Summary: You and Boba interrupt Din’s nap, so to make it up to him you invite him to join in on the shenanigans
Huge thanks as always to the most lovely ray of sunshine @beskars for being a second set of eyes, an absolute enabler, and making that stunning gif up there!
Warnings: Mandalorian S2 spoilers I guess, mention of part time Jedi summer camp, Boba has a filthy mouth, gratuitous oral sex and fingering, loud sex, yet another threesome, some lite dom Boba, two cocks one hole, i think there’s some lite spitting too probably, cum as lube (pls do not try that at home), biting, lil’ bit of overstim because how could you not have you seen them, oh shit the ending got soft
Author’s Note: I have absolutely nothing to say for myself. I started writing this and then Boba saying “little one” became canon and I just lost my mind. No y/n; no she/her. Please let me know if I missed anything so I can correct it! Also, hey whaddup PPC taglist haven’t seen y’all in a minute - if you want to be removed from my tag list or added to anything else let me know! Enjoy, share what you can, and be well ~
summary: obi-wan kenobi needs you to be happy but he’s not so sure that you need him (based on you could be happy by snow patrol)
warnings: language and very minor mentions of smut
this is the result of my insomnia and unadulterated teenage angst. really it’s all just a huge punch in the face. if u love happy endings…this may not be for you. time to hurt!!
- jazz x
p.s the mobile app has cocked up some of the italics and i’ve tried to fix them but…we shall see
Obi-Wan Kenobi didn’t tend to regret much.
Making mistakes came with being a Jedi. It was how he became so good at it. He wouldn’t have been the person he was today without those mistakes. They were what made him so wise. That wasn’t to say he prone to them because that would have been a little unfair. Humans were prone to making mistakes. And Obi-Wan might have been a Jedi, but he was primarily a person. A species that seemed fatally flawed, to do the very things that they weren’t supposed to do. That was human nature; being told not do a do something and then doing that very something.
He’d done it with you. Holy hell, had he done it with you. He hadn’t meant to and he definitely hadn’t intended to but mutual attraction was a slippery slope and one he had very much gone gliding down. How could he not? You were a beautiful senator - funny and smart, with wit and prose that could remove the air from his lungs and put it back all in the space of a breath. Your presence alone felt a thousand times more powerful than the Force and it was intoxicating.
Warnings: degradation, cum swallowing, creampie, possessiveness, discipline/brat taming, spanking, choking/breath play, edging, overstimulation, orgasm control/denial, implied public sex
A/N: I had older Boba in mind while writing this, so these hcs might be a bit softer than most people have written – but this is supposed to fit any timeline you’d like. And as usual, I skipped H and X.
Big thanks to @bxbafett for being a lil bit of my inspo for this!
Summary: Your relationship with Din has become strained and you’re no longer sure where you stand with the man behind the helmet. He leaves you with Boba while he runs an errand and Boba helps you realize that there’s more to life than pining.
Warnings: vague spoilers for the last few episodes of season 2, mentions of anxiety, mentions of family/world disappearing (not graphic, only in passing, but just in case) sorta dom!Boba (not super mean but a little demanding), very light choking, overstimulation, fingering (uh, oral and otherwise?), penetration (p in v), c*m eating, um. I think that’s it? (Other than, like, feelings but meh.)
Pairing: Din x Fem!Reader (Past/Implied/Unrequited? It’s complicated) - Boba x Fem!Reader (he uses ‘girl’ as a pet name)
Word Count: 7.1k (….I’m very sorry)
“I’ll be back.”
Three simple words, uttered quietly - almost reluctantly - with his visor trained on you, were all that Din gave you before he stepped down the loading ramp of Slave I and disappeared into the dense forest that surrounded the ship. Though you were used to him disappearing, heading into the unknown to track bounties or fetch supplies, this was the departure that stung the most.
Though Din was careful about his affection, you were used to more. Lingering glances, soft touches, quiet words; but this time, he hadn’t reached out to place a gloved hand on your cheek and hadn’t tacked on the softly uttered ‘cyar’ika’ you had once been so used to hearing fall from his lips when addressing you. He gave you three words that seemed to be a formality, a courteous gesture meant to quell your anxiety instead of one borne from affection, and you found yourself half-wishing he’d left without acknowledging you at all.
That wasn’t fair and, realistically, you knew that. You were overthinking and taking offense where none was meant, you knew that, too. His mind was elsewhere - as was yours - but rationality had long disappeared. It was left in the dust on some desert planet far from the forests of your current location, shattered into irreparable pieces from too many nightmares come true, and in its place grew the creeping tendrils of doubt that wrapped around your lungs and squeezed until your chest felt hollow.
Warnings; degradation, riding, scratching, lord kink, slight pet play (kinda I think), dom!anakin/darth vader, praising, oral (pp in mouth), slight fluff, dubcon, that's pretty much all
A/n - this is before Darth Vader was burnt, this was during order 66 when Anakin marched into the Jedi Temple though this time it wasn't really set ablaze just yet.
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I felt a shift in the Force before my clones started shooting. I striked them down, my whole battalion was soon dead. It was a lonely trip back to the Jedi Temple, but I finally made it, walking up the steps. Screams echoed through the long halls, casting fear over my eyes.
My steps were slow, cautious, frightened. Whatever happened to the Jedi hadn't been good. My stomach ached, all dead Jedi sending me into an aftershock. Master Plo had died, my Master that I once believed could never be striked down. But Anakin wasn't dead, the man that I had trained as a padawan with wasn't dead. I still had hope. I felt anger in him, but that didn't matter to me, I wouldn't be alone even if it was him that orchestrated this whole event.
