Warnings/tags: casual drug use, drinking, modern au, established relationship, reader is a blank slate (I tried really hard not to give any specific physical descriptions), fingering, teasing (Din is a cocky menace and no one can tell me otherwise), unconventional use of beverages (sorry, no spoilers), heavy making out, she's naked/he's fully clothed, tiniest sprinkles of praise kink and exhibitionism...I think that's everything, but PLEASE feel free to let me know if I missed anything.
Author's note: I have never written anything before, and I may never write anything, again. This was bubbling in my brain, though, and my motto for this year is "Fuck it. Why not?". I am insanely nervous about posting this, but @the-little-ewok and @writingsoftheloser were amazing and not only beta'd this for me but got me to psych myself up enough to post it. Enjoy this little view into my unhinged brain, folks. 💜
You track each movement as his fingers work the buttons on the game controller. Watching him play is generally one of your favorite pastimes. It’s always impressive how well he works through every puzzle, every scene, every level effortlessly, even managing to keep up his sly flirtations with you. Right now, though, the joint you had shared was making you loose, sparking each of your nerves gently in turn. You watch the sweat dripping down his neck in slow motion as your mind starts drifting to thoughts of how he might put that dexterity to better use.
With a jolt, you realize it’s the Din sitting beside you calling your name and not the one you’d just been imagining saying it in a much deeper tone. His avatar on the tv is idling, and he’s looking at you expectantly, as if it wasn’t the first time he’d tried getting your attention.
“Seems like I’m boring you. Why don’t we throw something on until everyone else gets here?” The look in his eyes makes you feel like he knows exactly what you were just thinking about.
“Oh, sure. Sorry.” You grin sheepishly, worried you’ve been caught. “You pick something out, and I’ll grab some drinks.”
Popping into the kitchen to grab some beers gives the perfect excuse to step away and try to cool the heat in your cheeks. You take a deep breath. The surge of oxygen shoots straight to your head, and your buzz ripples back down your body leaving you relaxed and feeling floaty.
As you walk back to the couch, he puts his hand out, wordlessly taking both bottles. He catches each cap with the wide band on his finger popping them open without you having to ask and hands yours back. You settle in next to him, and he puts his arm around your shoulders to pull you close. The movie starts with a shot of space and a scrolling wall of text you know by heart.
Lifting your drink to your lips, you don’t even register your small involuntary moan at the icy cold of the glass. But he does. No detail about you ever misses his notice, and this one means it’s his turn to get some creative ideas.
He starts slow. His fingertips gently brushing along your bare arm. Up your shoulder. Every so often, they ghost over the spot where your shoulder and neck meet - the one he knows turns you to jello. Your focus on the movie has long since gone the way of your favorite smuggling ship blasting its way out of a seedy port and is lightyears away.
For the first time that day, you’re happy about the summer heat, since you dressed appropriately. Din slips your thin tank top straps down and turns into you as his hand lands on your bare knee. He distracts you from the way he slowly guides your leg open by leaning in and pressing a trail of kisses up your shoulder. When you feel his lips hit that same spot he was just teasing, you can’t contain a low whimper from slipping out. The sound encourages him further, and his fingers ghost up the inside of your thigh. He wastes no time, running his fingers right up and down your slit through your quickly soaking panties.
“I knew you'd be nice and wet for me, already,” he says in that same low voice you’d been imagining earlier, and it's enough to snap your barely held control.
Your head tips back to rest on the back of the couch and your eyes slip closed as you start to give in to the heightened sensations brought on by your high and his avid attention. It's the exact moment he's been counting on.
As his mouth works its way to the top of your breast, he shifts to unwrap his arm from your shoulders. He slides your skirt up and your panties down in one smooth movement, his lips never breaking contact with your skin. You realize distantly that you're effectively bare for him now, while he hasn't so much as popped open a button.
Your hand slides over to his leg and up to the generous bulge straining against his jeans, but suddenly you're stilled by his hand on yours. Your eyes open in confusion, and he meets them, directly.
“No. I want you to focus entirely on how I make you feel. I want to watch you come for me. Can you do that?”
You barely manage a breathy “Yes.”
“Good girl,” he rumbles, and the look in his eyes is positively feral. “Now, relax. Let me take care of you.”
Your head falls back, again, and your eyes drift closed. He spreads your legs wide open, turning you slightly towards him, so he can see and reach every inch of your exposed skin. He dips his fingers inside your entrance and shallowly works them in and out, causing you to moan loudly. After a few thrusts, he pulls them out and spreads your wetness all over your pussy lips and up onto your swollen clit. He repeats this torture over and over while kissing and licking every inch of your breasts, until you're panting and squirming beneath him.
