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Hellooo! I'm genuinely super excited to finally start up my blog! I've been wanting to do it for a while now but I've been too scared to actually commit to this account. Thank you to anyone who's reading this right now, I really appreciate you taking the time to actually read this <3

So, before I start writing anything, I wanted to set up some boundaries since there are a few things that make me uncomfortable.

1. A major part of my content is nsfw (18+) so with all due respect, if you're a minor, please leave. I know I can't stop you from viewing my posts but if you interact with any of them, I'm sorry but I will have to block you.

2. Writing ships is something that I've always found super hard to do since I can't seem to find ideas or be creative while writing them, but, I'm not entirely closed to the idea of writing Anidala one-shots, blurbs, headcanons etc. I will mostly write Anakin Skywalker x Reader or Darth Vader x Reader. However, I accept requests for some other characters like :

Obi Wan Kenobi

Luke Skywalker

Han Solo

Poe Dameron

Leia Organa

Padmé Amidala

3. I'll try my best to write a lot of gender-neutral stuff. However, I can't lie, the chances of me writing MxM content are very low. I just don't know how it works and I'm really sorry if I disappointed any of you guys but I can't write about something I genuinely know nothing about as I'm sure it won't be accurate. I really don't want to mess up and offend anyone, once again, I'm really sorry.

4. I'm okay with writing a lot of kinks and tropes such as :

BDSM

Breath Play

Knife Play

Enemies to Lovers

Size Kink

Corruption Kink

Age Gaps (only if characters are consenting adults)

Blood Play

Anal

Breeding Kink

Infidelity Kink

And much more but I'm too lazy to write them all down. However, Kinks/Tropes/Ships I will NOT write about under any circumstances are :

Rape

Suicide

Self-Harm

Piss/Scat

AniSoka (If you request it, I'm blocking you.)

ObiKin

Age Play (There is a huge difference between Age Gaps and Age Play. I am totally fine with Age Gaps but I will not romanticize infantilism.)

Pedophilia (If you request this, I'm blocking and reporting you.)

Any non-human characters from the SW universe

OmegaVerse

5. Finally, I absolutely love writing but I can't say that I'll answer your requests quickly, especially since I'm really busy with college. However, I promise that I won't take too long, 7 days max. Anyway, I hope you guys like my content, have a good day/night ! <3

[lolalov3s]

Leon makes you squirt (for the first time)

Content: smut, p in v, fingering, squirting, alcohol consumption, hookup culture lol

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There is nothing better than being fucked completely senseless.

Arguably the best remedy for a chronically overactive mind.

After five straight days of managing passive-aggressive emails and smiling through situations that tested the absolute limits of human sanity, you decided the only cure for this impending mental breakdown was a stiff drink and zero inhibitions on this lovely weekend.

Two shots of whatever was closest, and the company of a man who looked just as desperately in need of a distraction as you, if not more so.

Beautiful was what you initially pegged him as, eyes sweeping along the striking lines of an exhausted face and the stubborn swoop of hair spilling carelessly over his brow. Then you decided he was just prematurely aged. The silver threads catching at his temples and the aggressive shadow of a stubble made him look worn down by a decade of exceptionally bad sleep and even worse stress.

He looked like a man who could fuck good. Looked like he approached sex the exact same way he approached the rest of his miserable life, with unrelenting stamina and a terrifyingly methodical focus designed to dismantle whatever stood before him.

He also looked like an easy target, staring into the amber depths of his glass with a level of sad depression that practically radiated off his shoulders. All it took was you stepping directly into his line of sight, ordering another shot with a dramatic sigh, and offering him a painfully cynical comment about the state of the world (while deliberately showing off your cleavage).

The guarded set of his jaw twitched into the faintest ghost of a smirk.

You offered your name, he offered his (Leon—was it short for Leonard? Leonel?), and he leaned in when you laughed at his terrible attempt at a joke. A genuine chortled laugh because you hadn't expected a dad joke from a man who looked as brooding as he did.

You licked your lips, he followed your tongue.

Hook, line, sinker.

Which explains how you now find yourself trapped in a mating press on a mattress that probably costs more per night than your rent. A dingy, cheap motel would have been your practical choice, but you had noted the expensive gleam of the watch on his wrist within five minutes of sitting next to him. Freaking Hamilton that looked distinctly like a limited edition, judging by the brushed steel and intricate dial.

Frankly, you shouldn't be surprised he carried that much net worth. He’s handsome, weathered beautifully into his age (Late forties? Early fifties?), and clearly paid an exorbitant amount of money to survive whatever horrors are actively ruining his mental health.

What does surprise you is how you’ve underestimated the scope of his physical abilities.

Over the past blurry hour, this complete stranger has effortlessly folded you into positions that defy your understanding of your own flexibility. Knees pressed so securely beside your own ears you start to believe the fee you pay for your weekly reformer pilates class might be a scam.

Apparently what you needed to achieve this level of advanced mobility was the unrelenting dead weight of a very, very capable man. So fucking capable that you’ve genuinely lost count of how many times he’s wrung you out on these expensive sheets.

Four orgasms? Maybe five? Whatever the number is, another one is dangerously crawling up the base of your spine.

Your sanity might be beyond saving at this point. You’re sweating profusely, and the backs of your thighs are screaming in dull protest from being pinned back for god knows how long. Leon pulls out and snaps his hips again with a jarring impact that seems to grow more ruthlessly aggressive with every single grind.

He does it again and again and again until you’re basically screaming from the unavoidable crash of yet another orgasm, toes curling frantically in the suspended air while your nails bite into the heavy muscle of his arms.

This man is something else, obviously nothing akin to the standard parade of disappointing men who talked big but possessed absolutely zero game. They were a flimsy attempt to scratch the very surface of your boredom. Leon, by comparison, is clawing straight down to the bone.

There’s a slowness in his thrusts now, and you blink to find an actual smile breaking through the sweat and exhaustion on his face. The warm puff of a chuckle against your cheek tells you he isn't simply amused. He’s actually entertained.

You huff, making a valiant but entirely useless attempt to mock him, "Stop laughing."

The sweat beading along his heavy brow does absolutely nothing to detract from how devastatingly smug he looks right now. “You’re shaking so much. It’s cute.”

So much for playing the femme fatale act at the bar. He swipes a thumb across your blotchy cheek, courtesy of his rough afternoon shadow.

“You okay?”

You sigh out a harsh breath, blowing a damp strand of hair out of your eyes. “Have you," you manage to wheeze, "even cum yet?”

He shakes his head, blue eyes glinting with unapologetic amusement.

"Are you ever going to?"

His low laughter rumbles warmly in your ears. “Why, you want me to stop already?" he presses a kiss against your jaw. "Thought you were having a good time."

“I’m having a great time.”

“Then what’s with the rush?”

“Maybe we should take a break,” you whine, gasping sharply when the weight of his pelvis rocks aggressively against your lower belly. “I-I need to pee.”

He seems unfazed. Moves like you didn't utter a word to begin with. Instead, what he does is press you even further into the mattress. “Is that right?”

“Fuck—Leon—” You arch your back as he maliciously tilts his hips. “You’re not helping.”

“I actually am,” he argues.

“What—”

“Let's test a theory," he drawls, hot breath ghosting over your pulse. "Do you really think you just need to pee, or are you about to squirt?”

You go completely still for a moment. Considering your track record of thoroughly uninspired hookups and non-lasting relationships, there is absolutely no palpable evidence to suggest you are capable of doing what he’s asking.

“I’m pretty sure I need to pee,” you reason quietly. “I’m not a squirter.”

He pulls back enough to meet your eyes. “You’re telling me you’ve never done that before?”

“I have no prior experience to suggest it's even an option.”

He looks genuinely offended by your answer. “Do you want to try?”

Your head falls back to fully take him in. He really is pretty. Never mind the faint, tired wrinkles bracketing his pale blue eyes, or the harsh features of a man who has clearly seen too much and slept too little. He’s simply too devastatingly gorgeous for his own good.

Even with the fragments of scars you’ve spent the last hour subconsciously counting on his neck, his shoulder, his chest. Scars that make you wonder what kind of terrifying life he leads when he isn't in a hotel room with a stranger, fucking their brains out.

And you’re very much aware you’re one of the few he’s taken to bed.

But is he always this attentive? This generous?

Does he fuck everyone else this hard yet still find the gentle grace to cradle their face and brush the hair out of their eyes?

You instantly hate how territorial you sound. It's wildly hypocritical for someone who values the cheap thrill of a purely physical transaction just as much as he clearly does. He’s just a good lover, you decide. And if tonight is the only night you get to have this man all to yourself, then so be it.

If he thinks he can make you squirt, then who are you to deny?

“You really think I’m about to squirt?”

“There’s only one way to find out.”

You frown. “What if it’s just pee?”

He kisses the wrinkled line between your brows. “Make a mess then, I don’t mind.”

Yeah, you’re going to let him absolutely ruin you tonight.

“Then make me squirt, Leon.”

He dips his head, breathing the hot air of his lungs directly into your open mouth. “Yes, ma’am.”

Your pussy tightens reflexively at that, which he obviously catches. He catches on to every desperate tell your body gives him, actually. Probably the sole reason why you've already come an embarrassing number of times.