"Ani!" I yelled, my voice calling out for the Jedi Knight. My begs for him were useless, at least that's what I thought. There was one place I would visit before leaving the Temple. The High Council Chambers. If I found nothing in there, I would find nothing at all.
My boots were heavy against the floor as I neared the Chambers. Something was waiting for me, an answer, a hope. I stopped at the door. This would change my life forever, both decisions of either leaving or staying. But, I knew that if my life were to change, I would rather have someone to survive with.
I opened the metal door with the Force, stepping inside what seemed to be an empty room. Until I drew my gaze across the chairs. They were all empty, except for one.
Anakin's Jedi cloak was discarded on the floor of the Chambers. He leaned back in his council seat, legs spread apart deliciously, his eyes yellow, burning with hatred and something else. He met my stare, smirking with his wolfish teeth.
"I've been waiting for you, little girl," Anakin said, his voice still smooth as silk. His devilish eyes traveled my body before he raised his flesh hand, beckoning me over to his seated body with two fingers.
I wanted to move, to walk towards him but my legs locked into place. I couldn't speak either, it was like I was in some sort of trance. I could only release a small squeak from my throat. Anakin's eyes darkened, the yellow burning my skin slowly. "What's wrong? Are you.. scared? Are you scared to disrespect the Jedi? Am I asking too much of you, helpless padawan?"
I gulped as I tried to move again, succeeding. I made my wait to Anakin, standing in between his spread legs. His hand rested on my hip, massaging it with a wider smirk. His mischievous gaze fell over me, sending chills down my back.
The fallen Jedi Knight took his hand away from my hip, patting his lap while connecting his once calm eyes with mine. He laid his arms on the armrests of his Council seat, waiting for my next move. I climbed onto his thick thighs, my legs on either side of him. I then placed my hands gently on his chest, feeling his arms snake around my waist before pulling my body flush against him, his mouth directly next to my ear.
His teeth nipped at my earlobe, breathing onto the sensitive skin that was all around. "You're the last Jedi that will ever visit this temple, but you will not be one forever."
My face contorted with horror at his words. The man I had loved all throughout my padawan years was willing to kill me for the power he wanted. Anakin growled against my ear, his feral noises causing a pool in my panties.
"I won't kill you, I would never bring harm to something so.. special and fragile," Anakin said, his teeth nipping at my ear after every word. I shifted in his lap, not being able to contain my legs from moving.
I let out a soft moan as kisses trailed down my neck from the back of my ear to a sweet spot that he seemed to know like the back of his hand. He kissed and sucked at the spot, eliciting moans from my mouth. I'd never been touched like this and I knew it wasn't right, but I wanted him. So badly. He was a mighty Sith Lord now but I wanted him more than ever.
"You sound so pretty. You call yourself a Jedi but I find that hard to believe with all these precious noises I'm hearing," he said, taking his face from my neck and making eye contact with me. "I can hear your dirty thoughts. You want more, don't you angel?"
I whimpered at his words, nodding vigorously. Thoughts of Anakin fucking me like the sky was falling seeped into my brain. Anakin groaned, gripping my ass to hear me whimper for a second time.
"Dirty little girl.. the Council's dead but here you are whining in their Chambers like a puppy dog. Is that what you want to be treated like? A filthy dog?" Anakin growled, kneeding his palm into my ass. His other hand gripped my jaw, pulling my face closer to his. "How about you get on your hands and knees like a puppy dog, hm?"
I nodded, getting off of his lap and sitting on my hands and knees in front of his Council seat. He scanned the way I was sitting in front of him before praising me with a, "Good girl."
I bit my lip and watched as he scooted closer to the edge of his seat. He pulled out his fully erect cock, oozing pre-cum front it's pretty pink tip. He was a perfect girth and length, enough to stretch me out immensely. I looked up at him with puppy eyes. "Can I suck it, Ani?"
Anakin's face scrunched up with anger. "You will address me as Lord Vader for now on."
"Y-Yes Lord Vader. Can I please suck your cock my lord?" I begged, waiting for the moment he allows me to reach out and take it. Anakin smirked and let go of it, looking down at me with lustful eyes.
"You may," he said. I immediately moved my hand to grab his length, so desperately wanting to get my hands in mouth on it. I kept eye contact with him as I jerked him off at an acceptable speed, adding twists to my repetitive movements.
Anakin groaned at the feeling of my hand on him as he leaned back once again. His face was filled with pleasure as he lolled his head back. "Are you just gonna play with it?" he asked with a groan. "I thought you wanted to put it in that naughty mouth of yours?"
I stopped my movements, dragging my hand to the base of his memeber before kitten-licking the tip, smacking it against my tongue afterwards. I wrapped my lips around him, swirling my tongue around his leaking tip. He let out another feral growl as he shoved his hand into my hair, gripping my h/c locks like his life depended on it.
"Your mouth is so warm angel.. fuck," Anakin moaned, shoving my head down onto his cock, the tip hitting the back of my throat, making me gag. I swallowed around him, earning a louder moan as he yanked me off of him. "Strip."
I followed his command, taking off my garments quickly, so eager to be filled up by his girthy dick. Anakin patted his lap, making me move out of the puddle of clothes that I was standing in.
I climbed on his lap, straddling him as he gripped my hips with bruising hands. Before I could even comprehend that he moved one of his hands to touch his dick, I was filled to the brim. I moaned loudly, placing my hands on his shoulders in attempt to keep myself from squirming is discomfort.
"Look at you pretty girl.. so good, sitting on my on my cock. Such a good girl," Anakin praised, peppering my chest with soft kisses, pushing aside his dominating, aggressive nature for once. I moaned at the praise as my walls tightened, the stretching feeling depleting slowly. "You like when I call you a good girl, don't you?"
