ofc this was supposed to be a drabble but i couldn't stop myself
Warnings: SMUT - thigh riding
Word Count: 1300
pls one chance mikey
she instantly took a liking to you the second you walked through the swinging double doors to the backroom and jimmy introduced you as the club's newest girl. it was the sight of your initial sweet smile that drew her in. it was untainted and hopeful and bright. it was clear to her that you were new to this industry.
so, ani kindly offered to help you out.
it started with you and her arriving early so she could teach you some moves, some of which she demonstrated on you. she could tell you were flustered when she grinded on your lap, her arms slung lazily around your neck and her breath hot against it as she explained each move.
eventually, she found herself waiting all day for your little one-on-one sessions. she was obsessed with toying with you.
she dragged her nails agonizingly slow against your thigh or allowed her knee to brush in between your legs just to watch your pretty doe eyes widen even more. and the way you kept your hands glued to your sides, afraid to move, made her laugh. she grabbed your hands and placed them on her body wherever she desired your touch.
your reactions were so different from every man who paid for her services. maybe she was just obsessed with you.
"aren't you just the cutest little thing?" she whispered in your ear once as she danced atop you, her lips ghosting over your earlobe in a smile.
then it progressed to you applying your teachings.
she's sitting in one of the stalls now as you climb onto her, straddling her thighs.
"c'mon, baby, show me what i taught ya," she says with a satisfied smile, leaning back in the chair.
you give her a nervous smile before you begin to roll your hips in time with the sultry music. her smile falters.
it's as if all the stiffness left your body and now you're as fluid as water as your back arches and your hands creep up her shoulders. you pull her chest into yours and dig your teeth into your bottom lip like you've been doing this for years. you're almost too good.
you look up into her eyes with a newfound confidence. suddenly she understands how you felt all those times when she was on top of you.
"'m i doin' okay?" you mumble, breath fanning across the tip of her nose. you must have already known the answer from the dumbfounded look on her face.
she's about to respond before you grab her wrists and guide her palms to your near bare ass. you hold her hands there for a moment before letting go. her hands stay glued to your skin.
"fuck," she sighs, the word escaping her uncontrollably. she has a better understanding of why men pay so much money for this. "you're doing so good," she practically groans, her eyes intently following each roll of your body. her acrylics dig into the skin of your ass before her hands roam comfortably along your thighs, exploring new territory.
you smile proudly, looking up toward the ceiling and exposing the expanse of your neck. you can tell she's enjoying this and she knows that you know she's enjoying this. she feels so helpless and out of control, like you're suffocating her in the best way possible. she never knew she could feel this way about a woman.
as much as she enjoys watching you bloom, she wants you under her thumb. she craves that control and seniority over you. she takes it back by grabbing your hips and pulling you against her thigh just as you roll your hips forward.
the strangled noise you release as your near bare pussy drags against her skin is enough to leave her smiling. it's noise of surprise mixed with unfettered pleasure. your head snaps back down to meet her eyes. she loves those adorable wide eyes of yours.
"you like how that feels?" she asks, hands holding you firmly in place.
"like" was an understatement. you felt like you were on cloud fucking nine, but you couldn't articulate that in the moment.
"mmph, fuck," is all you can say. your face is so close to hers you can practically taste her lip gloss. her lips part like she's already imagining kissing you.
you suddenly feel your core start to throb and leak. something that she feels too.
"i'll take that as a yes," she laughs, squeezing your sides.
your shame melts into desire as she guides your hips against her bare thigh again, making a habit out of it. your eyebrows knit in pleasure as you release a whine.
"fuck," she says as if she's the one getting off. "you're so pretty, baby," she says, forcing you down a little harder.
she brushes your hair back so she can whisper in your ear.
"y'know, i can feel your pussy soakin' through your panties and makin' a mess all over me," she whispers.
"ani," you moan at her words, which happens to coincide with your clit dragging nicely against her skin. you wrap your arms around her neck to stabilize yourself as you work with her hands and rock your hips back and forth.
"i turned you into a real fuckin' slut, didn't i?" she laughs, enjoying the contortions of your once innocent face. her brooklyn accent is intoxicating.
only thinking of your own pleasure, your hand creeps down to push your wet underwear to the side, allowing you to feel ani's bare skin on yours. she moans when she finally feels you.