Not enough, apparently, because he’s already moving his hips in rapid rhythms—not too fast or too slow, but enough to have your eyes sliding shut, focusing on the stretch of his cock driving deep in and out of your cunt.

“Fucking beautiful,” he hums, binding your wrists together above your head. “Just lying there looking all pretty."

“H-harder,” you whine, weakly pushing your hips up to meet him.

“Yeah?” He squeezes your wrists together, leaning even more of his massive frame over you. “You like it when I go hard on you?”

Like it? You thrive on it, nodding frantically as your trembling thighs try to lock around his waist. Try is definitely the word when he’s practically flattened you beneath his crushing weight, effortlessly trapping your body. You can feel your limbs turn gooey and powerless, your stomach contrastingly hard.

“I know, baby, I know,” he rasps, ramming his hips harshly against yours. “Feels good, doesn’t it?”

“Ngh—h—”

“That’s it, give it to me. Make a mess on me.”

The panic hits you first, quickly swallowed by an absolute wave of pure heat. Starts as a buzzing ache in your core before violently spiking into an unbearable sensation. Your belly burns, coils, rattles—and you blink your eyes open, brimming with tears. “Leon—”

He instantly reads the panicked clench of your muscles.

“Don't fight it.”

“I’m not—”

“You are.”

Your groan is feral. “I can’t—”

“Come on, baby, you’ve got to trust me,” he croons softly. “Do you trust me?”

Surprisingly, you do, even if your only judgment on this man comes from the three hours that have passed since you sat down next to him at the bar. “Yes.”

“Good. Then let it happen.”

Your breath stutters. Your body jerks.

“Breathe through your nose.”

He plunges in with a particularly harsh thrust and you gasp. Your eyes roll to the back of your head. “Oh, fuck—”

“That’s it.” He closes the last inch of space between you. Foreheads touching. “Let it go.”

You try to follow his words and suck in a sharp breath. Lungs expanding, ribs flaring, and the rush of oxygen pouring into your blood sharpens every sensation to something blinding.

It’s like a switch. One moment your muscles are tensed, then a passage of whines pitches upward as your orgasm barrels through you without warning. Strong and gut-wrenching. Body hot in bliss and shame—only for two seconds. Quick as it hits, he abruptly pulls out, instantly replacing his cock with two calloused fingers.

Your mouth gapes in a silent scream. Even more so when his offhand curls around your neck. Fingers pressing against the sides of your throat, palm flat against your windpipe, but exercising barely any pressure all the while his fingers fucks your swollen, dripping cunt.

You’ve seen yourself getting wet, you’ve felt yourself getting drenched, but you’ve never experienced anything as wild as this.

Speckles of liquid spatter across the sheets the more he drags his hand in an up-and-down motion, its squelching sound rising above the fight of your labored breathing.

He pushes his palm against your clit.

“Oh fuck! fuckfuckfuck—”

A sudden rush spills over him. Soaks the sheets beneath you in dark patches and streams down the inside of his wrist, seeping hot onto his thighs. He continues to pump his fingers while you lie there—crying openly, violently shuddering. It goes on for what feels like forever until he smoothes out his pressure around your throat, kissing the drool glistening on your lips with a disbelief chuckle.

“Should’ve met you sooner,” he laughs into your mouth, easily slipping his cock back in.

Maybe it’s the bliss completely corrupting your nervous system, or perhaps it’s the overwhelming stretch of his thick cock driving back into your overstimulated cunt. Whatever it is, you completely lose your grip on the casual nature of a one night stand, eager words spilling past your wet lips before you can even screen them.

“Can we meet again?” You pant. “Like—after tonight?”

He withdraws his hips with a smug grin.

“I would,” thrust, “very much,” thrust, “like that.”

Thrust, thrust, thrust.

You’re somewhere right on the edge of a pathetic whimper and a helpless laugh, entirely too pleasured to think straight, dangerously too giddy at the possibility of actually getting to know him. To uncover those scars in daylight, to figure out what kind of hell he had to survive to inherit those devastatingly sad yet kind eyes.

To learn his last name. To unearth his middle.

You gasp when he effortlessly flips you over, twisting his fingers in your hair and pulling it back.

Yeah, you’re going to let him absolutely ruin you tonight—and all the days that follow.

[leonsgfpost]

Synopsis: Who's going to match your freak? Yep, Leon.

Tags: DILF!Leon (RE9 requiem) x F!reader, established relationship, age gap (not specified but all legal), smut, bondage (Leon tied to the bed), overstimulation, handjobs, lots of semen, cowgirl, creampie, unprotected sex, silly nicknames, reader is a tease, Leon begging and more!

Note: I finally had time to post this! I enjoyed writing it because I'm a bit of a freak too hehe 😛 please ignore any mistakes 🙏🏻

For a long time, you thought you were a complete freak, since none of your previous boyfriends matched your freakness. None of them wanted to let you overstimulate him, tie him up, or fuck you somewhere outdoors. They were so boring that you simply resigned yourself to the fact that maybe you were the problem, not them.

But God, you were wrong. You hadn't met the man yet—no, your ideal man. And that was Leon.

You wanted to try cook warming him? He'd let you. You wanted him to fuck you in the back seat of his Porsche after a date? He would. Maybe it was because he was older and would do anything to please his little princess. I mean, you.

That brought you to the situation you were in now. You were sitting on top of Leon, tying his wrists to the headboard with one of his ties, following the tutorial you'd seen online. A small, low laugh escaped Leon's lips as he watched you so focused while you did it.

"Happy?" he asked, seeing you smile proudly at your handiwork. You stepped back a little to take in the sight: Leon tied to the bed, shirtless and wearing only his boxers. You could see the veins in his arms perfectly because of his position, and when you looked down, you could see he was already half-hard. "I'm not the only one happy here." you replied, letting out a small giggle.

That's how the game started. You spent at least five minutes teasing him, first rubbing and kissing the tip through the thin fabric until there was a dark stain. Then, you slowly pulled down his boxers until his length sprang up proudly to bump against your cheek. "Pretty." You whispered, mesmerized by your boyfriend's cock and how its already burning tip dripped eagerly.

"Hey, don't look at me like that." Leon's teasing tone snapped you out of your trance, making you look like a deer caught in headlights. "It's not my fault you have a pretty dick." You complained, pouting. But before Leon could open his mouth and tell another one of his lame jokes, the squeeze you gave his cock interrupted him with a low moan.

"You think you can cum like that? All intact?" You asked, using that innocent tone that belied your dirty ways. "Babe." His raspy voice came out low, trying to sound like a warning, but it came across as a pathetic plea, lacking any authority. You let out a small chuckle before finally giving him what he wanted.

Leon's abdomen was a complete mess at this point, a sticky mess. The sound of your hand sliding up and down for his length was obscene, a thoroughly wet squelching. Leon's big, firm thighs contracted each time his hips gave weak, instinctive thrusts against your fist.

"I'm close again, fuck—" He groaned loudly, throwing his head back and arching his back from the overstimulation of his sensitive cock, which twitched slightly between your fingers. This would be his third orgasm, brought on simply by your soft hand. He wanted to feel you, he really wants. "Come on, baby, let me feel you." He growled softly, reflexively tugging at his tie around his wrists. "Just ride me, come on—please." This time it sounded more like a plea. His hips rose helplessly toward your fist at the mere thought of being inside you.

You looked at him through your lashes with a lazy smile, lying comfortably between his legs as you masturbated him. You were so beautiful like that, but fuck, he just wanted to fuck you until that smile was wiped off your lips.

"Lucky you, I'll be merciful." You murmured, leaning down to place a small kiss on his dripping tip before climbing on top of him until you were straddling him. You were so arrogant, relishing having him vulnerable and begging for you. You felt powerful right now.

You brought your heat close enough for his tip to slide easily over your wet folds, brimming with your arousal. You slowly rubbed yourself all over his cock, from base to tip, letting him feel how wet you were. A trembling sigh escaped his lips as he watched intently as your folds parted with each stroke. You almost laughed at the sight of his furrowed brows and his hips lifting toward your cunt, trying to get more than just the friction that seemed to torture him in the most exquisite way.

When you grew tired of keeping him on the edge, your hand slid down to finally guide him to your entrance. The slide was delicious, feeling every inch slowly fill you, eliciting a long moan from both of you. Your hips began to move lazily back and forth, seeking to have your clit rub against his sticky pelvis, making you moan softly.

"You're wicked..." Leon murmured, breathing heavily. He was clearly trying not to come, he'd been trying ever since you were fully inside him. A beautiful red flushed his cheeks, his jaw was relaxed, and his eyes could barely stay open. "Absolutely wicked—holy shit." he concluded, tensing as you began to bounce on his cock. His hands tugged weakly again against the stupid knot you'd made.

You barely lifted a few inches before back down hard, giving him a good view of how you soaked his cock completely with your juices with each thrust. Leon's blurry gaze shifted to your tits, which bounced in front of him as if mocking him, then down to watch his member disappear effortlessly inside you, creating that wet sound that drove him wild.

"I'm gonna cum—" he moan, but the warning came too late because he was already emptying himself completely inside you. The sensation of your walls milking him to the last drop was too much, it was all so hot and wet that he couldn't help but tremble beneath you. But you didn't stop there. You kept bouncing hard against his trembling cock and rubbing against him, causing his red tip to kiss that spongy spot inside you.