I nodded, rolling my hips over his. Anakin laughed and sucked at the skin above my tits, leaving a hickey before taking his head back up to look at me.
"You ready little girl?" he asked, pulling my body closer to his. I nodded before he guided me almost all the way off his cock before slamming my body back down, thrusting up into me hard.
"Oh maker! My lord, you're so big!" I cried, clawing at his back as I rode him. Anakin's deep chuckle echoed throughout the Council Chambers, shivers crawling up my spine.
"My beautiful Empress... taking me so well, letting me claim you as mine," Anakin said in a possessive tone. In any other situation, my eyes would've gone wide and fear would've struck me but instead, the heat in my stomach burned hotter.
I shoved my face into the crook of his neck as his thrusts met my hips when I slid back down onto him. I screamed into him, my nails dragging along his skin. Anakin fucked into me harder, no mercy attached to his actions.
I swallowed hard as he stopped my hips from moving and held me down on his lap, thrusting deeper inside of me than before. He hit my g-spot with every thrust he made, causing me to wail out in ecstasy as I already felt myself cumming without warning.
Anakin grunted as my walls spasmed around his throbbing cock. He fucked into me as deep as possible, filling my cunt up with his warm seed.
I whined when he pulled out, already missing the feeling of being full. Anakin planted kisses along the back of my neck as I nuzzled my face into his. "Good girl," he praised, rubbing my back with his gloved hand.
"Ana- Vader?" I asked, slipping up a bit, upset that I couldn't call him Anakin anymore. A deep hum rumbled from his chest.
"You can still call me Anakin on one condition. What is your question?"
I paused for a moment, breathing in his warm-smelling scent. "You called me.. you called me your empress. What did you mean by that?"
"I wish to rule the Empire with you, my sweet Y/n. I've wanted you to be mine since I saw you, I wish to have you like I've always wanted to," he said, his arms tightening around me like someone was to drag me away.
I took my face away from his neck to look into his eyes that were aflame only minutes ago. They were a soft blue now as he confessed himself to me, it was like he had gotten softer at the heart.
I rested my forehead against his, running my hands through his silky light brown hair. "Of course Anakin - anything to be with you."
This started out funny, ended up sweet and comforting! I liked writing this ówò
I’m gonna dedicate this to @bad-batch-of-fics, because I can. This is Not your holiday gift, but I did kinda have you in mind while writing it, so! You Know! ^_^
This is a smut request, but it’s pretty soft. Nothing too specific or graphic, but it’s under the read more anyways just in case.
300 - *wakes up, sees (Fives) and screams*
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This was one of your kinder dreams, your back pressed against a broad chest, warm hands gliding over your stomach and thighs. You couldn’t see the face of your paramour, but you could feel his lips as he whispered against your neck. They were words in a language you thought you knew, but in the realm of dreams, it all sounded like Gungan mumbles anyways. You hummed at his affections, curling deeper into him, each brush of his lips sending a shock of pink swirls around you, matching the candlelight haze of the unknown atmosphere, every touch of his talented hands left behind a trail of violet-blue flames, every whisper against your skin wrapping you in golden silk, warm like Naboo’s gentle sunshine- it was a really kind dream.
You could almost smell him, the blastersmoke that followed him everywhere, the minty-pine notes of his body wash, the musk that stained him anyways because of how hard he always seemed to push himself. His chapped, plush lips trailing over your collar as calloused hands turned you over, smoothing down your stomach to start gently touching your most sensitive self. You breathed out his name as you locked onto the hallucination of his smoked amber gaze, “Fives-”
“Yeah, precious?”
Reality crashed down onto you, the clear words right next to your ear. You opened your eyes wide to see Fives leaning on his elbow above you in the dimmed light of your bedroom, sun only just coming in through your blinds, the man shirtless and enjoying whatever kind of show you were giving. Time slowed as you processed what was happening. Fives was in your bed. You were having a dream. About Fives. And apparently sleeptalking- you were having a wet dream. And moaning Fives’ name. While he was smirking down at you in your bed. Fives was in your bed.
You couldn’t process these things quick enough, you let out a delayed scream when he winked at you, bolting out of the covers while he covered his ears, “Stars, how long have you been here! Where the kriff is your shirt!”
Twisting his face and groaning as he rubbed at his ears, he nodded in the general direction, “By your closet, right next to my pants- haar’chak, make me go deaf why don’t you.”
“You’re pantsless too?” you nearly squeaked out. What in this god-forsaken galaxy had happened last night to make you look like such a dizzy fool this early morning?
Opening his eyes again, he looked you up and down, giving you that same damned smirk, “Oh, you know, just thought it’d be cute to match you, cyare.”
Your eyes widened as you glanced down to your naked form, body freezing in place as your blood began simmering in embarrassment. Everything that had happened in the past minute, the teasing whisper that woke you, the discovery of an apparently naked man in your bed- not just any man, Fives. The soldier, your best friend, that you had been pining for ages over. The man who comes to you when he relives nightmares from past missions, in search of a safe pair of arms to be held in while he breaks down, for however long. It was one of those nights last night, your tired eyes recognizing him as a source of warmth and- oh.
That’s right. In the dead of your sleep cycle, Fives came to your room unannounced, waking you up from a dreamless sleep…
“Are you-” you swallowed down dry air, still reeling from all your thoughts coming to you as you properly woke up- “You’re okay? You...came to me, last night, yeah?”