"god, y'gonna do this for all your customers now? gonna ride 'em all like this?" she grins as you shake your head no.
she slows down her hands, ensuring that each drag of your clit is slow and hard, leaving you moaning like a bitch in heat.
"jesus," she says to herself as she holds eye contact with you. you look more beautiful than ever. she wants to kiss you so badly and the feeling is mutual.
"ani!" a voice suddenly shouts over the music. you instinctively jump and raise yourself onto your knees, one planted on each side of her thighs. she giggles at how quickly your raw pleasure turns into fright, like she's not at all scared of being caught like this. "get in here! customers are here!" jimmy yells, his voice growing closer.
she rolls her eyes and falls back in the chair, dejected. she looks back up into your still frightened eyes, her fingers lingering on your thighs. the last thing she wants is to leave you.
"we'll finish this later, princess, yeah?" she says, tapping your thighs, signaling for you to get up.
once you do, she notices the wet spot on her legs and the hem of her dress. she smiles to herself, knowing the smell of you will be stuck to her for the rest of the night.
"hey," she says, leaning forward and grabbing you by the thigh before you can scurry back to the dressing room. you turn and look at her, still startled by the interruption and a little agitated that you didn't get your release.
she likes this messier version of you. your hair's a little disheveled and the sweat on your forehead glistens in the club light. not to mention your now ruined thong. she hopes you have another one so your customers don't get the privilege of seeing you like this.
"you meet me right here after your shift, okay?"
she catches the little smile that creeps onto your face. she finds herself smiling too.
"i promise i'll give you everything that you need, baby. i'll be waitin' right here for ya," she says, patting your ass. "now, go make mama proud."
summary: your first time at a club and ani approaches you.
warnings: smut. 18+ pls. thigh riding, ani’s all big and bad until she wants to cum, bottom!ani, sex work, idk if theres more
a/n: had a request for anora a while back and i was waiting to watch the movie before i wrote anything for her bc i dont know anything about her but im getting impatient sooo
loud music, flashing lights, smoke. your first time actually being in a club and you didnt really know how to feel about it. your eyes raked over the crowded room, fingers wrapped around a cold glass you brought to your lips every few minutes.
“you ever been here before?” you turn your head to the voice, your eyes landing on the dark haired girl you had been eyeing for the past hour.
“no, first time,” you answer, bringing your drink to your lips. she smiles and your eyes fall to her lips.
“im ani,” she introduces, “its bit crowded in here, lets get a private room.” you let out a huff of air, lips pulling up into a smile as your eyes return to the large room.
“trying to get me to buy some time with you?” you ask and ani scoots closer to you, fingers toying at your shoulder.
“maybe i am. youre attractive, well worth my time,” her fingers trail up your neck before cupping your jaw, turning your head to look at her. “what do you say? am i worth your money?” you smile, leaning in closer to her.
“yeah, i think you’re worth my money.”
before you know it, the two of you are alone, her in your lap, dragging her lips up and down your neck. your hands find her hips, hers find your wrists, tugging them away. “no touching,” she whispers, voice seductive as she grinds against your lap.
you smile, holding your hands up innocently before putting them behind your head. “yes maam,” you whisper. a smile painting her lips as she leans in closer to you, lips nearly touching.
“good girl,” she whispers. your cheeks heat at the words, the way she says them, fuck. ani grinds against your lap, hips moving seductively against you. it takes all your power not to grab her hips and grind her against your thigh.
“youre so pretty,” you whisper, taking your bottom lip between your teeth. she felt so good grinding against you, you selfishly want more. “doin’ so good,” you mumble.
“dont talk to me like that,” she groans, cunt grinding lightly over your thigh.
“like what?” you push.
“like you want to fuck me.”
“maybe i do,” you lean closer, leg bouncing slightly as she grinds against you. “maybe i just want to guide you on my thigh, make you feel good,” you whisper. this is definitely not what youre supposed to do during a private sessiom, but neither of you could care less.
“mm, itll be extra,” she teases, bringing her hands up to cup your face.
“i dont mind paying more,” you mumble and ani smiles.
