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Late again
Padawan!Anakin x Master!reader summary: Teaching your padawan a lesson after he's late for training. includes: SMUT, handjob, whiny ani
"Wha-Oh, come on Anakin!" You huffed, turning your head to the side and looking down at the floor. trying to give him "privacy".
This was the fourth time he was late for training this month. And the fourth time you've caught him jerking off in his quarters. You tried to understand-he was a 19 year old, hormones everywhere and as much as you hated to admit it, the Council was tough on him.
Everyone needs a little stress relief. You told yourself the first 2 times, but this was getting ridiculous. The worst part? You tried to warn him-using the force to make your presence known, knocking before waiting a few seconds and eventually coming into his room.
"I-I'm sorry, Master! I-" He stammered, sitting up but not putting too much effort into making himself look decent. "I didn't mean-I just-" He shook his head, trying to justify himself but his hand was still palming his painfully hard cock roughly through his pants.
"You're not even doing it right.." You muttered to yourself, shaking your head disappointedly. How clueless can you be? Anakin wasn't all that innocent, you knew that. How can he shamelessly flirt with half of the female population but not know how to get himself to cum properly?
"What?" He huffed, hand stilling and eyebrows furrowing.
"I said you're not even doing it right." You turn your gaze back to him. you can tell he's enjoying this.
"I-"
You cut him off. "Let me show you how it's done." With a flick of your wrist, the door was locked and you were already halfway toward him.
He swallows thickly, looking up at you with half lidded eyes.
"Master.." He mumbles skeptically. It’s a shame the growing bulge in his pants was betraying him shamelessly.
"You don’t want it?" You tilt your head, placing your hands on his shoulder and pushing him to lean back against his arms.
"N-no, I-I.." He stuttered, unable to look away from you.
"Hm?" You tease, running your hand up his arm before stopping to cup his cheek as you waited for an answer.
"I-I..I do.." His eyes fluttered shut as he nodded.
Anakin's heart races as you inch closer, his breathing growing heavier with each step. He can't believe this is happening, but the throbbing in his pants tells him he's not dreaming. When you push him back against his arms, he complies eagerly, his eyes never leaving yours.
His hips buck slightly, his need for some kind of friction growing with every passing second.
"Well someone's eager.."
Anakin bites his lower lip, unable to suppress a groan at your teasing words. His eyes darken with lust, a deep blush spreading across his cheeks. "Can you blame me? It's not every day you offer to..." He pauses, gulping nervously before continuing, "...to help me out."
"Isn't that right.." You say as you wrap your hand around his cock, gently brushing over the tip with your thumb teasingly.
"Ah" He gasps loudly, his hips bucking forward into your touch. He can feel his face burning, but he doesn't care. The sensation is completely different from his own rough handling-more deliberate, more... skilled. "Fuck..." He whispers, his head falling back against the wall.
"What's wrong Ani?" You coo, staring down at him innocently.
"N-noth- gasp - nothing..." He tries to maintain some pride, but your gentle stroking is already making his knees weak. "You're... oh fuck..." He shifts slightly, desperate to get closer but not daring to move too much.
He tenses slightly as your thumb spreads pre-cum over his full length. His breath is shaky with ever exhale and it's honestly pathetic how sensitive he is.
Each deliberate stroke has him seesawing between embarrassment at his own responsiveness and desperate desire for more. His cock throbs almost painfully, leaking steadily now as if begging for release.
"...I-I'm close..." Anakin blurts out, voice strained with barely contained need. His hips twitch involuntarily, chasing more of your touch despite his internal protests at how quickly you've undone him. He squeezes his eyes shut, trying to stave off his impending orgasm embarrassing fast release.
"...I'm gonna..." Anakin warns breathlessly, hips starting to jerk involuntarily as he teeters on the edge. His fingernails dig into his palms, torn between wanting to grab you and not wanting to embarrass himself further by cumming too soon.
Before he gets the chance to decide, he's already cumming hard and fast. His body stiffens as he comes undone. No soft buildup, no warning-just sudden, intense release. His abs tighten, back arches slightly, and hot streams of semen cover your hand and his lower belly. He lets out a low, almost desperate whimper, hips twitching.
"Oh you poor thing" You say, your stroking his cheek with the knuckles of your free hand.
Anakin's chest heaves as he comes down from his high, a deep flush still burning his cheeks. He stares at you with hooded eyes, utterly spent.
"Training's in an hour." You pull away, grabbing a nearby towel to wipe your hand off before leaving him half hard in his room.
Holy shit I almost forgot about this account😭
Rich kids au! Anakin skywalker will be stuck in my head for a very long time tyvm 😌🩵
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Hiii i really adore your writing, and i had more of a question than a request, so i hope you don’t mind!! are you still planning on finishing the cowboy anakin series anytime soon, because the series was so well written and i love it so far! :) no rush for an answer just wondering!! ^_^
I probably will i just desperately need motivation😭😭
Step brother!Sam x reader summary: Sam doesn’t seem very interested in you.. includes: SMUT, stepcest, degradation
You never really expected your dad to marry Robin. She was nice and all, but, you weren’t really excited. Especially because now, you had to be around Sam 24/7.
It’s not like you hated him-sure, he was probably the complete opposite of you, but that definitely wasn’t why you two never really established a relationship. He was just too uninterested, too indifferent.
You made an effort to invite him out to get food? Busy. You asked to borrow a CD? Not gonna happen. Asked to watch a movie? Again, busy. Play a board game? Busy yet again.
Sam never really cared to form a bond with you. He’d spend all of his time being rude to your dad and his mom or he’d be locked up in his room doing god knows what.
The little time he did spend being half-normal was at school and when he had his friends over which, now that summer is here, was way too often.
It was a Friday evening and your parents were out of town for a friend’s wedding, leaving Sam and you alone for the weekend.
Having no plans for the evening, you decided to start your summer homework whilst listening to music.
You definitely got carried because you heard the distant sound of chatter only when you were halfway down the stairs
Oh fuck.
Sam has his friends over. You rolled your eyes and huffed as you walked through the hallway and into the kitchen to make yourself some dinner.
A low whistle was followed by a smack as you turned your back to the living room. Never in your life have you made cereal faster than that night.
The rest of the evening was spent doing more homework. You left your room only when you were a 100% sure Sam’s friends were gone.
With a yawn, you walked down the stairs again to put the dirty dishes into the sink. That’s when you saw Sam-locking the door behind his friends and turning to look at you.
“..Yes?”
“Are you fucking serious?” He huffed, walking towards you.
“Wha-” You didn’t have time to finish before he cut you off.
“Walking out like, like that-” He stuttered as he pointed at you with his hand “While my friends are here-Are you insane?!”