“Aha...several times,” he shot you an anxious smile before looking down. Rolling your eyes, you came back down to sit next to him on the bed. He was using humor to deflect the situation again, as he was one to do. You found it in you to push your embarrassment from your overreaction aside, bringing a hand around the back of his neck and pushing his head down to rest on your shoulder while you rubbed the tense planes of muscle between his shoulder blades. He melted into your touch, placing a tentative kiss to your collarbone, and you tried not to let shivers run down your spine at the soft sensation, especially when you felt his hands wrap so snugly around your waist, thumbs rubbing rhythmic crescents into you.
“I’m sorry for freaking out, I just… you know. Just waking up. Moments of delirium,” you huffed out some bit of laughter, before feeling your face and ears heat up again, “Do you...do you remember who kissed first?”
Fives hummed, and you could feel his lips start to morph into that gorgeous smile of his against the suddenly sensitive skin of your neck, “I think-” he paused to relish in the gasp that spilled from you as he kissed at the dip of your shoulder- “we both leaned in at the same time-” and another, on your pulse- “You know, after I got up from crying into your lap-” the corner of your jaw- “and then you looked at me with these eyes, and…”
Before he could finish his path and slant his lovely lips over your mouth, his eyes found yours, shining with adoration, desire, devotion. Complete and utter love came through your gaze, stealing Fives’ breath away.
“Yeah… Yeah, those eyes…”
You leaned into each other, closing the dwindling gap between you, staying tangled in each other the rest of the day.
Summary: A year after a narrow encounter with a stormtrooper called FN-2187, the Reader meets and begins to form an attachment to Finn, the latest addition to the Resistance.
Word Count: 5,000+
Warnings: The reader has an injury at the beginning of the story and fears death
A beetle was crawling near your blaster. You remembered that detail from the night you met him. It shone an iridescent green in the fires from the First Order encampment and marched toward the stormtroopers without a care in the world. You allowed yourself a smile. If only you could share the beetle’s bravery.
Instead, you huddled behind a mound of dirt, trying with shaking hands to repair your comlink. Once that was done, you could reach your fellow Resistance officers for backup. You weren’t supposed to be out here alone, and now you knew why. You just wished you didn’t have to deal with a dislocated leg when you discovered the stormtrooper encampment. There were patrols every thirty minutes around the encampment, and you couldn’t run. You could guess your fate if reinforcements didn’t come soon.
Finally, your comlink flickered to life. You sighed in relief, and immediately contacted Dameron’s channel. “Dameron, I found the encampment. I need reinforcement,” you whispered. “I’m patching the coordinates over now.”
The coordinates transferred, you breathed a sigh and leaned back against the mound of dirt. Nothing to do now but stay quiet and wait.
“What are you doing here?” The voice would have startled you to your feet if you could stand. There was a stormtrooper standing over you.
summary: din’s always had a nickname for you - and thanks to your new friend miggs mayfeld, the mandalorian now has one too.
warnings: language (standard really), spoilers for season 2, SMUT, kinda soft and vanilla but…still smut. please don’t read this if you’re under 18. please. please. please. thx. also, remember to wrap before you tap.
this is set after chapter 16 but FUCK knows what’s gonna happen next week so this follows canon up to the believer and then i’ve just taken free reign. this was meant to be fluff but….it’s not. i mean, the beginning is. so that’s something?
- jazz xx
Three days.
It had been three days since you had got the kid back - and what a fucked up journey it had been. Between losing the Crest and Din having to forfeit the very foundations of his belief to show his face (not to mention him having to practically pull you off of Gideon when you launched yourself at the bastard), you were both exhausted in every sense of the word. It had really put things into perspective for him: his love for you, his love for Grogu, his dedication to his creed. Din had a lot of thinking to do once everything had settled, but he’d pushed it to the back of his mind.
Summary: After a nightmare, the reader and Din have a heart-to-heart, and realize they are not as different as they might think.
Warnings: angst, fluff, Din w/o beskar, intense fear?? (basically reader has a nightmare) makeout at the end
Note: Fair warning, this is the first fic I have ever written. I was having some pretty intense inspiration, and once I began typing, the words just began to flow out. With that said, I welcome any constructive criticism; any hate received will be reported and blocked.
It’s not late when you slip beneath the blanket that decorates your humble cot. In fact, you’re not sure what time it is. Days spent in hyperspace have left you without the ability to recall which hours differentiate day and night. At this point, you sleep once you’re exhausted, and wake up once you hear the kid begin to squeal for your company.
Mando doesn’t seem to sleep at all. You often wonder if he is even human beneath the beskar. Perhaps, he is some humanoid species that doesn’t require sleep.
Imagine Obi Wan at the beach and tossing you around in the waves and just being a glowing lil goofball
──── SUNNY DAYS.
No one was supposed to know, not even Obi-Wan. He has had a tiring week (or, really, a tiring month) of grueling assignments for the Order, and you could see that what he needed was a day off. So, you snuck him away from the Jedi Temples for something “important” and from how tired he already was, he let you take his hand and simply followed you; down the steps, across the track, into your speeder (where he fell asleep), and finally onto the golden, sun-kissed beach where the waves lapped rhythmically onto the shore.
“Why here?” He almost laughs, squeezing your hand softly as you lead him further out.
“You work too hard, Obi-Wan—” a kiss to his nose— “You deserve a day off.”
Now, he chuckles. It’s breathy but raw, deep from his heart, and he pulls you toward him with his hand in yours to kiss you gently on the lips, sighing blissfully after a moment. Then he smiles, “Thank you.”
“Come on, I hear the water’s lovely.”