“good.” her hands find your wrists, tugging them to her hips. “then show me what you want.”
you drag her down against your thigh, flexing it to give her added pleasure. even through the many layers of fabric, you swear you can feel her cunt throb. “so fucking pretty, ani,” you mumble, scraping your teeth against her neck. you know better than to leave marks, her appearance is her work, you know better.
“god, bet you’d give me your whole wallet just to get me in your own bed,” she mumbles, her accent thick as her hips roll against you.
“maybe, depends on how this ends,” you mumble. ani lets out a shaky breath as you grind her down against your thigh a little stronger than the last.
“fuck,” she whines. “just keep going, fuck, please.”
“what happened to your little attitude? that little tough act, all for the money one?”
“shut up,” she spits, her orgasm slowly approaching.
you bounce your leg and ani’s head falls back slightly. “whatever you say,” you mumble.
“no, fuck, just keep talking to me.” you smile.
“and why would i do that? you just told me to shut up, didnt you? make up your mind,” you tsk at her, picking up your pace. “you look so good grinding on my thigh, ani,” you whisper. “bet you’d look better with my fingers inside you,” she whines,
she buries her face in your neck, lips pressing gently against your pulse point. your jaw clenches, eyes closing tightly as you try to gather yourself. you swallow thickly, “bet you’d look so good spread open f’me.”
“fuck, im so close, please,” she whines.
“yeah? gonna cum for me? gonna make a mess on my thigh?” she nods against your neck and you smile, keeping a quick pace against your thigh. “go on then, cum for me.”
and she does, her teeth digging into your shoulder as she does. desperate, breathy moans muffled into you. “yeah, good job, did so good for me,” you mumble, slowing her against your thigh.
you give her a few minutes to come down before asking, “how much to take you back to my place right now?”
Summary: You, a princess on a dark planet loyal to the republic, are kept under the watchful eye of General Skywalker for the night.
Warnings/contains: dom/sub! male, dom! fem, uses of hypnotism, choking, edging, teasing, stalking, rough sex, sex til exhaustion, proof read-- english is not my first language!
Word Count: 2.6k // More on my Master list!/ ko.fi tips
Twisting the silver rings on your fingers, you watched him pace below from the palace balcony. Silence, broken only by the wind and his footfalls. You placed the candle, from your side table, precariously on the balustrade. It fell, shattering with a sharp crack and splatter.
Your mouth was slick and pooled with saliva as you watched him; fascinated. “Who goes there?” You watched as he ignited his lightsaber. Something rather primal in you couldn’t help but tease him. You knew his heart raced with anticipation, craving adrenaline.
Yes, he was here to protect you for the night; reinforcements would come in the morning, but you weren’t thinking of that. Your focus on his shoulders as they raised and dropped, tense. “Damn.” He muttered, before he tossed the cracked candle into the crashing waves beyond the palace. Anakin had never actually met you, but he was given his orders, and he was never one to back down from such excitement.
This planet, consumed by darkness most days out of every cycle: it was fascinating. He relied on the force and torches around the palace to examine his surroundings. You were used to this darkness. Whatever race he was, you were unsure of; all you knew was that his eyes were much weaker than yours.
A few glimmers caught his eye. Up on the balustrade of your room, you draped over the stone rail. Moonlight caressed your tanned skin, jewels decorated your fingers and indigo dress; long, dark hair went over the rail as you relaxed your head against the vines.
His eyes bore into yours; a confused, yet hypnotized expression rid his face. Anakin’s eyebrows burrowed… Brown and violet, your eyes. His gaze went down your long hair, the curls lapped over each other.
His head lolled with confusion; he gripped the pillar behind him for stability, one hand on the hilt of his lightsaber. “Y- you’re…”
“Shhhh” You press a finger to your lips. He hadn’t noticed his steps-- right then left, right then left—carried by a greater force. “Come to me.” Your voice deep and feminine, curious yet perfectly sensual. By the time he caught up to his own movements, he stood near the top of the steps of your balcony.
“What are you doing to me?”
“Well, nothing.” You rose from the balustrade, your hair dragged behind on your dress. “You have a strong mind, General Skywalker.” He opened his lips to speak but you shushed him again. “Look me in the eyes.” He fought your gaze. “I am harmless.” Quiet harmonies from the whispering sea could be heard; your hand rose above the fresh wound over his right eye.
