I've been writing fanfiction for 15+ years, and have mostly posted here, and a little on Wattpad (Reading-aholic) but I also just got ao3 (peachesRpeachy). I mostly have written reader inserts, but I also have a long list of ideas that I think should have been Supernatural episodes, or things I would have liked to see done differently in Stranger Things, or what I wish happened with various ships. I hope to just do more writing in general, whether ship related, as a fix-it fic, or a reader insert. I love lots of fandoms so don't be surprised to see a wide variety from me. I'm also usually very busy with my family, so don't expect consistent updates either. I love writing though, so I will always return, even if posts are few and far between <3 Requests always open, though seldom noticed (sorry)
Moodboard for Chapter 1 - Don't Look Back of my fic on Ao3 Anywhere is Everything (with you)
in which Mike and Will decide to take annual vacations together, this first one being a camping trip! But things go awry when Mike gets them lost and Will gets triggered.
Okay I was gonna try and finish the entire fic and post it all at once (that way I could decide if I wanted to have the events told out of order just like in the movie or keep them in order) but I find myself getting so distracted by all the Byler variants that I might need the motivation to finish this fic and stay focused lol.
It's all perfectly plotted out I just gotta focus!
So here's the first chapter of Anywhere is Everything (with you). Based loosely on The People We Meet on Vacation
You share a hotel room with your best friend Robin on a band trip to NYC, and things get exciting.
Warnings:
Smut (18+), fingering, oral (both f receiving), underage drinking, reader is conflicted about her sexuality
Word Count: 3.2k
A/N:
I’m posting out of order, but here’s my second fic for The Twelve Days of Promptmas event by @littlexdeaths ! Prompt: “mistletoe mayhem”.
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The excitement in the air was palpable as the bus slowly made its way through the busy streets of New York City. Snow was falling outside and buildings were decorated with lights and garland. It felt like a winter wonderland.
“Holy shit,” your best friend, Robin, said, her face pressed against the bus window. “I can’t believe we’re actually in New York.”
You adjusted your clarinet case at your feet. You had spent weeks excited about this band trip, and now it was finally here. You couldn’t believe how lucky you were to get to visit the city.
The bus rolled up to the hotel - it was much nicer than you’d been expecting. The Hawkins High marching band filed off the bus, the band director leading everyone into the lobby.
If you thought the outside of the buildings were decked out for Christmas, the inside of the hotel lobby was something else entirely. Tinsel and garland spread around the large room with marble floors, a giant grand Christmas tree sitting right in the middle.
“Wow,” you whispered, taking it all in.
“This is so cool!” Robin exclaimed, taking your hand in hers. She turned to you, her eyes shining and a smile on her face. “I’m so glad we’re here together.”
“Me too!” You told her, squeezing her hand in return.
The band director began handing out room assignments and hotel room keys. You crossed your fingers you’d be assigned with someone you actually liked, since you weren’t allowed to choose.
When you were given your room assignment, you practically screamed in excitement. Robin looked over your shoulder, seeing you had somehow been paired together.
“Yes!!” She yelled, wrapping you in a hug. “I’m so fucking excited. This is going to be the best trip ever.”
You and Robin separated long enough to grab your luggage and instrument cases, then you were piling into the elevator with some other kids from band. You rode up to the 10th floor, walking down the carpeted hallway to room 1006.
“This is us,” Robin said, scanning the card and pushing open the door.
The room wasn’t big but it was nice. Plush carpeting covered the floor, a floral wallpaper on the walls. A king size bed sat in the middle of the room with a TV and mini fridge across from it. Two comfortable looking chairs sat in the corner with a table between. A large glass window covered the wall behind them. The bathroom was directly to the left of the door, a huge tub and glass shower inside.
“This is amazing,” you said, looking around your accommodation for the weekend. You and Robin stored your luggage against the wall and collapsed down on the incredibly soft bed, exhausted from the long ride.
After you both had a shower and ate dinner in the hotel restaurant with the rest of band, the two of you retired back to your room for the night. You were sitting cross legged on the floor facing each other, talking.
“So, I brought something,” Robin said, wiggling her eyebrows.
You raised yours at her. “What?”
She reached into her bag and dug around, before pulling out a bottle of tequila. “Ta-da!”
You laughed hard. “Oh my god. You did not sneak a bottle of tequila on our band trip.”
Robin smiled mischievously. “I absolutely did. Steve got it for us. Want to take shots with me?”
“Um, absolutely.”
Robin didn’t bring shot glasses, so you used the styrofoam coffee cups provided by the hotel. Robin poured you each a shot and you downed it, making a face.
As you drank together, you felt your cheeks flush, both of you feeling giggly and light. Robin had the cutest blush when she was drunk-
Wait, what?
You didn’t think about Robin in that way. You didn’t have feelings for her, she was just your best friend. You didn’t have feelings for girls in that way. Right?
After six shots each you were both pretty drunk, laughing and gossiping and talking about anything and everything.
“Oh my god,” Robin said, barely able to talk through her laughter. “So Steve starts flirting with this girl, right?” She gets lost in a fit of giggles again. “And the girl literally throws her ice cream at him!”
You busted out into laughter. “No way!”
“Yes! I swear to god!” Robin pours two more shots, handing you your cup. You both down them again.
“Oops,” Robin giggled as she spilled some of the alcohol down the side of her face.
You don’t know what made you do it, but you leaned in, licking the excess alcohol off her cheek. Robin’s eyes went wide as you sat back, and then both of you fell into another fit of laughter.
“You’re so cute when you’re drunk,” Robin said. She looked down at the bottle in her hand, like she was suddenly shy. Robin was never shy around you.
“You think so?” You felt like you looked like a mess. You were sure your hair was all disheveled, and you were dressed in your old pajamas, a t-shirt and pair of sweatpants. You definitely didn’t feel cute.
“Of course I do.” Robin looked back up at you. “Have you ever kissed a girl?”
The question caught you completely off guard. Your eyes widened, a blush creeping onto your cheeks. “No.”
“Would…you want to?”
You opened your mouth to answer, but no sound came out. “Uh…”
Robin immediately backtracked. “I’m sorry, I’m so sorry. Forget I said anything, I don’t know why I-“
“I would.”
Robin stopped cold. “You would?”
“Yeah…why not?” You felt your whole body blushing, feeling like your skin was on fire.
A smile spread across Robin’s face. “I got something else.” You watched her curiously as she dug back in her bag - pulling out a hanging mistletoe. “I snagged this from the lobby,” she admitted sheepishly.
You laughed. “Oh my god, you’re so cheesy.”
She smiled, holding the mistletoe above both your heads, between you. “Now we have to kiss. It’s the law.”
You couldn’t wipe the dopey grin off your face as you both leaned in. Your eyes fell closed as you neared Robin’s face, and then you were feeling the softness of her plush lips against yours.
She raised her hand to cup your cheek as you kissed, and it’s like the world fell away around you. You couldn’t think about anything but how her lips molded to yours, the way she smelled and tasted like her fruity bubblegum from earlier along with a hint of the tequila. Her tongue ran across your bottom lip, and you opened your mouth, your tongue meeting hers.
You moaned into the kiss, surprising yourself. Robin moved closer, her hand moving to tangle in the hair at the back of your head. You leaned backwards as she crawled over you, kissing you deeper.
“Robin…” you said, not wanting her to stop but feeling conflicted. You had never had feelings for girls before, but Robin was making you feel something you’d never experienced, and it scared you.
“What?” she asked between kisses to your soft lips.
“This is wrong…”
She pulled away a little, looking at you with concern. “How is it wrong?”
“I don’t…I don’t like girls in that kinda way…” You weren’t sure if you were trying to convince Robin or yourself.
Robin buried her face in your neck, placing a gentle kiss there. “You know it’s okay to like girls and boys, right?” She murmured into your ear. “If you want to do this, it’s okay. There’s nothing wrong with you.”
Her words made your heart race in your chest. You did want this, you knew deep down. You were just terrified. Robin pulled back again to look into your eyes, and you feared she could see the conflict in them.
“Seriously. It’s okay to want this,” she repeated. “But if you don’t, just tell me. It won’t change anything between us.”
You thought for a second. “I…I want this.”
Robin smiled. “Yeah?”
“Yeah.”
She leaned in again, slowly this time, and when you felt her lips pressed to yours once again, everything felt right. She kissed you with a passion you had never experienced from the guys you had kissed. You ran your fingers through her short hair, moaning into the kiss and not even caring anymore. She returned the moan, her tongue meeting yours again.
“Do you want to move to the bed?” She asked, breathless.
“Yeah, yeah that would be better,” you giggled. She helped you up and you sat down on the bed, Robin crawling back over you again as you laid back. She leaned over you on her left arm, her right hand trailing up your side and grasping at your breasts over your shirt.
As you made out, you got more and more turned on, wanting Robin to touch you everywhere. She must have had the same idea, because she began pushing your t-shirt up your body.
“Can I take this off?” She asked, reluctantly pulling away from your kiss-swollen lips.
“Yes,” you breathed out, sitting up to help her get the clothing off. You were left bare chested, and Robin’s eyes locked on them as you reached for her shirt to remove it as well.
You had never seen Robin like this. Your eyes went wide and you tentatively reached forward, grabbing at her breasts and rubbing your thumbs over her hardened nipples. She hummed at the feeling, her eyes falling closed.
“Have you ever done this with a girl before?” You asked.
“No, but I’ve always wanted to,” she admitted. “…Especially with you,” she added sheepishly.
You smiled back at her. “You’ve had a crush on me, Robs?”
She blushed, looking away. “Yeah, for forever.”
You placed your hand on her cheek, turning her head to look at you again. “I always thought you were beautiful.”
“Really?”
“Of course.” You leaned in to capture her lips with yours again. “You’re the most beautiful girl I’ve ever seen.”
Robin blushed even deeper. She looked so cute with her cheeks tinged red, her lips wet from kissing. Your kisses. You pulled her back for more.
Robin leaned over you again, kissing down your neck and chest until she was wrapping her lips around one of your nipples. You gasped, but it turned into a moan as she began to suck on it, running her tongue in circles around the bud.
“Robin,” you moaned, your fingers tangling in her hair again. She moved to the other one, sucking gently. Her hand wandered down your body to the waistband of your sweatpants. Her hand dipped beneath the fabric of your panties, and you gasped again as you felt her fingers against your clit, beginning to rub slow circles.
“Is that okay?” she whispered against your skin. You nodded vigorously.
“Yes, please don’t stop-“
You could feel her smile against the skin of your chest. “Can I take them off?”
“Yeah, yes,” you breathed, wanting more of the way she was making you feel.
Robin hooked her fingers into the waist of your pants and panties and pulled them down together, exposing you completely to her. Her eyes widened as she looked at you, and you suddenly felt self conscious.
“What?” You asked, hoping there wasn’t something wrong or that she found unattractive about your body.
“I just…” she started, eyes locked on your body. “I’ve never seen a girl naked in person like this before.”
“Me either,” you said, blushing slightly. “I feel like you’re overdressed, though.”
Robin giggled. “Want me to take these off?” She asked, hooking her thumbs into the waist of her own pants.
“Please,” you confirmed, and she slid the clothing off her body while holding eye contact with you.
God, she was even more beautiful like this. Seeing her completely naked had your heart beating wildly in your chest, and you couldn’t help reaching out to touch her, running your hands all across her smooth skin, her breasts, her ass, over her stomach and down to her core, running your fingers through her folds and feeling how wet she was for you. It was so much different than being with a man, you felt a little out of your depth.
But evidently you were doing something right with the way she closed her eyes and moaned, looking absolutely ethereal. She laid on the bed next to you and reached her hand over to do the same to you.
Before you knew what was happening, she pushed you over and was back on top of you, kissing her way down your body. When she reached between your legs, your thighs were trembling with anticipation - you hadn’t had many guys want to go down on you, usually they only wanted it themselves. But now Robin was placing kisses on the inside of your thighs before licking a stripe through your folds, causing your back to arch off the bed. “Oh!”
“Feel good?” she asked from between your legs, before licking over your clit.
“Fuck, yeah,” you said, voice breathless as you felt the most intense pleasure. Sex with guys never felt like this.
You could feel her smile, and she wrapped her lips around your clit, sucking gently before running her tongue around it again. You felt her finger at your entrance, and she pushed it inside, pumping it in and out as she ate your pussy eagerly, like she had been dying to do this for ages.
“Oh my god Robin,” you moaned, hands grasping at her hair. “How’d you learn to do this?”
She pulled away long enough to giggle - “Just a natural, I guess-“ and then she was diving back in. She licked at your pussy greedily, drinking in everything you gave her. She added another finger, pumping them into you and curling them up so they hit a spot deep inside you that had you seeing stars.
It’s like she knew exactly what to do to bring you to your high. You felt it building quickly, thighs trembling around her head as she lapped at your core, paying special attention to your clit. “Tastes so good,” she remarked, moaning as she ate your pussy. “Just like I always imagined.”
“Robin…I’m…”
She grabbed onto your right thigh with her free hand, squeezing it tightly as she buried her face in your pussy, nose pressing against your clit when she would lick lower before moving back up to suck on it again. She moved her left hand from your thigh and trailed it up your belly to pinch at your nipples. “Cum for me, babe,” she encouraged, pumping her fingers faster and sucking hard on your clit.
That pushed you over the edge and you came hard, holding her face to your pussy as you grinded against her tongue and moaned so loud you were sure your bandmates could hear on the other side of the wall. “Robin! Fuck, Robin, oh my god!”
She drank up your release greedily, riding out your high until you were so sensitive you were pushing her away. When she looked up at you, her mouth and chin were covered in your wetness. She collided her lips with yours and your tongues tangled together, tasting yourself on her tongue.
“That was so fucking hot,” she said, breathless. “I can’t believe we just did that.”
“Me either,” you giggled, still feeling light and bubbly from the alcohol. You grabbed her shoulders and pushed her over, an adorable squeal coming from her mouth. “Now it’s my turn.”
Her eyes were wide as you kissed your way down her body, over her breasts, licking over her peaked nipples as you went. You kissed down her stomach, goosebumps peppering her skin as you moved. When you were laying between her legs, you realized you didn’t exactly know what to do, but you were eager to try.
You took an experimental lick along her folds, tasting her slick on your tongue. Her pussy was already soaking wet from what you had done together, and she tasted like heaven. She moaned above you, hands tangling in the bedsheets. “Ohmygod, feels so good,” she said, which only encouraged you to do more.
You licked lightly over her clit, gauging her reaction. She arched her hips up, wanting to feel more of your mouth on her pussy. You obliged, sucking on her clit before licking between her folds. She tasted so sweet, nothing like you had expected pussy to taste, since most of the guys you’d been with had no desire to go down on girls. They were missing out.
You pushed two fingers into her hole, curling your fingers the way she had that felt so incredible. Robin tangled a hand in your hair with the other still in the sheets. “Good?” You asked her, and she nodded quickly.
“Yes, please please don’t stop,” she begged, body writhing beneath your movements. You didn’t dare stop, loving all the sounds you could pull from her as you devoured her just as she had done for you.
“I’m close,” she said, hand trembling in your hair, and you could tell she really was by the way she began to grind her hips up against your mouth, her moans becoming higher and more desperate sounding.
“Already?” You teased, before quickly wrapping your lips around her clit again. She let out a high “Oh!”
“You have no idea how turned on I was doing you first,” she admitted, her voice completely breathless. “Shit, I’m gonna cum, babe-“
You cut her off by sucking hard on her clit, and then she was practically screaming, calling your name over and over like a prayer, pulling on your hair and writhing beneath your mouth. You rode out her high, lapping up all of her wetness.
When you were done, you collapsed on the bed next to her again. You were both breathing heavily, in shock about what had just happened between you. You looked to the huge window at the side of the room, seeing the snow pouring down heavily.
“Wanna take a bath together?” You asked her, wiggling your eyebrows. You wanted to keep being close to her, didn’t want this to end and be a one time thing.
“That sounds amazing,” she said.
You ran a bubble bath for the both of you, sitting in the giant tub together. You explored each other’s bodies with your hands in the tub, kissing and laughing. That night you slept in bed together, cuddled close.
You were woken bright and early by the band director pounding on the door, and you groaned, your head aching from the alcohol the night before. The memories of what happened between you and Robin came flooding back, and you were suddenly terrified everything would be awkward now.
But Robin woke up with a smile on her face. “Hey, beautiful,” she greeted.
“Hey,” you said back, a nervous smile on your face. She reached over, grabbing your hand.
“I was thinking…” She began.
“Yeah?”
“Would you…want to be my girlfriend? Maybe?” She looked at you with hopeful eyes, and it made you feel warm in your chest.
“Yeah,” you said, squeezing her hand. “I’d like that.”
Summary: When Mike apologizes to Will on the tower, Vecna jumps at the opportunity to get into his head. Will then has to use a combination of his powers and The Cure's Just Like Heaven to bring Mike back out of the trance.
A/N: So I needed to write my own fix-it for that scene of Mike and Will on the tower. Crazy to think we wouldn't have even gotten the crumbs of that scene if Noah hadn't insisted. Anyways, this is my first time writing for Byler so I hope it's okay!
Will panted as he reached the platform where Mike was already standing, drinking from the water bottle.
“You want some?” He offered, extending the bottle to him.
“Yeah,” Will took a swig, his body clearly thankful for the hydration after climbing for who knew how long already. Careful not to drink too much so there would still be more for Mike, he handed back the bottle, and gazed out over the foggy Upside Down, still trying to catch his breath.
“Hey, um… what you said earlier… at the Squawk?” Mike started, delicately. “I’m sorry.”
Will looked at him confused.
“I mean, not sorry about what you said. That came out wrong.” Mike backtracked. Suddenly he realized his use of words on the subject. “Or, not came out wrong– f– Jesus Christ–” Mike stumbled. He knew if he was going to bring it up to Will, it'd require tact. Truthfully, he still didn't feel ready to talk about it with him yet, but he also didn't feel time was giving him much choice to wait. But maybe if he'd had more time to plan his words he wouldn't be failing so miserably right now.
Will chuckled. “It's okay.”
The sound of his laugh softened some of the anxiety Mike felt bubbling inside him. Will was good at making people feel better. But often at the cost of himself.