And you’re tugging at his hand again, racing across the sand to reach the shoreline. You’re the first to take your shoes off, dipping your toes in the warm, salty water as Obi-Wan peels off his shirt beside you. As you turn to him, fiddling with the strings at your back, he flashes you a bright smile; chuckling heartedly again as his pants slip off now, then yours, until you’re both in your under garments and he says, “Race you in!”
“Obi!” You shout joyfully, watching him dash into the ocean as you follow him, hot on his heels.
His laughter carries along the dancing waves to wrap around you, before his arms do just that and he’s pressing a kiss to your temple as he spins you around. He hasn’t felt this cheerful, this at peace, in a long while— missions were becoming more and more dangerous, people less trustworthy, but through it all he had you, and he’s grateful for every moment, every word, and every kiss he spends with you. You make his heart glad when all it’s felt since the day he stopped being a padawan is pain. You cure him, even if you don’t realize how much of an effect you have on him.
His kisses start to wander, all still light and playful, down the side of your face and then your neck, just to blow against the skin childishly and you’re laughing; hands slapping down on his arms as you shout, “That tickles!!”
He can’t help but laugh like a boy proud of a prank he’s pulled; his smile slowly turning mischievous as he wraps you up in his arms and dunks you under the water before you can yell at him to stop. When you both come back up, you’re rubbing your eyes and slapping a hand on his chest, but any sort of irritation fades as soon as he shakes his head, water flying everywhere, and he makes the cutest sound as he laughs, scrunches up his nose, and presses his forehead against yours.
“I’m sorry, my love.” He smiles, sighing sweetly before saying, “You make me so... happy. Thank you.”
Caressing the side of his face with gentle fingers, you say, “You make me happy too, Obi-Wan.”
“I want to stay here with you forever.”
“There will be other sunny days.”
“Yes—” he waits, staring into your eyes. He knows you mean days at the beach but he can feel the words in his chest; the days now were almost always stormy, if not grey, and as the war stretches on he’s not sure if he’ll ever see the light like he once had before, but you were here with him and no matter what, the days he spends with you will always be bright— “yes, with you by my side, I know there will be.”
“A collection of common glyphs of the poorly understood Memeorite civilization of the Second Silicon Age. Memeorite glyphs possess multiple conflicting interpretations and a complexity of meaning impossible to capture in a few short words. These are rough translations only.”
Source: https://twitter.com/beach_fox/status/1325668490431246336 (which include more “memeorite glyphs”
“People are still asking me if I knew Star Wars was going to be that big of a hit. Yes, we all knew. The only one who didn’t know was George.” - Carrie Fisher
On December 4th, 2020, Casey Christian Goodson Jr. (23 years old) was shot three times in the back and murdered by a Sheriff’s Deputy as he was entering his home in Columbus, Ohio. Goodson’s family stated that he was returning home from a dentist appointment, holding a Subway sandwich, his face mask, and his keys, when he was shot.
Two days later, the Columbus Police Department made a statement alleging that James Meade, the deputy responsible for Goodson’s death, saw a man believed to be Goodson with a gun while driving. Meade then approached Goodson after he exited his car and walked home, where he was shot.
Hours after the shooting, the US Marshal for the Southern District of Ohio, Peter Tobin, confirmed that Goodson was not the fugitive they were searching for. However, Tobin also added that he believed that the shooting was justified, claiming that Goodson was shot after he refused to drop his “weapon.”
Yet another Black man murdered by the police.
DEMAND JUSTICE.
art credit: @alex.albadree on instagram
graphics credit: @worldawarenessassociation on instagram
A little tribute to John Boyega, his speech at the London protests the other day proved once again that he is a wonderful person. It doesn't matter if we didn't get to see it in the movies, to me he will always have the heart of a true Jedi ❤ (and don't forget he's a big deal in the Resistance!!!!!)
Please consider. I was listening to Heat Waves by Glass Animals and I got a thought. You and Anakin are friends but 'platonically' flirt with each other. While you’re away from Coruscant, a heat wave comes and it’s terrible . You call Anakin to catch up on what’s happening but he’s acting more bold. Making moves with the flirting if you will. Making comments that would leave you hot and bothered after hanging up. "God I need you so bad" And once you return he loses it. Idk just a thought.
Okay ngl this got me really inspired so here's a thingie. It was just going to be a blurb but... I got carried away.
Warnings: smut, Anakin being a lil teasing bitch, mild choking, gender neutral until the smut, uhhhhh yeah.
(btw this isn’t the absolutely filthy drool-crying rough smut fic i promised)
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It was hot.
Schorching, burning, hot.
Coruscant was hardly ever like this, especially with all of the electric turbines running throughout the city to keep it cool, but for some reason it was so much hotter than any other day during the summer.
There were some rumors going around: some called it climate change while others assumed that a few of the turbines had shut down, causing a chain of turbines to shut down as well, possibly shutting down the air conditioner throughout the main parts of Coruscant.
But no matter what the cause was, it was incredibly hot.
And Anakin wasn't having it.
You were gone, nonetheless, his best friend was gone, and he was getting the works.
It wasn't fair that you were on some tropical planet on some cool mission, while Anakin was stuck here doing Obi-Wan and the Council's bidding.
Train the younglings Anakin! Practice sparring Anakin! Practice meditating Anakin!
He rolled his eyes at the commands the Jedi gave him but did it. Despite it being scorching hot, he was at least somewhat obedient.
He had just finished sparring with a padawan learner and promised to call you via holoprojector after he had finished.
He made his way back to his room, drinking ice-cold water out of a canister, the top half of his robes were thrown over his shoulder, not bothering to put the sweaty robes back on after his sparring session, especially since the top half of his body was sweaty anyway.