To be fair, you were wearing sleep shorts that were a size too small and a rather revealing crop top so Sam did have a point, kind of.
“I didn’t know they were here Sam!” You snap back at him, turning on the sink to wash out the bowl.
“You didn’t hear them?! Oh my-Do you know how fucking stupid and disgusting they are-”
“Okay, okay I’m sorry!” You huff, shaking your head. To be fair, you shouldn’t be apologizing but you wanted him to stop screaming at you. “Maybe you should get some better friends..” You muttered, turning the sink off and drying off your hands.
“What?” He huffed in disbelief. “You come here looking like a little whore and expect them not to say anything?”
“Sam-” He was way too close than usual..
“No, no I don’t wanna fucking hear it! We get it, you have a nice ass, you have nice tits-no need to go walking around half naked in front of everyone!”
You wanted to protest, to defend yourself but the only thing you were paying attention to was, well, Sam.
His face was way too close to yours you could barely make out anything that happened from the moment he started screaming at you.
No, no. This was your brother. Not blood related, sure, but that wasn’t an excuse..right?
Before you knew it, his hands were on your face. He was desperately pulling you in for a kiss, holding you tight against him.
Seconds later he was pulling your shirt up. “Since you wanna be treated like a whore so badly..” He whispered harshly.
Your hands were on his shoulders, nails digging into his skin. The next thing you felt was Sam turning you around and pushing you against the kitchen island harshly.
You yelped, face contorting in pain as Sam struggled with his belt.
“You gonna be a good girl and let your brother take care of you? Hm?” He taunted, hands caressing your hips as he pulled both your shorts and underwear down.
He immediately gets frustrated when yo don't answer right away. “Yes or no?” He gripped your jaw, turning your face towards him.
“Y-yes..” You finally managed to blurt out, breathing uneven. He spreads your legs wider with his knees, getting comfortable,
Then, he quickly pulls down his pants and boxers, freeing his already hard cock. It presses against the back of your thigh before he rubs it against your ass, teasing you with a smirk on his face. Not before long, he's slipping himself between your lips.
“Good..that’s good.” And just like that, his length was slowly seathing into you from behind.
“Oh fuck..” Sam huffed, hands squeezing your sides appreciatively.
He presses forward gently, watching as your pussy swallows his cock. A satisfied groan escapes his lips as he grabs your hips, pulling you back onto him. After pushing your hips back onto his length for a little bit, he slams into you fully, making you gasp.
"I shouldn't even be fucking you right now. You're such a little slut for letting me."
He picks up the pace, his hips slapping against your backside as he fills you up over and over again. His hands angle your hips, allowing him to go deeper. He can feel that he's hitting all the right spots inside you that make you whimper softly.
"But look at how well you take me." He reaches around to wrap his arm around you waist, pulling you closer. "Does your dad know his precious baby girl spreads her legs for anyone who asks?"
“What..n-no..” You mumble, gripping the counter tighter as the force of his thrusts keeps pushing your forward.
"Well, he should know what a little slut he raised." He slams into you, angling your hips to hit that perfect spot inside. "And he will if you don't keep this little secret, understood?"
"Y-yes.." You whimper, tears picking in the corners of your eyes.
"Good." Sam huffs, nuzzling the side of your face as he leans on the counter with one arm.
“Sam-” You moan. "I-I'm gonna.." You trail off and he feels your body shudder and tighten around him as your orgasm hits.
"God damn," He mutters, slowing down his thrusts. Sam groans, slamming into you harder, aiming right for that spot. "Take it like a good little slut..." He reaches beneath you with one hand, finding your clit and rubbing it in tight circles as he fucks you faster.
He releases inside you a few seconds later, filling you up as he holds your hips down, keeping you impaled on his length. He pants heavily, trying to catch his breath as he pulses inside you.
He stays like that for a few moments, enjoying the afterglow and the way your warm body feels wrapped around him. Eventually pulling out, he causes you to whimper softly.
Sam tucks himself back into his jeans, a smug grin plastered across his face as he watches you catch your breath.
"You're so fucking easy, it's almost cute." He says mockingly. "Be a nice little sister and do the dishes for me, yeah?" He coos, giving your ass a quick smack before going back to his room
Years
Anakin Skywalker x f!reader summary: Anakin sees you for the first time after a decade includes: SMUT, oral(f receiving), slight praise
Months turned into years-ones that seemed to last longer than they should, ones that stretched beyond time. He hadn't forgotten. No. He couldn't and he simply never will. That was something he made peace with long before it was over.
How could he? How does one forget something so pure, innocent and beautiful? How could he erase the happiest memories that could never be remade?
Every detail was crystal clear in his mind. Partially because he kept replaying various situations in his head every night, partially because he couldn't forget.
And even if he could, why would he? Why would he forget those eyes full of life? The laughter? The things he felt? No, he definitely didn't want to forget that.
Anakin Skywalker's life had been haunted by the past for the last 11 years. 11 years of melancholy, 11 years of longing, yearning...
So seeing you again was like a punch to the gut.
The small and rebellious Senator's daughter was no more. She was long gone, together with Anakin's memories. Instead she was replaced by something even more beautiful and dear.
You were the same age as him, yet so much more mature, more serious than him. He didn't want to acknowledge your beauty in fear of betraying what the Jedi had been teaching him for the last decade.
He never would've thought you'd be back but there you were, walking into the Jedi Temple with your father and a few guards on each side of you.
He was breathless, standing on one of the balconies as Snips talked his ear off.
"Ooo, who's that? She's pretty." She interrupts herself mid sentence, leaning against the railing and looks down at you.
"Yeah-I...I don't know." Anakin fumbled. "Let's go back to training."
"Whatever, you're so annoying." She rolls her eyes.
The next few hours are a blur-he was preoccupied but constantly thinking of you. His mind was a mess and he ended his lightsaber technique session with Ahsoka early.
The poor boy sat down in one of the many benches that filled the halls and leaned his head back against the cool tile walls. He takes a deep breath and relaxes further as the sun illuminates his face.
Seconds later, his peace is interrupted by a door opening and slamming shut. He cracks his eyes open, wincing slightly as they adjust to the sun.
His breath catches and he sits up straight because you come out the seemingly occupied room. His eyes widen in awe but you don't seem to notice him, not at first.
Just a few seconds later your eyes meet and he stands up before he could even think.
"Ani?" You whisper-shouted. "My goodness!" You smiled.
"Y/n.." He mumbled, smiling softly himself. "I missed you..."
The minute he's close to you, you hug him tight, burying your head in his shoulder as you practically knock the air out of his lungs.
"My, my..." He chuckles, hugging you back with a little less intensity, afraid he'll hurt you. "What're you here for?" He pulls away, keeping his shaky hands on your upper arms.