“No it's– it's not.” Mike corrected. If nothing else, he at least had to say this. It might be the only thing he was ready to admit, but he had been a shit friend and he needed to acknowledge that and apologize.
“I should've been there for you, and I wasn't. And, I guess I was just so self absorbed that I– I couldn't see it. I just I– I feel like an idiot and I'm–”
He thought back to how complicated things had felt, especially when Will and El had moved. How he'd been so focused on his own tangled mess of feelings, he hadn't really considered how it could have affected Will.
“I'm sorry.”
“You don't have to be sorry. And you're not an idiot.” Will encouraged. “You're not. It's just…" Will sighed. “I didn't even understand it myself for the longest time. I just… I think it needed to happen the way it happened. I needed to find my own way.”
Mike tried to process. He didn't need him. Will didn't need Mike to come to terms with his own feelings that he'd gotten so used to pushing away. He had said that his crush was ‘just his Tammy’ – whoever that was – and if Mike was right in thinking the crush was him, maybe he'd blown the whole thing out of proportion.
“But what matters is that, you're still here. And you, still think we can be friends.”
“Friends? No thanks…” Mike said. This was it, this was the time to say it. If ever there was. The pause felt so long for him as he began to panic.
“Best friends.” He quickly added with a smile.
Will smiled back at him.
Shit. No, this is fine. This is safe. This kept everything the same.
“All right, come on, we have a planet to catch.” Mike added, wanting to move on and hoping he looked as nonchalant as he imagined he should.
“Really? So, that's it?” Will said, still standing on the platform. “You're going to keep lying to me? To yourself? Even in the face of death?”
“What?” Mike climbed back down in disbelief at what he heard Will saying. Did he know? Could he see his panic? Did he know he wanted to be boyfriends, but he could barely even think it, let alone say it?
“You're too afraid, aren't you?”
Mike just stared in shock.
“You really think things can go back to how they were, but you have to realize they can't. You thought I could actually forgive you for how you've treated me? For leading me on? Lying to me? Lying to yourself?”
Mike swallowed hard. “No… no you can't mean that…” he hesitated before realization hit. “It's Vecna! He must have you again!”
“You're smart Mike… but not self aware.” The image of Will turned to dust as Vecna spoke only in his own voice now. It was like he was everywhere. Like his voice was the air. The wind began to blow against the tower as his all encompassing presence enveloped Mike.
“Even your dear sister was honest in the face of certain death. But you, Mike, are a coward. You're still lying to yourself. To your friends. To Will. But you can't lie to me.”
“Mike?!! MIKE?!!!” Will held Mike's shoulders, instinctively trying to shake him out of the trance. Mike's eyes were rolled back, he stood frozen next to the ladder as Vecna made his attack in his mind.
“How did it feel? To listen to his honesty? To hear him say everything you've never been brave enough to even admit in your mind?”
The wind blew violently and it all felt so overwhelming, almost like everything was spinning around Mike.
“I'm not scared of you!” Mike yelled back in defiance.
“You're more than scared.” Vecna’s deep voice echoed. “You're–”
“Terrified.” Suddenly Vecna's voice had turned into his own mother's. She stood on the tower in front of him, where Will had once been. The wind seemed to blow around them, but Karen Wheeler’s fluffy permed locks remained untouched as yet another sign of the unrealistic dream world.
He turned and realized his father was behind him on the other side of the tower’s platform, walking toward her.
“Every mother is terrified for the safety of their babies.” Her face was full of fear and emotion. “Mike… you know that there's a difference,” his mother spoke softly, cupping his cheek in her hand, “between being the kind of different that spends hours in the basement playing silly make believe games and–”
“Being a dirty fag.” His father finished. “It's only those kind of people that are getting the disease.”
Karen's hand snapped back, covering her mouth as she began to sob, Ted haphazardly put his arm around her waist.
Mike blinked.
“Not my little boy.” She wept.
When Mike blinked, he realized his mother was suddenly dressed in all black. They weren't on the tower anymore. They were at the cemetery. It was a funeral. His… funeral.
He watched as the very small crowd began covering the casket with dirt.
“If only he'd stuck it out with you, hey kid?” Hopper said to Eleven, as he walked away from the open grave.
El whimpered with tears, looking down at the casket. “You never loved me.”
“El! That's not true!” Mike interjected, feeling himself getting wholly wrapped up in the vision.
“You never said it.” She stated.
“Yes I did!” He argued.
Her gaze shot up from the grave and now glared into Mike.
“You never. Said it. Not in a letter. Not to my face. And not in the same way I meant it. And I hate you for it.”
“What?” Mike breathed, feeling as though the air in his lungs were being sucked out.
“You know I do. You know that's why I don't believe any of the bullshit you've been saying. Your three waterfalls. You can't even begin to picture a realistic life with me because you can't. You can't love me. You're not capable. You're–”
“Broken.” The word now came from Lucas, and Mike spun around to see him and Dustin behind him. They stared at him with such disgust it made his skin crawl.
“No–” Mike, tried to fight it, “no you– you don't think that. Will–”
“Isn't a liar.” Dustin said.
“Friends don't lie.” El joined next to them.
“And he never would have knowingly hurt anyone in the party, not like you did to him.” Lucas said.
“I– I didn’t know!” Mike defended, breathless. “I didn’t know…”
“You did. Some part of you always did.” Dustin said.
“GUYS! MIKE HAS BEEN TAKEN!” Will yelled into the walkie, one hand on the radio, the other hand still on Mike’s shoulder.
“What?!” Murray yelled back into the walkie in shock.
Robin, who had been just above Mike on the ladder, quickly climbed down, though there wasn't much room for the three of them on the same platform.
“Music! We need music!” She said, grabbing the walkie from his hand. “Vickie, go into the sound booth and get some music to play over the radio!” Robin instructed.
Back at the Squawk Vickie pushed Max into the soundbooth with her. “Uh— okay, w-what does he like???” Vickie scrambled in panic.
“No, no it's not the music. At least not really.” Max said to Vickie.
“Well, then what is it?” She asked.
Max paused. “Connection.”
Back on the tower, Jonathan, Nancy and Dustin have stopped climbing and are hanging above at one of the platforms as they process this new information over the walkie.
“He doesn't need him, I mean it's not like the sacrifices. He's probably just showing him something, like you, right?” Jonathan suggested to Nancy, hoping to help ease her worry about her brother's chances of survival.
But Nancy's expression didn't change.
“Max said it was me that she needed, not the music!” Lucas called to Nancy, now directly across from her and Jonathan on the other platform with Steve.
“Yeah, well I'm not taking any chances!” Nancy called back. “That bastard isn't getting any closer to either of my siblings.” She said to herself and took the walkie from Dustin's backpack to instruct Vickie. “Try something by that British group.”
“What, the Beatles?” Vickie asked, frantically searching through tapes.
“No, no– ah, what are they called?” Nancy tried to remember, knowing she was always hearing it through the walls lately. “The fix? The… antidote??”
“The Cure!” Said several of the others.
“Do you think, um, you can maybe see what's going on in there?” Robin asked Will, still standing above on the ladder.
“I… I don't know…” Will said, looking in fear at Mike in the trance.
“Honey, he needs you.” Joyce encouraged, also on the ladder. She'd been coming up just below them but couldn’t continue now that they were taking up the whole platform.
Will nodded. “I… I can try…”
“After everything, do you think we'd really want to be friends with a liar?” A voice came from the group of friends. Will stepped through the group. “Do you really think I actually want you as my friend anymore? After everything you did to me?”
Flashes of memories appeared before Mike as he recalled the many times he'd hurt Will. The fight in the rain. The airport. The rink. A part of him knew for a long time that his friendship with Will was different and more than friends were supposed to be. When he was younger he thought that was just how really special best friends were. But as he got older, and as things happened with El, he became more and more aware that the things he was supposed to feel with her, he felt with him. And the way he acted with him, he wasn't supposed to. So he tried several times to put distance between them. But it always hurt both of them too much. So he just decided to ignore it and go back to thinking it's just how best friends are. That was just how it had to be.
“You'll never be happy Mike. Not with El, and not with me.” Vecna said as Will.
“You– you don't think we could be happy?” Mike asked softly.
“As your fake idea of friends? Sorry, ‘best friends’?” He mocked. “Or as the fantasy you've been too scared to ever even fully look at.”
The scene in front of him suddenly changed to his basement. For a brief second, Mike felt relief in such a familiar, comfortable environment. But his heart dropped into his stomach as he saw himself with Will. Sprawled across the couch kissing passionately.
Before he even had a chance to take it in, he was alerted to footsteps approaching the basement door and down the stairs.
A horrified gasp. “What are you doing?????!” Karen came running down the stairs and pulled the two apart. Ted wasn't long after her.
“I told you Karen! Lonnie's queer has infected our son!” Ted yelled from the staircase before returning up the stairs, too disgusted to look back. “I'll call the church! Get him to one of those camps!”
Karen pushed Will back toward the wall. “Get out of my house. Now.” Karen said to Will. “You will never see him again, do you hear me?!”
“No!” Real Mike yelled out as the Mike in the vision was then dragged out by Karen. As his gaze followed them to the stairs, his attention was brought to the opposite side of the basement. Almost like through a portal, he viewed another version of himself. He was alone in his room, writing something. He looked older and wore glasses like his father. The painting from Will was still hung on the wall. Mike watched as this other version of himself looked at what he'd been writing, then at the painting. He reached for the phone, but put it down. It was clear he was still thinking of Will, but knew he couldn't talk to him.
“See Mike?” Vecna said, through the body of Will, who was still with him in the basement. “You're alone either way. Your parents could never love that version of you. And it's too late for Will to truly forgive you even as a friend. He will never love you. He will forget you. Because you don't deserve him.”
Mike stared at the basement floor in shame. He couldn't hold the tears back any longer and they slowly rolled down his cheeks.
“NO!!!!” Suddenly, Will looked stiff, and strained.
Mike glanced up in confusion.
“Mike! C–can you hear me???!”
“W–Will??” Mike hesitated, beginning to remember the reality of all of this. And was that… music? In the distance?
“Mike!!! Don't– listen to him– it's not– true!” Will strained with his powers.
Show me, show me, show me how you do that trick
The one that makes me scream she said
“But… you said I'm your Tammy, and although I'm not entirely sure who that is, I mean,” Mike sniffed, “I could tell it meant nothing. Just like a crush is nothing. If you even meant that it was me you had a crush on.” He groaned in embarrassment.
And I promise you, I promise that
I'll run away with you, I'll run away with you
“Such a stupid, thought. Crazy actually.” Mike said, humiliated.
“Mike–” Will paused, using all his strength to fight control from Vecna and control the vision himself. He took a step closer to Mike in the imaginary world. He reached his hand out to squeeze Mike's arm. “crazy– together.”
Mike looked deep into Will's eyes, knowing that he was really there looking back at him. Without thinking, he pulled him into a hug. The illusion disappeared, and Mike found himself back on the tower platform, still hugging Will.
Spinning on that dizzy edge
Kissed her face and kissed her head
“You've never been just a crush. I just thought it'd be easier if you were.” Will admitted, teary, still holding Mike in his arms.
Mike nodded, taking a shaky breath “It would. But I hate that.”
They both chuckled through the tears and pulled away just enough that they could see each other.
Why won't you ever know that I'm in love with you
That I'm in love with you
They looked longingly at each other’s lips, something that had become an all too familiar frequent pastime for both over the years. But this time was different. This wasn’t just another quiet moment together, or staring while the other didn't notice. For all intents and purposes, Mike thought, Will essentially just saved him from Vecna for the second time now. The first time with the demogorgon, Mike was so blown away and overjoyed for Will and his powers. But even amongst all the emotions, he managed to continue to restrain himself. But now… fuck it.
Whether it was meant as part of his apology, a thank you, or just his own impulses finally getting the better of him, Mike closed the space between them, taking Will’s face in his hands and colliding his lips against his.
You
Soft and only
Mike’s soft lips pressed hard against Will’s. He feared that if he didn’t take this at a running leap, it’d be a kiss forever waiting on his lips. Because of this, Will was so taken aback, his eyes didn’t even close at first.
You
Lost and lonely
Never in a million years did he ever expect his best friend to actually return his feelings, let alone act on them in such a way. It only took a second though for Will to catch up, part his lips and kiss back in spite of his surprise and inexperience. This was all he’d ever wanted and dreamed of forever, actually happening. Holy shit! How was this happening?
Will’s arms wrapped tighter around Mike’s waist, pulling him closer. He feared his heart might explode and that Mike must be able to feel how hard it beat against his own chest through their clothes. Unable to contain his elation, Will lifted him – with ease – spun them around and set Mike’s feet back down on the platform.
You
Strange as angels
Dancing in the deepest oceans
Twisting in the water
As if Will actually spinning them wasn’t enough, Mike felt dizzy between his racing thoughts and increasing desire. He tugged needily at Will’s bottom lip and was instantly granted further access to his mouth. Moving one hand from cupping Will’s cheek, to the back of his neck, Mike deepened the kiss. His hand then combed through his hair, noting how soft and smooth it felt on his fingertips. It’s not that he’d never known what Will’s hair felt like – Mike even thought back to a time when they were small, playing outside, and Will had gotten a bunch of leaves caught in his hair so Mike ruffled them out for him as they laughed about it – he always knew his hair was so soft, but he didn’t often get the luxury of running his hands through it like he finally did now. He wanted to ask if it was okay, but the noise that got caught in Will’s throat as he relished Mike’s hand in his hair seemed to answer for him.
You're just like a dream
You're just like a dream
Will felt like putty in Mike’s hands. His touch was electric and could ask anything of him and he’d happily oblige.
Short breathy gasps filled the space between each kiss as their mouths moved together with such coordination you’d think this wasn’t their first time kissing each other. It was almost like they already knew each other so deeply, that coming together was as natural as breathing.
Daylight licked me into shape
I must've been asleep for days
The music began to fade and Mike suddenly became aware the song couldn't just be playing in his head anymore. His gaze followed the sound over to Robin who was just above them on the ladder. Just Like Heaven continued to play through the speaker of the walkie while it looked like she was in the process of trying to get far enough away that they'd have a bit of privacy.
“Oh– god…” Mike stared at her in dread.
“Is it working??” Vickie asked, her voice nearly drowned out by the music.
“Uh, yeah! Like a charm.” Robin replied, smiling at the boys now and seeming slightly teary herself.
“Guess it didn't have to be connection like you thought.” Vickie said to Max, the two of them still in the sound booth.
“Or I guess Mike just really loves The Cure.” Max suggested.
“If you could maybe, not say–” Mike started to say to Robin but was interrupted at the same time as Will began to speak to her too.
“I guess this makes us even.” He joked, and Robin giggled, with a nod.
“What?” Mike asked, looking between the two of them.
Will gave Robin a look, knowing it was her choice to explain to Mike or not.
“Will saw me and Vickie making out.” She shared. “And, I'm also the one that told him about my crush on Tammy Thompson.”
Mike's eyebrows shot up as he glanced between them and made the connections.
“Oh!”
“Yeah, we're not alone.” Will said, happy to use the word ‘we’.
“So… you knew, before?” Mike asked Robin.
“Yeah,” she confirmed, even though Will hadn't said it to her in so many words.
“And you knew?” Mike asked Will, referring to Robin, who both nodded. “But nobody else?”
“Well, Steve too.” Robin added.
“Wait, Steve's gay too?! I thought he was in love with my sister?!” Mike exclaimed in total shock.
“No, no– I mean, at least not that he's said, although I wouldn't be–” Robin quickly cut her rambling off before she found herself saying too much like she so often did. “Never mind. I just meant I told Steve. About me.”
“Oh. Okay.” Mike said.
“Right?” Will said. “It's actually not as bad as it seems.”
“How's it going up there?!!” Joyce called from the platform below them.
“She was getting tired hanging on to the ladder so she went back down one.” Robin explained.
“Thank god,” Will said, “I would've died if my mom watched my first kiss.”
Mike and Will laughed.
“All good!” Robin called down to her, giving her a thumbs up.
“So… um… like… what does this mean?” Will dared to ask. He was afraid to know but he couldn't leave the question hanging.
“I… don't know.” Mike admitted. “Let's just get through today first, okay?”
Will nodded. “Yeah, right now things are kind of crazy.”
“But… crazy together?” Mike asked, meaning whatever crazy they would face, between Vecna, the end of the world, friends, family, whatever came up they'd handle it together.
softball player robin buckley x cheerleader fem reader
18+ ONLY MDNI
warnings: all characters are 18+, oral (f receiving), fingering, public sex, thigh riding, secret relationship, allusions to sex, bullying, mean!dom robin, little bit of mean reader, jealous reader
this is a collab with the absolutely brilliant @undead-supernova !! i literally had so much fucking fun writing this with you august, and it might be my favorite robin fic i’ve ever written. i feel like our brains collided and made a gay ass baby and i’m so proud of us. we hope you enjoy xx.
word count: 3.7K
“Shhh, don’t want us getting caught like this do you?”
Robin’s voice is hushed but stern, now lifting her head from between your trembling thighs. The blonde has you spread out on a bench in the dugout, skirt shoved up around your hips as her tongue laps up everything you have to offer.
That is until a broken moan leaves your lips, unable to stop it as her fingers curl up inside you. The sound breaks through the silence, the only thing heard above the soft hum of cicadas.
“What would your little friends think, hmm?” she taunts, brow raised as she looks up at you, dirt still smeared across her cheeks from the game. “Knowing a loser is the one making you feel so good?”
In that moment you can’t find it within yourself to care anymore, gripping her hair in your fist to guide her back between your legs. “Let them.”
Robin hums, her lips drifting lower to nip at the tender skin of your thighs. The action causes another loud whimper to leave you. “You sure about that, honey?”
“I don’t care,” you admit out loud for the first time, thoughts completely overwhelmed with all things Robin.
“Fuck, I don’t care anymore,” you sigh.
Never in your wildest dreams would you think tonight would turn out like this.
You’d been watching her from the sidelines as she attempted to slide into homebase, coming up a little short. You’d never gotten to see her play before, your extracurriculars usually running at the same time. But today had been just your luck, with Chrissy spraining her ankle, immediately being rushed off to get it iced. Coach ended practice shortly after—no use continuing without the star of the squad there, right?