"What was that? Ten seconds—Ow!" Your words were cut short when he easily yanked his tie, freeing himself to push you down onto the bed. "W-What? That's cheating..." you whined, arching your back as he pinned you beneath him with ease, still deep inside you. He looked wild, his hair plastered to his forehead and sweat glistening on his skin.

Did you really think a silly knot could stop him? He was just letting you have some fun, but his patience had definitely run out.

"My turn." That was all he said, smiling breathlessly at you. That night you learned two things. First, not to trust internet tutorials. And second, not to test your boyfriend's patience.

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[radiantvader]

HOLY SHIT THIS WAS INCREDIBLE

[radiantvader]

soooo the leon kennedy x reader smut won by a LONG SHOT on the vote lmfao, I started writing it an hour ago and the true action JUST started... this might be a long one (4k words and the "smut" part is still a long way to go)

Should I split it into two parts and post them one right after the other so you guys don't have to wait?

Yes (part 1 is purely fluff and plot, part 2 is the smut)

No (it'll probably be over 10k words)

Voting ended onJan 14

[radiantvader]

UNDONE IN SHADOW

— Pairing: Anakin Skywalker x Jedi Reader — Warnings: 18+ (MINORS DNI) !! | Rough Sex | Dirty Talk | Unprotected Sex | Degradation Kink | Semi-Public Sex | Wall Sex | Kinda Slowburn | Dom!Anakin | Sub!Reader | Master/Padawan Dynamic | Let me know if I missed something :) — Word Count : 4.7k — Summary : In which a late-night training session turns into a battle of wills. Anakin is frustrated by your rigid discipline and constant composure, while you are tired of his arrogance and probing. When the sparring turns physical and the tension finally snaps, Anakin finds a rough, desperate way to make you lose control.

The upper training halls of the Jedi Temple were never truly silent.

Even at this hour, long after most initiates had retired to their quarters, the space breathed with low and living sound. The distant hum of Coruscant filtered through the open transparisteel windows, traffic lanes streaking like falling stars far below. Somewhere deeper in the Temple, a meditation bell chimed softly, its resonance traveling through the Force like a ripple through water.

The floor beneath your feet was cool, grounding. Smooth stone worn down by centuries of Jedi who had trained, failed, endured, and fallen here. You knelt at the center of the hall, spine straight, hands resting on your thighs, eyes closed. Sweat clung to your skin beneath your sleeveless training tunic, fabric darkened and heavy from exertion. Your muscles ached, shoulders tight, thighs burning, core trembling faintly from the endurance drills you’d pushed through long past the recommended limit. Your breath was steady now, measured, pulled deep into your lungs as you reached for calm through the Force.

You weren’t gifted with instinctive power like some Jedi were. You were not a prodigy. You were not the Chosen One. You earned everything yourself.

Every ounce of strength, every flicker of control, every ounce of respect had been built through repetition and pain. You studied battlefield theory until your eyes blurred, trained your body until it responded without thought, and meditated through exhaustion rather than stopping because of it. Your connection to the Force was deliberate and disciplined, something you held, not something that overwhelmed you. That was why the Council paired you with him.

The first thing you learned as a Jedi was how to sit still.

The second was how impossible that became once Anakin Skywalker entered the room.

“You’re locking yourself down again.” The voice slid into the room like a blade. Your lashes fluttered open as the dimly lit training room came into view once again—this time, a solid silhouette occupied the space before you, leaning against one of the stone columns near the edge of the hall in the low light, arms crossed over his chest. The shadows caught in the lines of his dark training robes, fabric stretched taut over broad shoulders and powerful arms. His hair was slightly damp, curls clinging slightly to his forehead as though he’d come straight from another round of sparring.

Anakin Skywalker looked restless.

The Force around him pressed outward, a heat and motion with barely contained intensity. Being near him always felt like standing too close to something unstable, beautiful and volatile in equal measure. You rose smoothly to your feet, “I’m meditating.” You said, rolling your eyes lightly. “I can tell,” he jeered back as he pushed off the column and approached you, “you’re treating the Force like it’s fragile.” He stopped far too close for your comfort, only stopping until he towered over your figure, forcing you to tilt your head up to look at him. “You’re afraid if you loosen your grip,” he continued, voice low “you’ll lose control.” You met his gaze, trying to keep your composure as your fingers twitched, “Control keeps me alive.” You said lowly, eyes narrowing at him. A corner of his mouth twitched—not quite a smile. “Control gets people killed,” he said “instinct saves them.” He gestured toward the weapon rack along the wall, but instead of ordering you to retrieve your saber, he shook his head. “No blades tonight.” He said confidently, his eyes gleaming mischievously as your brows furrowed, “Then what are we—” Before you finished the sentence, he stepped forward and shoved you. Not violently. Precisely.

You stumbled back a step, instinctively bracing, pulse spiking as adrenaline surged. “Physical combat,” Anakin started, “When you’re disarmed. When the Force is unreliable. When it’s just bodies and will.” He didn’t give you time to respond; he just closed the distance in a blink. You raised your arms just in time to block, muscles straining as his forearm collided with yours. The impact sent a shock through your shoulders. You pivoted, trying to redirect his momentum, but Anakin anticipated it, hooking his leg behind yours and driving you down. The mat hit your back hard. Air burst from your lungs as he followed you down instantly, knee planting between your thighs, weight settling with terrifying ease. He pinned you like he’d done it a thousand times—which, knowing him, he probably had. “Too slow,” he murmured, not breathless at all. You shoved at his chest, but it was solid and unmoving. You grunted in frustration, your jaw tense, “You didn’t warn me” you snapped. He grinned cockily, “That was the warning.” He caught your wrist mid-swing, twisting your arm and pressing it flat against the mat beside your head. His other hand settled on your shoulder, grounding you completely.

You could feel him everywhere, his heat, weight, the steady rise and fall of his breath. Sweat dampened the fabric between you, making the contact inescapably intimate. “You hesitate when I’m this close,” he observed quietly. “Your thoughts scatter.” He murmured softly. “That’s because you’re on top of me,” you shot back. A flicker of amusement crossed his face. You tried to buck him off, dropping your center of gravity the way he’d taught you. For half a second, his balance shifted, Anakin growled softly and tightened his grip, the Force flaring around him in a brief, uncontrolled pulse that sent a shiver down your spine. “There,” he said, voice rougher now. “That spike. You feel it?” Your breath came faster despite your efforts to steady it. “You’re using the Force.” You scoffed at him, “I’m responding to you.” He released your wrist suddenly and rolled, dragging you with him. You scrambled, almost breaking free until his hand snapped around your ankle and yanked. You cried out as you fell backward, momentum carrying you straight into him. This time, he ended up behind you. He groaned at the impact but his arm quickly locked around your waist, forearm pressing firmly into your stomach as he hauled you back against his chest. Your back fit too well against him, your head brushing his shoulder as he trapped your wrist behind you with his other hand. His breath ghosted over your neck. “Now,” he murmured, “what do you do?”

Your mind blanked for a dangerous second. The closeness was overwhelming, his strength, his warmth, the way the Force curled around both of you, tangled and humming. Every instinct screamed to pull away, and every other one urged you to lean back into him instead. “I break the hold,” you said, though your voice wavered. “Try.” He said lowly, his hot breath hitting your neck as goosebumps erupted all over your body. You shifted sharply, dropping your weight and twisting like he’d drilled into your mind countless times. His grip loosened just enough to give you hope, then he adjusted, pulling you fully into his lap as he leaned back and trapped you effortlessly. You ended up straddling his thigh, still restrained, breath stuttering as the Force surged wildly between you. Anakin inhaled sharply. “Careful,” he warned, voice rougher now. “If this were a real fight, that would’ve gotten you killed.” You tilted your head back just enough to glance at him. “If this were a real fight,” you shot back, “you wouldn’t be this distracted.”

The silence that followed was heavy. Anakin’s grip did not loosen. Slowly, deliberately, he leaned in closer—close enough that his lips brushed the shell of your ear. “You have no idea,” he said quietly, “how focused I am.” His hand shifted, not releasing you, just adjusting your wrist to a more painful angle. Yet his breath betrayed him, uneven against your skin. “You think I don’t notice what this does to you?” he murmured. “The way your focus fractures when I push you like this?” Your pulse thundered. “You’re the one who won’t step back.”

The breath that escaped him was uneven, frustrated. “Because you don’t learn when I do.” He released you abruptly, pushing you away just enough to let you roll free. You scrambled to your feet, chest heaving, skin overheated, heart racing far harder than training justified. Anakin rose more slowly, eyes dark and unreadable. “Again,” he said, voice clipped but charged.

You reset your stance, your muscles trembling not from fatigue alone, but from the dangerous awareness buzzing under your skin. You moved first this time. The moment Anakin reset his stance, you lunged with no hesitation and no caution. You let instinct take over, Force flaring hot and fast as you closed the distance between you. Your shoulder slammed into his chest, driving him back a step, then another. The mat squeaked beneath your feet as you twisted, trying to unbalance him the way he’d taught you. For half a heartbeat, it worked. Anakin’s surprise flickered across his face, letting out a soft grunt. You pressed the advantage. Your hands fisted in his robes, shoving him hard as you swept a leg behind his knee. You felt his balance shift, felt the Force surge around you in response, and hope sparked bright and reckless in your chest. “I’ve got you,” you snarked overconfidently. Anakin laughed, but he wasn’t amused. It was low and dangerous, “Do you?” His hand snapped up, catching your wrist as he twisted sharply once again, using your momentum against you, and suddenly the world flipped. You were hauled forward and spun, your back slamming against the column at the edge of the hall hard enough to rattle your teeth.