"My dad was called for some negotiations and decided to bring me along. Perfect opportunity to look at houses." You shrugged.
His eyebrows furrowed. "Sorry, houses?"
"We're probably gonna move back." You shrug happily.
His mouth drops open before he smiles so brightly and happily. "You're joking." Anakin shook his head. This was the moment he didn't even want to imagine in fear of waking up disappointed because it's not real.
"I'm serious!" You nudge him playfully. "I have to go now, but feel free to come by the guest rooms tonight if you wanna catch up."
And just like that you were pulling away like you did all those years ago, hurriedly walking off to wherever you were going.
"May the force be with you!" He called out to you.
"May the force be with you too!"
Anakin stood there stunned for a good minute before deciding to go back to his room and finish what he had left to do, all while grinning to himself like an idiot.
Each minute that passed until he could see you again felt like a minute closer to his prayers being answered. And in some ways, they were.
Because 4 hours after first seeing you, Anakin was kissing his way down your body. His hands grope your tits as he trails further south, kissing under your chest, your stomach, your hip and finally latching his mouth onto your center.
His hands find their way to your hips to keep you in place.
Slowly, he licks all the way up, nose is rubbing against your clit. Your hands immediately reach for his hair, gently wrapping your fingers around the soft curls.
"Anakin-" You breathe out, back arching. He gently lifts your thighs and carefully places them over his strong shoulders.
"Mmm..." He hums against you "You're doing so good baby..." He mumbles, the sound muffled.
Your hands tighten, pulling his hair in desperation for more.
"My favorite Senator.." He teased, chuckling against you and making you squirm.
"Ani.." You whined, pulling his head closer despite your protest seconds prior.
His hands are doing a great job at stimulating you further-rubbing your thighs and stomach. Gently, almost innocently, Anakin's thumb makes it's way to your clit-rubbing slow, yet firm circles in time with his tongue.
You squirm above him, walls clenching around his tongue. "A-ani..gonna cum.." You rasp out.
"Mhm.." He encouragess, tone pleased and pace not faltering for a second.
A moment later, your inner thighs are squeezing his head as you whimper repeatedly and desperately, coming undone on his tongue.
Anakin takes his sweet time in prolonging your pleasure, lazily suckling and kissing on you without a care in the world. And when he does pull away, he wipes his mouth and chin with the back of his hand. Then, he throws himself on top of you and kisses you sensless before falling asleep cuddled up on your chest
A/N: May the fourth be with everyone reading this!!! I’ve decided to take a break until June first because i REALLY need to lock in and study I have a bazillion tests coming up😭😭. I’ll try my best to make time and post at least a few works but no promises.
As for when I do get back, I have a new series coming up..👀
would you be up to doing a nsfw alphabet for Anakin? If so thank you!
Absolutely! Mind you I've never done this so my apologies if I messed some letters up.
Anakin Skywalker nsfw alphabet
A = Aftercare
Anakin is big on aftercare. If he doesn’t take care of his sweet girl after wearing her out so thoroughly then who will? He’ll cuddle you and make sure you’re okay. Depending on time of day you guys make food together or go out to eat afterwards.
B = Body part
He likes all of his muscles, really. He spent all those years training and loves it when you pine over them. On you, let’s be real, everything. He loves absolutely everything about you. But Anakin is definitely a tits guy. Loves sucking, groping and doing literally anything with them.
C = Cum
Absolutely loves to cum on and in you. Likes to do it on your tits when in missionary and your face when you’re giving him head. It just turns him on even more to see your skin soaked in his release.
D = Dirty secret
Before the two of you ever started dating, Anakin was down bad. Since the cheap holovids weren't cutting it anymore, he'd use the force to make visions of you naked and masturbate off of that. Once he even tried to manipulate your thoughts into having rather inappropriate dreams of him. Never really worked though.
E = Experience
Aotc!Anakin is definitely inexperienced and almost completely clueless. Rots!Anakin on the other hand..This man knows what to do, when and how to please you. He probably knows what you like better than you do.
F = Favorite position
Anakin has a few favorites. He fucks you in missionary and cowgirl the most. His absolute favorite would probably be reverse cowgirl because it’s equally hot and intimate-the way he can be as close, touchy and as foul as he wants really gets him going. He can do anything-play with your tits and clit, spank your ass into oblivion. Even better if it’s in front of a mirror. If you guys are fucking anywhere but the bed and the couch he’ll do it doggystyle. It’s the easiest and most comfortable one, especially in the kitchen and shower. Always up for anything you wanna try.
G = Goofy
Anakin is a tease by nature and I feel like he’d drop a harmless tease when he thinks it’s appropriate. Nothing serious that could ruin the mood though.
H = Hair
He’s not the type to be clean shaven 24/7 but he does his best to keep it neat. Same goes for all the other hair on his body-shaved, gets waxed, gets regular haircuts etc.
I = Intimacy
Absolutely yes. He believes that that’s the first and most important thing to worry about in moments like these. He’s usually super caring during sex and will whisper the sweetest things to you.
J = Jack off
Aotc!Anakin would jerk off a bunch. I’m talking as many times he could fit in a day. He is a horny teenager after all. When he’s on missions with Obi-wan and, for obvious reasons, can’t get a few minutes for himself he’ll get annoyed and frustrated.
Rots!Anakin doesn’t jerk off often. Maybe once or twice every two weeks. Why would he need to? He has you. He only jerks off if you’re not there or he’s away. Prefers to have you do it anyway.
K = Kink
Anakin has the biggest mommy kink but absolutely refuses to acknowledge it because he thinks it’s embarrassing. You definitely know and he acts on it subconsciously. Besides that he’s definitely into praising as well as degrading you. That goes for him, too. He loves being praised especially after a long day.
Also, you can’t convince me he wouldn’t use the force inappropriately. He is the chosen one after all, why not use his ‘special’ abilities for more than good.
L = Location
His favorite is obviously in the comfort of your own home-in your bedroom, kitchen, shower, living room..But if there’s a chance to slip you panties down in a public bathroom or his speeder you best believe he’s taking it.
M = Motivation
Sometimes the mere thought of you is enough to turn him on. He’ll get all hot and bothered if he walks in on you changing/showering and you pay him no mind, just going on with your task. If he hears you let out one of those soft moans when you wake up, especially in the morning, he’ll be as hard as a rock in seconds. Big on foreplay too, he loves it.
N = No
He wouldn’t be down for anything that’ll hurt you (knife play etc..). He also looks like someone who wouldn’t enjoy threesomes that much. Why share when he can have all of you? He’d hate to see some other guys shoving himself down your throat and such.