It gave you the perfect opportunity to watch her without raising any suspicion—two of your teammates by your side, laughing as Robin struck out. You took your lower lip between your teeth, trying not to gawk as she rose to her feet. Dusting the dirt off her thighs when she caught your eye, biting back a smirk as she made her way towards the dugout.
But not before stopping by where you were leaning against the bleachers. Right there, in front of everyone for the first time.
See, this has been going on for months. The sneaking around, the feigned rivalry.
If only they knew what was really happening behind closed doors.
You first noticed her late one afternoon, walking to your car after cheer practice. Robin hadn’t even crossed your radar, barely a glance in the hallway. Too wrapped up in your own world to notice. But there was just something about the warm glow of the sunset laying against her flushed cheek. The way she found your eyes, like she knew your secret, before she spit out the shell of a sunflower seed. Chuckling as she grabbed her bat and walked off.
All you knew after that was you desperately wanted to know more. And boy, did you.
You quickly learned through word of mouth that she had been caught hooking up with some girl in the band room after school. That confirmation prompted you to start dropping her little hints. Longing glances when no one was paying attention, nods in the hallway. Sneaking out of practice early just so she’d notice you walk by. And, sure, she noticed.
But Robin wasn’t going to come easy, was she?
No, she wanted to make you work for it. To prove to her you were serious, not just another girl looking to make out with her for the thrill of it. Or some sick joke conjured up by the cheer squad to humiliate her more.
You quickly realized that your subtle hints were not going to get you what you wanted. Her.
One day you’d finally had enough, boldly slipping a note in her locker between classes. Coaxing her to meet you in the secluded alley between the gym and the cafeteria. A place you’d only used to meet a certain super senior when you wanted to buy some weed.
A spot unknown or used by the majority of the students of Hawkins High, knowing you wouldn’t be seen or heard by any curious passersby.
Part of you was worried she wouldn't show, becoming increasingly more nervous as time passed. Any lingering qualms were squashed when you saw her striding down the narrow path towards you. She looked good, her dark jeans hugging her hips just right. A button-up shirt tucked loosely into them, the top few buttons left open.
You wanted nothing more than to lean forward, closing the short distance between your bodies. Leave a trail of blues and purples along her exposed skin. And that terrified you, to know that one girl could mess you up in such a monumental way.
“So,” you mumbled, kicking a pebble with the tip of your sneaker.
“So,” she answered, crossing her arms over her chest.
Without hesitation, you introduced yourself but Robin gave you a confused look.
“Yeah, I already know who you are.”
“You do?”
“Well, we’ve gone to school together our whole lives…” she paused, running a hand through her hair, “and when a girl is practically eye-fucking you in the halls, it’s hard not to notice.”
“Oh, right,” you replied, looking down. Embarrassment washed over you. “Sorry, I guess I misinterpreted this whole thing.”
You carefully pushed off the wall, ready to walk away and pretend like this whole thing never happened. Save yourself the humiliation.
But her soft voice stopped you in your tracks.
“I wouldn't say that.”
“Then what would you say?” you asked, more confident now.
“You’re the one who asked me here,” Robin pointed out, turning the focus back to you.
And just as quickly as your confidence had risen, it fell. So you looked down again, now fiddling with the hem of your skirt.
“I don’t, um,” you struggled. “I don’t really know how to say it. I just…I…”
“Oh, just spit it out already.”
You looked up at her exasperated expression, narrowing your eyes. “Fine! Fine. Whatever. I like you, okay?”
“Like me? We’ve never spoken.”
“Don’t give me that when I’ve seen the way you look at me too.”
Robin’s hardened expression fell. “Touché.”
Silence fell between you, Robin lifting her head to look at the sky. You couldn’t help but squirm again, feeling a desperate urge to breathe in her scent.
You sighed. “So, what do we do now?”
“Hell if I know,” she replied, looking back at you. “I thought you were stuck up like the rest of your prissy friends.”
“Not when I’m around you,” you admitted, barely above a whisper. “You make me feel…different, somehow.”
“I could make it much worse for you, you know,” Robin replied, a smug grin reaching her lips as she stepped closer to you. “All you have to do is ask.”
“Please—”
“Actually, no,” Robin interrupted, fingers inching towards your hip. “You should beg.”
“Please,” you said without hesitation. “Please, Robin. I need you.”
Robin knew she shouldn’t. And so did you. But there was just something there, pressing against your chests as Robin pressed you against the brick. And when she kissed you the first time, you nearly whined in contentment, mewling softly against her mouth.
That kiss left you feeling desperate, eager for her to show you more. However, Robin wasn’t going to chase you, forcing you to take matters into your own hands. You sought her out one night after practice, pulling her into the equipment room outside the gym. Backing her body against the door, lips meeting once you heard the lock click into place.
“Just couldn’t stay away now, could you, baby?” she mumbled against your mouth, pulling a soft whine from you as she nipped at your lower lip. The noise caused her to laugh softly.
“I want you, Robs.”
She hummed in response, letting her lips trail across your jaw. “Want me how?” she prodded as the tip of her nose skimmed along your collarbone, rendering you utterly speechless.
“Show me,” she breathed, further stealing the breath from your lungs as she kissed you deeply. Taking control as she flipped your positions, enclosing you against the door.
You’re pliable under her soft touch, guiding her fingers up and underneath your pleated skirt. The blue of her irises nearly swallowed whole by her pupils as she gazed at you hungrily. That look ignited something within you, feeling emboldened as you reached forward to undo her pants. Exploring each other in a way that was unfamiliar to you, her skilled fingers helping to guide you with ease.
After that, it was just your little secret, with no one being the wiser. Why would they? You were on the opposite ends of the food chain, fractured by the Hawkins High hierarchy. Leaving little glances across the cafeteria, brushes of your fingertips in the hallway as a secret reminder of what you two had. It didn’t hurt that you could sit in class, practice, or even the shower and think about how they’d brush against your breasts later.
Of course, you couldn’t help but wind her up whenever you could be overheard. As she would gladly put you in your place in private.
But you knew as she approached you on the field with that familiar glint in her eye— you were really in for it this time.
“What’s so funny?” Robin asked, removing her gloves. You let your eyes linger on her fingers for a moment as she gripped the leather. Quickly shifting your gaze elsewhere as you pressed your thighs together.
Something the blonde didn’t miss. Holding back a smug smile as she looked between the three of you.
“You’re just such a loser,” Carol snickered, snapping her gum between her teeth.
Heather joined in with a giggle. “Yeah, maybe you should look into joining the t-ball team. Seems like a much better fit for you.”
Heather knew she struck a nerve, pleased with herself as Robin’s jaw clenched in anger.
“Oh, yeah?” Robin said, ready to egg her on. “And what do you know, Holloway? I’d like to see you do something other than shake your ass at Billy Hargrove during games. Don’t you find it pathetic how desperate you are for his attention?”
“Oh, fuck you,” Heather snapped back. “As if you are getting any. No one even knows your name.”
“You’d be surprised,” Robin replied, her eyes shifting towards you as if on instinct. “You know, I don’t recall ever seeing this one with a guy.”
“You better get back to that pitch before you strike out, Buckley,” you bit back, shooting her a warning look. “Again.”
With a shake of her head, Robin glanced behind you at your “friends” before scoffing and turning. But not before she took her cleat and scuffed up dirt onto your shiny white sneakers.
“Oops.” She laughed, giving you one last look before walking away.
Not missing a beat, Heather turned to you with a bewildered expression. “You know her name?”
You raised an eyebrow. “It’s on her uniform.”
“Oh— right,” she murmured, the conversation quickly forgotten as they discussed their plans for the night: yet another kegger at the Harrington residence. It was something you definitely weren’t interested in attending.
Though they begged you to join them, you merely shrugged and told them to go without you. They didn’t even blink before heading off, their laughter fading as quickly as it started. But you soon found yourself lost in the chatter of the crowd and the roar of the umpire.
You decided to move up, leaning against the chain-link fence, pom-poms thrown to the dirt as you watched your girl stepping up to bat again. The score had been tied, this being Hawkins High’s last chance to win the game.
As always, Robin found you again. She gave you a wink before you heard the sharp crack of the bat. You gasped along with the crowd at the sight of the ball shooting through the sky and into the parking lot.
You couldn’t help the loud cheer erupting from your lips, clapping along with the crowd as she sprinted through each base with ease. And as she slid into home and was declared safe, her eyes met yours. They followed you as she picked herself up, sweat dripping as she removed her helmet. Shaking her dampened hair out with a wide grin.
There was no longer anything inside you that beckoned you to be malicious. You could feel a swell of pride inside you, wanting nothing more than to show her just how incredible she was. How much you cared about her…and you planned on it.
Her teammates were quick to surround her, lifting her up onto their shoulders as the crowd continued to cheer. Robin was clearly embarrassed by the sudden swarm of attention, her cheeks beautifully flushed as they carried her across the field. Soaking in the glory for a few more moments before they were called to line up, shaking hands with the opposing team.
But as everyone began to clear out, you noticed Beth Wildfire hanging back, laughing near the dugout with Robin. As you moved closer, you could make out the way Beth was checking out Robin’s ass as she bent over to grab her glove.
Robin lifted her head slightly, noticing you making your way over.
“Nice win, Buckley,” Beth said, popping in a piece of gum. “We should go out and celebrate.”
“Oh, yeah?” Robin asked, a devious smile on her lips as she rose. You couldn’t stop the jealousy beginning to surface. “You think we should invite the team?”
She was making you work for it, wasn’t she?
“Actually, I thought maybe you and I could—”
“Hey, Robin,” you said, directly in Beth’s line of sight now.
Beth gave you a look, clearly annoyed by your interruption.
Good.
“Hey,” Robin greeted. “What’s up?”
“You still need that ride?” you asked, clutching your pom poms tighter in your fists.
“I’d almost forgotten,” Robin replied smugly.
“Well, uh,” Beth said, taking a step closer to Robin. “I could always take her home after heading to Benny’s.”
“No, that’s alright,” you said curtly, faking a smile as you also took a step forward. “I think I’ve got it from here.”
You and Beth exchanged glances before her eyes widened, flickering between you and Robin who was only looking at you. Beth said nothing, opting instead to give you both a quick nod. But the clear disappointment on her face brought you more joy than you cared to admit.
“I’ll see you later, then,” she said. “Again, nice win, Buckley.”
Even as she walked away, Robin never broke eye contact. “Thanks, Beth,” she called out, a grin widening on her lips.
“Ready to go, mon chéri? I’m starving.”
Hook, line, and sinker.
And that’s how you ended up here, your legs draped over Robin’s shoulders as her tongue circles over your clit. One hand buried in her hair and the other clutching onto the chain link fence behind you. Her blue hues never leave your face, taking in each and every reaction she pulls from you.
“You know, you’re pretty cute when you’re jealous.” She grins, flicking the tip of her tongue over your swollen clit. Enjoying the way your body twitches with every motion.
“I wasn’t jealous.”
You breathlessly try to deny it, but you both know you’re lying. Once again letting your pride get in the way, prompting Robin to remove her tongue from your center.
“No— Robbie, please,” you whine as she pulls away fully, resting her cheek against your inner thigh as she continues to slowly thrust her fingers inside you.
She revels in the way your walls grip tightly around the digits, almost as if you’re trying to keep them trapped inside. And as much as she loves feeling you, she loves making you beg even more.
So she slips her fingers out of your dripping cunt completely. Standing up to hover over you as she brings them to your lips.
“Please what, princess?” she taunts, her fingers now slipping into your mouth. Your tongue eagerly swirling around the digits until they’re devoid of any trace of you.
Robin removes them just as fast, trailing the saliva-coated digits down your jaw until they wrap around the base of your throat. “Answer me,” her harsh tone only further dampening the area between your thighs.
“Please don’t stop,” you plead without hesitation, rocking your hips up against her thigh. A look of desperation flitting across your features as you clutch onto her shoulders.
“Aww, you wanna cum, pretty thing?” Her tone is laced with condescension, finding yourself nodding almost frantically as you gaze up at her.
“I don’t know, baby… you were pretty mean earlier.” She paused, a small pout forming on your lips as she traced over them with her thumb. “You think you deserve it?”
You nod as if on instinct, whining as she pulls away from you completely. Rising to her feet once again, grabbing your hands and pulling you up off the bench. Your breasts press together as she whispers softly in your ear, “Prove it to me, then.”
You eagerly reach for the buttons on her uniform, tugging the zipper down. Impatiently yanking her pants down over the curve of her ass as you take back control.
“Sit,” you demand, resting your hands on her shoulders. Coaxing her to take your previous position on the worn bench.
“So bossy,” she teases, gripping your hips as you swing your leg over her thigh.
Taking a seat as you slip your fingers past the elastic of her underwear, moaning at the wetness you find there.
“This all for me?” you muse, your thumb brushing over her bundle of nerves with ease now. Having become quite familiar with every inch of her body over the last three months.
“I mean… Beth was looking good tonight—”
You cut her off with your mouth before she has a chance to finish her sentence. That surge of jealousy coursing through your veins as you kiss her deeply.
“She can’t have you,” you mumble against her mouth, before taking her lower lip between your teeth and tugging. “You're all mine.”
Robin curses softly as you begin to grind your hips against her thigh, slipping two fingers into her awaiting heat. Pumping them in tandem with each rock of your hips, as she mewls against your mouth.
“Please.” Now she's the one doing the begging, despite your hips continuing to grind down against her thigh. The mixture of her saliva and your juices making a mess on her bare skin.
You giggle softly as you increase the pressure on her clit with your thumb, burying your fingers deeper inside her. “Say it again.” She moans as you attach your lips to the base of her throat.
The blonde tilts her head back to expose more of her neck as you greedily suck on her flushed skin. A feeling of pride washes over you as you leave blotches of red and purple in your wake.
“You’re mine, Robin.” Your tone is overly possessive, enjoying how her body trembles beneath you. Your words being the thing to finally send her over the edge as she pulls your face back up to crash her lips against yours.
Her fingers dig harshly into the skin of your hips, encouraging you to keep grinding on her thigh. Lifting her leg to increase the pressure on your core. “That’s it… such a good girl.”
She pulls back slightly to watch you with hooded eyes, lips lifting in a genuine smile.
“My good girl.”
Her words elicit a bigger response than either of you expected, your thighs tightening around her own as you loudly cry out her name. Her hands continue to guide you along her thigh, working you through each wave of euphoria that crashes over you.
You’re both panting as you begin to come down from your highs, nuzzling your face in the crook of her neck. “Wow,” you breathe out, lightly tracing over the darkening love bites on her neck.
“Jeez, I think the whole town heard you,” Robin teases, running her fingers along your back.
“Well,” you start, pulling back to look at her. “I’m just trying to congratulate my girl on her big win.”
“Your girl?” she teases.
You bite your lip, trying to hide your smile. “Mhm.”
“Admit it,” Robin says, lifting her eyebrows, eyes tracing the lines of your face. “You were jealous.”
“Maybe I was,” you finally admit, earning an amused smile from her. “But I don’t think I have to worry about anyone else.”
“No?”
“Mm-mm.”
You press a quick kiss to the corner of her mouth before standing, helping her to her feet. Leaning back against the fence as she wiggles her pants back up over her hips.
Robin is still fastening the buttons as you walk out onto the field. Her eyes follow your figure as you reach the pitcher's mound. A fond look falls over her features as your eyes flutter shut, letting the last glow of the setting sun soak into your pores.
Feeling the weight of her stare, you turn back around. Flashing her a beaming smile as she finally reaches you on the field.
“So… Benny’s?” you ask, twisting your skirt back into place. “I’m actually starving now.”
Robin looks at you in utter disbelief as she places her hat back on her head, the brim facing the opposite direction. “Wait, you’re serious? What if someone sees us together?”
You can’t stop the giggle that leaves you, now closing the few feet separating you from her. Cupping her face in between your palms as you press another kiss to her lips.
Right in the middle of the open field.
“I told you,” you say, louder this time. “Let them see us. I don’t give a fuck anymore.”
You slip your hand into hers, lacing your fingers as you begin leading her towards your car. A sight to see, her bat and glove in her unoccupied hand. Your pom-poms in yours.
“You were still an asshole earlier, you know that?” Robin says.
As you share a laugh, you swing your intertwined hands back-and-forth. You’re practically skipping as you pull her along, light-hearted and winded.
“And you ruined my sneakers,” you counter. “Are you gonna clean them for me?”
“Only if you’re good, mon chéri.”
“I think I can manage that,” you reply as you venture further into the twilight. “At least for a little bit.”
•WARNINGS: SMUT. Vaginal sex (female top), unprotected sex, blowjob, handjob, degradation kink, spanking, dirty talk. Explicit mentions of injuries.
Pairing: TCW!Anakin Skywalker x female reader.
Summary: You are a nurse in the 501st squad and General Skywalker needs some assistance. Only you could help him feel better.
Word count: 4.8K. This started as a blurb, but I’m incapable of shutting up. I haven’t stood up from my chair since 10am, so enjoy.
A/N: I’m so so so so in love with this man, it’s sickening. Scenario inspired by Ahsoka ep.5!. NOT PROOFREAD!!, english is my second language, so please be gentle. If there are any mistakes, pls let me know in private so I can correct them, thanks :) Also I have a serious issue between differentiating “in” and “on” situations, so bare with me lmao
Also first one shot since like forever????
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As a war nurse, you are used to treating the nastiest of wounds, the bloodiest of cuts, the vilest of injuries.
You have chosen your profession out of love and vocation. As cliche as it might be, the true desire of your heart was to help people feel better: The plan was to specialize as a pediatric nurse, even becoming a doctor one day. Working at a hospital, maybe have a private practice with that medic husband of yours you often dreamed about.
All of that was erased the moment war erupted.
Fresh out of nursing school, every single one of your classmates, including yourself, were drafted to report to duty as nurses on the frontlines. The assignment of troops was random, but as if fate had decided, you were put at the service of the 501st. Little did you know, the job was harder than you had ever imagined it would be; and the constant bombing and deceased people you had to observe had nothing to do with it.
It was the general of the squad that made your job more complicated than it had to be.
General Skywalker.
Well, it wasn’t exactly him, but the persistent crush you had on him.