Before you could recover, Anakin was there towering over you as one hand planted beside your head against the column, the other pinning your wrists above you. His body blocked you in completely. The Force surged violently, responding to both of you. “You overcommit,” he said quietly, breath warm against your cheek. “You get desperate.” You strained against his grip, muscles burning as you tried to wrench free. He didn’t even grunt. “Still trying,” you muttered, chin lifting in defiance. His eyes darkened as the corner of his lips twitched upwards cockily, “That’s cute.” He shifted his weight, pressing closer as your thighs brushed his. Your chest rose sharply with every breath, fabric damp and clinging. “Let me go,” you said, though the words lacked conviction. “Are we just going to spend the whole training session pinning each other against things?” you quipped angrily, although your pulse jumped traitorously. Anakin tilted his head, studying you with unnerving focus, then he loosened his grip just enough to let you think you had an opening. You took it.

You shoved forward hard, trying to duck under his arm, and he caught you immediately, spinning you and forcing you back against the column again, this time with your arms pinned behind you. His chest pressed to your back, one hand braced against the stone beside your head. Your breath hitched, you were tired of getting pinned onto surfaces, and you just wanted to go back to your quarters to take a shower and sleep, but he obviously had a different plan. “Every time,” he murmured near your ear. “You rush.” His lips hovered just shy of your skin. You could feel the heat of him there, the tension vibrating through him like a live wire. His knee slid between your legs, and the contact sent a shock straight through you, heat pooling low in your stomach before you could stop it.

Slowly, deliberately, he leaned back just enough to look at you. His eyes searched your figure, catching every flicker of breath, every involuntary reaction you failed to hide. Your chest rose and fell rapidly, “You’re doing this on purpose, you jerk.” A corner of his mouth curved, “Of course I am.” His grip tightened briefly, just enough to remind you how thoroughly outmatched you were. “You keep trying to overpower me,” he said. “But you don’t understand.” His lips dipped closer, lips brushing your neck as he panted lightly, “I don’t need strength to win.”

The air between you felt unbearably thick. Anakin turned you around as his hands came to rest on either side of your head, palms against the stone, caging you in without touching. His eyes searched your face like he was memorizing it, like he was trying to convince himself of something he already knew. “Say it,” he said quietly. Your throat tightened. “Say what?”

“That you want me to stop.”

Silence.

The Force thrummed between you, hot and unstable. His jaw clenched as he waited, “I- I don’t know,” you whispered, looking up at him with lust-blown eyes. “Then don’t look at me like that,” he breathed softly. “Like what?” you asked with raised brows. “Like you want me to fuck you right here.” His hand finally left the stone, fingers brushing your jaw as breath hitched, heat pooling in between your legs. “This is a mistake,” you said, even as you leaned into his touch. “I know.” He didn’t move away; instead, his thumb traced just beneath your lip, a fleeting touch that sent heat spiraling through you. His forehead dipped to rest briefly against yours, breaths mingling, the space between your mouths impossibly small. “If I kiss you,” he said, voice barely holding together, “I won’t stop.” You swallowed thickly, “Then don’t stop.”

That was all it took.

His lips found yours roughly, his hand sliding to your waist as if anchoring himself there. The Force flared wildly, reacting to the contact, the connection snapping taut between you. “Fuck… you don’t know how hard it has been for me ever since the Council asked me to train you.” He muttered against your lips, breathing heavily. You tilted your head back to look at him, slightly offended, “What? Why would it be that hard for you?” you said lowly, hands sliding from the back of his neck to his firm chest. He chuckled and looked into your eyes, “Because every time you walked into a room, I’d have to forcefully stop myself from fucking you right there on the spot,” he started, “I’d have to distract myself from my own thoughts when you bend over in front of me to get something. At one point, I thought you were doing it on purpose.” Your breath hitched, your body frozen as you felt your arousal creating a wet patch on your panties.

Those words hung in the air, charged and undeniable. The admission stripped away the last veneer of pretense, leaving only the raw, jagged edge of desire that had been simmering between you for months. You didn’t respond with words; you didn’t trust them. Instead, you dragged him down to you, crushing your mouth against his with a desperation that bordered on violence. The kiss was a clash of teeth and breath that tasted of sweat and the metallic tang of adrenaline. It wasn't gentle or sweet, it was a release, a dam breaking under the weight of too much restraint. Anakin met your aggression with his own, a low groan vibrating against your lips as he deepened the angle, his tongue sweeping into your mouth to stake a claim he’d been denying himself. His hands were everywhere at once, sliding down your sides to grip your waist, pulling you flush against the hard lines of his body. The training tunics were thin, doing nothing to hide the fever-heat of his skin or the solid muscles bunching beneath your palms. You could feel his heart pounding, a frantic rhythm that matched your own, echoing through the silence of the training hall.

“You have no idea,” he rasped, breaking the kiss just enough to breathe the words against your swollen lips. “You have no fucking idea how many times I’ve thought about this. About shutting that smart mouth of yours by shoving my cock down it.” The crudeness of his words hit you like a physical blow, sending a spike of heat straight to your core that made your knees weak. You glared at him, though your eyes were glazed with lust. “Is that right?” you challenged, your voice breathy and thin. “You talk a lot, Skywalker. Let’s see if you can back it up.” His eyes narrowed, the blue almost entirely swallowed by the black of his pupils. “Careful,” he warned, his voice dropping to a growl. His hands moved with rough efficiency, tugging your tunics up and ripping them away from you, exposing your skin to the cool air of the training hall, your nipples hardening. His palms were hot, calloused, and they dragged possessively over your ribs, gripping your waist, his thumbs skimming the underside of your breasts. He didn’t tease because he didn’t have the patience for it. He squeezes his fingers around your breasts, his lips bite one of your perk nipples as his hand pinches the other.

He pulls back with a groan, “Look at you,” he muttered, his gaze raking over your exposed torso with a hunger that was almost frightening. “All this discipline… all this control. It’s just a mask, isn’t it? Underneath, you’re just a needy little slut begging to be taken.” The degradation shouldn’t have worked, it should have offended your Jedi sensibilities. Instead, it soaked your panties further, a wet, aching pulse throbbing between your legs. You moaned, unable to stop the sound, and he smirked, a cruel, arrogant twist of his lips. “I knew it,” he said, his hand sliding down to cup your pussy through your trousers. He pressed the heel of his hand against your clit, rubbing hard enough to make you see stars. “So wet already. I can feel it through the fabric. Is this for me? Or do you get this soaked for every man who pins you to a wall?” He teased, lips curled into a wicked smirk. “You,” you gasped, your head falling back against the stone as he ground his palm against you. “It’s always been you, you arrogant bastard.”

“That’s what I thought.”

He released you suddenly, leaving you cold and bereft for a heartbeat before he reached for the fastening of your pants. He undid the ties with practiced ease, yanking the fabric down your hips along with your underwear in one rough motion. The air hit your wet skin, cooling the heat, but then his hand was back, fingers delving into your slick folds without warning. You cried out, your hips bucking off the stone as he pushed two fingers inside you. He didn’t prepare you gently, he thrust them in deep, curling them immediately to find that spot that made your vision blur. He fucked you with his hand, hard and fast, his palm slapping against your mound with every thrust. “So tight,” he gritted out, watching his fingers disappear inside you with an intensity that bordered on obsession. “You’re gripping me like a vice. Think you can fit my cock in there?” He groaned arrogantly, chuckling. “Don’t stop,” you whimpered, your pride dissolving under the onslaught of pleasure. “Please, Anakin…”

“Begging already?” He laughed darkly, pumping his fingers faster, scissoring them inside you to stretch you, burning you in the best possible way. “I haven’t even started yet.” He withdrew his fingers, ignoring your whine of protest, and brought them to his mouth. He held your gaze as he licked them clean, tasting your arousal with a shameless groan that made your blush burn hotter. The sight was obscene, erotic in a way you had never experienced before. “Sweet,” he murmured, “and desperate. Just like you.” He reached for his own belt, his movements jerky with impatience. He undid the fastenings, letting his trousers drop just enough to free his erection. Your eyes dropped, widening at the sight of him. He was thick, heavily veined, already weeping precum from the tip. He looked angry, red and straining, and the sheer size of him made a spike of real fear and anticipation run through you. Anakin saw the look and smirked, wrapping his hand around the base and stroking slowly. “What’s the matter? Changed your mind?”

“No,” you breathed, reaching out to wrap your hand around his wrist, pulling him closer. “I want it. I want all of it.” He let out a heavy breath as he leaned closer to you, “Then take it.” He didn’t wait. He grabbed your thighs, hauling you up against him. You scrambled to wrap your legs around his waist, your back scraping against the rough stone pillar. He positioned himself at your entrance, the blunt head nudging against your wet hole. “Look at me,” he commanded. You forced your eyes open, meeting his gaze. He held your hip with one hand, guiding himself with the other. “Tell me you’re mine,” he growled, his voice low and rough, vibrating in his chest. “Say it.”

