some bad news, to celebrate after some good news, after the council either scolded/congratulated him… Anakin always ends his day buried in between your thighs. It doesn't even matter how, if it is his cock, his tongue, his fingers— As long as your pussy is involved, he’s in, figuratively and literally speaking. 

But like I said, his patience is little to none, and it shows. Anakin will not only overwork you, overstimulate you and completely ravish your sweet pussy at any given chance, time and place— but he also will give you a short time to even accommodate and keep up with his passionate urges. His large hands start caressing your thighs, trying to hold himself back every time but failing miserably, he will pry them apart slowly, trying to savor the moment (mostly for himself), tracing your skin with practiced ease. He knows every curve, every freckle and mole, Anakin has memorized every inch of your body and he is proud to know what makes you crumble and beg for more. 

Anakin tries to be gentle, but having your heavenly offer just inches away within his reach and not be buried deep inside you is a crime. He licks your pussy until you have no idea if you are this wet because of the arousal he provoked on you or his own spit.

 Which, let me add to the list how disgusting he is sometimes: Anakin is filthy, and his devotion to you only seems to make his obsession even worse. One of his favorite activities is parting your lips with his thumb, before licking a long, lazy stripe from your entrance to your clit— and then spit right on your cunt. He will throb like a horny teenager, he will hump the mattress of the cheap beds in the Jedi Temple like a desperate bitch while watching how his saliva slides and mixes with your own wetness. 

Speaking of his obsession, Anakin lives, fights and comes back home every day for you, of course… but for your pussy too. His favorite breakfast, meal and dinner. His favorite treat and his favorite prize. 

Countless times you had laid down on the bed, legs open wide like a cheap whore from a dirty brothel straight from the most dark, disgusting corners of Coruscant, with his head buried in between them, tugging on his blonde curls moaning and grinding his nose against your clit for him to mumble something so quietly you mistake it with an insect flying across the room. 

“I missed you.” He whispered, his blown out irises fixated on your pussy. “My pretty thing.”

The first time it felt flattering. It was nice to know your boyfriend missed you so much. You ignored him, thinking he was just eager. 

The second time, it was the same.

Same quiet murmurs, same praises: “God, I can’t get enough of you…” Anakin had his eyes closed, sucking on your clit and pausing every now and then to whisper sweet words to you. 

Sure, to you.

Over and over, you gobbled up his praises, his need, his lust for you. Anakin had the power to push you to heavens, to reduce you to a blabbering puddle, to lit up your darkness fantasies, so why stop him? He sounds like he’s enjoying himself, and who are you to deny him such pleasure?

There's always a breaking point though.

Remember how I mentioned how impatient Anakin is? Well, this time it didn't worked on your favor. Instead of prepping your pussy, allowing you to have a nice, slippery stretch to be able to fit his thick cock without any discomfort, Anakin couldn't wait. It wasn't particularly painful, but a sharp sting was there, something momentarily but significant. Anakin bottomed out, groaning loudly at how tight your pussy was in that moment, his horny, selfish mind not being able to register his lack of consideration.

“You are tighter than usual.” He huffed, his fingers digging in the supple flesh your waist. You tried to protest, to tell him he didn't stretch you first, but he began to trust relentlessly, hitting your sweet spot over and over. 

Every complaint quickly died in your throat, replaced by moans of pleasure and delight. Even if it felt amazing, your pussy was still struggling to accommodate to his size, and Anakin, the little shit, was in heaven. 

“You missed me? You missed my cock pretty thing? Missed me using you like a toy?”

Despite your blissful state, something about his words just seemed… off. 

Almost as if he wasn't talking to you. 

Anakin’s hips slammed against yours again and again giving you no break at all. Your hands had to grab the edge of the wooden bed frame at some point, the discomfort of his girth now long forgotten. He hovered over you, staring at your pretty, glassy eyes, watching them roll back, silently beg him for more and then looked downwards, locking his devil eyes with your pussy. If there was something Anakin would never, ever, not in a million years get tired of, was the breathtaking view he had every time he had the privilege to witness how your tight little hole struggled to keep him inside, as if your delightful, hot cunt was desperately trying to keep him inside forever.