Needless to say, it was extremely unprofessional to be daydreaming of the person who was technically your boss. Even more unethical to be full-on fantasizing about his dick size when you were supposed to be suturing injured clones. But dammit, was it hard. So hard to be so close to his pulling presence and yet so far from achieving anything real with the man. Not that you had tried. Public rejection would be even more embarrassing than crushing on him.
Anakin Skywalker hardly recognized your existence. Between his duty as leader on the field, his responsibilities as Jedi off-hours and the reduced sleep time he could squeeze in between battles, he didn’t have time to remember the name of one of the nurses of his legion. Especially when he never went to the tents himself; the god of a man was indestructible.
Fuck, was he hot.
Just watching him scream: “Forward!” every day, as he ran directly to conflict with bravery was enough to have you dripping. His whole General image was your own personal definition of lust; his armor, the tone in which he would deliver orders, the frown he would wear until he had defeated each and every single one of his enemies. The smile he would flash whenever they won over a battle. Luckily, it was often.
But you had this idea that, out all of the medical staff, you were his least favorite. Maybe it had something to do with how social you were: always distracting his soldiers with jokes as you cleaned their cuts so they wouldn’t think of the sting. Or maybe it had something to do with how emotional you could get during your shifts: always fighting with your colleagues so they would treat the troopers as people, not numbers. Even if he had created a culture of trust among his peers, you weren’t sure if he appreciated that you caused so much trouble within the medical wing.
You had endured a year of stolen glances, salivating at the sight of him from afar and lonely nights with just your hand. Cheeks would blush so fast whenever he would catch you checking him out, and maybe you were drunk on the smell of medical alcohol, but you swore that you caught him checking you out too once.
But that was long forgotten the next day, when he came back to being his same old cold persona. You forgave that aspect of him: the atrocities he had committed in the name of the Republic weighed heavy on his shoulders, slouching his proud figure whenever he had to face the reality of his situation.
The same you had to face everyday.
“Who’s available?!” Yelling was the official way of communicating over here. You were finishing up a bandage on a trooper that had lost his left leg, meaning that you had to answer the call of duty.
The Ryloth takeover was more hectic than the squad had ever anticipated. Soldiers falling left and right, some didn’t even make it to the medical bay, just straight to the pseudo-morgue that was built to then give them a final resting place.
“I’m almost ready to take the next one!” You screamed over the noise from the ships flying over.
“Ms. Dana.” Someone called you by your last name from outside the medical tent. “General Skywalker’s tent in 5.”
That made you drop the jar of gauze.
No one has ever been there, you thought.
Outside of his skippy padawan and uptight master, Anakin’s tent had always been off limits to the public. His sacred place to unwind in peace. The ways he must unwind after a long day of battle…
“Ms. Dana!” That woke you up from a very explicit image of Anakin jerking off the stress away.
“C-coming!” You choked. Grabbing your personal kit, you ran to the destination that had your clit throbbing with anticipation.
You would see the sheets he slept on, the place where he storaged all of his robes, the shower that saw him naked every day. Jealousy of an inanimate object took over you as quickly as it left, making you feel stupid for getting angry at a room.
You almost didn’t notice that the battle was over, the only remnants of it were the people being moved in gurneys, the clouds of dust and the beaten up ships. Your outfit was probably not the best to endure the hardness of the Ryloth landscape: a tight, white buttoned up dress with a stupid little hat on top of your head. You hated the son of a bitch, it was ridiculous as fuck, but necessary for recognition among all of the personnel working in camps.
Anakin will think it’s stupid too.
He will think you are stupid.
The self-degradation stopped once you reached the entrance of his tent. Gulping exaggeratedly, you were unsure if to knock, announce yourself or wait until he was annoyed enough to come out and see you standing there like an idiot.
“Come in.” It was his voice who cruelly cut the silence, growling.
With shaking legs, the green fabric that formed his personal chamber was removed from your eyesight and you were hit by the delicious smell of him. So manly, so musty. It smelled like his cologne all over and you wished you bottle that up to spray it on your own sheets.
It was less rewarding to see him sitting on the edge of his bed with an exasperated stare, analyzing your figure with obnoxiousness. You even cut short your eye-fucking tour of his body when you met his tired eyes. Have you taken too long to get here?
“So they sent you.” He sighed, deviating his gaze. The evident disgust at your presence made you slouch timidly. You were a good nurse. The best one in the camp, if you dare to say. “I told Rex I’m fine. I don’t need assistance, it’s just a bruise.” His tone was harder than his words, surprisingly.
“Well, now that I’m here, might as well take a look at that, huh?” Fighting through the devastating embarrassment, you proceeded to walk over his bed to place your kit. Biting your lip, you feared to ask the next question. “Shall we get started?”
He was one step away from rolling his eyes. “Fine. Just do it quickly.”
“Got it, sir.” Weird. There was no chilly breeze, however, Anakin had just flinched. “Care to show me where the bruise is?”
He hesitated for a bit, closing his eyes with frustration. You were about to ask again when he exhaled with annoyance. “It’s not that big of a deal.”
“I would like to confirm that. Please, sir, the faster we do this, the faster I’m on my merry way.” You hated that he was desperate to kick you out, but apparently your compelling argument helped to accelerate the process.
After seeing that he still felt fuzzy about checking the bruise, you decided to start somewhere else. “Let me get started with this cut over here. Looks pretty nasty.”
You doubted if to take a seat, scared that it would be too close to him, but you needed the space to maneuver. Giving up to your internal fight, you sat down next to him and began by cleaning up the wound that escaped the fabric of his burgundy robe.
“That’s nothing.” He mumbled under his breath, still not looking at you.
Ignoring his attempt to diminish your work, you decided to also ignore your basic instinct to start a conversation to ease up the process. The internal alarms of survival were yelling at you not too. However, there was a moment where the alarms shut down, basically because every part of your brain shut down simultaneously and it was when you had to grip his bicep to make it stand still. Your fingers dug into the hard muscle, feeling how every little bit flexed under your fingertips, proving first-hand just how strong he was.
“Done. Now I’m gonna clean the ones in your face.” You poured some alcohol into another cotton ball and turned to face him.
Being face to face with Anakin Skywalker had been the most intimidating experience of your life and that hot as hell scar and mean frown didn’t make it easier. In fact, it had you clenching around nothing. You cleared your throat before slowly reaching out for his chin, pulling him to give you a better look of his dirty and exhausted aspect.
He gasped the second the puffy ball made contact with a cut on his left cheekbone. You took that opportunity to bring him some comfort, despite your irregular breathing and overall tenseness. Rubbing your thumb along his jaw, you saw his pain decreased until the sting was gone. You moved to another cut on his forehead, repeating the process until you had treated most of them gone. When you swapped your current cotton ball with a new one so caught him looking down on your body.
It’s this stupid uniform.
He sensed your eyes on him and quickly deviated them to focus on your irises. You gulped before continuing your beeline around his face, this time close to the scar you often fantasize about in bed.
“That one 's old. No need to worry about it.” He joked.
He joked.
Unable to form a coherent comeback, you limited yourself to give him a nasal laugh, demonstarting that you got it.
“Thought you wouldn't be this silent. You’re more chatty with the clones.” He said, slightly tilting his head.
“I didn’t know you wanted me to talk.” You replied, this time with a little smile as a peace offering.
“What did you think I wanted?” He frowned, interrupting your cleaning.
“I thought you wanted me out as quickly as possible.” You stopped momentarily to accommodate his face once more into a position you could work with.
He let out a dry laugh. “It’s nothing personal. I just want to come back to work.”
“You just came back from battle and want to keep working? Do you ever stop?” You joked back, feeling how the atmosphere inside the tent had changed. Feeling more comfortable, you switched your body a little, now your chests were aligned, just inches apart.
“Hardly.” He clicked his tongue, gaze slightly dropping to give a quick sweep of your lips.
“Well, you should rest. Relax. That’s an important part of recovery.” You advised him, finishing up the last cut. You took a cloth of your kit and used it to clean some of the dry blood and dirt off him.
“Can’t stay still.” He shook his head.
“There are other ways to relax.” You shrugged your shoulders, taking that little pause to admire his beautiful demeanor. Those blue eyes could spell you into saying yes to basically anything.
“Like?” He pushed, licking his lips as his intense gaze focused on making you feel smaller and smaller.
“Like…” You dirty minded bitch, think about something other than sex!
Almost like he could hear your inner dialogue, he chuckled.
“Like taking a walk or reading a book.” You finally came up with a pg-13 alternative to relaxing.
“Could be.” He snickered. After his beautiful giggle dialed down, you felt the tension switching. Thicker. More intense. “More of a physical guy myself.”
Feeling the pull to his plump lips, you rushed to get out of the trouble zone. “Ready for me to see this world-famous bruise?”
Your brain short circuited when he snapped his shoulder armor in one swift move and threw it on the floor. The next thing had you mentally panting and physically in shock: Anakin was removing his robes to expose his naked and bruised torso. The skin of his middle part would dip perfectly into breathtaking abs, not to mention the flexing of his arms became more evident to you without the stupid robe in your way.
The reddened-purplish spot expanded all the way from the right side of his lower abdomen, all the way down the waistband of his pants. The silent gawking didn’t go unnoticed by him, a little smirk coming to greet your widened eyes. That woke you up enough to get moving.
“H-how-“ You took a moment to regain some composure. “How did this happen?”
“A droideka fell on me.” He muttered shortly, almost as if the portion of information brought shame to him.
“Alright, I’m gonna need to palpate the area to know if there’s any further damage.” You announced with more nerves than a medical professional should speak to their patients.
Because he was now standing up, sitting down didn’t give you the best height to disinfect some of the minor cuts that tainted his perfect tanned skin.
“Sir, I’m going to need you to lay down for me, please.” Formalities came back as soon as you felt threatened by his overpowering presence again.
“No.” He spat, furrowing his eyebrows. “I’d prefer to stand, if it’s possible. Please.”
“Sure.” After all, it was your job to make the process easier for him. On the other hand, that meant having to kneel in front of him. That caught him off guard and almost backed down when you reached out to feel the tampered skin. “Please tell me where it hurts.”
Your little fingers began to poke around the wounded area, massaging the zones where you knew a more serious injury could present itself. It didn’t go under your radar the way he would have goosebumps whenever you looked up to him or groped him more firmly. Repeating over and over: “How does it feel here?” you made your way all over the part of the bruise that was visible to the eye.
“Good. It seems like no internal organs have been compromised.” You announced with a little smile. Now the part you dreaded -and kind of expected- was next. “Uhm, I’m going to need to check the rest of the bruise to make sure you didn’t break your hip, sir.”
“Anakin.” He spat.
“Pardon?” You blinked rapidly.
“Call me Anakin. It makes this… easier.” He cleared his throat.
“Okay, Anakin.” You nodded. How you said the next thing so calmly was still a mystery to you. “So, I know this part may be uncomfortable, but I’ll need to remove your pants out of the way. Probably your underwear as well, if I need to take a better look. Don’t worry, I’ve seen enough male anatomy for this to be routinary for me-”
In the middle of your speech, as you dropped your gaze to prepare yourself for dipping your fingers under his pants, something snapped your attention.
The gigantic bulge right in front of your eye line.
How you had missed such a tent while you palpated his abdomen was another mystery to you.
“Uhm- I-” You choked, unwilling to look up. “I-”
Anakin made no effort to try and hide his wood. But what was the point? It was already there. You had already noticed it.
Mumbling, you decided to continue being professional. It was a normal response after all. “I’ll go ahead and lower your pants, sir- Anakin, sorry.” You corrected yourself, but it was too late.
You had already seen the reason why he made you call him Anakin: his dick twitched the second you said “sir”. Now that was interesting.
Your hand pulled down the brown pants, lowering his black underwear at the same time, only revealing his right hip, leaving the bulge quietly covered. Anakin’s chest rose uncontrollably, flinching every now and then when your hand would get too close to his boner, or when your warm breath would fan his exposed hip. When you finally dared to meet his gaze, to let him know you were almost through with the exam, you were pleased with the view above you.
Rose pink cheeks, bottom lip trapped in between his teeth, darkened gaze fixed on your cleavage. It was the equivalent of liquid courage in human form.
“Does this hurt?” You felt up another portion, this time closer to his groin. When he murmured a weak “no”, you inched even closer. “And here?” Same response.
When you got to a point where your pinky grazed the bulge and he gasped, you knew this was the point of no return.
“And does this hurt?” You asked, slowly palming the thick shaft that was threatening to rupture his pants at any given second.
Swallowing harshly, Anakin refused to speak up a word. Instead, he let you carry on with your devilious plan.
“And this? Does it hurt, sir?” You wrapped your hand around the still clothed member, rubbing faster and harder.
He limited himself to closing his eyes, moaning on the low as your hand gripped his swell cock with more pressure and more confidence. Your ego was so high up in the sky that you had the impulse to rub your lips against the fabric already stained with pre-cum.
“Sir, can I finish up the exam?” Your wide doe eyes were quite the contrary of your filthy intentions.
Once he nodded with hooded eyes, you fished his veiny cock from out of the confinements of his underwear and tugged it out for you to admire all of its glory. It sprung free, the tip pointing directly at you, like it knew. Involuntarily, your mouth opened in admiration to such a big and thick frame. Anakin’s sly smirk made another surprise appearance at your gawking.
You were acquainted with male genitalia. But not like this. Never like this.
So huge. So intimidating. So mouth-watering.
“It’s almost like you have never seen one. Not as huge as this one, right?” You shook your head, biting your lip as you took in the whole image. You needed a minute to wrap around the idea that he was carrying this weapon everywhere he went.
Your hands -yes, plural, because you needed both to handle such beast- pumped fast to grant him the deliberation he so desperately craved. Yanking his thick shaft in between your palms had you pooling all over your white panties, like a goddamn slut. His hips were thrusting at the rhythm you had set, fucking your fist like he pleased. Feeling how he tensed his abdomen, the climax was closed.
Taking a last leap of fate, you stopped the jerking off momentarily and clutched the fabric of his pants down with both hands, revealing his whole lower part to your delight. His thighs, oh, his muscular thighs always did unholy things to you and to have them right there for you to grip was making you rub your own thighs together. Foreseeing what was to come, you let your hair down, losing the stupid hat.
Digging your nails on the hardness of his leg, you licked the tip of his shaft, testing the water. The little drop of pre-cum you managed to catch was salty and warm, so deliciously milky. Moaning, you opened your mouth to lazily envelop his tip, rubbing it without interest, just softly teasing him.
“Look at you. Who would say that you would be so unprofessional, sucking your commanding general’s cock? Huh?” Anakin mocked you from his proud stand. “Miss little giggling nurse turned out to be a filthy cockslut. Salivating at the sight of my dick.”
You moaned, still pampering the reddened head of his cock.
“I could.” He chuckled, his thumb coming to caress your jaw just like you did to him earlier. “You think I haven’t noticed the way you stare when I walk by the medical tent? How you practically undress me with your eyes? Such a desperate slut. Begging to be fuck just right. Acting like you're not thinking about hopping on this dick while working.”
After giving a last open mouthed kiss on the sensitive tip, you opened your mouth and presented your pink tongue to him, for which he rewarded you with a smiling expression.
“You offer yourself to make me feel better?” He cocked an arrogant brow.
Nodding, you let out a small, high pitched whimper to hurry him up.
“Hope you know what you’re doing, baby.”
And with that, he grabbed a handful of your locks with his gloved limb and the other one he used to tug your chin further down, making room for the rest of his cock. In the blink of an eye, he was fucking your throat raw, having no mercy for you or the tears that spilled from our eyes when he would especially far down. He emphasized repeatedly how he had to train you to take all of him in, that you were not properly ready to take someone as big as him. He even said it with pity, making fun that you hadn’t been fucking with real men.
But he was here now. And he was going to take care of you.
Even if you lack the ability to relax your throat enough for you to take the whole 9 inch monstrosity that was violating your breathing canal, he was appreciative of the way you gagged around him and the noises you made whenever the tip would hit a wall. He even praised the movements of your tongue on his underside, rewarding you with a little slap on your cheek. Anakin laughed when he heard your horny moan at the harsh action.
Suddenly, Anakin stopped bobbing your head up and down his length, causing the mess of saliva that was covering both you and him to dissolve into a mesly string connecting you two.
“Let me see how well your other hole makes me feel, baby. Up.” As your legs made an effort to stand without shaking, Anakin returned to his previous seating position, this time manspreading to let his cock breathe in all of its glory. Patting his lap, he called you in like a dog. “Here.”
Dying of shame at the wetness that dripped from your inner thighs, you spread yourself until both your knees were at each side of his hips. Anakin glanced at the leaking juices and fucking grinned the brightest smile.
“So wet just for sucking dick.” His index and middle finger retrieved some of the spill, playing with your sensitive nub on their way. He tasted the juices himself, licking his fingers clean. He hummed in approval, ripping your panties apart to have more access and drink up more of your arousal. “Pretty little pussy. Do you think it’ll fit?” He asked you with a narcissistic loop side smile, as he sucked some more off his fingers.
“I don’t know.” You answered honestly, shaking at the ministrations of his hands around your ass.
“It will.” He reassured you, pulling your skirt up and entangling it just above your hips. “You’ll make it fit.” He put his hands behind his back, on the bed, yielding control to you. “Now show me how bad you’ve been wanting this. Ride my dick.”
Using his strong shoulders for leverage, soon your slick pussy was sucking up his length. The first contact had you digging your nails on his shoulders, fighting through the pain of the stretch, this position only enlarging the already swollenness of his member. Gasping with an open mouth, you fought to push yourself even further down. Skin to skin, you were feeling all of him in: every curve, every wrinkle, every twitch. Even after remembering the condom, you opted for not mentioning it. There was no way you could say goodbye to feeling him bare.
Anakin pulled you in by the neck, drinking in the scream you let out when you bottomed out. His lips tasted better than anything you had ever tried, so sweet by nature and salty because of the sweat. You just wanted more and more; anything he was willing to give you.
“Faster.” Anakin demanded; clasping to your hips to bounce you harder on him, to remind you that this was about him, not you.