“I’m yours,” you choked out, the words torn from you by the sheer force of his presence. “Now fuck me, Anakin. Please.” You looked into his eyes deeply as you ran your fingers through his damp curls and tugged. He pushed forward with a groan, the stretch was intense, a burning pressure that forced a ragged cry from your throat as he sheathed himself inside you, inch by agonizing inch. He didn’t stop until he was buried to the hilt, his hips flush against yours, filling you so completely you felt you might split apart. You gasped, your head spinning, your inner walls clamping down around him instinctively. “Gods,” he hissed, his forehead dropping to your shoulder, his breath coming hard against your skin. “You feel… Force, you feel incredible. Like you were made for this. Made for me.”

He paused for a heartbeat, letting you adjust to his size, but the reprieve was short-lived. He withdrew almost entirely, leaving just the tip inside, and then slammed back in. The force of his thrust knocked the air out of your lungs, your body jolting against the stone. “Anakin!” You cried out, throwing your head back. “That’s it,” he growled, setting a rhythm that was punishing, relentless. “Take it. Take all of it.” He fucked you against the pillar with ferocity. Every thrust was deep and hard, designed to drive you out of your mind. The sound of skin slapping against skin echoed obscenely through the empty training hall, a rhythmic, wet slap that seemed to drown out the distant hum of Coruscant.

You clung to him, your arms wrapped around his neck, your fingers buried in his hair. The friction was delicious, the drag of his cock against your inner walls sending sparks of pleasure shooting up your spine. He angled his hips, hitting a spot that made you sob, your nails digging into his scalp. “Right there?” he rasped, knowing the answer. “Does that feel good? Tell me how good it feels.” He muttered, lips latching onto your neck as he left open-mouthed kisses. “So good,” you gasped, your voice broken. “You’re so deep… I can’t… oh gods, don’t stop.”

“I’m not going to stop,” he promised, his breath hot against your ear. “I’m going to fill you up until you’re dripping with me.” He reached between your sweating bodies, his fingers finding your clit again. He rubbed it in tight, harsh circles, matching the brutal pace of his hips. The dual stimulation was overwhelming, pushing you higher and higher, the knot in your stomach tightening until it was almost painful. “Come for me,” he demanded, his voice harsh with authority. “Come on my cock, milk me dry, baby.” He muttered as the coil in his own stomach was about to snap. The command, combined with the relentless friction and the sheer eroticism of being taken like this, shattered you. Your back arched violently off the stone, a silent scream tearing from your throat as the orgasm ripped through you. Your vision whited out, your body seizing in his grip as the pleasure peaked and broke, flooding your senses with blinding heat. Your inner walls spasmed violently, clamping down around him like a vice, milking him as wave after wave of ecstasy crashed over you, drowning you in sensation.

Anakin growled a guttural sound, following you over the edge. His hips stuttered, losing their rhythm for the first time as he buried himself to the hilt. You felt him throb inside you, the thick length jerking as he spilled himself deep within you. He groaned your name, a broken prayer against your neck, his hips grinding into yours as he rode out the aftershocks, filling you with rope after rope of hot, slick release until it began to leak out around the seal of your bodies.

For a long, stretched moment, the only sound in the vast, silent hall was your ragged, gasping breaths echoing off the stone. The air smelled of sex and sweat, Anakin didn’t pull away immediately, he stayed buried inside you, his heavy weight pinning you against the column, his face buried in the crook of your neck. His heart pounded against your ribs, a frantic drumbeat that gradually began to slow, matching the slowing of your own. You felt him press a kiss to the sweat-slicked skin of your shoulder. He exhaled slowly, a shaky breath that ruffled your hair, and slowly loosened the crushing grip he had on your thigh. “You okay?” he murmured, his voice rough and raspy, stripped of the arrogance and dominance that had laced it earlier. He sounded wrecked. You nodded weakly, your legs trembling where they were still wrapped around his waist. “Yeah,” you whispered, your throat feeling dry and abused. “I think… I think I can’t feel my legs.”

He let out a huff of laughter, low and warm, and finally pulled back. He withdrew carefully, the movement sending a jolt of overstimulation through you that made you gasp. You felt the loss of him acutely, the sudden emptiness, and the wet sticky trickle of his release running down your inner thigh. He set you down gently, keeping a steadying arm around your waist until your feet touched the floor. You swayed, your knees buckling slightly, and he caught you instantly, pulling you against his chest. “Easy,” he said softly. “I’ve got you.” He reached down, his hands gentle now, and pulled up your underwear and trousers. He fastened the ties with clumsy fingers, then bent to retrieve your tunic from the floor where he’d discarded it. He shook it out before pulling it over your head, guiding your arms through the sleeves with careful hands. Once you were decent, he fixed his own clothes, fastening his belt with a decisive click. The silence returned, but it was different now, heavy with unspoken things rather than tension. Anakin looked at you, his eyes searching your face, tracing the flush on your cheeks and the swelling of your lips. He reached out, his thumb brushing your jaw, a hesitant almost vulnerable gesture.

“I didn’t hurt you, did I?” he asked, his brow furrowing slightly. The arrogant Jedi was gone, replaced by the man who cared too much about everything. “You were a little rough,” you admitted, leaning into his touch, your eyes closing briefly. “But I liked it. I needed it.” He let out a breath he seemed to have been holding, his shoulders relaxing. “Good,” he said, a faint smirk tugging at his lips, though it lacked his usual bite. “Because I don’t think I could have stopped myself if you’d asked me to.” You looked up at him, seeing the lingering desire in his eyes, but also something softer, something dangerously close to affection. The training hall was dark, the distant lights of Coruscant flickering like stars outside the windows, but here, in the circle of his arms, you felt grounded. “I should get cleaned up,” you said softly, though you made no move to pull away. “Yeah,” he agreed, but he didn’t let you go either. He leaned down, pressing a kiss to your forehead. “Go shower. I’ll… I’ll see you at dawn?” You pulled back to look at him, a small smile playing on your lips. “Dawn,” you confirmed. “Don’t be late, Skywalker.”

He smirked, the familiar arrogance returning, though it was warmer now. “I’m never late,” he said, releasing you finally. “You’re just early.” You rolled your eyes, but as you turned to head toward the showers, you felt his gaze on your back. You knew that nothing would be the same after tonight, but as you walked away, your body thrumming with the aftershocks of pleasure, you found you didn't care.

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So uhhhh yeah I'm back 😅 Wrote this in less than an hour lol I had a lot of inspiration, but I'm happy to be back! I'm a bit rusty, so don't mind that lol. Lmk what I can improve, I'd love to hear some feedback! xx

[radiantvader]

What should I do for my next one-shot ?? I've got one of them already written, but the others are still unfinished 😅 also I've recently replayed re4 remake, and I REALLY want to write a Leon Kennedy x reader smut, so lmk if any of you guys are re fans and if you might be interested in that! xx

Which one should I post first ?

master!anakin skywalker x reader smut (training session) *finished*

unburnt!darth vader x reader (enemies to lovers)

re4r!leon kennedy x reader (no idea yet, but I'll figure it out)

Voting ended onJan 12

[radiantvader]

A Path to Sith - Part 1

— WARNINGS: angst, profanity — WORD COUNT: 1.7k (for now) — PAIRING: Anakin Skywalker x Fem!Reader — a/n: this is my first mini series, I hope you guys will like it c:

The room was dimly lit—a stark contrast to the turmoil brewing within its walls. Shadows danced along the stone floors, cast by the flickering glow of a single candle. The air was heavy with the scent of old parchment and the faint, metallic tang of the lightsabers that hung silently in the corner. It was a place of refuge, a hidden sanctuary where secrets were spoken and hearts laid bare.

The young Padawan moved restlessly across the space, her footsteps muted by the thick, woven rugs that covered the cold stone. Her slender frame was silhouetted against the faint light filtering through the small, high window, a window that offered a narrow view of the sprawling Coruscant skyline. She was a figure of quiet strength, her posture rigid, her gaze fixed on the horizon as if seeking answers in the endless expanse of skyscrapers. She gnawed at her nails, a nervous habit she had never managed to break. The wind whispered through the open window, carrying with it the promise of a cooler night. But inside, the atmosphere was anything but cool; it was charged with the electricity of emotions too potent to be contained.

Her mind was a whirlpool of emotions, a tempest of fear, longing, and determination. Each step she took seemed to echo her inner conflict, the sound reverberating off the walls of the small, confined room. The room itself felt like a metaphor for her life within the Jedi Order—restrictive, controlled, devoid of the warmth she so desperately craved.

Anakin sat on the edge of a low, worn-out sofa, his posture tense, muscles coiled as if ready to spring into action. His brow was furrowed in deep concentration, eyes following her every movement with concern, tracing the lines of her form, the set of her shoulders, the curve of her neck. He could see the tension in every muscle, the resolve hardening her features. The soft hum of the city outside seemed distant, almost otherworldly, as if the room existed in a different plane where only their struggle mattered.