He exhaled roughly through his nose and dodged your touch. “I know that, Princess. However, I am-“
“Married?” You lifted his chin. The man fell into your observance; unable to pull from you. He nodded, “I don’t plan on making you an unfaithful man.” Anakin didn’t have the willpower to question your words as you lured him into your candle lit chambers. “I won’t be unfair General.” You broke your trance, peering from behind the translucent sheets that crowned the bed. However, his resolve remained unwavering: set on you.
He followed you around the various pillars in your large room, playfully spying on you as well. “So, is this a game you like to play?” He asked softly, matching your tone.
“I love games.”
“Is there anything you like more than playing?” He caught up to you, his back against the same wall. You nodded; his thumb brushed your full lips. “You look at me like you want to eat me…”
“I do.” Your tone was serious despite the smile on your lips.
“Curious…very curious.”
“You or me?”
He barely squinted, tracing the map of your curves and curls with his fingers. “What are you doing awake, Princess [Y/n]?”
“Watching you.”
“Am I that interesting…?” You shook your head. A charming smile on your face as you pulled from him, moving behind his imposing physique. “Hm.” He faked annoyance and folded his arms.
Your fingers pulled open his robes, watching as they fell. His breathing grew rigid as did his body. “If we spent the rest of this time…” When you reached the final layer of his clothes, he flexed his muscles, fists clenched. “…worshipping each other…” Your nails dragged from his chest down the trail of hair beneath his core. “Would you get in trouble?”
“I… um…” Anakin isn’t sure what to say. Your bluntness has rendered his brain to Jello for the time being. He stumbles over the words for a moment, trying to form a response, his face red. His heart is fluttering in his chest at the implications of your question. “Miss. This is forbidden. This is not the Jedi way.”
“Why?” You brought your lips to his neck, inhaling the sweat and sweet musk from his skin. Anakin swallows hard. His heart is thudding in his chest. He can hardly think straight with you this close. He glances down at your lips, then back up to your eyes, all while trying desperately to calm his racing thoughts.
“This…act. It creates ties.”
“As if you don’t have sex with your wife…”
“Tsk, perhaps I am a virgin.” You only chuckled, “Sex could weaken me.”
“You underestimate yourself and overestimate the Force.”
He pulled from you; his lip tucked in a quick flash of anger. “Do not say such things! The force is---”
“I am well aware of what the force is. Come to me, Anakin.” Your fingers brushed his arm.
He sighed, a weak and desperate sigh. “Don’t- you can’t manipulate me.” Anakin whispered, nearly breathless.
“You’re right.” He picked his clothes from the floor. “You should leave those there.” His heart stutters in his chest as you say those words so bluntly. Without even realizing it, he’s moving forward on autopilot, pressing you against the pillar behind you. He stares at you for a moment, his breath coming in short little pants. He’s pretty sure you can hear his heart thumping against his ribs. His thoughts are still incoherent, but he’s pretty sure he knows what you’re talking about…
Anakin wraps his arms around you and pulls you closer, reciprocating your kiss, his senses going into overdrive. “Your taste…like nectar.” His thoughts are still muddled, but now they’re filled with nothing but you. He doesn’t care where you are. He doesn’t care what’s around you. All he cares about is you. One hand runs up your back, grasping desperately at the nape of your neck. The other grabs your hip, pressing into you.
“We can’t get any closer like this.” You pull at the knot that kept your breasts together.
Quickly, he pulled the dress off your body, careful of your hair. He presses his body into you, still desperate for more contact. He slides his hands up your thighs, pushing them apart ever so gently so he can slot himself in between. His breath hitches in his chest as his hands explore the bare skin. He can’t remember the time he got so worked up from just the sight of someone. He leans down to kiss you again, his heart pounding in his chest. “God…you...”
Anakin moans softly into your mouth, his hands moving to stabilize himself on the pillar before the two of you moved to the bed. Every single nerve in his body is hyper-aware and hyper-alive, consumed with sensation. Everything is just you, and he loves it. He can feel your legs trembling as he slips into you. It sends a shiver down his spine. He lets out another gasp, his hips moving forward to press into you as he begins to feel a tingle building in the base of his stomach.