Obeying like the sub you were, you humped him faster, adjusting yourself to surround his shoulders with your arms so you could pull his hair. You knew he liked it by the way he purred on your ear, embracing your waist tighter to manhandle you better. The hug you were both entrapped in ended with his big hands holding both your ass cheeks, groping them in such a disrespectful manner: splitting them open, squeezing them until it hurt, slapping without any sort of consideration.
“Mhm, just like that, baby.” He praised blissed out, his hand cruelly smacking your already red and abused rear. “You do know how to ride dick. So good, taking me so well with this slutty pussy of yours.”
Chasing your own pleasure, you gripped him harder and grinded on his wood, rubbing your clit with his pubic bone. You whimpered when you felt the delicious shock on your clit, which only incentivized you to rock your hips even faster. You were close, so close to coming undone, clenching him like a vice.
“C’mon, you offer yourself to me, to use you as I seem fit.” Anakin pushed you back so you could see him clearly. “I want you to bounce, baby. Bounce those tight tits for me.”
Anakin removed three buttons of your dress, enough for him to get drunk on the sight of your boobs pressed together and bouncing, but not all the way exposed. Like instructed, you bounced on his dick like it was your job to do so, enamored by the view of him hypnotized by your jumping breasts. Your nipples would shyly come to greet out of your white top, albeit Anakin wouldn’t have the full show because of the fabric that still caged them.
Tired of the partial view, Anakin’s hands left your ass and traveled to their next destination: your full tits. Without removing another button, he took in the weight of your boobs inside of his palms and played with your meaty buds like he had never seen a pair before. The rough movements of his hands around the fat caused your dress to open a bit more, basically leaving you naked for him.
“They’re more gorgeous than I ever anticipated.” He muttered, before enveloping a peak inside his mouth and lapping at it repeatedly. “Seeing you with this lame excuse of a uniform it’s harder than going to war, baby. Craving a taste of you and not being able to do anything about it, it’s torture. Pure torture.” He moaned in a ragged voice, sucking in the same nipple with closed eyes, savoring it.
“You- you wanted me?” You cried, sliding in more frantically.
You were so close and he had it in his hands to make you come in that same instant.
“Baby, I’ve been dreaming about filling this pussy to the brim the second you were drafted.” He exhaled with a smile. “I hate seeing you with the clones: gifting them smiles that should belong to me, parading this cleavage around when it should be for my eyes only, showing off this ass when only I should know the feeling of it inside my palms.”
“Anakin! I’m coming! I’m coming!” You announced, simultaneously feeling how his dick twitched inside of you.
“Let me feel it, baby. Come all over my cock. Indulge me.” This time it was you who took the initiative to kiss him, thinking this would be your last chance to savour him before this was all over.
You convulsed around his dick, just like he asked, tumbling over his shoulder to regain your breath. Anakin followed short after you, shuddering as he spilled over, biting your shoulder to muffle his groan.
After the aftershocks dissipated and you regained consciousness, the shame of what had transpired hit you like a train. Fixing your dress to cover more of you, you wondered how long you should wait before saying something. Luckily, Anakin broke the ice first.
“Next time you should keep the hat. I like it.” He chuckled, making you giggle as well.
Needless to say, you were now expected to be in his tent every night after he came back from battle, split open for him, ready to take in all of the frustration of the day and make him feel better.
•WARNINGS: SMUT. Age gap !!! Infidelity kink !!! (you’ve been warned, so if you do not agree pls leave because I’ll delete any hateful comments about this) Actual cheating. Dirty talk, teasing and sex in a public space, voyeurism, praising kink, bit of degrading, handjob (m and f receiving), oral sex (f receiving). Mentions of an unhappy relationship/divorce/troubled marriage.
Pairing: dilf!Anakin Skywalker x female!reader.
Series Summary: Luke takes you home for Life’s Day. On the edge of giving up on you two, Skywalker manages to light up a fire inside of you again. Problem is… wrong Skywalker.
Part One - Part Two
Part Three Summary: How could Mr. Skywalker resist such a pretty little thing like yourself when you come into his workshop with dessert?
Word count: 4.1 K.
A/N: NOT PROOFREAD, english is my second language, so please be gentle. If there are any mistakes, pls let me know in private so I can correct them, thanks :) Also I have a serious issue between differentiating “in” and “on” situations, so bare with me lmao.
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“You missed dessert.”
It took Anakin a second to realize that he wasn’t delusional, that your voice wasn’t a product of his imagination.
You were here, in his workshop.
With actual pie.
“Shouldn't you be upstairs, Y/n? It 's pretty late.” Anakin spoke without disconnecting his attention from the welding happening in his project.
You delayed your response, walking towards him and placing the plate on the counter, sliding it to him. Elbows on the surface, you supported your head on your knuckles, widening your eyes in innocence in case he indulged in looking up.
“I could ask that as well.” You got closer, taking a spot at his left side to admire the precision in which he was attaching cables. “Life Day's morning is tomorrow, we should be up pretty early. We’re also going skating.”
Anakin scrunched his face like he had forgotten about it and he was not eagerly expecting the trip.
“You can’t not go, it’s our last day here.” You murmured with a velvety voice, sending goosebumps through his spine.
“I’ve seen that fucking lake enough for a lifetime. I’m sure I won’t miss much.” He stuck his tongue out, inching his head forward to appreciate his manual work better.
“You’ll miss me.”
Anakin, having everything on the line, was too careful not to slip and fall. Because of that, your grand gestures and obvious advances were deflected by him every single time. Except that one time he did indulge. That one time where you weren’t even trying and he, by his own doing, fell into temptation. Only when commands a situation, or when he thinks he is, he lets himself free fall into his instincts.
“I’ll miss you.” You added, playing with the little metal panel that seemed the right size to fit the droid part he was fixing.
“I don’t think you miss me when you have Luke’s tongue down your throat.”
He bit the words, gripping the tool with more force in between his fingers, clearly upset. You hid a playful smirk.
“That’s when I miss you the most.” You whispered, grazing his ear shell with your lips, caressing the pull-up sleeve from his shirt.
He tensed at the ministration, blinking fast to return to his previous state of concentration, “To all of this, where’s your boyfriend? Doesn’t he have a promise to fulfill?”
Honestly, it was your fault for trusting Luke’s empty words. Again. But you were enjoying Anakin’s visible jealousy.
“Luke wanted to go straight to sleep… said he was stuffed from dinner. Not a lot of energy to do anything.” You briefly whined with a voice so low, Anakin could barely hear you with the noise of the machine.
So he stopped, pushing himself back onto his chair so he could look up to you without obstacles. His chair was set just a few inches lower to work better. Anakin’s eyes followed your figure from head to toe, casually lingering on the bit of skin that showed from the slit of your attire. Just like at the dinner table, he was struggling and was unsure that he would be able to escape harmlessly this time.
“I’m kind of jealous to be honest.” You mumbled, staring at the mess of parts, walking until you were in between him and the counter. Trapped in between his spreading legs, your chest was right on his eye line and you hadn’t changed your dress. “I wish I was stuffed as well.”
Gulping harshly, Anakin built up the strength to stare at your intense gaze, basically condemning himself. Because the minute he saw the hungry spark shining from them, he knew there wasn’t a single bone in him that would deny you if you asked for him again.
His strong, yet shy hand, climbed up your leg like a moth to a flame until he was able to grasp the fat of your thigh. Feeling your softness against his palm had him on the edge of staining his pants. With a little pull from his part, it took you mere seconds to obey his silent command and sit on his lap. Anakin’s curious hand continued to brush your bare leg, rejoicing in the way your breath would accelerate when his hand went up and how you bit your lip whenever it came down.
It also didn’t help that his other arm was wrapped around your waist, thumb miming the motion of his hand, but on your hip, trapping you in his embrace. Expectant of what would be his next move, you shyly waited for whenever he would peel his eyes from your slit and reciprocate the attention, this time on your face.
On your lips.
Like he was reading your mind, Anakin’s eyes slowly moved up your curves until he met your needy orbs, noses softly grazing each other at the proximity. Breath getting out of control at the shift of energy, warmth expanding all over your skin and clit throbbing in anticipation. You deviated your eyes momentarily to sneak a peek of the deliciously rich piece of pie laying on the table and he benefited from the newly acquired angle to caress your throat with his lips.
“Just a taste?” You murmured, looking at him through your eyelashes, intentionally inching closer to brush his lips with yours.
Was he going to do it? Take the next step?
Would he dare?
Would you dare?
Surpringsily, Anakin nodded swiftly, leaning into the intoxicating pull of your mouth. “Just a taste.”
Anakin’s lips tasted so much better the second time around, it tasted like victory. And you made it a personal goal of yours to show him how grateful you were that he finally caved in. Wasting no time, in case he changed his mind, your hands found their home in Anakin’s curls, the silky feeling of them a new aphrodisiac to you and apparently to him, by the way he was growling at your clasp.
His sneaky tongue barely asked for permission when it was already intruding into your mouth, licking everything on its way. Giving up on trying to take the lead, you surrendered to his rough pace and enjoyed the delicious sensation of his warm, wet tongue against your lips. Anakin would take advantage of your dumb state and hanging mouth to suck however he pleased, smirking because the only thing your mind could process was imitate his dirty moves. Until he bit your bottom lip, making sure your brain wasn’t already melted before he could even start ruining you.
When you pulled his hair, only because he had taken the party downstairs and was violently grabbing your ass, it was like you had awakened a beast. Out of nowhere, Anakin stood up, holding you by your thighs and placing you on the surface of his tool table. His shirt’s buttons were discarded early in the makeout session, granting you the space necessary to roam your palms all over his strong pecs and firm shoulder blades. And when you tried to wrap your legs around his waist, hinting right where you wanted him, he clasped his fists around your ankles, spreading you open without breaking the liplock. He was even more aggressive with the leverage his height gave him.
“Just a taste…” He grunted again, lifting up the skirt of your dress until it was tangled enough to give him a good view of your thong. He clicked his tongue at the sight of your spicy choice of underwear. “Almost like you had planned it all along.”
Shamelessly, so outrageously shameless, you drifted your legs further apart, making him snicker.
“Well, did you?” He wandered, sliding your damped panties down your legs.
“I haven’t stopped thinking about you since yesterday.” You breathed out, shivering at the breeze fanning your burning core. “I’ve never wanted something so bad.” Urged eyes glued directly to Anakin’s groin.
Anakin grinned a triumphant smile. That could’ve easily been a lie, but he doubted it. He recognized a brat when he saw one. Holding your foot like it was a delicate piece of glass, Anakin set the nibbling starting point right on your ankle and followed a beeline straight to your weeping cunt. His hot breath made you shiver in anticipation, whimpering to show off your desperation in case this would reach his sensible side.
“When was the last time you had an orgasm before me, baby? Without doing it yourself?” He breathed, roaming his hands up your legs, the contact so rough and intimate at the same time.
You hated that question, it embarrassed you.
“Mmm… Uhh-” You thought out loud, mind going blank as Anakin’s smooches went higher up. “F-four months?” You hissed.
“You’ve been dating Luke for three.” He did the math in his head.
Oh.
Your face turning in shame had his eyes widening.
It would be a lie if Anakin said that he wasn’t mad at his son for dragging the Skywalker name in the mud. For keeping such a needy thing like yourself restricted from gratification. With how sexual you were, four months were an eternity. Nonetheless, Anakin was a fixer and you were his next project.
“Desperate little thing, aren’t you? This slutty pussy can’t wait to have something inside of it. Anything.” Anakin mocked you, testing your sanity as he delayed contact with your core by redirecting his foreplay into the inner side of your thighs.
“That’s not true.” You fought with a trembling voice, observing how Anakin got closer and closer to delivering exactly what you wanted. “I only want you, d-”
The forbidden word. You almost spilled it.
“-sir.” You corrected in time, catching Anakin’s mocking glint. “Only you, please.”
Anakin’s face twisted in pleasure when his finger dived inside you, giving him a warm welcome, impossibly slick. You hugged his pumping digit tightly, getting even wetter at this fascinated expression. Anakin hadn’t felt such a lubricated canal in so long, his head almost exploded at the million possibilities with such an easy pussy: His cock would slide right in, be suffocated by your clenching walls just like his finger was...
That had him dropping on his knees, starting to eat you out like he was starved. Just like you predicted. Nose deep, no hesitation to blow your slobbering cunt with abandon, moaning right on your core when he had the very first taste of your flavor. So sweet. Just like he predicted.
“Oh- oh!” You whimpered at the first clean lick he gave you, quivering like a virgin because it had been too long since someone showed you love there.
Anakin’s tongue had the knowledge and patience none of the guys your age had. Every motion was so passionately delivered, so intentional. No rush, no fast lapping to get you off quickly. Anakin knew exactly what would have you shaking with pleasure and wasn’t scared to spend his time getting to know every hidden, sticky spot. In fact, it seemed like he enjoyed taking his sweet time with his face buried in your exposed core.
It was the hottest shit you’d ever seen.
You were riled up by the precise technique with which he knew exactly how to pleasure your opening, sucking on your lips like they were the meal and not a measly pit stop. But what had you speechless, just at a loss of words, was the way he didn’t hesitate to dip his face into your heat with fervor. As he planted open mouth kisses to your slit, face fully covered by your juices, he only pulled back to spit on top of your clit and play with the liquid slob on top of your bundle of nerves.
No grimaces, no disgust faces, just utter fascination by your reactions and your pussy.
“Such a sweet thing.” Anakin whispered, flattening his tongue and lapping over your mound. “Careful, I might not let you leave.”
Please don’t. You replied inside your head.
Anakin’s sounds of approval and delight made this whole experience even more sinful. Something about the idea of him enjoying cheating on his wife touched a nerve inside of you, something so wild and dangerous: You had another woman’s man in between your legs and he was enjoying being of service to you. You arched your back at the naughty thought, something Anakin didn’t appreciate because it moved you from the angle he had specifically situated you on; he had already discovered the spot that had your toes curling.
The power rush combined with Anakin's attention to your clit had a knot forming on your abdomen. Supporting yourself on your elbows, you looked down at Anakin’s work, not wanting to miss the scenario in front of you, in case you climaxed earlier than anticipated. But what you saw only pushed you closer to said ending. Anakin was playing with your clit like a cat with a toy, giving rapid licks that had your head spinning, while staggering eager sucks onto your nub. Anakin’s lips enveloped your clit with such care, only to roughly slurped on it, only backing down until he heard you whining. Or moaning his name. Whichever came first.
“Anakin-” You bravely attempted to cry his name, unsure of his reaction.
Anakin took the opportunity to analyze your flustered image, his gaze inevitably drawn to your falling cleavage, given that he was pulling down on the fabric by shouldering your legs. He could see the top of your boobs spilling from your undergarments and he dreamed of the looks of them. How perky they would be, how firm and squeezable they must be. Fantasizing about your young tits had him rolling his hips against the wooden leg of the table.
If Anakin locking your legs around his shoulders to dig deeper into your cunt wasn’t enough to have you convulsing, his tongue breaching into you and maneuvering it like it was actually fucking you, did.
“Anakin, I’m close- Oh,” You could barely hold yourself, deciding to lean limp against the hard surface, waiting for Anakin to sweep you off your feet with an outstanding orgasm.
“That’s right, you’re gonna come on my tongue. How does that feel?” Anakin pushed, squeezing your ass and bringing your core over to him to devour. Like the certified slut you were, you rocked your hips against his face, relishing on the massage his nose inflicted on your most sensitive part. “Fucking your boyfriend’s dad face. This has to be a world record.”
Anakin stared at you over your mound, drinking the heavenly sight of your face contorting in ecstasy by his doing. Such a pretty, young thing, so slick and wet… coming undone by his tongue. And his tongue only.
“Such a slut… my slut.” He degraded you with darkened eyes, amazed at how those words only had you trembling harder. “Only wanting to come on my tongue, by my cock. Isn’t that right?”
You nodded, taking the little spaces he gave you in between words to fight off the pending peak; you didn’t want this to be over. You needed more from him, you needed everything.
“Y-yes!” You closed your eyes, preparing yourself for the familiar wave of satisfaction.
“Yes, what?” Anakin teased.
Would you dare?
“Yes, daddy!” You screamed when your climax toppled you over.
Anakin had the minimal kindness of not rubbing your choice of words on your face as you came over his fingers, dripping not only on his hand, but his table. This climax in particular had you weak; the aftershocks prolonged for more than you were used to and legs trembled as if you had just worked out. It could have been because you hadn’t had one in so long, or maybe because of his skillful tongue. Probably a combination of both. But truth be told, it was the best orgasm of your life.
Even with dizzy eyes you could spot the bulge twitching inside his fitted pants. He had promised you just a little taste, but it was so unfair to leave him like that. Right?
Right?
Boosting yourself up, you directed your hand straight to his waistband, actively searching to fish his cock.
“What are you doing?” Anakin questioned but did little to no effort to stop your wandering touch.
You didn’t give an answer, instead lips pouted with a fixed stare, you let your actions speak for you. After unbuckling his belt, you loosened his pants, being faced with the opportunity of a lifetime. Anakin sucked his breath in when he saw your nails dipping under the elastic of his underwear, shaky exhales at the expectation of contact. You were unaware of it, you wouldn’t even believe it, but it had been a while for him too. Besides his own hand, he hadn’t known the touch of someone else in so long and Padmé didn’t even do the trick by now.
So when Anakin saw your widened eyes as you scope up his erection from its confinements, he felt the same rush he used to savor with other conquests whenever Padmé and he were on a on-and-off break. But this was better, so much more electric. Your surprised gasp at his big cock elevated his ego to new highs. It just confirmed what he already knew: that you’ve dealing with stupid boys, when you deserved a real man.
And Anakin was exactly that.
His eagerness pushed you to envelope your hand around his shaft with more confidence, your fingers struggling to meet around it because of the delicious girth. Anakin let go as soon as he felt you tugging his length, crumbling on your shoulder, barely supporting himself on the edge of the table at each side of your hips. Being the big man he was, you didn’t expect Anakin to be so vocal during sex, but fuck were you wrong. Whimpers started to spill from his lips, landing right on your ear. It was the most exquisite sound you’ve heard.
It was just so hot to have him completely surrender to you, to the will of your hand. Gladly, you pumped harder and faster, expecting to hear more of his inviting sounds. Having the upper hand encouraged you to try and lead the situation, turning his head by his chin with two fingers, sucking in his bottom lip as a first move before properly kissing him. Jacking him off while he still had his pants on, had you squeezing your thighs, the sight turning on a switch for you.