Anakin's thoughts were a chaotic swirl of love and duty, longing and fear. He felt the weight of his commitment to the Jedi Order, the unyielding expectations of the Council pressing down on him. Yet, in her presence, all those obligations seemed to pale in comparison to the intensity of his feelings for her.

The silence between them was thick, almost palpable, broken only by the soft sounds of her pacing. Anakin's heart pounded in his chest, the weight of unspoken words pressing down on him. He had sensed this coming, the gradual erosion of resolve, the growing chasm between duty and desire. But now that it was here, the reality of it struck him with a force he wasn't prepared for.

Finally, unable to bear the silence any longer, she stopped, turning to face him, her eyes reflecting the turmoil within her. She took a deep breath, her eyes darting between the window and the door as if expecting someone to burst in at any moment, the decision she had wrestled with for so long ready to spill forth. The room seemed to hold its breath, the stillness amplifying the intensity of the moment.

"Anakin," she began, her voice trembling slightly, "I can't do this anymore. I can't keep pretending that what we feel doesn't matter. I'm leaving the Order."

Her words hung in the air, a declaration that shattered the fragile equilibrium they had tried so hard to maintain. Anakin's eyes widened, and he sat up quickly, his worry etched deeply into his features. He knew the implications of her decision, the dangers that lay ahead, and the near-impossibility of what she was proposing.

"You can't just leave," he replied, his voice strained with urgency and fear. "You would be a target, hunted by the Council for desertion and betrayal. Even if you were to somehow evade them, you'd be living in a constant state of fear and tension."

He could see the devastation in her eyes, the desperation and longing that mirrored his own. The conflict within him was a storm, the fierce battle between his love for her and his duty to the Order. Yet, despite his fears, a part of him was tempted by the idea of leaving, of grasping at the life they yearned for together.

"I understand your pain," he continued softly, "this constant longing for something that— as much as we wish otherwise— cannot be. But know that I will always love you. If the time comes and the Council learns the truth, then perhaps, we can make our escape. But until then, let us cherish these stolen moments, for they are all we have."

Anakin's voice faltered, the uncertainty of their future weighing heavily on him. He moved towards her, his gaze softening as he reached out to pull her closer. The contact was a lifeline, a desperate attempt to hold onto the love they shared, even as the reality of their situation loomed large, an ever-present shadow over their lives.

"Please," he whispered, "let us wait. Let us continue to make the most of these fleeting moments."

But she pulled away, crossing to the other side of the room. She looked out the window, her back to him, her resolve hardening with each passing second.

"Anakin," she said, her voice steady and resolute, "I can't keep living like this. I refuse to be a secret any longer, to hide what we are. Tomorrow at dawn, I'm leaving. Come with me or don't. But this is goodbye to the Order, one way or another."

Her voice was firm, unyielding, and it struck Anakin like a blow. His steps faltered, the distance she imposed not enough to dull the impact of her words. He turned back, the conflict in his eyes evident.

"I'm bound by this path. I cannot go against the Council. Even if I wanted to, I'm afraid my duty to the Order would hold me back. My love for you is no less than what it was when we first met, but it is intertwined with my responsibilities."

Anakin's heart ached with the truth of his words, the vicious cycle of duty and desire reaching its gruelling climax, tearing him apart. He looked at her, his eyes pleading for her to reconsider.

The girl’s eyes blazed with intensity as her voice rose. She swiftly turned to face Anakin, her expression fierce. "You really trust the Council? The same Council that’s been manipulating you from the start?" she said. "Don't pretend you haven't noticed. They never trusted you, Anakin. They didn’t even want you at first, thinking that you were ‘too old’ and sensing the 'darkness' in you. They only took you in to honor Master Qui-Gon Jinn. They’ve been manipulating you, making you rely on them."

She took a step closer, her voice gaining strength. "Look at yourself. Wake up! They’ve been keeping things from you, excluding you from meetings. They even asked you to spy on the Chancellor. That’s not the Jedi way, but they didn’t care because it benefited them. And yet they say attachment is dangerous? You're being exploited. Anakin, deep down, you know it, but your loyalty to them makes you question yourself."

Anakin stared at her, his expression shifting between shock and understanding. "You could be right about the Council... I..." His voice trailed off, admitting to himself something he'd long refused to face. "But the Council is all I've ever known, all I've ever wanted. And...how can I trust what you say? It could all be a ploy by the Sith, meant to sow discord and destruction."

His loyalty to the Jedi Order still weighed heavily on him, a fortress he was reluctant to tear down despite its crumbling foundation. "I cannot simply abandon the Order and the teachings that have guided me. To do so would betray not just you but all the Jedi who've dedicated their lives to the Force. I'm caught in their web— bound by my oaths. I need proof, solid evidence of their corruption. Until then, how can I trust that you aren't part of the Council's manipulation, a beautiful trap to throw my life into chaos?"

Anakin's heart ached, his arms wrapped around the weight of the conflicting emotions that threatened to tear him apart. He desperately wanted to believe her, to cast off the shackles that bound him to a world he was beginning to question. But fear and loyalty, forged in the fires of a lifetime's commitment, clung tenaciously to him. Leaving the Order was not an option he was willing to entertain without solid evidence, even if doing so meant losing the love that was his very lifeblood.

Her breath hitched and the world seemed to stop as Anakin's words echoed in her mind. "And...how can I trust what you say?" "How can I trust that you aren't part of the Council's manipulation?" She froze, her face becoming an unreadable mask. Her eyes turned cold as she looked at Anakin. "Congratulations, Skywalker. You just lost the one person who loves you and hasn't manipulated you." Her voice was ice-cold. She walked out of the room, each step feeling like a stab in the heart. She knew Anakin would realize the Council's corruption eventually, but by then, it would be too late.

Anakin watched her swift departure, her chilling words gnawing at his very soul. In that moment, he felt the true weight of his words, the cruel irony of pushing away the love of his life for the very institution he was beginning to doubt.

"Wait," he called out hastily, injudiciousness driving him to pursue her. But the sound of her retreating footsteps echoed through the halls, leaving him alone with mounting regrets.

He sank to the floor, replaying the scene in his mind, each syllable of her parting words cutting deeper. Her accusations about the Council now rang louder than ever, but he had dismissed them, blinded by loyalty and fear. Anakin had lost the one person who truly saw him, and with her, a glimmer of hope.

The dawn would break soon, and she would be gone. He could only stand, a forsaken figure, as the sun rose on a new day, one bereft of the warmth he'd once found in her embrace. His world had fractured that day, an irreparable breach created by the shards of their forbidden love, now extinguished like a flame doused in the icy waters of reality.

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@servingcuntforhayden this one was for you 🤭

[silxani]

keeping this as a wip cus i didn't like how the pose turned out. might redraw it another day idk.

[erosmutt]

lots of people won't like this, but I'm saying it.

If you haven't watched a movie/show of Hayden's (Higher Ground, Shattered Glass, Little Italy, American Heist, The Last Man, etc.) you shouldn't write for his character.

There are SO many people who inaccurately write for his characters and it drives me up a wall.

No, Scott isn't just misunderstood. He's a dickhead, materialistic jock.

No, Stephen isn't ignorant. He knew exactly what he was doing the entire time.

NO, Sam isn't just a hot, goth white boy. He's an asshole junkie brat who's purposely not trying to repair broken relationships with several different family members.

Those are just some examples of popular characters.

I'm so sick and tired of seeing the same shit over and over. Of course, that begs the question: "Then why don't you write it your damn self?"

I DO.

I have multiple things in my drafts. I hesitate to post them because I feel like I'm writing for an audience. Then I realized I'm writing for myself, and people enjoying my work is just a major bonus!

The point of me saying this is that you can't just watch all the Hayden scenes in a movie. WATCH THE MOVIE. There are a shit ton of things he's been in that shows his versatility as an actor, but it seems everyone just lumps all his characters into one category: silly misunderstood babygirl.

There are people who don't write his characters like that, I'm well aware. I just want us to switch it up.

And who knows? Maybe you'll enjoy the movies and shows. If you don't, you never have to watch them again. Just don't write for a character you know nothing about.

Am I a Hayden character connoisseur? Yes. Yes I am. Have I watched all his movies? Not yet, no. I plan on getting through them all.

And... why do we only write for his "most popular" characters? Sam and James are my boyfriends, yes, but for fucks sake, WRITE FOR SOMEONE ELSE!

There isn't a lot of Scott on here. I have yet to see a Leo fic, everyone turns Stephen into nerd!Ani, no Lorenzo, I'm sure none of you have even HEARD of Outcast!! Come on, guys. If I said Jake Hill Conley would anyone have a clue what movie I was talking about? No.

I said all this to say: EXPAND YOUR HORIZONS! The other movies won't bite.

౨ৎ end of bnuuy talk.

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STAR WARS NAME GENERATOR. This is a fun one AND a life saver. You can generate up to 100 Star Wars-sounding names ( first and last! ) with a click. 