He takes your chin in his hand, tilting your head back so he can look you in the eye as he rocks his hips into you, making sure to brush against you in just the right way every time. “H~ how do you~ know this?”
His breathing is coming in short pants, the feeling of you around him driving him crazy. Every time he presses into you, he’s rewarded with a little gasp from your throat, and it makes him want more. The sound of his skin on yours is somehow the only thing he can hear in the silence. It’s almost too intense. His heart is pounding wildly. “I’m a virgin, remember?” A smirk quickly faded; his groans only echoed with yours in the chamber.
A little smirk curls his lip as he moves his hips into you deeper at your words. He can tell he’s hit the right spot, his motions quickening just a little in response. His breath is ragged, a soft gasp escaping his lips every few seconds as his eyes look up and down your body, taking it all in as he holds your face with his hand. “A- Anakin~”
Your moans of his name make his breath catch in his throat. He moans in response, his breathing becoming more erratic as his movements quicken. He lifts your legs and places them on his shoulders, holding your body steady as he sinks deeper. Every movement threatens to drive him over the edge. You’re so warm. So soft. So tight. He can’t get enough of you. His hips rock into you, repeatedly, his eyes closed, his breath coming in soft pants as he tries to hold himself back. He’s starting to feel that warm, fuzzy feeling in the pit of his stomach.
“I’m cumming, Anakin.”
His breath catches in his chest as he feels you squeeze around him. His thoughts are going haywire. He’s pretty sure he’s going to lose it, but he holds his hips steady, wanting to make sure you get what you need first. “God…me too.” Anakin moans softly, his body trembling with the effort of holding back. He’s close. It’s almost too much.
“Don’t cum yet.” To feel you squeeze him like that, to hear you beg him to wait… it’s almost enough to send him over the edge.
“I’m… trying… but if you keep squeezing around me like that… I won’t be able to…”
“Really?” Curiosity flared in your eyes, sparking your interest.
A whimper pushes itself past his lips. He’s never been edged before. It’s like delicious torture. He stutters out a reply. “Y-yeah… I’m so close…”
You used your hips to guide his strokes inside of you, almost too slow for him to handle. He gripped the bed now, holding himself up with all he had; sweat covered your bodied, the sheets, like a wet mess. “I can feel you throbbing, baby.”
Anakin moans in frustration as you slow your movements, his hands squeezing your thighs as you guide his strokes. It’s like sweet agony. He’s so close, but you’re keeping him from his peak. He can feel it building in his stomach like a tightly coiled band. “Ugh… please… you’re going to drive me insane. ”
“Feel every wall of my pussy.” His hips trembling with the effort to keep moving. You’re guiding him, but he’s still in control of his own hips. He lets out short little pants, his vision going a bit fuzzy at the edges as he tries to stay focused. His breath stutters in his chest, his hands squeezing a little tighter on the sheets. “Choke me.”
Anakin moans out in surprise as your words pierce the atmosphere. He’s not expecting to hear that in response to anything… ever. There’s a part of him that wants to argue, but before it can reach his mouth, his hands have already moved to your throat. His fingers wrap around your neck, squeezing ever so gently. It feels strange to be doing this, but your words are so commanding, it’s almost like his hands have a mind of their own. His grip tightens slightly, he’s still buried inside of you. Upon seeing your breasts heave and your lips spread from the force of his metal arm, he began to understand why you wanted such a thing. “You like to struggle, beautiful?”
“Yes.”
“Is there…something you want to ask me?” He said through pants.
“Cum…in me.” His breathing turns to deep huffs. It’s like the words send something into overdrive. He’s not thinking about anything else. His fingers wrap around your throat just a tad bit more, and the pace of his thrusts begins to pick up.
His expression is strange, almost like he’s in trance. It’s like he’s acting on instinct, following a set of invisible instructions. There’s no way it could be anything other than the fact that this feels way too good to him for him to think about anything else. He’s silent for a moment, but the sound of his harsh breathing and the creaking of the mattress is enough to drown it out. He presses his body against you, his grip around your neck getting just a bit tighter.