He followed your initiative and dipped his very own fingers to take care of you again. He would do it as many times as you needed, just for his own amusement. Closing his eyes, he sighed in content when his digits were fully installed inside of your warm walls.
“That’s it, that’s the stuff.” He smiled into the words, making you cry even louder at the intrusion. He couldn’t stop praising you, he was too fascinated by you. “Always so wet for me. Fuck, yes. So wet and slick, ready to let me in. I adore this young pussy.”
You sobbed at the last words he pronounced, Anakin cracking a wicked grin. He was mesmerized by how unfiltered and vulgar your dark side turned out to be. Finally a worthy opponent.
Anakin and you worked on each other until you were both grazing the edge: sloppily kissing, moaning on each other's mouths and exchanging the same air by just how close you were. The scene replicated the rush and eagerness of a young couple who couldn’t keep their hands off each other’s pants. It was so intimate, yet distant at the same time.
Because he wasn’t technically fucking you his conscience weighted a bit less. Using that logic, Anakin found comfort that, as long as you two kept your shenanigans at hand stuff, there was no reason why he should be called a cheater. It was two people exchanging favors.
It was him shaking you off his system.
“A-Anakin, you make me feel so good. Please.” You squealed when he circled around your clit with his thumb as his thick fingers worked in and out of you.
“Next time you touch yourself, you’ll think of these fingers, you’ll think of me.” Anakin grunted, flicking your nub without care. He relished on the little scream you let out.
Anakin felt the exciting clench when he inserted his third finger in, your contorted face tattling you anyway. That was good news, because he was close too. It was hard for him not to when you were looking like sin itself with your dress discarded at waist level, cheeks flushed and mouth hung open, begging to be fucked by his tongue.
Anakin wanted to grip you, rip you apart, crush you under the weight of his desire. He needed to have all of you in order to move on, so the next half of his life was spent dreaming about the feeling of you, as an alternative of a lifetime simply wandering. And as much as he wanted to extend this moment forever, your constant spasms were threat enough to let him know release was right around the corner.
Gushing on him again, you felt your body going limp. Smiling to the ceiling, you thought about how Anakin had ended your miserable drought with two winning orgasms. It was so intense, you were actually ashamed of how many unholy sounds you squealed but it didn’t make sense why a simple hand job would feel so good.
Flipping onto your stomach at the speed light, Anakin needily pulled up the bottom of the dress until your ass was bare and exposed for him to fondle as he pleased, panting frantically. You didn’t even felt ashamed when he split you open; you offered yourself to him even more and he fucking loved it.
He fucking loved how shameless you were, how excited for his attention you got. A breath of fresh air, that was you.
But right when Anakin was about to give into his darkest desires, right about to cross the line between wrong and utterly wrong, gripping the edges of the table while trembling as his cock sat an inch away from your entrance…
Just one little push and he would taste heaven.
Just one little thrust and he would know glory in the purest form.
The debate raged inside of him, a bead of sweat falling from his temple. He was only torn away from his mental debate when your impatient orbs peep from over your shoulder.
“Please.” You whined, shaking your ass to entice him. “P-please do it, daddy. I’m begging, I really am.”
Knees weak, Anakin was about to cave.
Just one swing of his hips. Just one tiny buck-
Another whine came out of you, but a disappointing one, this time provoked by Anakin jacking himself off until he was covering your heart-shaped cheeks with the viscous liquid you desperately wanted to swallow. Holding your jaw so you would make eye contact with him, Anakin put two cum-covered fingers in front of you, almost spurting a second time when your eyes rolled at the back of your head at the taste. His jizz was as good as dessert, for fuck’s sake.
But things come to an end.
“This can’t ever be known.” Anakin finally picked himself up from behind you, buttoning his pants as he shook his head, clearing his throat. It felt like he was talking to himself, “This- uhm, this never happened. Never happened...”
“But it did. And I liked it.” Not fixing your dress so he would be greeted by your perky nipples, you turned to face him. “In fact, I loved it. I kinda want more.” You tilted your head, eyeing his groin without a filter. “Don’t you want more, daddy?” You had found a weak link and Anakin was making absolutely no effort to hide the effects of the word on him.
Of course he wanted more. He wanted everything. Especially when you were staring at him with those eyes, and that hair, and those tits- God, those firm, perky tits were getting to him.
The phone he had installed for inner communication inside the house rang. It was Padmé calling him to sleep, the noise from his workshop disturbing her dreams. A nerve-wracking feeling took over you as soon as the phone call ended, you evidently awaiting for his next statement.
He would either stay or leave. As simply as that.
In or out?
When Anakin took one bite of the pie as he fixed his eyes on you, you smirked as a mirror of his own smile.
I love how Tumblr is relatively anonymous if you want it to be but also. I want to see what my mutuals look like. Unfortunately we all write smut and do not want to be connected to that
•WARNINGS: Semi-smut. Age gap !!! Infidelity kink !!! (you’ve been warned, so if you do not agree pls leave because I’ll delete any hateful comments about this). Dirty talk, teasing in a public space, voyeurism, make out session. Mentions of an unhappy relationship/divorce/troubled marriage.
Pairing: dilf!Anakin Skywalker x female!reader.
Series Summary: Luke takes you home for Life’s Day. On the edge of giving up on you two, Skywalker manages to light up a fire inside of you again. Problem is… wrong Skywalker.
Part Two Summary: After your little moment with Mr. Skywalker last night, you’re determined to persuade your father-in-law into fucking you. Right on the dinner table with everyone else around. Including your boyfriend.
Word count: 3.5K.
Link to Part One
A/N: NOT PROOFREAD, english is my second language, so please be gentle. If there are any mistakes, pls let me know in private so I can correct them, thanks :) Also I have a serious issue between differentiating “in” and “on” situations, so bare with me lmao.
I’m super excited to announce that I’m very motivated to continue the journey of this pairing, so I’ll be turning FYBD into a series! :) but please be patient! I don’t usually deliver short fics, that’s why it takes me so long to post ! (also look at me trying to polish my themes, omg who am I?)
NEXT PART WILL BE PUBLISHED ON SATURDAY !!!! <3 Consider this as a Part 2.1. If you wanna be tag on it, leave me a comment below :)
“Alright, everyone gather at the table! Dinner 's ready!” Padmé yelled, placing the last set of plates while Leia dropped the center piece.
“Sugar, you look like a million bucks.” Luke complimented your outfit while you finished up accessorizing, hiding your eye roll by clipping your earrings.
Last night, you eventually made it to bed with him, feeling uneasy the rest of the night. You gave Luke your back, refusing to cuddle or respond to his arms wrapped around your waist. Tossing and turning, every time you shut down you dreamed about Anakin and his lustful orbs. And, unlike someone with common sense, you didn’t feel guilt from your forbidden target. No, it riled you up even more.
Being spooned by your boyfriend while thinking about his dad.
The naughtiness of it was a thrill you didn’t want to stop chasing.
“Is that dress new?” From the moment you woke up to this very instant, Luke hadn’t stopped apologizing and drowning you in compliments and demonstrations of affection.
Yet you still hadn’t responded to him with the same tenderness, prolonging your fight. The reality was that you had already forgotten all about the “slut” bomb, but staying angry at him somehow justified daydreaming about fucking Anakin.
“Thank you.” You replied coldly, checking yourself one last time in the mirror, turning around to make sure the back side wasn’t wrinkled.
You had chosen the tight, long, black dress even before making it your personal mission to seduce your boyfriend’s dad. You were now thanking Y/n from the past for packing something so flattering and form fitting to this particular event. It’s not like you were out of place, everyone was dressing up as well.
“Guys! I’m not calling you again!” Padmé rushed.
“Y/n I don’t want us to keep fighting… Not this weekend, please?” Luke caught your attention by trapping your hands inside his palms. “I’ll do better. Be more adventurous for you…” He murmured, caressing your arms with tenderness. Arching an eyebrow at your cleavage, “Maybe make it up to you tonight?”
Disappointment settled in your chest at the prospect of not spending the night with Anakin.
“Sure.” You faked a smile. “I’d like that.”
“Great.” He kissed your cheek, missing your horrorized face. “Now, after you, m’lady.” He exaggerated a bow for you to walk in front of him.
You snorted, “You’re such a dork.”
Luke escorted you to the table, pulling your chair to sit right in the middle of him and the empty head of the table. Right in front of you was Padmé, with a gorgeous light blue gown and beside her was Leia, who was trying to sit down Han at the other head of the table.
“I don’t want to sit right in front of your dad!” He whispered-yelled, being harshly pushed by his girlfriend to sit his ass down. To be such a tiny person, she sure was strong.
“Try to bond!” She whispered back, fanning herself so the sweat wouldn’t ruin her makeup.
“I'll get food poisoning” He huffed, crossing his arms in a childish manner. “And he’ll puke in my face.”
You couldn’t help but giggle, accepting Padmé’s offering of a glass of wine while observing Han’s pout.
“Easy for you to laugh, newbie.” He scoffed with his usual feistiness. “Could you please do something despicable so he hates you instead of me?”
Oh, you sure had done something to scare him off.
After he practically ran away from you at full speed, you hadn’t seen him all day. Leia and Han adopted you the whole morning, taking you to pick up some stuff for dinner and showing you around the area. Luke joined in at lunch time, after dealing with a way-too-long call from his friend Din. And even when you came back to the house, Anakin was secluded in his little cave, his personal workshop, in the back of the house and hadn’t showed up at all.
“Y/n, love that dress, you’ll have to lend it to me.” Leia complimented mid sip.
“Manners, Leia.” Padmé scolded her, head moving in disapproval as she set her napkin on her lap.
“You can borrow it whenever you want.” You winked at the short girl, earning a heartfelt smile.
“It’s perfect for my funeral.” Han dramatically threw himself on the backrest.
“Han, I can’t think of something I could do that would make him dislike me more than you.” You joked, cracking a breadstick.
Yes, you could.
“Maybe you could kick R2. At least that’s what Han did.” Luke snorted, Han’s head snapping to send daggers to the blonde.
“I didn’t kick R2!” Han raised his voice while wincing.
“Yeah, you did.” Leia murmured under her breath.
“I accidentally fell on him! How was I supposed to know that he was behind me?” Han freaked out, dramatizing the scenery. “Oh, who am I trying to convince? You already made up your mind about it.” He dismissed the potential debate, shooting the rest of his beer.
“Han, you’re overreacting, he doesn’t hate you.” Padmé reassured him with a soft smile. “That much.” She said under her breath.
“How bad could dad actually be?” Luke rolled his eyes, picking one of the entreés to stuff into his mouth in one bite.
You googled him while you were supposed to be showering: the “Hero with No Fear” had enough battles, manslaughtering and war crimes under his belt for Han’s panic to have grounds, your deep investigation showed.
“Ha! You haven’t endured his bullying for two years.” Han crossed his foot over his knee.
“And counting.” The voice that had you clenching around nothing boomed through the air, his figure appearing just when Han was about to eat a piece of breadstick, immediately choking. “Good, now I don’t have to do it myself…” Anakin muttered under his breath.
Anakin’s eyes widened when he distinguished that the seat reserved for him was right by your side. His usual seat was always at the head of the table, but having you at arm's reach was exceptionally dangerous after the occurrences of last night. It felt like all his hard work of avoiding you all day was just thrown into the trash with a single sweep. He convinced himself that he had to push through dinner, eating faster than usual and quickly returning to his workshop and wait until everybody left the dining room, so he could safely seek refuge in his bedroom.
Nonetheless, faith had a different path for him. One of painful blue balls and heavy sweating.
Why did you have to wear that dress? Was it indeed appropriate for a family dinner or was it just him thinking too much of it with the head inside his pants?
And why were you smirking at him like he was the meal you were about to devour?
“Anakin, good, you’re here. Let’s say grace so we can properly start eating.” Padmé announced, glaring at her son that was currently on his third appetizer.
Padmé thanked the Maker for having the whole family here, making special emphasis on being grateful for you this year, the new member of the family. You popped an eye open, and voilá, Anakin was staring at you while her wife praised you to the rest of the table. Separating your palms from praying position, you dropped one on top of his, careful not to make a single noise. You drew random figures inside his palms with your nail, biting your lip as you checked him out. If his handsome face wasn’t enough already, he was wearing a full suit, black tie on top of a white buttoned up.
Perfect to rip apart.
“And please bless this delicious meal that it’s about to feed us… Amen.” Right before she could pronunciate that final word, Anakin had slapped your hand away. “Alright, let’s dig in! Ani, honey, could you do the honors and carve the turkey?”
Whatever that would keep him away from temptation.
Getting up, Anakin picked up the utensils, turning the turkey around to cut into it. Doing the proper round, he asked every single person their meat preferences before making the incision, starting with his wife. Anakin quickly ruled that him with knives and using his strength to lash a large piece of meat wasn’t the best evasive mechanism when he spotted you drooling over his flexed bicep.
“Dad, I want a leg.” Leia requested, passing up her plate to him.
“Sure, darling.” Anakin propped the leg on her plate carefully. “Good choice.”
“I want one too, please.” Han put his plate up in his direction.
Anakin glared and huffed, but eventually dumped the requested piece on Han’s dish. “Fucking child…”
Giving up, Han dropped on his chair, violently biting the leg. After Luke picked white meat, Anakin had no other choice but to pay attention to you.
“Y/n-” He cleared his throat, ignoring your subtle attempt to press your cleavage against the table so your tits would pop into his vision. “How do you like your meat?”
Anakin regretted that question the second he formulated it. Although, he was appreciative that the brawl between the twins deprived everyone else from your answer.
You offered your plate to him, wide doe eyes as your foot grazed his shin. “I like my meat tender.” Your velvety voice sent an electric wave directly to his groin.
The rest of the dinner was no better.
Playing footsie, curling your hair with your finger, glancing at him longer than necessary, more lascivious than necessary. There was this particular moment that still had his mind-blown: You, leaned over to Luke to whisper something in his ear, gaining a laugh from him in complicity and sealing the adorable scene with a quick peck, all while your sandal made its way up to an escalating boner inside Anakin’s underpants.
“Pass the salt, please.” Anakin requested out loud, clearing his throat, seeking a distraction.
But you were fast as a bolt.
“There you go, sir.” Flashbacks from your face all flustered calling him that kicked in, the salt shaker falling from his hand at his nervousness and the contact of your hand.
“Y/n, question.” Leia broke through the madness of noises.
“Of course, shoot.” Anakin was amazed at your ability to smile like nothing was happening underneath the table, like you weren’t trying to touch his thigh underneath the table cloth with the hand that wasn’t supporting your chin.
“What’s your major? I think I haven’t asked you that yet.” Leia swallowed a spoonful of sweet potato casserole.
“I’m a psych major.” You drank a bit of your wine.
“Oh, that solves the mystery. You’re dating Luke as an experiment, aren’t you?” Leia mocked, earning a kick from her brother. “Auch, laser brain!”
“Leia!” Padmé scolded her.
“My God, have you been psychoanalyzing us this whole time?” Han stopped chewing his biscuit as he stared deep into your soul. “How bad is it?” He was dead serious.
“Oh my- No! No! I haven’t, I promise.” You totally had.
“Could you please prescribe something to mom so she relaxes once in a while?” Leia begged. “Or give her a session, whatever works.”
“Bet you are thrilled to hear Y/n is a psychologist, huh, sir? Know how much you love shrinks, Mr. Skywalker.” Han’s sarcasm revealed -in a very obvious way- how much Anakin did not like your profession.
“Still better than being a smuggler.” Anakin bit down on a piece of meat with venom directly right at Han.
“Oh, dad!” Luke exclaimed. “You should do dad!”
You grinned at the way Anakin almost spit his drink.
“I’m so open to that, sir.” You turned to meet the former Jedi’s face and smirked with mischief at Anakin’s knuckles turning white on his grip on the chair.
“Do you do the little shrink couch thing?” Han wondered with his mouth full.
“I mean, if the patient wants to lay down while I do all the work, that’s fine by me.” You laughed innocently, batting your eyelashes to Anakin the second everyone got distracted trying to guess what you would diagnosed Han with.
Sensing Anakin’s heavy breathing, you did the whole charade of dropping your fork onto the floor, obliged to pick it up. As much as Anakin tried to nervously hide the bulge in his pants, you confirmed that your little game was in fact working. You sat back on your chair with a victorious snicker.
“Oh, c’mon dad! Let Y/n work her magic on you! You bottle so much stuff, it’s good to let them out.” Leia reasoned, completely missing the panicked face of the woman that gave birth to her.
“Suddenly, I’m full.” Anakin announced, cleaning the sauce off the edges of his mouth and tossed the napkin to his plate, getting ready to leave.
“You can’t go, we haven’t had dessert yet.” Padmé frowned, signaling with a harsh glare to sit back down.
“Why don’t Luke and I take care of that?” You stood up, picking up the empty plates around.
“Oh, no, sweetie, you’re a guest-”
“No problem at all! Please let me take care of you.” The fact that you said that while collecting Anakin’s plate was a true coincidence.
“Only if you let Han and I wash the dishes!” Leia negotiated, following her mother’s welcoming values.
“Shut up, I bet they were going to do it anyway.” Han grunted with gritted teeth.
“We’ll be back with dessert.” You declared, dividing the tower of plates and walking to the kitchen with your boyfriend.
While Luke threw away the leftovers, you came back to scoop up the rest of the plates with the side dishes and so. You surveyed everyone about their dessert preferences, until you reached a spot next to Anakin.
“Padmé, back me up here! Wouldn’t it be cool if we save money on rent and live in the Falcon?” Han upped his voice to match Leia’s.
“I'm not living on a ship that’s falling apart, Han!”
“It would be an adventure every day!”
Sliding by Anakin’s side to hoist up the gravy bowl, you briefly grazed his shoulder with your chest, excusing the lame contact by your need to stretch for the dish. While you were leaned over him, the low-cut of your dress exposed to his delight, you turned your head and asked him:
“Would you like dessert, sir?” No one would figure that your question had any double meaning, but Anakin knew the filthy desires your eyes hid.