OTHER GENERATORS: 

Spaceship names as well as spaceship type/models

Earth-like alien planets for any alien planet you don’t have info on

Random landscapes, see above

Technobabble generator for when you need a reason for a red alert

Alien plant/herb/flower name generator. Also: mineral/metal/gemstone names, material names, medication names, and descriptions of alien substances

Scifi tool names for gadgets and gizmos

OTHER WEBSITES:

Jeff Russell’s Starship Dimensions, Dirk Loechel’s Sci-fi Spaceship Size Comparisons, and other Star Wars Deckplans

Star Wars Post 

Star Wars News Net

TheForce.net

[motherofclones]

Here you go writers:D

[texasdreamer01]

The Complete Wermo’s Guide - A fan guide to some of the languages in Star Wars. Articles and accessory pages feature links to source material and further reading.

Erik Stormtrooper’s Imperial Gallery - A fansite the features fonts for Star Wars languages, as well as information on Star Wars toys.

Mando’a Database - The official website for Mando’a, by author Karen Traviss. Features a dictionary, phrase list, and forum.

Star Wars Fan Database - This link goes specifically to the PDF of all original scripts for Episodes I-VI. Includes deleted scenes. Website contains themed games, and encyclopedia, drawing references, and IRL news relating to Star Wars.

Star Wars Helmets - Link goes directly to the recommended sites page, but the site features information about helmets found in Star Wars as well as related information.

[meandmyechoes]

Hyperspace Travel Time Calculator

Coruscant Translator - translate from Basic

Materials Glossary - fabrics, plastic metal etc.

Star Wars Food

Species Anatomy - speculation diagrams & meta for various aliens

Canon Characters Age Chart by @stairset

[jonathananubian]

Do note that the Mando’a Dictionary has one major Misspelling in it and has been Abandoned. So no fixes will be coming int eh future.

“Ni kyr'tayl gai sa'ad- I know your name as my child.” Is the Adoption vow and should actually be “Ni kar’tayl gai sa’ad.”

Kyr indicates Death, while Kar indicates the Heart. Kar’tayl means to ‘know/hold in the heart.’

[vixxensvoid]

saw this and thought of you and to help with random shit in stories or shifting OR THE CRACKFIC HAHAHA @demieyesore

[rottencandyblood-deactivated202]

I love you for this, reblogging this on my primary so I can come back to it later

[vixxensvoid]

hear that, mother? Someone DOES love me and my contributions

[demieyesore]

BAHAHAHAH

[radiantvader]

imagine anakin fucking you inside the janitor's closet or something like that but then he senses obi-wan along with other jedi masters walking by so he covers your mouth and speeds up 🥴

Anon you are a GENIUS!

(18+ MINORS DNI)

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"Fuck Anakin..." You said as Anakin placed his hand next to your head, his hips thrusting into you with vigor and desperation. His other hand reached down and grabbed your hips, pulling you closer with every thrust. You threw your head back in ecstasy, head hitting the wall as mix of pain and pleasure coursed through you. Not before long, you heard footsteps coming your way and looked at Anakin with widened eyes, "Ani... people are heading this way." you said panicking, but Anakin just looked at the door with a mischievous look in his eyes. As the voices got closer, you recognized Obi Wan's voice and tapped Anakin's arm, warning him. But unexpectedly, Anakin's hand that was previously grabbing your hips reached up and covered your mouth tightly. Before you could react, Anakin's hips got faster, thrusting into you at an inhuman pace. Your eyes rolled to the back of your head and your back arched, hands tugging at Anakin's curls painfully. Your moans were being silenced with Anakin's huge hand, his cock deliciously drilling into you, kissing your cervix with each precise stroke. As Obi Wan walked by, you could clearly hear him talking to some other Jedi Masters and you shut your eyes, half expecting him to burst in here and kick both you and Anakin off the Order. But as their voices got further and further away, Anakin let go of your mouth, his hand going back to its original place on your hip. "Holy shit that was hot." you said the moment Anakin's hand uncovered your mouth, making Anakin chuckle softly.

[radiantvader]

Pairing : Anakin Skywalker x Jedi Master!Fem Reader

Warnings : 18+ (MINORS DNI) !! | Slight Enemies to Lovers | Dirty Talk | Unprotected Sex (wrap it before you tap it babes) | Degradation Kink | Slight Choking | Dom!Anakin | Sub!Reader | Let me know if I missed something :)

Word Count : 2.3k

Summary : In which you and Anakin are on a mission to sneak onto General Grievous' ship and capture him. Your constant banter and teasing throughout the mission frustrates Anakin, and in the end, he finds a way to let out all of his pent-up anger and frustration.

The starfighter hummed with anticipation as you and Anakin soared through the vastness of space, lightspeed blurring the stars into streaks of light, en route to General Grievous' ominous flagship. Inside the cockpit, the hum of the engines was accompanied by the low murmur of Anakin and Obi Wan discussing details about the mission. Anakin shot you a sideways glance, the tension thick enough to cut with a knife.  

“So, Master" he began, the title dripping with irony, eyes fixed on the star maps. "Any brilliant ideas on how we're going to sneak onto Grievous' ship?" you smirked while leaning back, studying the holographic blueprints you had received. "Well, Master Skywalker, it seems we have a spy to thank for these detailed plans. You see that hanger over there?" Anakin scowled at the use of the title 'Master' but kept his mouth shut, trying to avoid conflict. You reactivated the holographic blueprints and showed them to him, a smirk etched onto your face. He nodded, eyes burning with impatience and anger. 

"That hanger is our way in. This is General Grievous we're talking about, so we already know that every square inch of this ship is going to be on lock. 20 droids guarding every access point are signal rotated. So once they're on the move, we only have 35 seconds until the next round of 20 droids replace them, we need to be quick. The eyes and ears are in a security room in the west hall, there are 97 motion-sensitive 8K cameras with an overlapping field of vision so there are no natural blind spots. They are always watching, always listening, blasters ready to fire. Getting through the corridors and reaching the command center is going to be easy. Now, here's where things get a little tricky, the doors to the command center have been improved, they're military-grade biometric portals made of a foot and a half of solid titanium. So we can't blow them up, we'll need to use the heat of our lightsabers to melt a hole big enough for us to go through, which might take time considering the thickness of the doors. So while I do that, I need you to cover me from the droids. Once we get into the command center, General Grievous will already be alerted to our presence and will probably have called for backup. So, the moment we enter the command center, we need to drop a smoke bomb, use the force to sense the droids, take 'em down, and then capture Grievous before the smoke clears." You explained the plan and relished Anakin's perplexed face. 

"What? Not used to having a good plan? It must be an honor to be in the company of a highly intelligent Jedi with a higher rank. Perhaps some of my brilliance will rub off on you." Anakin's perplexed face dropped and his scowl deepened, his annoyance palpable. "Brilliance, huh? We'll see about that." You smirked as Anakin sassily rolled his eyes.

As you approached Grievous' ship, you used the Force to mask your presence from the patrolling droid fighters. Anakin expertly piloted the starfighter, dodging and weaving through the asteroid field that surrounded Grievous' vessel and you couldn't help but admit that despite his impulsiveness, he was a formidable pilot. "Nice flying, Skywalker" you complimented, a hint of genuine admiration in your voice. "Save the praising for after we're inside" Anakin quipped. You rolled your eyes, about to retort, but quickly shut your mouth as you approached the hangar bay. Your starfighter hovered in front of the hanger; you were waiting for the perfect moment to go in. The moment the battle droids were switching posts, you and Anakin slipped into Grievous' hangar undetected. And as the ship's bay doors closed behind your starfighter, you both breathed a momentary sigh of relief. 

Stepping out of the starfighter, you and Anakin moved through the dimly lit corridors of Grievous' ship, lightsabers ignited and senses heightened. The air was heavy with tension as you encountered patrols of battle droids. You deflected oncoming blaster shots, not hesitating to take jabs at Anakin. "Careful Skywalker, wouldn't want you tripping over your own bravado." you quipped, voice laced with sarcasm. He shot you an irritated look, "I've handled tougher situations than this." Anakin muttered, deflecting blaster bolts effortlessly. "Of course you have, Chosen One" you snorted, swiftly dispatching a pair of droids with calculated strikes. His jaw clenched, but you caught a glimpse of a smirk he couldn't suppress. Your banter echoed through the metal corridors as you navigated through the labyrinthine ship. The occasional sparks of your lightsabers illuminated the path, creating an otherworldly dance of light and shadow.

As you both neared the command center, the droid resistance intensified. Waves of battle droids surged forward, blasters firing in unison. You and Anakin moved with synchronized precision, your contrasting styles weaving together seamlessly. But when you both reached the command center doors, you quickly got to work. You thrust your lightsaber into the titanium doors and hummed, pleased when the lightsaber melted through the titanium quicker than expected. You drew a decently sized circle with your lightsaber and with a powerful kick, a large circular piece of the titanium doors fell onto the floor, the command center coming into your view. Grievous, who was alerted to your presence, awaited both you and Anakin with his spinning lightsabers, surprisingly with no reinforcements. 

The battle with Grievous unfolded like a chaotic dance, Anakin's acrobatic moves clashed with Grievous' relentless onslaught. Meanwhile, you circled around Grievous, strategically analyzing his patterns, waiting for the perfect moment to strike. "Now!" Anakin shouted, distracting Grievous for a split second. Seizing the opportunity, you lunged forward, lightsaber slashing through the air and delivering a powerful strike that sent Grievous reeling. With a few swift moves, Anakin cut off Grievous' mechanic arms and legs. 