Your weak legs tremble on his shoulders, unable to keep still. Your hands reached for his hips, pulling him into you. “Please cum in me.” He moans in response to your gesture, still rocking his body forward. He’s so close. Every movement of his hips feels like electricity coursing through his body. His thoughts are fuzzy and incoherent, consumed with the overwhelming feeling of being buried inside you, surrounded by you. He’s pretty sure he’s still holding your neck, but he can’t seem to focus on anything other than the feeling of filling you, pounding your tight pussy until it was red-- and it’s making him lightheaded. The rest of the room seems fuzzy, as he loses himself in how good you felt.
Hot ropes of cum shot deep inside of your pussy. Anakin moans involuntarily, his hips rocking forward until his body is fully against yours. His hands release your neck, as he lets out a soft gasp. He’s so overwhelmed that his eyes squeeze tight, his fingers clinging at your hips instead. Everything is a little fuzzy, his breath coming in fast, shallow pants, his brain swimming as he’s overwhelmed by the feeling of you around him.
It feels like every thought in his head is just focused on the feel of you enveloping him fully. He’s so overwhelmed that it feels like he’s floating, almost like he’s on another plane of existence. Maybe it’s not the most poetic thing to say, but he feels like time has stopped. There’s no sound, no sight… just the feeling of being enveloped completely by you. And it’s so good that he’s afraid to come back down, afraid to come back to reality. It’s the only thing he can focus on, and it’s so intense that it almost hurts. As his breath comes more slowly, he slowly opens his eyes, gaze slowly coming into focus as he looks up at you. He’s completely boneless, still buried inside you as his hand shakily moves from your hip to push his sweaty hair away from his eyes. His breathing is still heavy, but he still has the presence of mind to look up at you.
You gently laid him down beside you with whatever strength you had.
Anakin looks up at you, his eyes slightly out of focus. He’s pretty sure he just experienced the most intense thing of his life. He’s barely able to string a sentence together at this point. At your words, he seems to regain some of his senses, his thoughts still too fuzzy to really process your question. He stares blankly for a minute, his brain swimming in a sea of hormones and pleasure. He swallows nervously, licking his lips, somewhat embarrassed for you to see him this way.
“You’re adorable.” You whispered.
He swallows hard, his thoughts still swimming in a soup of sensations. He’s pretty sure his body’s made of jelly at this point. You’ve reduced him to a trembling, incoherent mess, and he’s not sure if he can recover from this anytime soon. It’s like you’ve left him completely boneless. A blush starts to creep up on his cheeks. A trembling little scoff sounds from his chest as he hears your words.
Summary: on a snowy day, the Dungeon has the day off. Ani, however, wants to have fun with her man and- when her man questions himself- she has to tell him that he is, in fact, a man.
The cold weather is nice, minus the fact that the Dungeon’s castle doesn’t have heating.
It gives you an excuse to stay inside, but you’re focused on your work. And it’s honestly too cold to stay inside.
You can’t wear a lot of layers since it hinders your range of motion so your chest is, sadly, fairly obvious. Your clothing is snug, something most Dungeon members must do, and highlights your more feminine features.
It. Sucks.
Thankfully, today, everyone has a day off. The snow is too thick and the visibility is too low. Lord Zalgo doesn’t want anyone getting hurt or lost.
Even if the castle doesn’t have heat, it does have electricity and you have a plug-in space heater.
You glance at the window, and notice a figure skipping about.
You rush outside, weapon in hand, only to find… Ani.
She is a winter spirit. So it makes sense.
You just weren’t expecting to see her being so playful.
She notices you, and pulls you by the wrist, “Hey! Come on!”
“Uh, what is happening?”
“Snow!”
“I see the snow…”
“You uh,” she looks down, blushing, “wanna go skate?”
You look at her with a puzzled expression, “like ice skating?”
She nods.
“Where would we even do that?”
She giggles and pulls you along, sliding along the snow. She’s a spirit, so gravity an only pull her down so far. It makes her light enough to move along the ground as if it were ice.
Once she stops, you see a small lake connecting to a river. It’s completely frozen over.
“C’mon!”
You laugh as she starts to skate, spinning and twirling ‘til her heart’s content.
“Are you not gonna join me?”
You pause for a moment, your real answer will likely offend her, so you stammer a bit.
“I don’t have skates.”