“Not for me, thanks.” He smiled curtly, doing a superhuman effort not to fall into the teasing of your playful peaks behind the tight fabric.
“Are you sure, Mr. Skywalker? The pie’s so soft and warm, very creamy. Baked it myself.” Anakin visibly shuddered, inhaling sharply as he closed his eyes while gripping the armrest.
You grinned, thanking your hair for covering your expressions to the rest of the family so you could bite your lip lecherously.
“On a diet.” He spat, playing with his fork to avoid the magnetic pull of your wanting eyes. And if you hadn’t taken the hint, he rubbed his eye with his left hand, showing off the gold band in his ring finger.
“Please, it’s cheat day.” You curved your lips into a smirk, feeling clever at the pun. “Just a taste? Bet you’ll love it.” That tortuous glint in your eyes. It had him, it had him good.
“He’s always playing hard to get, Y/n. Bring him a piece!” Padmé interrupted the moment, smiling at you and Anakin, unaware of the tension she had just cut off.
“I see that.” You finally left the table, not without grazing his back with your swaying hips.
“You know what? I’ll help you with these.” Anakin barked, standing up and picking the few dishes left.
“Oh-” You stiffened at his huge figure walking towards you. You were not prepared for him to bite into the trap. “Not necessary, sir. I’ll come back for the rest.”
“Let me. It’s the least I can do.” Standing in front of you, he raised his eyebrows to hurry you.
Nervously, you made your way to the small aisle before the kitchen, feeling the powerful pounding of your heart. His presence hung heavy behind you and suddenly the bravery you had flagged during supper had magically disappeared, the only trail it left were your jelly legs. Mere feet from the kitchen door, you felt a pull from your waist, your back stamping against the wall.
“Is this funny to you?” Anakin glared at you, pressing your torso enough to threaten your ability to breathe. “Trying to break up a marriage, being the homewrecker of your boyfriend’s family? While he’s at the table?”
You tried to escape, fighting against him for your release. But if the enlarging of his nostrils was any sign, you were not going anywhere anytime soon. It was time to summon that feistiness back.
“You can’t mess up something that’s already broken.” You snapped, squinting your eyes. “Why are you really here Anakin? To tell me off?” You cocked an eyebrow, glancing down at him. “You don’t seem rather convincing.”
Being between a rock and a hard place had a whole other meaning when you were sandwiched between the wall… and Anakin’s crotch.
“Stop it.” He demanded, seeing the way you put aside the dishes on a nearby table to play with the lapels of his suit.
“That’s not what you were saying last night.” You grazed your lips against his chin, enjoying the quivering that came from it. “Why do you fight it, Anakin? And don’t pull up your lame excuse of a marriage, when we both know that’s not the reason.”
Anakin pushed you by your throat, your head hardly banging against the wallpaper. He overlooked your whining, taking advantage of your dizziness to get his point through.
“Forget me, Y/n. All about me. All that happened.” He warned in a deeper voice. “For my sake. For yours.”
“Tell me you don’t want me, Anakin, and I’ll stop, hell, I’ll fucking leave.” You murmured with a fire in your eyes letting him know that you weren’t joking around. “Just say the words and I’ll be out of your face.”
Disappointment settled in Anakin’s chest at the prospect of not seeing you anymore.
So he stayed silent, waiting for the duel inside his head to end and speak the winner’s name: lust or reason. Luke’s voice calling for his girlfriend helped the struggle come to a conclusion.
“You haven’t answered the question.” You reminded him, to his disdain. “I want you, Anakin, you-”
“Forget me, Y/n. It may be too late for me, but there may be salvation for Luke and you.” He advised, pushing the plates back to you, stepping back.
“Y/n! I need help over here!” Luke again.
“Alright. Loud and clear, sir.” You spat, brushing past Anakin while he still stared at the floor.
Marching down to where the voice was calling you, you encountered Luke elbow deep into the water.
“Hey, you brought the rest of the-”
“Did you mean it? When you said you wanted to be more spontaneous?” Your breathing was irregular from the adrenaline rush.
“What?” Luke frowned, drying up his forearms with the hand towel.
“Kiss me, Luke. Kiss me now.” You demanded, wrapping your arms around his shoulders and pressing against him.
“It’s everything okay? Why-”
“Luke! Please.” You purred on his ear, peppering smooches along his cheek. “Kiss me, please.”
Once Luke caught up with your level of neediness, he delivered the antidote for your hornyness. Hands fixed on your hips, Luke’s lips found yours and played along at the dangerous pace you set. The makeout session quickly escalated: out of nowhere you were roughly jammed against the counter top, manly hands sliding to your back side to squeeze some of the fat. You reciprocated Luke’s attention by playing with his hair as you sucked his bottom lip. It wasn’t nearly as exciting as kissing Anakin; because even when you and Luke were almost sucking each other’s face off, he was still too gentle for you.
But thrill didn’t take long to appear through the door.
Anakin’s stroll to the kitchen ceased at the door frame, when he spotted the heated embrace you two were entangled in. Thankfully, the only person he could see was you and barely because of Luke’s back. So your visual connection was only possible because you managed to angle your boyfriend so you could see Anakin above his shoulder.
Luke moaned when you hugged him tighter, kissed him harder.
“Y/n.” He moaned, unaware that your sudden passion was boosted at the sight of his dad’s heaving chest.”You’re so hot, sugar.”
“I want you.” You whimpered, staring dead into Anakin’s eyes. “I need you.” Your naked leg escaped the slit from your dress, surrounding Luke’s hip. “Just do it. Give it to me.”
Whatever sweet nothing Luke murmured into your ear flew right under your radar as you delighted yourself with the view of Anakin’s hurting frown. The image was ripped away from you when Luke physically circled your attention back to you.
“You’re so beautiful, Y/n. You’re too much for me.” Thanking him, you came back to kissing, the only escape route you had at hand to evade his love bombarding.
However, Luke’s cringy dirty talk was the second most disappointing thing to happen in that kitchen, just after Anakin leaving.
•WARNINGS: SMUT. Age gap !!! Infidelity kink !!! (you’ve been warned, so if you do not agree pls leave because I’ll delete any hateful comments about this). Dry humping, voyeurism, dirty talk, degrading kink, actual slutshamming. Mentions of an unhappy relationship/divorce/troubled marriage, so a bit of angst.
Pairing: dilf!Anakin Skywalker x female!reader.
Summary: Luke takes you home for Life’s Day. On the edge of giving up on your relationship, Skywalker manages to light up a fire inside of you again. Problem is… wrong Skywalker.
Word count: 6.7k. IT'S DILF ANAKIN, SUE ME.
A/N: NOT PROOFREAD, english is my second language, so please be gentle. If there are any mistakes, pls let me know in private so I can correct them, thanks :) Also I have a serious issue between differentiating “in” and “on” situations, so bare with me lmao.
Also part 1??? idk
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Luke and you had been dating for less than a year when he decided to invite you over to his family home for Life’s Day. Of course you were shocked, you haven’t been together long enough to meet his family yet. Your whole relationship with Luke had an awkward start to be honest: just a random hookup from a college party that snowballed into a relationship after you couldn’t fight his attempts of asking you out with those damn puppy eyes.
Luke was nice. He really was.
He was the typical guy who was too nice for his own good. Too gentle, too naive, too soft. Quite the gentleman, but not quite what you needed.
But you settled. Because he gave you a sense of comfort and safety; his loyalty burying every heartache from the past, along with your need for spark and romance. He was the logical choice, pursuing something more “thrilling” would only send you back to square one.
You really, really liked him.
Though you didn’t love him.
Nor did he turn you on. But, hell, he gave some damn good back massages.
Luke’s squealing interrupted your mental debate over your life’s choices. His big smile and frenetic pointing at the map was overwhelming you, to the point that you pondered if you didn’t fuck your holiday break by tagging along. The whole flight there, the commute to his house, up until the unloading of your luggage was much more Luke energy than you could handle. He was just so exhilarated to finally bring a girl home; something he had never done before.
You also remembered how annoying your family’s Life’s Day would be with your sister’s divorce; flying to Naboo with him was the best option available, so you swallowed your intolerance and forced a smile. You just wished he could lower his voice enough to hear your own thoughts.
He did once the driver turned around the corner and you were faced with an enormous black gate. You had to admit it to yourself, the pristine house he grew up in was beautifully covered in snow, the bright golden lights shining around the rooftop and giving it a proper holiday feel to it. It was the classical rich people's house that anyone would die to live in, but only affordable to those who were in business, or politicians.
Like his mom, former representative of Naboo and twice-elected Chancellor of the Galactic Republic, Padmé Amidala-Skywalker.
Oh, yeah, a big reason behind your growing stomachache was his famous parents. Even though he restricted himself from talking too much about them, you knew the necessary intel to be afraid of standing in front of the doorbell. Apart from being the galaxy’s power couple, you were specifically nervous about Padmé’s maternal instinct kicking in and finding out how much of a whore you were before meeting her son.
Unexpectedly, and almost giving you a heart attack, his mom was the one who opened the door.
“Luke! Darling, you’re here!” She exclaimed, whipping the side of her face with the back of her hand. “Oh, I’ve missed my little boy!” She hugged him tightly, swinging him from side to side.
Was she crying before we even arrived?
“Mom!” He tried to put on the act, like you didn’t already know he was a mama’s boy. “I’m running out of air!”
“Oh, I’m sorry! I just haven’t seen you in such a long time, my dear! C’mon on in, it’s freezing outside!” Her mom led both of you inside, where you could take off your coats covered in snow. Wearing a leather jacket was, in fact, a dumb idea. “You must be Y/n! Luke has told us so much about you!” She smiled politely at you, respectfully offering you her hand.
So here you were, joining in on the Skywalker’s Life’s Day celebration, feeling totally out of place. Walking up the steps to the mansion’s entrance gave you the chills. He had warned you that the decoration could go over the top, but his family was really humble at its core. Padmé seemed to be fulfilling that promise by the way she held a genuine smile and his chin wasn’t up in judgment.
“It’s such a pleasure to meet you, Mrs. Amidala-Skywalker.” You shook it quite nervously and with a voice deeper than usual, not wanting to give the wrong impression.
“Oh, call me Padmé. Mrs. Amidala-Skywalker is too formal.” She shook her head funnily. “And too long.” She joked, although her face fell a bit in the middle of her chuckling.
“Thank you, Mrs. Padmé.” It would take you a while to get into your comfort zone.
“You’re well-mannered. I like that.” She winked at you, ordering the droid staff to take your bags to Luke’s old room. “I would have given you the guest bedroom, however, I had to place my daughter’s boyfriend in there.”
“What about the second guest r-”
“I only thought you'd be thrilled to show your girlfriend your childhood bedroom.” Padmé interrupted Luke with a stern look.
“Yeah.” He circled his attention back to you and gave you an - awkward- peck. Well, it was to you, but you still forced a smile. “Why doesn’t Han bunk with Leia?” Luke wandered, tilting his head.
“Do you want to give your father a heart attack?” Sarcastically, Padmé arched her eyebrow, looking at her son like he was stupid.
Luke chuckled, shaking his head like he indeed understood what dumb question he had just asked. “You’re right.” Turning to you, he let you in on the inside joke. “Dad’s very protective of Leia.”
“What father isn’t?” You chipped in, hoping it would help you boost some points with Padmé.
Honestly, you knew next to zero about Luke’s dad. Coming from a Separatist family, your information about the Clone Wars was highly polarized. The only thing you knew was that he was a former Jedi and old war hero, but he walked out from the Order to concentrate on family. “Walking out” another way of saying “was kicked out for breaking the Code”. Potato-potato.
“Talking about dad, where is he?” Luke pulled you close by your waist, to which you subtly cringe.
You seriously had to pull your shit together if you wanted to survive the weekend.
“Oh, you know how he is…” She sighed, his eyes changing to show a tired shine. “He’s in the back fixing one of our cleaning droids.” Luke’s mother looked like she didn’t want to drag on the topic, quickly inviting us to sit in the resting room and drink hot cocoa.
As a stereotypical mom, she started to question the living crap out of you. Not with heat, but fascination about finding out every detail about his son’s first girlfriend. It was almost like she couldn’t believe it. Although Luke swiftly stopped her when he saw how quickly it was all getting to you. Guess the Force was on your side, because right when she was about to ask about your college experience, Luke’s sister and her boyfriend arrived.
“Oh, great! Now everyone’s here!” Padmé jumped from her seat to go and open the door.
“Can you believe the amount of snow that is blocking our street? We could barely park!” Leia -your guess- complained, entering the household.
“And I’m so happy to see you too, darling!” Padmé exclaimed with a louder intonation, giving out the double meaning of her words.
Leia sighed, dropping her bag. “Sorry, mom. Hello, how are you?” From what you could see, the braided girl had hugged her mom, letting go of the initial tenseness after feeling the warmth of her love.
“Thank you, I’m doing better now that you’re here.” Padmé kissed her on the side of her temple and moved on to the next person. “Han dear, how have you been?” She went and gave him a little hug.
“Same old, same old.” He shrugged his shoulders, with a sleek smile. “Thanks for sending the car to pick us up, Padmé.”
First name basis, I see.
“Oh, it’s nothing. We are actually in the living room! Come, come. Luke brought his girlfriend.” She upped her voice suggestively.
“A girlfriend? He knows what those are?” His sister mocked, entering the room. “Well, well, if it isn’t the golden child.” The pair of twins hugged, his sister taking advantage of her position to shuffle his hair.
“It’s always nice to see you, Leia.” He smiled, brushing back his messy hair. “This is Y/n. Y/n, the monster I call sister.” He introduced you, earning a smack from the feisty brunette.
“Pleasure to meet you, I’m Leia, this one’s older sister.” He pointed at him with her thumb, side smiling at you.
You laughed, shaking her hand with extra enthusiasm after seeing that you could actually bond with this girl.
“She knows we’re twins, Leia.” Luke huffed.
“I’m an older soul.” She smiled with confidence, so unlike her brother.
“Good to finally put a face to the name.” You squeezed one last time before pulling her one inch in your direction and murmuring. “All bad things of course.”
Leia cackled as well, winking at you with complicity and calling the tall man behind her to join the circle of introductions.
“This is Han, the man lucky enough to be my boyfriend.” She announced, the man reaching out to shake your hand.
“Han Solo, ma’am. Pleasure to meet your acquaintance.” He was still carrying a shit load of bags but he managed to extend his palm to you. “Good to have another witness for when Leia murders me.”
“Y/n Viss. You too.” You grinned, feeling totally comfortable around them, even though they were strangers just seconds ago.
“You know nothing, okay Y/n?” She pointed at you in an accusatory manner to which you replied with the gesture of putting an imaginary lock on top of your lips. Giving you a thumbs up with a wink, she changed the topic. “Where’s dad?” Leia asked just like her brother before.
“Oh, he’s in the back fixing up a droid with R2. Could you please call him?” Padmé asked politely to the red-colored droid who was fixing up a light. Nervously playing with her hands, she added: “Tell him the kids have arrived.”
Waiting for Luke’s famous dad to appear, they started to catch up about family stuff that you couldn’t understand. You appreciated their efforts to include you in the conversation, but sometimes you simply couldn’t catch up and ended up talking to Han about how big of a deal holidays were to the Skywalkers. When you were reeled in back into the conversation, you were lucky to confirm that, much to Luke’s disdain, you and his sister were cut with the same knife. They lost you again when the conversation took a turn about uncle Obi-Wan not joining this year because they were visiting his wife’s family.
“So he’s stuck on Mandalore all through the holidays? Poor him.” Leia snorted, tensing her mouth to the side.
“You know how much he loves your aunt Satine.” Padmé shrugged her shoulders. You couldn’t help but sense a dark veil covering her eyes when she pronounced those words. Almost like she was longing for a feeling like that.
“He’ll be here in no time.” The droid Padmé sent to retrieve her husband came back, returning to his old position.
“Thank you, R3.” She forced a smile when her husband took longer than expected to show his face.
Ever since you arrived, her sadness was utterly obvious to you. The type of sadness that you want for it to be invisible, but it’s totally palpable. It comes out of you, like unstoppable waves. It tenses up the environment, even when you fight with your whole soul for it not to show, so people wouldn’t feel uncomfortable. The type of sadness that eats you alive, while the world keeps moving in front of your eyes; making you feel tiny, absorbed, alone.
Her sadness was utterly obvious only to you apparently. And it was not because you were a psych major. It was fascinating how oblivious people were to her emotions, her kids barely noticing the downfall of her mood. While they fought over who had the right to put the star on the Life’s Day tree, the pace of the conversation quickly declined.
Until-
“There you are!” A voice boomed from behind you: a manly, strong voice. One that sent shivers down your spine. “Where’s my favorite girl?”
Leia looked over her shoulder, splitting an immediate grin before getting up in no time. “Dad!”
You turned around slowly to finally meet Mr. Skywalker, or should you say Luke’s dad? You didn’t want to overstep, so maybe Luke’s dad-
Daddy was a much more accurate option.
You instantly froze at the sight of his broad shoulders and muscular biceps shining through the living room. Gulping loudly, you made a mental note to pick up your jaw from how far it had fallen.
That was Luke’s dad?!
The man that didn’t look like he was capable of having two adult children, the man that was the definition of your type, the man that had you feeling some type of heat after months of being in a drought-
That was Luke’s dad?!
Why was Luke’s dad the hottest man you had ever seen?!
“Ah-ha!” He laughed, embracing Leia in a tight hug. “Look at you, sweetie, why won’t you stop growing?” He scooched back after one last squeeze to observe her chortling.
You came back to your senses and forced your open mouth shut when Padmé murmured besides you. “I know, he’s so over the top with her. But they have always lived in their own little world. Can’t explain that connection.”
“Yeah, yeah… No, totally get it.” You urgently drank from your mug, praying not to choke on the accelerated pace you were chugging on the cocoa.
Luke’s dad?! Really?
“When are you going to stop treating me like I’m 5?” Leia rolled her eyes, but finally grinned condescendingly to her dad.
“When you stop being my baby girl.” He tilted his head and shook her lightly. “That means never.” He chuckled with love in his eyes. “Now, where’s that brother of yours?”
“Right here, dad.” With your eyes glued to Luke’s dad fit form, you barely perceived when the couch dipped besides you as Luke went to meet his father.