O = Oral
He’s a sucker for head. He could never get enough of the way your soft lips feel wrapped around him. Loves to see you on your knees, struggling to fit him all the way in as tears blur your vision.
Loves to eat you out too, more for his pleasure than yours. Came just from the noises you make while he’s sucking and lapping at your pussy more times than he’d like to admit.
P = Pace
Always depends on his mood. If you pissed him off earlier in the day or something happened, he’s definitely rough. On every other occasion he asks or goes off of your reactions. If you’re enjoying yourself while he’s slow-he’ll keep it that way. If you ask him to go harder, he will.
Q = Quickie
Depends on the situation. He doesn’t like to rush things with you because he wants it to be special and feel good. But if you’ve been teasing him all day and he’s half hard minutes before he has to leave for a meeting or a mission he won’t think twice before blowing your back out against the wall. He’s always down for it, even in the bathrooms of the Jedi Temple.
R = Risk
If there’s one thing that Anakin does consistently it’s take risks. If the Council is having a meeting in the room next to you, he’ll fuck you harder and faster, make sure you’re one loud mess before placing a hand over your mouth to shut you up.
He’ll definitely look forward to fucking you somewhere semi-public. Just the thought of being able to get cough turns him on even more.
S = Stamina
Considerng he’s spent a lot of time in training, he’s got quite the stamina. But because he’s afraid of hurting you he’ll go for as long as you’ll let him. I feel like he’d be able to last a good 4-5 rounds before it becomes too much and borderline uncomfortable.
T = Toys
Doesn’t use them on himself nor you. Not the biggest fan of them. Why would he waste money on stuff like that when you have each other? I think it would take some convincing to get him to try it and he wouldn't be the biggest fan of it.
U = Unfair
He is unfair. He’ll edge you for as long as he can, either completely denying or drawing out your orgasm. To top it off he’ll be super encouraging and sweet, only making it worse. Likes to tie you up and make you watch him masturbate or lazily tease you with his fingers while typing away at his data pad.
V = Vocal
Absolutely. Anakin whimpers like a baby and I will die on that hill if I have to. It doesn’t matter if he’s top, bottom, receiving or giving head you can hear him always even if it’s soft grunts and puffs. And he’ll be all proud of it, not even attempting to tone it down because 1) the Jedi Temple walls are thick; and 2) he knows you’re a sucker for it. He’ll be all up in your ear moaning and huffing with every thrust.
W = Wild card
I previously mentioned Anakin using the force. Sometimes he’ll think his skills (both bedroom and Jedi) aren’t enough and he has this weird fantasy of making you cum just by using his mind-aka the force. He’ll sometimes try to do so while you guys are already having sex, just to see if he can make you cum faster. And boy, it does not disappoint when you’re basically shaking under him in seconds. Definitely boosts his ego.
He’d never admit it because he doesn’t know how to approach the whole conversation and is afraid of your reaction, but he’s been thinking about fucking you in your sleep. A lot. He’ll wake up randomly throughout the night or earlier than you in the morning and be painfully hard. He’s never acted on it because he never asked and he doesn’t want to cross any boundaries. There’s just something appealing about you completely submitting to him and not being able to do anything about it. He doesn’t even have to fuck you properly, if you let him slip his cock through those thighs he’ll be more than happy.
X = X-ray
I’m thinking somewhere around 6.5-7 inches. Nothing huge-just big enough for you to feel full. It’s thick so he definitely stretches you out good before stuffing you full of him. I’d say he has prominent veins you can feel wether you’re stroking him or sucking him off.
Y = Yearning
Anakin is the textbook definition of yearning. This man would do anything for you. He’s cuddly and clingy in the comfort of your own home it’s weird to see him so serious and stoic in meetings or in public. Though he’s definitely not afraid to display affection in public. He’ll leave a lingering kiss, wrap an arm around your shoulders and stare at you with those love-sick eyes like there’s no tomorrow. He’s very proud to be with you and makes sure you know you’re his priority at all times.
Z = Zzz
I just know he already has issues with sleeping because of his nightmares. That doesn’t mean he won’t be knocked out in a span of 5 minutes if you guys have been at it for a while. He would try his best to never fall asleep before you do though, he needs to make sure you’re satisfied and just as sleepy as him before he lets himself rest. Very cuddly in his sleep too.
A/n: Sorry for not posting I was busy studying for mocks. Honestly I got so cooked I should’ve just written fanfiction instead😭😭
Now..Which one of you took and posted this..😭😭
Birthday sex
Hayden Christensen x f!reader. summary: Waking up next to your bf on his birthday.. includes: SMUT, p in v, slight praise
The day you were most excited about finally came-april 19th, your dear boyfriend's birthday. You yawned softly the second you woke up, slowly turning your head only to bump it against his chest.
He was still asleep, one arm loosely slung over your waist, his face relaxed, peaceful in the dim morning light. You turned to face him more fully, tucking your arms around him and pressing a slow, lazy kiss to his neck.
Hayden shifted, groaning under his breath but not opening his eyes. You kissed his neck again, a little higher this time, then let your lips trace along his jawline.
"Good morning baby.." You mumbled, kissing up his jaw.
He said nothing at first. Just tightened his hold on you, grounding himself in your warmth like he was still drifting somewhere between sleep and waking. His fingers found the small of your back, resting there, steady.
"Happy birthday, my love." You whispered, grinning against his skin.
That earned a tired little breath of laughter from him. His voice came out low, raspy. "Thank you…"
You tilted your head back slightly to look up at him. His eyes were still shut, lashes brushing his cheeks, but there was the softest hint of a smile on his lips. You leaned up and kissed him there.
He yawned, finally waking up. "You’re up early."
"It's almost 11 AM." You chuckled. "Besides, I want to make the most of today." You shruged.
He hums, clearly still tired. "Yeah?"
"Yeah.." You repeat, sitting up slightly and resting your weight on your elbows.
Hayden just smiles down at you through half-lidded eyes.
You sit up even more before crawling over him and placing a soft kiss on his lips. Instinctively, Hayden's hands come up to rest on your hips, keeping you steady.
"Well this is a nice way to start my birthday…" He joked, hands roaming up your waist.
"I think I could do better.." You shrug, covering his hand with yours, dragging it own to the hem of your underwear.
"Is that so?" His eyebrows shot up.
You nod, smirking.
"Well.." He snaps the fabric against your shin before pulling them down. "In that casee..."
You grin, pulling down his boxers just enough to let his cock spring free. His hard and heavy length pushes firmly against your hand and you flick over his tip a few times, drawing out a soft whimper from him.
"Don't tease me baby..." His hand covers yours, guiding his cock up to your entrance-teasing your wetness with his tip before slowly pushing in.
Your insides stretch to accommodate him, the feeling both pleasurable and painful.