He got some strange stares from a few of the Jedi in the Temple, but he shrugged it off, knowing he wasn't alone in the heat, especially since he'd seen master Kit-Fisto with the top half of his robes off.
He punched in the key for his room, letting the metallic door slide open and stepped inside; waving his hand to turn on an electric fan he had built after realizing it wouldn't get any cooler soon.
The fan whirred to life, immediately refreshing the room. He tossed his sweaty robes to a corner of his room, too hot to care about them at the moment. All he knew was that he needed to call you.
He pulled out the holoprojector from his pocket and tossed it on to his desk, plopping down on to the chair in front of it before pressing the needed buttons to call you.
He sighed, laying his head down on to his gloved hand while he waited for you to pick up.
And just as you did, he face immediately brightened up as soon as the image of your face from your hologram appeared.
"Force, am I glad to see you," Anakin mumbles, running his gloved hand through his hair before leaning back into his chair.
"Hey!" You quip, excited to see your friend but quickly furrow your eyebrows as you see Anakin sitting there shirtless, hair wetter than usual, and tone more monotonous. You take notice of his appearance, and raise an eyebrow. "You look hot."
He chuckles, crossing his arms. "Thanks. Is it the fact that I have no shirt? Or do I always look hot?" He smirks, teasing you as he always did.
You roll your eyes. "Don't worry, you always look hot, Anakin," you tease back, a playful edge in your tone. "But seriously, why are you so... Sweaty?"
He chuckles, pursing his lips at your taunting, totally ignoring your question. "Now hold on, I'm always hot?" He flicks his eyes up and down, eyeing you.
You groan, shaking your head. "Anakin. Answer my question. "
"Fine," he huffs, taking a swig of his drink. "There's a heatwave here in Coruscant. Not sure where it came from, but it's so much hotter than usual. Personally, I think the city's turbines shut down but... Who knows?" He takes another drink, Adam's apple bobbing as he drank.
"A heatwave?" You question, narrowing your eyes.
"Yep," he confirms, taking a breath before wiping his mouth from the water with his arm.
"That sounds awful," you mumble, resting your chin on your hand. "Sorry that you aren't here with me. I could try and ask--"
Anakin shakes his head at your offer, waving it off. "I already tried asking but the Council wasn't having it. Besides," he crosses his arms over his chest, legs naturally spreading. "You wouldn't be able to handle me if I were there."
You lean back too, chuckling at his stupid flirty lines. "Wouldn't be able to handle you? I think I'd be perfectly fine being able to handle you. I could take you."
Anakin felt heat rising to cheeks when he heard that last line. He always flirted with you, and usually it was meaningless, but this time... Something was different. Maybe it was just the heat getting to him.
He promptly licked his bottom lip before chuckling, "You think you could take me?" He emphasized that last part, unsure of what you meant. Whether you were just playing innocent at handling his impulsiveness in the battlefield or... Something else...
"Alright, Anakin," you laughed, shaking your head. "I gotta go. My commander's comming me. I'll talk to you later."
He felt his stomach drop when you told him you had to leave. "Oh, alright. I'll talk to you later, then. May the Force be with you."
You nodded at him. "May the Force be with you."
And with that, your hologram shut off, the blue reflection on his face diminished, leaving Anakin alone in his room in the dim light, once again.
After that call, Anakin couldn't ever get you out of his mind. He was always thinking about you.
And calling you just about every other day didn't help.
He was always distracted--thinking about your flirty one-liners, the way you would flick your eyes at him, eyes drawing over his shirtless figure, you unintentionally pursing your lips together... He never really took notice of these things, but now he noticed that you'd always look at him like that. Not that he has minded, but now it was different. Incredibly different.
Sometimes he'd let his thoughts wander just before falling asleep and he'd ask himself if you ever really meant those things. Or if he meant everything he said.
Then, sometimes he would get carried away with his thoughts, wondering what the both of you would look like if you actually fell through with those words.
He'd imagine you under him, body wracked with sweat, eyes screwed tight while he filled you, each stroke being deeper than the last. He'd imagine your moans and what they'd sound like, imagining your hands scraping down his back while he would fuck into you ever so deliciously. He'd think of everything he'd do to you, whether that meant making you cum so many times to the point you'd be absolutely numb, or all of the bruises he'd want to leave, or even just burying his head in between your thighs and eat you out like you were his last meal, or whatever, all of it made him so damn needy.
Maybe if he played his cards right on this next call, then maybe he could get you in too. If you said no, he'd be perfectly fine with that, but if you said yes... He could finally make those thoughts and words of his come true.
Anakin returned to his room after having another sparring session with a few padawans. His lips clung to the ice-cold canister, drinking the last of every drop, desperate to feel any cool sensation.
He did the same routine, waving his fan back on, tossing his robes aside before making his way to his desk, plopping down on the seat, calling you on the holoprojector.
"Hey!" You said brightly, once again glad to see you friend.
"Hey," Anakin smiled, feeling like a stupid padawan. He cursed himself internally, knowing he shouldn't be feeling this way, but he felt it, and he couldn't deny his feelings.
"Goodness, you still look hot and sweaty," you remark, looking at him from head to toe.
"Appreciate that," he chuckles, taking a cool, damp cloth to wipe his face. "Y'know, if you were over here, I could give you a reason to make you hot and sweaty too."
Immediately, you felt heat begin to rise to your cheeks at Anakin's flirty lines. He was like this, all the time, and you were too, but he was never so... Bold. Usually, it was something subtle, and something annoying just to get under your skin. You would do the same back, but now... Maybe it was just the heat getting to him.
In fact, you hadn't started feeling embarrassed or felt a blush coming on until recently. It was only until now did you begin to feel your stomach flutter, or your heart begin to pound faster, or even in rare cases, your underwear beginning to dampen.