She giggles and her top set of eyes narrow. A few flicks of her wrists later, and there are makeshift blades on your boots made of ice.
You stare in shock for a moment.
How the hell did she do that?!
She smiles and laughs so hard she hovers while clutching her stomach, “the cold gives me a bit more power than normal!”
She grabs your wrist, “now come skate with me, handsome!” She leaves you no choice as she pulls you onto the lake with her.
You’re awkward and unsteady on the crisp ice, but she guides you through.
“It’s fun, right?!”
You hesitantly nod, and she slows you both to a stop.
She cups your face, “what’s wrong? Are you not having fun? We can go inside if you want.”
“It’s just that,” how can you frase this to not make her upset, “this kind of stuff is for girls. I’ve been trying to make people see I’m not a girl and this doesn’t help.”
She pouts, “my dear snowflake, you do know that there are figure skaters that are men, right? They do it professionally!”
“But they are cis. They can get away with it,” you bring your hand to hers, joining on your cheek, “I’m not. I can’t.”
She pushes back, taking you with her across the lake, making you spin her. It’s an odd dance that she forces you to do.
While she’s pulled to your chest she whispers, “bullshit.”
It catches you off guard, Ani never swears. She has you spin her back out and you continue your frozen waltz.
“I don’t know what toxic podcasts you’ve been listening to,” you crack a smile and she snickers in response, “but doing something for girls is more masculine than anything.”
You raise a brow as she dips into your arms, “it means you’re sure in yourself and your identity.”
She spins fast, pulling her arms up and then pushing down. She straightens and wraps her arms around your neck, looking like a graceful goddess born from snow and ice and the being of winter itself.
“And it shows that you are a man despite what anyone else thinks.”
You blush a bit as she pulls her face closer to yours, “and best of all?”
She pulls you into a soft kiss, full of love and adoration, “you’re my man.”
huuuugee shout out to @mmeskywalker that helped me a lot in so many things!
"I wish you were real" she said, tearing her eyes away from his figure to see the radiance of the glowing creatures in the sky
He sat quietly
How could he now sit quietly? Nothing to answer, no words as sweet as honey, breaking off their existence in a snatch of desires?
Only silence, her and him. But sometimes silence is more than an awkward atmosphere, filling your lungs with a sense of helplessness and unease. Silence is magic, magic of most unspoken words, suppressing their outburst to enjoy the moment. Because both sides know what they want to say to each other, they know what they will hear in the cross-section of such a close acquaintance, so close, connecting and distancing feeling as love
A light touch, a light stroke of the tip of his metal hand showed the consistency of the situation. He didn't say anything, just stared at the stars with his eyebrows raised slightly, as if wishing it was different. For her and for him. For them
A/N: Supposed to be posted tomorrow, but my finger slipped... Please pretend for me!
Part One Part Two
It had been a few weeks since the soulmate ceremony, and every minute was amazing. Obi-Wan had decided to stay with you until he had to return to the Jedi Temple. He did have a few missions he could complete on your planet, and so he was out for most of the day, but you always spent the nights wrapped in his arms.
One day, he pulled out a ring.
“Y/N, make me the happiest man alive. Will you marry me?”
You gasped, although you knew it was coming, and agreed, letting him slide the ring onto your finger.
Eventually, Obi-Wan could push it off no longer, and he was forced to return to Coruscant. You packed your bags, said your goodbyes to family and friends, and followed your fiance onto the ship.
It had been a month since then. You found yourself lounging on the couch, reading something you quickly put down as Obi-Wan entered the room after a day at the Temple.
“Obi-Wan,” you greeted happily, kissing him lightly. He smiled.
“Hello, love. How was your day?”
You both launched into explanations of your days. You had spent your day off from work at home and had had a few disasters while trying to cook dinner. He chuckled at your tales, although his stories were much more exciting. You were startled to discover that every time he mentioned his Padawan, Anakin, your face lit up, you leaned forward, begging for more information. Obi-Wan noticed the way your eyes brightened when he spoke of Skywalker.
“Would you like to come to dinner with me?” Obi-Wan finally asked. “Anakin and Padme have invited us to come with them tomorrow night to a popular restaurant.”
You nodded eagerly, at the thought of seeing Anakin, and at spending the night with Obi-Wan. “Of course! The two of us haven't been out in so long!”