You moan slowly, eyes rolling back and closing.
You nod, hips still grinding down on him. The delicious friction of your bodies rubbing against each other is pushing both of you closer to the edge.
Your hips slowly start rocking back against him, fucking yourself onto his length as he thrusts up into you.
"Mhm..just like that." Hayden approved, a small huff escaping his mouth.
Hayden leans up a little bit, claiming your soft lips in an open-mouthed kiss and effectively muffling your moans.
His large hands on your backside keep you lifted and bouncing on his lap, the deep, slow rhythm hitting spots inside you that make you see stars.
With just a few more thrusts, both of you are finishing, riding out your orgasm together.
Once you’ve had enough, Hayden slowly pulls out, causing you to whine at the loss of contact.
"Happy birthday to me.." He jokes.
"I’ll go get started on the pancakes." You chuckle, shaking your head in amusement.
In seconds you’re up and on your way to the kitchen, wanting to make this day even more special.
A/N: HAPPY BIRTHDAY HAYDEN 🥳🥳 Also I’m closing my requests for a while until I finish all of the other ones I’ve already started. Feel free to still ask but I’m probably not gonna answer for a week or two!!
Cookie Catastrophe
Anakin x f!reader summary: What happens when 3 idiots attempt to do anything includes: fluff, Ahsoka
The movie was barely halfway through and already forgotten. Ahsoka had sprawled herself across your couch like she owned it, feet kicked up on the coffee table, blanket wrapped around her shoulders, eyes locked on the screen while she absentmindedly munched on popcorn that was definitely going stale. You were curled up on the other end, half-watching, half-dozing, both of you too comfortable to care about plot holes or who was even winning the space battle currently unfolding in front of you.
The door slid open with its usual hiss and a very familiar sigh echoed through the entryway.
Ahsoka didn’t even flinch. “Took you long enough.”
You turned your head toward the door just as Anakin stepped in, looking every bit the exhausted Jedi Knight — cloak slung over his arm, tunic rumpled, hair a windswept mess like he'd argued with Obi-Wan and a sandstorm on the way back.
He blinked at the two of you, then slowly raised an eyebrow. “What... is this?”
“Movie night.” Ahsoka said without missing a beat.
“We do this now?” He asked, kicking off his boots.
“We did this the second you were late.” You smiled, shifting over so there was a spot for him on the couch — not that he ever asked.
He came over, dropped his cloak on the armrest, and collapsed next to you with a groan. “I thought we were doing dinner.”
“You were supposed to be home an hour ago.” You pointed out. “Ahsoka got here first. She picked the movie.”
“She picked this?” Anakin squinted at the screen. “This is garbage.”
“It’s fun garbage.” Ahsoka argued, grabbing a handful of popcorn and throwing a few pieces at him. “Shut up and watch.”
Anakin caught one in his mouth, chewed, then leaned his head back against the couch with a dramatic sigh. “I’m starving.”
“There’s leftover pasta.” You offered.
“Boring.” He grumbled.
“We could make something.” You said without thinking.
He turned to look at you, eyes lighting up like you just offered to smuggle him off Coruscant. “Seriously?”
“I mean, it’d be better than this movie.” You teased, already standing.
“I’ll help,” Ahsoka said, hopping up immediately, which made you pause.
“You helping me cook?” you raised an eyebrow. “Since when?”
“Since I decided I’m the only one here with basic taste.” She grinned, grabbing the blanket and wrapping it around her like a cape. “C’mon, I’ve seen how he makes toast.”
Anakin sat up straight. “That happened one time—”
“You set the toaster on fire.” You and Ahsoka said at the same time.
He pouted and crossed his arms. “It was defective.”
You shook your head, laughing as you led the way into the kitchen. Ahsoka immediately went to raid the pantry while Anakin trailed after you like a very tall, very clingy shadow. “Cookies?” Anakin offered.
Not twenty minutes later, the kitchen was in shambles.
There was flour on the floor. On the counter. Somehow on the ceiling. You weren’t even sure how that happened, but when you looked up, you saw a thin white smudge above the light fixture and decided it was better not to ask.
Anakin refused to follow a recipe. He was elbow-deep in a mixing bowl, dumping sugar in without measuring, claiming that he definitely remembered how to do it from the one time Shmi taught him.
“She told me to never let you near a kitchen again.” You pointed out, only half joking.
“She was exaggerating.” He said confidently, not even looking up.
You leaned over to Ahsoka, who was aggressively stirring chocolate chips into a separate bowl like she was trying to start a fight with it. “He’s going to burn them.”
“I give it five minutes before he sets off the fire alarms,. She grinned.
“Guys.” Anakin interrupted, brushing hair out of his face with a hand that was somehow now sticky with batter. “Trust me.”
You didn’t. But you also didn’t stop him.
Eventually, after a lot of arguing over oven temperature and cookie size, you managed to get the first tray in. Anakin shoved it into the oven like it personally offended him, and you immediately turned the heat down the second he looked away.
The second the cookies were out, Ahsoka tried to pipe little chocolate faces on, but her attempts at drawing droids came out…questionable at best. She held one up proudly. “This one’s you.”
You squinted at the lopsided blob. “That’s rude.”
“It’s accurate.” She smirked.
“They look cursed.” Anakin said flatly.
“They look like me.” You replied dryly. “Thanks.”
“They’re your kind of cursed.” Anakin said, nudging Ahsoka’s shoulder. “Which means they’re perfect.”
You rolled your eyes, but your heart was already melting.
When the second batch finally came out, but was burnt on the edges. The third batch was raw in the middle. The fourth one was passable—maybe a little too soft, a little uneven, but edible. Barely...
You all sat on the kitchen floor afterward, backs against the counters, cookie plates scattered around you. There was frosting on Ahsoka’s cheek, flour dusting the front of Anakin’s tunic, and a smear of chocolate across your own wrist. It was a mess. You were a mess. Everything smelled like sugar and chaos.
You took a bite out of one that looked the least disastrous, chewed slowly, and then said, “Not bad.”
“I’m a baking genius.” Anakin muttered, already half-asleep beside you, eyes closed and head leaned against the wall.
“You almost blew up the oven.”
“But I didn’t.”
“Because I stopped you.”
“Teamwork.” He said smugly, cracking one eye open to smirk at you.
Ahsoka groaned beside you. “I’ve never been this full and disappointed at the same time.”
You reached over and flicked a crumb off her forehead. “We should do it again sometime.”
“I’m pretty sure the kitchen needs to be exorcised before that happens.” She said, glancing toward the wreckage.
You laughed and leaned your head against Anakin’s shoulder. For a moment, no one spoke. The room was quiet, warm, full of the kind of soft peace that was rare in all three of your lives. Even with the mess, the raw dough, the half-melted frosting — it felt perfect.