You're too far gone to notice him reach over and grab his drink from the table. You do feel him spread your lips wide, exposing you fully, though.
Suddenly, your head snaps up and your eyes snap open, as you feel something smooth and icy cold press against your clit. As you look down in shock, you see him holding his cold beer bottle right against your heat. A second later, the sensation of the contrast hits you, and your mouth drops open with a low moan.
Din leans in and catches your mouth, pressing hard on top of you, chasing the kiss. Your tongues tangle as you meet his intensity, and you only stop when you both pull back to gasp for air.
He pierces you with those deep brown eyes and asks, “Do you trust me?”
You don't even hesitate. “Absolutely.”
A smile slowly spreads across his face as he replies, “Yeah? Good.”
He leans back and reaches down to spread you open, again. He positions the bottom of his bottle right against your clit, but you're prepared for it this time.
Slowly, he starts to rotate the bottle, and you realize you were wrong. You are entirely unprepared. You feel every single bump along the bottom of the glass stroke against you. The cold temperature of the glass enhancing the sensations to almost unbearable pleasure after the time he spent teasing you, already. It's like lightning coursing through you. He sets a rhythm turning the bottle back and forth, and just when you think you can't take any more, you feel his fingers slide straight into your pussy and start stroking against that perfect spot.
You explode. Your whole body is on fire, every nerve ending singing for him. For him. And your voice calling his name over and over. “Fuck! Oh, gods, Din! Din!”
“That's it. Yes, baby, come for me. Fuck, that's my good girl, keep squeezing me,” he talks you through it and keeps working his thick fingers in and out of you slowly, until you finally start to come back into yourself.
His hand stops, and he pulls it away before leaning in to gently kiss you and rest his forehead against yours for a quiet moment.
You’re laying there, basking in the afterglow as he sits back with a sly smile on his lips, when you hear the back door open and multiple voices chatting. You bolt upright, realizing that your clothes have effectively been turned into a pair of layered belts with nothing to hold up. You scramble to pull your tank top straps back up and skirt back down, looking around desperately for your panties.
One of your friends enters the room just as you get yourself back together and gasps.
“You guys started Empire without us?! Not cool. We're starting over. Machete order.” They continue grumbling as they go back to the kitchen to reveal your betrayal to the rest of the group.
You take a deep breath and stand up to follow as you catch Din tucking a suspiciously familiar piece of cloth into his pocket. He looks you dead in the eye as he takes a sip of his beer.
He winks at you and turns to walk into the kitchen without another word, leaving you to start daydreaming all over again.
i loooove little moments of human connection. i love it when a stranger has something good happen to them and you get to be a part of the celebration for a moment. i love it when it starts raining and you and a stranger get to say wow its really coming down out there! i love it when something happens and you and a stranger get to share a look. i will never see you again but we did experience something together and for just a moment we were a pair! i genuinely live for that shit
Ok, never done this before, but this is an Anakin fic I've been working on for over a year. Yes, I've made reader a senator. Padme doesn't exist in this, but it made it easier for me.
I don't know who else is working on things right now, so I'm not tagging anyone, but feel free to add!
I’ve never seen a kid struggle with the concepts of someone being gay, trans, or nonbinary.
I did once have to explain to an almost 3 year old why a chihuahua wasn’t a cat and let me tell you THAT was a struggle and the kid was very mad about it.
You are not a People Pleaser your lack of boundaries are not a virtue and one day you are going to boil over and lash out at your loved ones who had no idea they were hurting you because you never told them
The person in my notes telling me to "have compassion for traumatized people" is exhibiting the exact behavior I'm talking about re: (not) taking responsibility for your own communication so I think this type of person Does need to hear Hard Truths, actually. Something being a trauma response doesn't exempt it from harming your relationships & the people in them. Enabling it won't help anything cause ultimately you still have to do the work on yourself and use your fucking words
people are so weird about cnc and I always just want to look them in the eyes and say “you are getting mad at people for playing pretend. you are getting mad at people for saying ‘raaar! I’m gonna getcha!’ you are not a serious person.”
so much ink and tears have been spilled theorizing that rape kink is about trauma and social anxieties and power fantasies and sure maybe. but I think we’re just mammals who like pretend danger in our play just like every other mammal ever. because we have evolved to find that fun. and the only difference between play-wrestling in bed and pulling out the fuzzy handcuffs is commitment to the bit