“Fuck… I missed you too, wish I could stay inside all fucking day.” His incessant gibberish began to have an effect on you, your hazy mind slowly putting the pieces together. 

“Anakin—” You called him with such a tone that he snapped out of his trance. 

“Yes?” He asked, not stopping his movements, just slowing them.

Next, a question you never imagined asking. Your sweaty, flushed face had a hint of confusion, a pretty valid confusion.

“…Are you talking to my pussy?”

Anakin froze, looking almost— guilty?

“What if I am?” He answered your question with another question, something you hated. 

“Anakin, answer the question.” You sighed, waiting for his answer as if you two weren't naked on his bed, him buried balls deep inside of you. 

Your boyfriend pouted, was he really throwing a tantrum? “Maybe.” He whispered. In response, you laughed quietly trying not to ruin the moment. It wasn't odd, probably a bit perverted and a bit— hot? The fact that Anakin was so in love with your pussy he treated it as if it was another whole being worth his wholehearted attention. 

“I think it’s… hot” Your words were followed by a shrug, staring at him, batting your eyelashes.

Giving him that look.

And if Anakin Skywalker isn’t the most patient person in the Galaxy, he certainly is the designated pussy pleaser of the Galaxy. 

He pounced again, wasting less than five seconds to resume his reckless assault on your poor, overworked pussy. “See?” He practically growled, his teeth sinking in his lower lip, curving into a wicked smile. “This tight, little cunt missed my big cock so much.” He is on full rampage mode, fucking you brainless. 

“Feel how I stretch your tiny hole, angel?”

“Look at you, is my cock too big for you?”

One hand let go of your hip, grabbing your face and squeezing your cheeks, breaking eye contact with your bodies merged into one and forcing you to look at him. His face was inches away from yours, his hot breath hit your face and a string of drool falling from his lips landed on your lower lip. The fire in his eyes was incomparable.

“This pussy belongs to me, not you, do you hear me?”

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[wifeofasith]

Anakin simply loved pussy. He’d always wonder, “What’s the point of having it if it’s not being pleased?” His girl’s sweet little hole, a tight juicy cherry for him to devour, to curl his digits inside of it, and feel the soft gummy walls pulling him further. He was obsessed with it. The sloshing of her arousal leaking out whenever he’d tease it, the way it’d tighten around his tongue… It made his eyes roll from just remembering all the times he’d be buried in between her sobbing folds for hours. The way she’d beg him to stop, the way her fingers would tug on his hair and legs tremble over his shoulders, why would he stop? Aren’t pussies made to be played with, to be overstimulated and swollen from all the love? The second his lips would wrap around her little hidden gem, she wouldn’t even be able to conceal all the moans and whimpers of delight, so why would she even ask him to stop? Whenever he’d praise how soaked and needy it was, her cheeks would taint in soft pink, eyes would lose their focus off his, and she would nudge his shoulder, as if it didn’t deserve to be pampered and coddled. Sometimes it’d anger him, during those times, he’d like to own her pussy. He’s sure as hell he’d treat it better than she does. He’d stroke it every night, knuckles deep, until she’d fall asleep; he’d lick it clean in the morning, savoring the taste of her body; he'd make sure it’d never even have panties on, so whenever it’s tingly, he could relieve it. He’d bruise while kneeling under the holy grail of female juice, tongue flat against the slit, nose nuzzled into the clit while his big hands held onto the backside, supporting his poor girl with a delicious abused cunt 🤎

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[thenegoteator]

—Even losing you (the joking voice, a gesture I love) I shan't have lied. It's evident the art of losing's not too hard to master though it may look like (Write it!) like disaster.

-- 'One Art' by Elizabeth Bishop

you ever think about how after everything Ahsoka told Vader "I'm not leaving you" and it wasn't enough

#ahsoka #star wars #anakin skywalker #darth vader #swr #tcw #xuserann #my art #going FERAL about these two again actually #and about poetry. #something something about losing. and leaving. and being left. and coming back too late. #imagine ahsoka hearing how vader died. #padme and luke both said 'there's still good in him' and ahsoka KNEW that and yet he would not show it to her. #i'm chewing drywall

[anisas-nonsense]

The devil works hard but fanfic writers work harder

Ps. Y’all are amazing and the most creative writers ❤︎. keep up the amazing work ✩

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