Later, when Ahsoka was finally convinced to help clean (after threatening to leave five different times and Anakin bribing her with the last decent cookie), the three of you tackled the disaster zone together. Anakin kept licking the spoon and then pretending he didn’t, and Ahsoka kept flinging tiny balls of dough at him when she thought you weren’t looking.
It took a while, and the kitchen still looked a little haunted by the end of it, but you managed.
Afterward, when Ahsoka was heading back to the Temple, Anakin pulled you aside, still a little dusted with powdered sugar, his hand warm against your waist.
Trouble
Anakin Skywalker x f!reader sumary: You catch the eye of a handsome Jedi at your rather inappropriate job includes: SMUT , piv, slight praise, overstimulation(kinda), lmk if i missed something
It was no secret that The Republic was struggling. The pay for your old job was nothing short of awful and borderline embarrassing considering the media kept saying the economy was thriving.
You weren't exactly surprised-you were in the middle of a war after all. That's how you ended up where you currently are-at a strip club.
Was it your dream job? No, definitely not, but the money was there and that was your main concern. And to say it wasn't fun would be a lie, considering you only had to look pretty and flirt with men.
It was like clubbing and getting payed for it. And it came with perks-you could come in whenever you'd like and get free drinks. Definitely a win-win situation.
Tonight was no different. The lights were a strong, purple color, the club was full and loud. You were contemplating on leaving as you took another sip of your drink.
So I've already made about, what? 400 credits? That should be plenty fo-
Your calculations were interrupted by a young and very handsome man walking in. Judging by his looks-the dark robes and tall boots-he was a Jedi.
Suddenly, leaving without at least saying hi seemed like the worst idea ever. You finished your drink and quickly adjusted your hair and bra before walking over to where he was.
He stood at the bar, seemingly alone and lost in thought as he sipped on some ridiculously blue beverage.
Luckily for you, he noticed you walking up to him and shot you a smug grin before you ever reached him.
"Why hello" You smile when you're close enough to place your hand on his shoulder. "You look lost." You tease.
"I'm doing just fine sweetheart." He chuckled, leaning into your touch. "You got a name?"
"Well you could call me trouble." You joked.
Thank gods for your charm and wit because never in your life would you be getting dicked down this good without it. It took you less than 15 minutes of shamelessly flirting with the boy, whose name you learned was Anakin, to get him to be all over you.
You didn't even ask, he offered, no-begged you to sleep with him with those subtle innuendos. Not to mention he payed way more than intended, what a gentleman.
This man was the definition of perfect. Everything about him seemed to be sculpted by gods themselves-the curve of his muscles, the line of his jaw, those beautiful eyes burning into your ass as he pounded into you from behind.
Tears were flowing freely down your face-not from pain, not from discomfort but the sheer pleasure and high you were feeling. If there was a perfect size for one's dick, it'd be whatever Anakin walked around with.
It was just the right thickness, not painful but thick enough for you to feel the familiar burn of being stretched out. It was heavy to hold too, your wrist was sore from stroking him earlier. The length? You didn't even care. More along the lines of, you couldn't-because his tip was pushing against your cervix with every thrusts, bruising it and making your head spin to the point where you couldn't think straight.
It wasn't all for nothing-he knew how to use both his cock and fingers. You could probably get off on them alone for the rest of your life and never complain. It's like he knew where to rub your spots for years, despite only knowing you for an hour.
None of your exes could've done this. Hell, half of them couldn't get you to cum. This was on a completely different level.
As if he couldn't get any better, he was vocal too. Not something extravagant but it was there and you could tell he wasn't holding back. The whimpers, soft grunts and puffs made you tighten and flutter around him.
This was borderline dehumanizing-the sounds, the way it felt, the way it happened.. It had you rethinking if this maybe was your dream job.
"That's it baby, come on.." He encouraged. "You got it, give me one more."
This wasn't the first round of the night neither. He ate you out mercilessly, then fingered you, splitting you in half while claiming he was "prepping you for his cock"
"Nghh, Anakin" You moaned, burying your face further into the silky pillow, smearing your tears and what was left of your make-up into it.
"You're doing so good, c'mon.." He huffed, pace not faltering for even a second. One of his hands was on your hip, repeatedly fucking you back onto him. The other hand was all over your ass, squeezing and groping your skin.
"Mmph..g-gonna cum.." You whine, biting down on your lip as the familiar warmth bubbles up in your lower tummy. Your pussy is squeezing him, serving as a constant reminder of your impending orgasm.
Anakin's breath hitches as he hears you whine, his hand tightening around your hip. "Fuck, yes." He huffed. "Let me hear you baby.."
With a desperate whimper, you convulse around him, unraveling before him for the 3rd time tonight. Anakin would't be Anakin if he did't fuck you through your orgasm.
He kept going at a slower, firmer pace. He wanted to prolong your pleasure for as long as possible. "Fuckk, just like that pretty girl." He hummed, his own orgasm approaching fast.
Withing seconds he was filling you up, his breathing labored and head thrown back. He slowly pulled out after a few shallow thrusts, still holding your hip as he caught his breath.
"Damn.." He let go of you and plopped down on the bed next to you. Your hips were twitching, your body clearly still sensitive from the intense love making just seconds prior.
"You did so good f'me." Anakin mumbled as he sat up. You sat up too, looking up at him as he got dressed.
"I'd stay for cuddles but I have training first thing tomorrow morning." Anakin joked, zipping his trousers up.
You chuckled, shaking your head. "Well good luck, Jedi Knight."
"Master." Anakin corrected you, shooting a playful glare your way.
"Master." You correct yourself as you stand up.
"I hope we could continue our..business in the future." Anakin said as he put on his robes, watching you slip back into your lingerie. "I plan on coming back."
"I'd say we could, it was quite the pleasure doing business with you." You teased as the two of you walked out of the room and back into the club.
"Have a good night." He smiled softly-a genuine, warm smile before kissing your cheek.
You watched him leave, staring at his broad shoulders and confident step, hoping, praying that he would return to the club. To you.
A/N:I'm genuinely begging you guys to request something i have no ideas but I've been wanting to write lately. Also I changed my whole color theme lol
Lifeguard!Anakin x reader summary: Anakin can't help but notice you mid-shift. includes: fluff
Getting payed to stare half-naked girls all day and show off his muscles? That's how Anakin knew he found the perfect summer job. Despite it being against his will.
Shmi's nagging and pleading seems to have payed off because now he’s stuck up on his lifeguard chair in red swim trunks, spinning his whistle around his finger and brooding like a sun-kissed Greek statue.
Until you showed up, of course.