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Returning to the Jedi Temple, you both faced the Council. Yoda and Obi-Wan listened intently as you recounted the details of the mission. Yoda's wise eyes bore into yours, assessing not just your words but the unspoken dynamics between you and Anakin. "Hmm, impressive, your teamwork is," Yoda noted, a twinkle in his eyes. "Learn from each other, you must." he continued, and Obi Wan, ever the diplomatic voice, added "Your cooperation has proven fruitful. May the Force continue to guide you both." When the debriefing concluded, you and Anakin made your way back to your quarters in contemplative silence. However, the tension lingered. You leaned against a wall in the secluded hallway and crossed your arms, a teasing smirk etched onto your face.

"Hey Skywalker, do you ever wonder what it's like to be a true master?" He clenched his jaw, balling up his fists, knuckles turning white. "I've got enough on my plate without you constantly annoying me, shut the fuck up for once." He jeered at you, but you just stepped closer, voice dropping to a teasing whisper "Perhaps you're just afraid you'll never measure up."  

Anakin snapped. In an instant, he had you pressed against the wall, his eyes ablaze with fury and frustration. "Enough! I don't care about official titles, I will not allow you to talk to me like that. Learn your fucking place." He seethed, his hand wrapping around your throat painfully. Yet in the charged atmosphere of your conflict, a different kind of energy simmered, a potent blend of unresolved tension and the unspoken truth. And in an inexplicable twist of fate, your shared animosity acted as an irresistible force, leading to a momentary pause that culminated in an unexpected collision of your lips—a fierce, passionate kiss born from a volatile mix of anger and desire, leaving you breathless and conflicted. Like opposing magnets pulled by an invisible force, your bodies surged together.  

The kiss deepened and your breathing became ragged. As the hallway filled with your gasps and fervent whispers, you felt your resistance crumbling completely as Anakin's lips claimed yours with a hunger that mirrored your untamed passions. It was as if the world around you had vanished, leaving only the two of you entangled in the most primal of embraces. "You make me feel things I shouldn't..." you whispered, voice rough and hoarse. Anakin only responded by deepening the kiss, his lips and tongue exploring yours with a zealous intensity that left you breathless. Your bodies continued to strain against one another, their tempo growing more desperate with each passing second. Your breathing grew shallow, the only sounds in the empty hallway were the soft moans of pleasure and the frantic rustle of your clothing. Anakin, driven by an insatiable desire, reached out and grabbed your hips, lifting you up and wrapping your legs around his waist. As you continued to kiss passionately, Anakin unbuckled your belt and hurriedly undressed you, the sound of your lightsaber hitting the ground filled the hallway as Anakin tossed your attire aside with a harsh motion, his eyes never leaving yours. He was certain you could feel his heart beating rapidly. 

Your breath hitched in your throat as you felt the cool air against your skin, the sensation heightening your desire for him, nipples hardening. You reached for the fastenings of Anakin's pants, your fingers deftly unbuckling and unzipping him with ease. His erection sprang free, standing rigid and throbbing before you. He groaned into your mouth, his own hands now exploring the areas of your body that his fingers had only briefly touched. He reached between your legs, his fingers brushing against the wetness that had begun to seep through your underwear.  

"Fuck" he whispered, his voice a hoarse growl, as he felt the evidence of your own arousal. You let out a soft moan as Anakin’s lips brushed against your neck, sending shivers of pleasure down your spine. He grasped your underwear, sliding it down your legs, his gaze never leaving yours. As the fabric slipped away, exposing your wetness to the cool air, you felt a shiver of anticipation ripple through your body. Anakin's hands traced the curve of your hips, his fingers brushing against the sensitive skin of your inner thighs as he guided himself towards you. He felt your warmth, your wetness, and the knowledge that you were about to be one with each other sent a surge of desire coursing through him. With a deep, shuddering breath, Anakin positioned himself at the entrance to your core.  

He looked into your eyes, his own mirroring the raw intensity of your passion. You closed your eyes, bracing yourself, but right as he was about to slide in, he stopped, "Beg for it." You looked up at him with wide eyes, "What?" you asked perplexed. "I said beg for it." He smirked, toying with you. "C'mon Anakin, please... I need you..." you muttered, embarrassment seeping through your bones. "Oh come on, you and I both know that you can do better than that." He smiled mockingly, the tip of his cock teasing your entrance. Tears prickled the edges of your eyes as you looked up at him desperately, considering throwing your pride away for a moment. "Anakin please, I'm begging you. I need you so badly... It hurts..." your face flushed in embarrassment and Anakin let out a pleased hum, grinning wickedly. Then, with one swift, powerful thrust, he drove himself into you.  

You gasped, your eyes widening in amazement and pleasure as you felt the fullness of his size fill you, the stretch sending shockwaves of pleasure through your entire body. "'s too big..." you whimpered when Anakin started thrusting, both pain and pleasure coursing through your veins, "Take it like a good girl and stop whining" Anakin grunted, his thrusts growing steadily more frenzied as the passion of the moment consumed you both. Your bodies moved in a symphony of ecstasy, each thrust a testament to your shared hunger and unspoken longing. Anakin thrust into you with vigor, your fingers dug into his back, the press of his hips against your clit causing you to moan softly with each stroke. Your own arousal grew, your inner walls tightening around him with every thrust, your body eager to take him deeper, to draw him in.  

His tip delightfully hit your cervix, causing you to throw your head back as a moan of pure ecstasy was ripped from your throat. Your hands travelled upwards and grabbed Anakin’s hair, tugging harshly, eliciting a groan from him. “Fucking slut.” He growled lowly while his movements sped up. Anakin gripped onto your hips, roughly pulling you closer to him with each thrust. “Look at you, not so talkative now, are you?” Anakin jeered with a coarse voice, but the only response he got back was a soft mewl. “Aw, did I fuck you dumb already?” He mocked you, enjoying the way your eyes rolled back into your head.  

Anakin's pace was relentless, he had a bruising grip on your hips, thrusting fast, deep, and hard into you. You could feel the pressure build in your lower belly and your walls clenched around Anakin. As his own climax approached, Anakin’s thrusts got sloppier, sweat dripping from his hair and forehead. But as he reached down to fiddle with your overly-sensitive clit, you broke. You clenched around him, letting out a sputtering moan as you came. The feeling of you squeezing around him, soaking him, was enough to send Anakin over the edge.

Heavy and ragged breaths came out of your mouths as Anakin slowly dropped you down from his arms and helped you get dressed. The silence that ensued wasn't awkward, it was tense. Both of you knowing how this could change everything. 

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A/N : Guys please don't expect my writing to be perfect, I'm not a professional writer, and It'll take time for me to learn and progress. Also btw the plan in the beginning was inspired by that one scene in the movie 'Red Notice'. It's a great film, you guys should definitely watch it! Anyway, I hope you guys liked this, if I made any mistakes or if you have any tips, please don't hesitate to let me know! <3

[ceilidho]

doing this to john price sorry y’all

[radiantvader]

Sneak peek of the fic you want to post? 🥺🙏

Ooh ok! Here's a little teaser 🤭

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Returning to the Jedi Temple, you both faced the Council. Yoda and Obi Wan listened intently as you recounted the details of the mission. Yoda's wise eyes bore into yours, assessing not just your words but the unspoken dynamics between you Anakin. "Hmm, impressive, your teamwork is," Yoda noted, a twinkle in his eyes. "Learn from each other, you must." he continued, and Obi Wan, ever the diplomatic voice, added "Your cooperation has proven fruitful. May the Force continue to guide you both." When the debriefing concluded, you and Anakin made your way back to your quarters in contemplative silence. However, the tension lingered. You leaned against the wall and crossed your arms.

"Hey Skywalker, do you ever wonder what it's like to be a true master?" He clenched his jaw, balling up his fists, knuckles turning white. "I've got enough on my plate without you constantly annoying me, shut the fuck up for once." He jeered at you, but you just stepped closer, voice dropping to a teasing whisper "Perhaps you're just afraid you'll never measure up."

Anakin snapped. In an instant, he had you pressed against the wall, his eyes ablaze with fury and frustration. "Enough! I don't care about official titles, I will not allow you to talk to me like that. Learn your fucking place." He sneered, his hand wrapping around your throat. Yet in the charged atmosphere of your conflict, a different kind of energy simmered, a potent blend of unresolved tension and the unspoken truth. And in an inexplicable twist of fate, your shared animosity acted as an irresistible force, leading to a momentary pause that culminated in an unexpected collision of your lips—a fierce, passionate kiss born from a volatile mix of anger and desire, leaving you breathless and conflicted. Like opposing magnets pulled by an invisible force, your bodies surged together.

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I hope ya'll will like it! Please keep in mind that this is the first time I write a fic! <3

[radiantvader]

What happened to starting writing?

hi! I got this question once or twice, but I'm going to be completely honest, I got held up with a shit ton of schoolwork. The past 2 months have been filled with tests, essays, podcasts and many different projects to do. I have about 5-6 drafts that only need a bit of editing so I promise I'll upload one or two of them today!

[radiantvader]

i saw your rules and I can already tell you're going to be incredible! ill keep an eye out for your first work! <3

Omg thank you !! You don't understand how much that means to me <33 I'm currently working on my first one shot rn so it'll be posted really soon 🤭