It was cruel, and you hated it.
But, of course, it was your job to flirt back.
"Oh really? You think I'd be throwing my head back from how hot I'd be getting?"
He raises an eyebrow. "You'd be doing more than that."
At that, you feel your heart stop in your chest. You swallow, looking at Anakin's body language. He was leaned back, thighs spread open, hands resting on his thighs, sweaty abdomen feigned up and down, hands clenching and unclenching every so often. His eyes were narrowed and intriguing, a dark, playful edge about them, followed along by a small smirk that always seemed to crawl it's way back up on to his lips.
And of course, you couldn't help but wonder. Wonder what it would be like to finally live up to Anakin's words.
"Do indulge me, Skywalker," you say in a joking manner, but by the Force, you weren't joking about wanting to hear what he'd do to you at all.
Now it was Anakin's turn to feel stupified.
"Indulge you?" He asks somewhat timidly, afraid he might scare you away.
"Sure, go ahead. Since you're all big talk, I wanna hear what you'd do if I were there in your room right now," you challenge, almost bewildered at your own boldness.
Fuck it, he thought. If he were going to die in this heat, he might as well tell you what his thoughts were.
"Well... I think I'll find a nice spot on the wall to put you there. Grab you by your thighs and hoist you up and ruin you right there. I'd fuck into you so deep and fast, you'd be breathing heavy, clawing at my back, begging for me to slow down. You'd feel too hot too quick, wanting some sort of release, and I'd be nice to give it to you," he says lowly, afraid that anyone might be listening into his room.
You feel your stomach stir at his words, and for one damn moment in your life, you feel like you want to fuck your best friend.
"But then... " he crosses his arms, tongue running over his bottom lip. "Then I'd keep going. I'd make you cum so many times that you wouldn't even know what hit you. You'd feel so hot and so sweaty, you wouldn't even know what the hell to do with yourself. You'd be limp against me, begging for me to stop, but it'll feel so good that you wouldn't mind that I'd keep going. And then, once I've decided that you've cummed enough, I'll spill my own self into you, or I'll cum all over your face, and then I'll treat you and clean you up with my tongue. How about that?"
You sat there in shock, and wetter than you had ever been in your entire life. God, you were a Jedi. You weren't supposed to be feeling this.
Slowly, you look up and make eye contact with him. You swallow thickly, almost afraid you might let something slip out.
You decide to keep it casual.
"That heat getting to you pretty bad huh?"
He chuckles. "You have no idea... " He pauses, flicking his eyes downward.
There was a short silence, a silence you shared in which you both knew that you absolutely wanted to share that moment with each other that Anakin just described. Breaths were heavy, chests shifted up and down quickly, fingers clenching into fists.
Anakin huffed, deciding to break the thick tension. "God, I need you so bad."
"Well, I'm scheduled to come back tonight," you mutter, which makes him look up.
"Tonight?"
"Tonight."
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As soon as you returned, you made a beeline to Anakin's room. You weren't sure why you were, or even if this would happen, but there was something inside of you telling you that you needed to see if he felt something similar to what you were feeling.
And immediately when you stood in front of the door, the door slid open, revealing Anakin who wasted no time and pulled you in.
Instantly he was on you. He wasted no time in any formalities or greetings, or even welcoming you back from your trip (unless this was a form of welcoming you back).
His hands gripped your waist and spun you around so your back hit the wall, lips quickly pressed against yours.
The kiss was hot and needy, his already warm body pressed up against yours made you groan at how hot you were already getting.
He smirked into the kiss, using that as a chance to slip his tongue into your mouth to which he greedily explored.
His fingers quickly moved to unbuckle your belt from around your waist, tossing it carelessly to the side. You grip his biceps in response, giving him more room so he could discard the clothing as quickly as possible.
And just in a matter of seconds, you were bare except for your underwear, to which Anakin pulled away from the kiss to get a good look at you.
"Look at you... And here I was, never thinking I'd see the day," he mumbles, pressing his lips back into yours, his hands sliding down your body to grip your thighs.
You giggle slightly into the kiss, your fingers found your way to his hair and twirled them into it, tugging at it to encourage him further.
He groans at that, letting his fingers on his left hand slip down underneath your underwear, sliding in between your thighs and prods at your entrance. He lets out another groan when he feels just how wet you were. You must've been like this all day.
"So wet..." He mumbles, taking your lip in between his teeth before quickly moving his lips down along your jaw and onto your neck.
You whine at that, confirming that you'd been entirely eager all day. It was the only thing on your mind and you couldn't stop thinking about it.
Anakin takes advantage of your soaking wet arousal and slips two curled fingers inside of you, making you gasp at the sudden penetration. He begins to thrust those two fingers in and out of you at a quick, unrelenting pace, speeding you up to your climax quicker than anticipated.
You tugged on his hair, letting out a loud moan. "Anakin--"
He nodded, pressing his teeth down into your skin when he neared your breasts, keeping his pace with his fingers, prodding your g-spot ever so quickly.
You let out another moan, feeling yourself teeter over the edge with your climax, needing something more to get you there. Then just as if he were reading your thoughts, he presses your thumb on to your clit, moving it around in small circles.
You felt your breathing get heavy, your legs felt like jelly already, you were just on the edge when he slipped your nipple into his mouth and rolled his tongue around it, enabling your orgasm to come crashing down.
You let out a lengthy moan, gripping his curls in response to your orgasm crashing over you. He smirked at your orgasmic state, bringing his fingers up to his mouth to taste you, making eye contact when he'd done so.
"Just like you imagined?" You chuckled, still breathless from your first orgasm.