At first, you were just another person on a towel. A newcomer. Nothing to look twice at—except, of course, Anakin did. Twice. Maybe three times. Maybe he full-on watched you stretch out under the sun like you owned the place and tilted his sunglasses down just a little, pretending he was keeping an eye on the pool.
You didn’t come to the pool looking for a flirt war, but the universe had other plans.
Namely: Anakin Skywalker standing over you, shirtless, tan, and smug.
“Hey,” he says when he reaches your towel, his tone casual but somehow laced with amusement. “So, I’ve got a bit of a problem. I can’t reach my back to put on sunscreen. You think you could help me out?”
You glance up at him, surprised. Was he serious?
He grins, clearly enjoying the effect he’s having on you. “Don’t worry, I’ll make it worth your while. I’ve got plenty of charm to go around.” His voice has that playful, cocky edge to it that leaves no room for misunderstanding.
You smirk back, trying to act nonchalant, but there’s no denying he’s got confidence. “You can’t reach your own back? You’re a lifeguard, don’t you have, like, superhuman strength or something?”
Anakin lets out a soft laugh, leaning in just a little bit closer. “Superhuman strength doesn’t exactly help with sunscreen application.” He pauses for a moment, eyes twinkling behind his sunglasses. “But I’ll be honest, I’m just looking for an excuse to get a little closer to you.”
Your eyebrows shoot up at his forwardness. Was he really pulling that card?
You take a beat, then reply with a raised eyebrow. “So, this is a pickup line, huh?”
He shrugs, the grin never leaving his face. “Why not? I’m just a guy in need of sunscreen... and a little company.” His tone is light, but there's that hint of cockiness, like he knows exactly how to make the situation work in his favor.
You snort, amused by his cocky attitude. “Alright, alright. You’ve got me.” You grab the sunscreen and stand up, motioning for him to turn around. “But don’t get too full of yourself. You’re lucky I’m in a good mood today.”
Anakin turns, still grinning. “I knew you’d come around.”
You roll your eyes but can’t suppress a smile as you begin applying the sunscreen to his back. It’s impossible not to notice the way his muscles shift under your touch, the heat of his skin against your fingers, and the way he seems completely at ease with the situation. You don’t rush, taking your time as you spread the lotion evenly across his broad back.
He sighs in mock satisfaction. “Now this is the life. You’re a natural.”
You can’t help but laugh. “I’m just doing what’s necessary. Don’t get any ideas.”
He glances over his shoulder at you, giving you a teasing wink. “Oh, I’ve got plenty of ideas. But let’s not rush things.”
“What's your name, sweetheart?” He asked, resting his hands on his hips.
“Y/n.” You answer. Finishing applying the sunscreen, you step back step back, admiring your work. “There. Now you won’t burn to a crisp. But I’m not your personal sunscreen assistant, so don’t get used to this.”
He turns to face you, his eyes glinting with that trademark cockiness. “Oh, I wouldn’t dream of it. But you know, if you’re ever in need of a lifeguard to help you out, I’m your guy.”
You laugh, shaking your head. “Sure thing, Skywalker. I’ll keep that in mind next time I need saving from a sunburn.”
He flashes you another grin. “I’ll be waiting. And hey, if you ever want to grab a drink after this, I’m all for it.”
“You asking me out?” You tease, tilting your head.
“Why not? I think we’d have a good time. And I promise, no more sunscreen requests. Just some drinks and good company.”
You’d be lying if you said you weren’t intrigued. “You’re bold, I’ll give you that.”
“Is that a yes?”
“Maybe..” You reply.
“So, yes?” He grinned.
“Finee.” You caved, groaning jokingly.
And just like that, an hour later, you were in a random cafe down the street.
“You know, you’re not as easy to impress as I thought.” He leans a little closer, his voice quieter now. “But I think that’s exactly why I like you. You don’t fall for the usual lines. You keep me on my toes.”
You pause for a moment, studying his face. It’s strange, how this guy—who’d seemed like nothing but a cocky lifeguard—has now completely shifted your perspective.
“Yeah, well, it’s gonna take more than a couple of sunscreen requests to win me over,” you say, your tone light but with just a touch of sincerity.
He smirks, but there’s something more genuine in his smile now. “Oh, I’ve got plenty more tricks up my sleeve, y/n.”
You laugh, shaking your head. “Alright, Skywalker. I’m still not sure if I should be impressed or worried.”
“Worried? Nah. You’re safe with me.” He pauses, then adds with a grin, “Besides, I’m way too charming to be a threat.”
He had you swooning before your 'date' was even over. You realized Anakin had expertly wrapped you up in his world without you even noticing it. It was so bad you actually ended up making out with him just few blocks away from your house when he was walking you home.
Maybe lifeguards weren't so bad...
Sorry this is so rushed and random but I've been trying to get back into writing. I've been pretty busy and unmotivated lately so sorry about that lol. Any requests would be appreciated <33
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Thank you so muchh❤️😭 This means a lot I’ve been so unmotivated lately I have NO ideas
Med bay shenanigans
Anakin Sykwaker x nurse!reader summary: Anakin seems to stumble into the med bay way too often.. includes: fluff
Anakin limped into the med bay with a dramatic wince, his right hand holding his left shoulder. You glanced up from your work, already rolling your eyes internally.
“Master Skywalker,” you greeted him, trying to keep a neutral expression. “What’s going on this time?”
Anakin gave you a pained look as he approached. “It’s bad, Y/n.” He said, wincing again for emphasis. “I think I’ve really done it this time. I can barely move it.”
Anakin was so over the top about it, and you’d seen him do the same thing too many times before. He was obviously faking it, but you decided to play along.
“Again? You’ve been here, what, three times this week already?” you asked, raising an eyebrow. “Alright, let’s take a look then.”
Anakin carefully lowered himself onto one of the beds, his face twisted in discomfort, though it didn’t quite match his easy movements. He started to shrug off his robe, then tried his best to pull his shirt off without blowing his cover.
Nobody asked him to take any of his clothes off. Even if he was injured, he wouldn't need to do that.
He pulled one sleeve out before dragging the piece of clothing down his “injured” arm slowly, almost teasingly. You stared at him patiently, despite having a dozen other things to do instead of entertaining this behaviour.
You forcing your mind back to the task at hand. “Okay, let’s see...” you said, trying to sound professional as you gently guided his arm to examine his shoulder.
As your hands began to move his shoulder shoulder around, Anakin let out another exaggerated wince. “Oh yeah, it really hurts when I try to move it like this.” He said, his voice dripping with seriousness but not quite masking the playfulness.
“Hmm…It does feel a little stiff here.” You were teasing but kept your voice even and serious.