You kissed him, determined to show him you were loyal to him and only him. Obi-Wan hesitantly kissed back, grinning.
…
“Wow, it's lovely here,” you commented, looking around the large Temple in awe. Obi-Wan smiled, lacing his fingers with yours.
“I'm so glad you like it.”
You bit back a smile as Anakin, hand-in-hand with Padme approached.
“It's a pleasure to see you again, Y/N,” Anakin greeted, grinning.
“It's so nice to finally meet you, Y/N,” Padme said kindly, extending her hand. You shook it with a smile.
“Likewise.”
You smiled at them one last time before letting Obi-Wan lead you along, though your thoughts lingered on Anakin.
…
“Have you thought about me as much as I have thought about you?” Anakin whispered in a hushed voice. You studied him, eyes narrowing.
“Pardon?”
He groaned, running a hand through his hair, splaying the brown strands everywhere. “Do you love me, Y/N?”
“What?” you said, shocked.
“I said do you love me,” Anakin said slowly, putting his hands on your shoulders. “Because goddamnit, Y/N, I love you.”
“No,” you said softly, after a hesitation. You pulled away. “You aren't my soulmate.”
“That doesn't mean crap!” he exclaimed. You shook your head.
“I am loyal to my fiance, Anakin. I suggest you do the same for your wife.”
With that you left, hoping that leaving behind Anakin would leave behind your feelings for him as well.
…
“You love her.”
“Padme-” Anakin began, his eyes widening, but she stopped him.
“We will keep up our marriage for sake of appearances, Ani, but you are welcome to be with her.” Padme sighed, turning back. “I love you.”
“I wish I could say the same,” Anakin said truthfully. Padme nodded, staying strong, and left the room. A few moments of shock passed before he darted not after his wife, but towards Y/N.
“Y/N!” he shouted, running into the room, only to find Obi-Wan and his crush kissing on the bed. They turned to him, blushing.
“Anakin!” Obi-Wan said nervously, rubbing the back of his neck as Y/N tried to smile.
“Hey, Ani,” she said awkwardly.
“Can I- talk to you along?” Anakin asked slowly, looking at the young woman. She paused before nodding, separating from Obi-Wan, and following him into the hallway.
“Padme says I can be with you- we can be together, Y/N!”
Y/N frowned. “I told you no, Anakin! I said I'm not betraying Obi-Wan like this! He is your Master- do you have any respect for that?”
Anakin scowled. “When have the rules ever stopped you before, Y/N? Come on, be with me!”
You bit your lip. Obi-Wan and Anakin were different, and so they had both captured your heart in different ways. Obi-Wan was the quiet, calm you needed to settle your emotions, the one person who could comfort anyone and make them feel calm. The kind, gentle man who wouldn't do anything to hurt you. But Anakin was passion. He might hurt you, but it might be worth it. He was fire and excitement and a little bit of danger. He was forbidden and exciting. He was the passion you needed in this otherwise dreary life.
“Anakin-”
“Please, Y/N,” he begged. “I just ruined my relationship with my wife. You are all I have left.”
You chewed your cheek before responding. “Anakin-”
OBI-WAN ENDING
“No. I am loyal to Obi-Wan and only Obi-Wan. I will not deny my feelings for you, but my feelings for Obi are stronger. He is my soulmate and fiance. I'm sorry, Ani.”
Anakin slowly nodded, backing away, his face red with shame. “Bye, Y/N. See you around.”
You turned around and saw Obi-Wan, who had listened to the whole exchange. He pulled you to his chest, embracing you and settling his chin on your head, his beard tickling your forehead, making you giggle.
“Thank you.”
“I love you, Obi-Wan.”
“Love you, too, Y/N.”
ANAKIN ENDING
“Yes. I will. I love you, Anakin, and I want to be with you.”
He hugged you, crashing his lips against yours. You gasped at the sensation of the kiss, unlike anything you had ever experienced before. It was passion and fire, just like him. You saw Obi-Wan out of the corner of your eye, saw him walk away, but you didn't care. You didn't really love Obi-Wan, only liked him, and you couldn't live with that fake love anymore. But Anakin-
This was passion. This was love.
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