He nodded, smirking after cleaning off his fingers. "Just like I imagined."
You laugh at that, pressing your lips back together with Anakin's, resulting in another fiery passionate kiss.
He moves to slip off your underwear along with his pants, his hands climb under your thighs and hoist you up so your legs are wrapping around his waist.
You moan, grinding down against his cock that pressed up against his stomach to which he groaned at, eyes squinting at the feeling.
He halts your grinding when he squeezes your thighs, pushing your back firm against the wall, he brings one of his hands down and grabs his cock, slick with pre-cum, he finds your entrance and slides himself in, both of you letting out a lengthy moan when he did so.
Your lashes fluttered, leaning your head back against the wall. Gods, you've never felt so good, and so full.
You wiggled your hips, grinding down to make sure he bottomed you out all the way, wrapping your legs around him tightly.
"You ready?" He asked, breathless.
You gave him a nod, leaning your head over his chest, bracing for him.
Just as soon as you nodded, he began moving himself inside of you, starting slow, and quite opposite to what he promised. He slid in and out at a tantalizing pace, burying his face in your neck, just as you were doing to him.
"Anakin... " you whined, jutting your hips to encourage him.
"Yeah?" He chuckled.
He knew exactly what he was doing.
Fucking tease.
"Please... Go faster," you cried, nails digging into his back.
He chuckled once again, his hot breath on your ear, sending shivers down your spine. He began to pick up his pace, going faster, reaching deep within you until he couldn't push himself anymore.
He began fucking you relentlessly now, hips swiftly moving up to meet yours, strings of curse words and praises left his lips, eyes fluttering at the feeling of you tightening around him.
He would grunt, burying his lips onto your neck, biting at the flesh that lied there that he assumed would leave purple bruises tomorrow.
He'd grunt and groan at the feeling of your nails scraping down his back, smirking against your skin when you would cry his name, coming on to another orgasm.
It was cry after cry that you felt like you were coming over the edge. Your nails would grip his hair or dig into his back, mouth falling open and eyes shut tightly at the feeling of his cock scraping deliciously up against your walls, or the tip hitting perfectly against your sensitive spot.
You'd scream his name after coming down from another orgasm, him fucking you through it. He would keep moving, hands squeezing your thighs or your ass every time you came, or cried his name, lips curled into a cocky smirk.
He'd reach up and bring his metal hand around your throat, giving it a good squeeze as he pushed into you, making you roll your eyes to the back of your head, lashes fluttering from your pleasured state.
You never thought you'd end up here, or even doing this with your best friend. You always thought you and Anakin were friends and nothing more. Except earlier, when the flirting had simply become unbearable to the point where you found yourself blushing or getting wet at the thought of him taking you.
But Maker... You didn't mind it one bit.
You didn't even realize the completely hazed and pleasure-ridden state your face had contorted into until Anakin pressed his lips into yours once again, waking you up from your lost thoughts.
He groaned, his pace getting the better of him as it began to grow sloppy, his mouth moving to kiss you once again in wild, open-mouthed kisses, drool seeping from the corners of your mouth, which Anakin absolutely drank in, finding your state of lost pleasure utterly satisfying.
"What?" He huffed in between bated breaths. "My cock feel that good? So good that you're drooling?"
You nodded your head quickly, kissing him back deeply, your eyes squeezing shut as you felt like you were coming across another orgasm. "Mmm! Yes!" You moaned, lips secured around his tongue, sucking on it to satisfy your insatiable needs.
"Fuck! Holy--shit, I'm gonna cum," he moaned into your mouth, his hands gripped impossibly tight around your thighs. "Where do you want it?"
"I-Inside, please."
He smirked at your absolutely filthy needs and pushed himself inside of you a few more times until he let out a long, loud moan, letting himself go inside of you, painting your walls with his thick seed, you coming undone soon after he finished himself.
He was panting, both of you covered in sweat, head to toe from how hot it was and from the laborious activity the both of you had just finished.
He pulled his mouth away from yours, resting his forehead against yours for awhile, collecting himself and his thoughts before picking you up from against the wall and bringing you over to his bed.
He lays you down on it, and immediately you want to fall asleep and stay there from how immobile you felt.
Slowly, he pulls himself out of you where you let out a small whimper, already missing the feeling of being so full.
Anakin smiles stupidly at that, finding your gobsmacked state absolutely hilarious, especially since you always promised him that this could never happen, and yet, here you were, drunk from the feeling of his cock ruining you.
He looks down in between your thighs and finds cum seeping out of you. He takes his fingers and swipes up the liquid and pushes it back inside of you, where you let out a faint whine.
After doing so, he licks up the remainder from his fingers and goes to fetch a cool rag and his small desktop fan.
"You hot?" He asks, though he already knew the answer.
You wanted to glare at him, as if it wasn't obvious but you answered anyway. "Yes, I am."
"Want a cool towel?" He asks, coming back to you with a small hand-towel in his hand and a small fan.
"Yes please," you groan, reaching up to take it from him but he pulls it away out of your reach.
You raise an eyebrow at him.
"Let me," he says softly, sitting down on the bed next to you, pressing the cool towel on to your forehead.
You slowly pull your hand away, relaxing into the cold feeling.
There was a short silence that was shared between the both of you. He presses the towel gently against your forehead before slowly moving down, pressing it against your neck and down to your chest.
"You did great, by the way," he says gently, looking up at you.
You smile softly, heat rising to your cheeks. "Thanks... You did too."
He smirks, a soft red tint rose to his. "Thanks. And hey, if you ever wanna do it again..."
"Oh don't worry, Anakin. I know I'll come to you."
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