Anakin glanced at you, his eyes a little too bright. He leaned back a little, giving you the chance to examine him further. He lifted his arm slightly and flexed it—just enough for you to feel the raw muscle beneath.
“It hurts right here, too.” He added. “Can you feel that? Right there in my bicep. Maybe from all the training?”
You hummed, allowing him to place your hand over the tender-and completely fine-muscle.
“I see... Does this hurt too?” You squeezed his upper arm gently, pretending to give a massage of some sort.
He hisses dramatically, reaching over with his free hand to place over yours and stop the movement. He looks up at you with a Oscar worthy expression, full of pain and discomfort.
“Yeah..” He sighs defeatedly, shaking his head. “Feels a little hard, doesn't it?” He asks suddenly.
“Oh, yes, of course.” You nod, pretending to roll his shoulder around. You weren't stupid, you knew all he wanted was compliments on his physique. But hey, if that was gonna get him to stop disturbing your work-then so be it.
“Yeah, I'm glad we agree” He nodded again, pretending to think.
“I can't guarantee anything right now. I'll run some test and we'll go from there. You might need to lay off of training for a bit, just to be safe. You don’t want to make it worse.”
His face immediately fell, and you could see the flicker of genuine concern in his eyes.
You nodded, but the tiniest smile tugged at your lips. "Yeah, you should take it easy. It’s better to be safe."
Anakin’s eyes darted around, and for a split second, you saw genuine worry on his face. He shifted uncomfortably. “Maybe some painkillers or-”
You couldn’t help it anymore. You grinned and shook your head. “You were totally faking it, Anakin. I knew it.”
His eyes widened in surprise, and then he deflated, his shoulders slumping in defeat. “Wait... you knew?” he asked, clearly caught off guard. “I thought I was being subtle.”
You couldn’t help but laugh softly. “Subtle? You’ve been in here more than once this week with a sore back, a bruised knee, and now a shoulder injury. It’s getting a little predictable.”
Anakin groaned, rubbing the back of his neck. “I just… I wanted to spend time with you.” He muttered, clearly embarrassed. “I didn’t think you’d catch on so quickly.”
You gave him a mock-serious look. “Could've just asked me out like a normal person instead of making a fool of yourself”
Anakin’s face flushed slightly, and he shifted uncomfortably under your gaze. For a second, he looked down at the floor, trying to hide the embarrassed smile tugging at his lips.
“Well, I didn’t think you’d say yes.” He muttered. “I thought maybe if I made it a bit… dramatic, you’d notice me more.”
You softened, a little more understanding now. You weren’t entirely surprised that he had trouble just being honest about how he felt. He always came across so confident, but underneath that, he was still figuring out how to navigate real emotions.
You gave him a pointed look. “You should probably start thinking of better ways to get my attention. I’m not exactly sold on your dramatic entrance.”
Anakin grinned, looking a little more like himself. “Yeah, I’ll work on that. How about a simple ‘would you like to go out sometime?’”
You couldn’t help but laugh, your heart warming at the way he was slowly letting down his guard. “That’s a start,” you said, giving him a playful nudge.
Anakin’s grin widened. “I’ll take that as a yes.”
You shook your head, amused by his persistence. “You’re lucky I like you, Skywalker.”
Babysitter
Single dad!Anakin x female!reader summary: After babysitting his kids for a while Anakin thinks he might like you more than they do. includes: fluff
It started with a favor.
Anakin Skywalker wasn’t the kind of man to ask for help, but between work, responsibilities, and raising two wildly energetic children, even he had to admit he couldn’t do it all alone.
Anakin wasn’t expecting much when Obi-Wan recommended you.
“She’s very good with the younglings,” Obi-Wan said.
Anakin had narrowed his eyes. “Is this one of your schemes?”
Obi-Wan had only smirked. “Just give her a chance.”
And that was how you entered his life—just a temporary solution, a babysitter for Luke and Leia so he could handle Council meetings, missions, and the endless responsibilities that came with being a Jedi and a father.
“Y/n showed us how to balance without using the Force!” Leia said one night, practically bouncing in her seat at the dinner table.
“Yeah!” Luke added. “And they said I might be a really good pilot one day!”
Anakin frowned, feeling an irrational surge of… something. “I told you that.”
Luke shrugged. “Yeah, but Y/n said it cooler.”
Anakin scowled. Ridiculous.
Then, it got worse. Because suddenly, everything was about you.
“Y/n would let us stay up later.”
“Y/n said that’s not how the Jedi Code actually works.”
“Y/n could probably beat you in a fight.”
“Can Y/n be our new mom?”
That last one had nearly made Anakin drop his drink.
And yet, somehow, he found himself putting up with it.
Because for all the ways you annoyed him—your smirks, your effortless way with the twins, the way you never let him get away with anything—he found himself looking forward to having you around.
A little too much.
It wasn’t just the twins, either. Ahsoka liked you. Which made things so much worse.
“She's great,” she had said one afternoon, using the Force to stack training remotes.
Anakin had glanced at her. “Who?”
Ahsoka blinked at him, unimpressed. “Seriously?” She scoffed. “Y/n, obviously.”
Anakin huffed. “You’ve barely trained with her.”
“I did actually. And, I don’t need to train with her.” She said. “She's cool. And she doesn't treat me like a kid.”
Anakin crossed his arms. “I don’t treat you like a kid.”
Ahsoka smirked. “You absolutely do.” Then, before he could argue, she added, “Besides, you like her.”
Anakin faltered. “I—”
She grinned. “You do.”
“Snips.”
Ahsoka laughed, hands on her hips. “When are you going to do something about it?”
Anakin groaned, dragging a hand down his face. “You and the twins are going to be the death of me.”
Ahsoka just smirked. “Not my fault you’ve got terrible game.”
It wasn’t dramatic.
There was no grand realization, no major moment of truth.
It was just… you. Sitting across from him late one night after the twins had gone to sleep, nursing a cup of tea, looking so at home in his space.
He should have been exhausted, but instead, he found himself watching the way the light caught the curve of your face, the way your presence settled something deep in his chest.
And just like that—he knew.
“I need your help with something,” he said, setting down his drink.
You raised an eyebrow. “Oh?”
He leaned forward, resting his arms on the table. “It’s about Luke and Leia.”
Immediately, your posture straightened, full focus on him. “Are they alright?”
He smirked. “They’re fine.” Then, after a pause, he added, “They just won’t stop talking about you.”
You laughed. “They do tend to go on.”
Anakin tilted his head. “So I figured, maybe it’s time I see what all the fuss is about.”
You blinked. “What?”
He exhaled, bracing himself. “Let me take you out.”
A slow smile tugged at your lips. “Are you saying you trust the twins’ judgment?”
“Absolutely not.” He huffed out a chuckle. “I trust mine.”
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