“Luke, come here. Let me take a look at you.” He beamed to his son with the same spark as his daughter, wrapping his arms around his shoulders tightly.
What you would give to be Luke.
“You’ve been bulking, haven’t you?” His dad patted his arms, frowning to then chuckle.
“Bulking is a compliment, but yeah, I've been hitting the gym more. Courtesy of Din.” He exhaled with an embarrassed eye roll. “Y/n helps me stay motivated though.”
“Y/n?” His dad’s frown deepened in confusion.
Oh, shit, that’s my cue.
“Y/n, my girlfriend.” That made his frown dissolve into a curious gaze. “Y/n, come over here. Let me introduce you to my dad.”
He called you in and you felt the world moving in slow motion as you made your way to the hottest person your eyes had ever spotted. You clumsily stood from your spot on the couch, carefully surrounding the coffee table until where they were. Your gazes crashed and it felt like you were being punched out of air. Literally.
Staring into his beautiful blue orbs quite literally left you speechless, overthinking the way he was even more gorgeous up close. Not even the little wrinkles around his eyes could convince that he wasn’t the most handsome man you had ever touched. Fuck, the wrinkles made him even hotter.
Shyly, you extended your hand to meet his. His palm was big, almost twice your size, and strong. So fucking strong and veiny. No doubt he worked out to maintain his physique.
“Mr. Skywalker, a pleasure.” You curved your lips into a coy smile.
You were usually not that easy to intimidate, so being here, feeling so small and bare was definitely out of your comfort zone. You were already showing your true personality to the rest of his family, but with his dad? Yeah, you didn’t see that happening. It was even less probable after seeing how serious he was with you.
“Y/n, what a surprise.” His intense stare softened and he reciprocated the little smile, with much more style and confidence than you’d ever imagine. “What a real Life’s Day treat.” He crooked his smile, squeezing your hand in his hold. A vile spark in his eyes sparked for just a second, but you caught it in time. “Anakin Skywalker. But, please, call me Anakin.”
He let go of you and it took all of your self-control not to whine out loud. “Nice to meet you, sir.” You held your own palm, missing his warmth.
He pointed at you and widened his eyebrows, tilting his head until you caught up with his intentions. “Anakin! Sorry.” You laughed on the low and he chuckled even more, nodding with a toothless grin.
“Oh, give up, dear. She’s too polite. Can’t call me Padmé even when I beg her to.” Your visual connection to Anakin broke when he spinned to meet the voice of his wife.
Wife. Right. Fuck.
Well, to be his wife he wasn’t that excited to see her…
“Don’t worry Padmé. I’ll keep you young.” Han joked, catching a piece of cheese in his mouth.
“Han.” Anakin groaned, strolling to the center of the living room until he was face to face with the aforementioned. “You’re… here.”
Offering his hand with a confident grin, Han greeted his in-law. “Anakin.” Even standing up, Anakin was still one whole inch taller than Solo, the human wall.
“Mr. Skywalker is okay for you.” He stopped Han on his tracks, ignoring the peace offering extended between them to then walk to what appeared to be his personal armchair.
“Sure thing, sir.” Han dropped his head to the front, gripping his hips and sighing at the defeat. “Thank you for having me yet another year.” The hint of sarcasm not going unnoticed by us, the viewers.
“Thank Leia for dragging your ass here, not me.” He mumbled before throwing himself to the designer chair.
“Anakin!”
“Dad!” Leia exclaimed, scolding her dad alongside Padmé. “You said you were going to try.” She said through gritted teeth, swatting Han’s when he tried to stop her.
“Fine.” He rolled his eyes, casually levitating a drink to his lap. The glass with the brown liquid found its way to his gloved hand, carefully held there before being taken to his plump lips. “How’s that ship of yours, Han?”
The image of his lazy manspreading on the cushioned seat, added to the occasional drinking of his whisky had you dripping more than you should. Scratch that- You shouldn’t be dripping at all. But his mature look, combined with his magnetic eyes and huge frame, had you crushing hard on him. He was a man, 6 ft of pure man and muscle.
“The Falcon?” That fired something inside of Han. “Yeah, she’s a beauty. I was twitching her canons, but I had to pause for a while to fix the hyperspace propulsors.” He explained, thankful to connect over something he loved.
“Maybe it wouldn’t be such a piece of trash if you let me take a look at it.” Anakin mumbled before taking a sip. You giggled at his comment, using your cup to hide the mean action. However, Anakin caught you and curved his lip up in complicity.
Before Han could reply back, or you could be even more obvious about your infatuation, Padmé stood up and barked:
“Who wants to see some Life’s Day movies?”
It was going to be a long weekend… and it was only Friday.
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Whatever Hallmark Life’s Day movie that was being presented on the TV in front of you had stopped being interesting to you ages ago. Your whole focus of attention was your boyfriend next to you who was munching on popcorn like he had never tasted the damn things before.
You resented him, for not having the same appetite for you as he did for that microwaved corn. People had left an hour ago and he still seemed more entertained by the movie with the predictable plot than by your presence.
“Hey, Luke.” You broke the silence.
“Yeah, sugar pop?” You hated that nickname and you have already expressed that to him. But you pushed through: For you, for your sanity.
“I was thinking…” You grazed his shoulder with your fingernail, kneeling on the sofa to press yourself against him. “It’s been a while since, you know…”
“Since what?” He talked with his mouth full, not paying attention to your seduction tactics.
Rolling your eyes, you forced him to look at you by harshly turning his face by his chin.
“Since we’ve fucked.” You spat, surprising the blonde. “I’m sorry if I’m being blunt, baby, but- but… I miss you.” You pouted with a softer voice.
That was half a lie. You missed dick. In whatever form it came.
“I-It hasn’t been that long.” He stuttered, deviating his gaze to your naked shoulder. The shirt you had stolen from him had a bigger neckline than you needed, causing it to shuffle over your collarbones and shoulders.
“It’s been six weeks, Luke.” You frowned, caressing his arms with neediness. It didn’t help your case that his dad had ignited that fire even more. “Don’t you miss me?” You whined like a spoiled brat.
You even attempted to straddle him when he pushed you back down to your previous seat.
“Are you crazy, Y/n?” He scoffed with indignation. “W-we’re at my parent’s house. We are in the living room, for God’s sake!” He got startled, sitting back onto the backrest to gain some distance.
“Shh, shh. We can be quiet, they’ll never know.” You tried to calm him down. If it was like other times, you were positive that noise wouldn’t be an issue. “We could be spontaneous. Maybe just a quick handjob? I can even do it under the blanket, see-”
“Y/n!” He scolded you, swatting your hand away. “It’s not funny!”
“I agree! It’s not funny, Luke!” You finally exploded. “Physical touch is important to me and you haven’t even attempted to touch me since before Thanksgiving! I-I feel like I’m losing my mind here- Please meet me halfway!”
The blush in your face could be because the embarrassment of begging to be fucked or because you were bottling up the desire to punch him in the nards.
“Y/n… You’re being dramatic.” He huffed, boosting himself up. “I’m just not in the mood right now.” He dismissed you, walking out of the conversation without caring about you.
“Not today, not the day before, not last week, not ever!” You were on the edge of tears. “Luke, you always do this! You walk away before we can resolve this issue.”
“It’s not an issue! It’s you being a total slut, unable to control yourself.” He blurted out with fury. Even when he realized what he had said, it was too late. He had already fucked it up big time. “Sugar, please, don’t- I didn’t mean that. I-I-”
“Leave.” Even through gritted teeth your voice was threatening.
“Sugar-”
“Fucking leave, Luke.” Your voice trembled.
You weren’t sad. You were fucking furious.
Your pulse came back down when you heard your boyfriend’s footsteps walking away. And as you stared at the screen, a nauseating couple kissing for the first time, you wondered why the hell had you stayed for so long in an unhappy relationship.
Meanwhile, up the stairs Luke was walking to his second round of judging.
“Luke.” Anakin called him, separating himself from his slouched posture on the wall. It seemed like he had heard part of the argument, if not everything. “Hey, hey-”
“What, dad?!” He spatted, jerking against Anakin’s chest when he tried to stop him from going to his room.
“That wasn’t cool, buddy. You lashing out like that with her.” Anakin frowned, disappointment exuding from him.
“Stay out, okay, dad? This is between me and her.” He grunted, trying to push through.
It was so unlike him to get this upset by anything. Not even when Leia crashed his first ever speeder had he ever witnessed Luke being this rude. Whatever it was that touched a sensitive nerve inside him escaped Anakin’s understanding.
“It’s okay if you don’t want to be intimate right now, but don’t leave her like that. What she’s asking doesn’t seem like that big of a deal, if you just commu-”
“Then why don’t you fuck her, dad?” Luke barked, getting away with his mission of finally turning in to bed.
Exhaling like he just lost a battle, Anakin watched as his son slapped shut his bedroom door. What started as an innocent trip for a glass of water had just turned into a pending argument with his son. The house was wrapped in a deadly silence, only the water filling up the cup could be heard. Anakin questioned if you had fallen asleep, it was expected that you would rather spend the night on the couch than sharing a bed with Luke, after the insult he had just called you.
He quickly reminisced about the second he landed his eyes on you.
It felt like a spark ignited inside of him, a fire that had been put down for some time now. Padmé and he had agreed not to spoil the holidays with their on-going dispute, but truth be told, it seemed like the marriage he once considered sacred was now falling apart. The last time both of them had laid together was many moons ago, around the Festival of Lights and even then it was used as a mechanism to stop the incessant screaming. Anakin had made amends with the fact that the part of his life full of thrill and ecstasy - and love-, was over for him. And the only high he indulged in nowadays was flipping a busted ship, the roar of the engine coming alive loud enough to drown the storm inside his mind.
But then you…oh, you.
You were quite the magician, bringing the dead from inside his chest back to life with just a glimpse of your smile and wandering eyes. Anakin’s heart roared to the rhythm of your laugh, his expression lines had a reason to dip once more. He had a hunger for life again, the crumbs of your attention the meal he had been craving for months.
Anakin had always felt like he was behind in life: too immature for the Council, too unpredictable for the Jedi Order: too rough, too powerful, too much. And for once in his life, he felt like he was born too soon. For once he desired to be younger and more stupid, for his reckless nature to break through again. To be less.
Less old. Less of a husband. Less of a father.
You… oh, you.
Instead of knocking the air out of him, it was like you were giving it back.
Not wanting to wake you up, he tiptoed to the staircase, when he heard some crying coming from the living room. Cursing in his head, he regretted his decision of grabbing the late night snack after all. He wasn’t equipped to handle emotions, he could barely controle his own. However, the thought of you sitting alone in the darkness, in an unknown place drowning in sorrow pushed him to be the life-saver he didn’t know how to be. But when he came to console you, tensing at the expectation of having an uncomfortable chat with his son’s girlfriend -or object of his desires-, he found out that you were not precisely sulking about the previous fight.
Oh… you.
Being alone at midnight, in a house you didn’t know that well was probably not your brightest idea. Needless to say, between this and going back to sleep in the same bed as Luke, it was probably best if you got used to the idea of developing back problems for the rest of the weekend.
After repeating every angle of the situation over and over, you decided to take a break. It was already pretty late and that didn’t help you in your path of forgiveness. So you walked around, admiring the pictures on the pristine shelves. Some hanging on the white wall, proving just how proud the Skywalker family was. There were images of the twins when they were little, tons of birthdays, high school graduation, and a shitload of them smiling at the camera and simultaneously teasing each other. You laughed at one that showed Luke painfully caged by Leia’s arms in a headlock.
So far that was your favorite.
And your eyes inevitably fell on one of young Mr. Skywalker. Backing down, you sat on the edge of the armrest to admire him better. He looked not that different from now, his already long hair longer and different clothes. An armor, to be exact, with the Jedi logo on the sides and instead of his black and brown robes, they were blue and burgundy. He was hugging some clones by the shoulders and a bearded man was at his side, crossing his arms with a side smile.
It was impossible for you not to replicate the action at such cute photo, the tenderness contrasting with the hard reality of the scenario. Even though the physicality of Anakin Skywalker hadn’t suffered from the passing of the years, the toll of war and his responsibility as a father added wisdom to his eyes, as well as some aging signs on his skin. He still had it going on and you mentally praised him for managing to be a total heartthrob then… and now.
Like a domino effect, you started to notice more and more pictures of Anakin from the good old days plastered all over the wall. He dressed and looked like a textbook playboy, but your gut convinced that it couldn’t be farther from the truth. There was an innate sensitivity to him that made you trust him almost instantly.
Your gaze fixed in this particular frame taken in his Jedi Master ceremony. Serious face, a scar that gave him a more dangerous appearance, crossed arms tensing his athletic biceps and highlighting his robust chest.
Without noticing, your hips had gained control over themselves, straddling the oval cushion and pushing forward onto the edge of the armrest. The electric shock that came from the direct contact made you flinch. Oh, but it felt so good. So you repeated the motion, this time prolonging the pleasure by adding grinding to the mix. The shockwaves were coming in more frequently as you let loose and humped the couch like a dog in heat.
Gripping the backrest for support, you dropped a whine loud enough to let anyone in the vicinity know about your late night shenanigans. Thankfully, everyone was already asleep.
And because everyone was asleep, you could shamelessly stare at the picture of Mr. Skywalker as you chased your high, imagining that you were riding his thigh instead of the innocent furniture. Even better, you closed your eyes and allowed yourself to spiral into the hypothetical scenario that you were grinding yourself against Mr. Skywalker 's cock.
You bet it was huge. Large and thick. So thick you would feel the right amount of stretch to make you whimper as he breached in.
You opened your eyes when you felt the knot starting to tense in your abdomen and your glance immediately landed on a recent photo of him and his wife, it appeared to be a wedding anniversary celebration. The close up to his face allowed to paint the picture more accurately in your mind; you moaned so fucking loud.
He seemed like the type of guy that knew exactly how to pleasure a woman. Not only that- He felt like it was his responsibility to do so.
Anakin Skywalker’s fingers knew how to find the clit in the first try.
Anakin Skywalker knew how to eat pussy like a starved man.
Anakin Skywalker knew how to fuck like a god.
Gripping the holder strategically so you would hide Padmé’s face, you upped the rocking of your hips to chase your climax while staring right into your father-in-law’s eyes. The way his legs would spread to make room for you, how he would buck his hips to meet you halfway, how he would murmur dirty nothings into your ear…
Holding on to the backrest like you were falling from a cliff, you leaned forward, biting into a cushion to unload your cries of pleasure. Chest heaving, the only noise in the empty living room was your irregular breaths. Until a thud interrupted your intense rubbing.
Shaking, fucking terrified to face reality, you stood up to encounter your worst nightmare: Mr. Skywalker was there.
“Don’t you dare stop. Keep going” Anakin stood in the same position with hungry eyes, half naked with loose black pants, leaning against the door frame with a glass of water between his fingers. “I wanna see you hump my couch.”
His fingers-
You closed your eyes the second the intrusive thought rushed through your head. Praying for this whole situation to be a product of your sleep deprivation, you opened your eyes in the hopes that nothing would be there and that you were, in fact, in the middle of a wet dream.
On the contrary, his figure was approaching you, gently placing the glass of water on the same table that you were shaking because of the rocking of your hips. Maintaining the unfailing stare locked in your eyes, he grabbed the photo frame with his hand and turned it around for his personal examination. And in that way, he could confirm that you were, undeniably and very enthusiastically, pleasuring yourself to the image of him.
Talking down to you, Anakin grabbed you by your cheeks and arched one perfectly drawn eyebrow: “Don’t stop on my account. Chase that high, baby. You need it.” Switching his attention between your glossy eyes and your static hips, he didn’t smile until he saw you following orders. “There you go. That’s it.”
Letting go of his hold, he proceeded to be gentler, tugging a piece of hair behind your ear. As the physical person you were, you appreciated the gesture, turning into a puddle of mud when he brushed your hair with care.
“Mr. Skywalker, sir-” You whimpered right to his face, the goosebumps more electrifying since you had an audience.
“You can call me Anakin, baby. It’s easier to moan.” He smiled wickedly, dropping his hand on the parts of the armrest you weren’t humping, one in front of you and one behind; caging you in. “Although I fucking love when you call me sir. Makes me rock hard.”
Needing to fuel the connection you had established, you clasped his bicep in seek of support. He hummed in approval at your desperate move, getting hornier by your nails digging in his naked muscle and your begging eyes.
He couldn’t wait to see what you looked like when you came.
“A-Anakin- Anakin.” You cried out of breath, the inner side of your thighs resenting the friction. But between being under his scrutinizing gaze and the adrenaline pump, you couldn’t figure out a reason why to stop.
“Maybe Luke was right after all. You are a dirty slut.” He smirked, caressing your cheek as you softened into puppy eyes. “Will you come when I tell you so?”
You nodded like a puppet and he chuckled, drinking off the power.
“Anakin, I want-” Your voice would betray everytime you tried to communicate a thought. mouth hung open to let out a whine. “I need-” You were getting frustrated and he could sense that.
Luckily, daddy knew exactly what his baby needed.
Covering half of your face with only one hand, Anakin pulled you into a kiss and that was the boost you needed to explode into a million fireworks. Trembles coming right from your heat mixed with the butterflies flying from your stomach.
Anakin kissed like you imagined: Rough, controlling, dominant. Sloppy at times because of the enthusiasm. Tongue taking over you, conquering everything on his path and drinking in every single one of your sobs of pleasure. The sound of the sucking, combined with the accelerated pace of the breathing, tantalized that delicious feeling of doing something wrong, so unholy and disrespectful. Just like your kiss.
Your trembling hold on his shoulders and his desperate roaming of your body made him feel like he was having his first make out session again. With just one kiss, he was young, he was twenty, he was single-
Fuck. Single.
Post-nut clarity hit like a freaking train and he didn’t even come. And now it was up to him to clean up the mess he had just created. Completely against his will, Anakin had it in him to cut the passionate kiss short, taking distance from you.
“I-I…” You began to say, trying to defend yourself. But the chaotic hair and your still compromising position didn’t help your case. “I’m s-sorry, sir-” You hissed, heat taking over you like you were inside an oven.
Even your gaze was hazy from the embarrassment.
“I don’t think you are.” He muttered, towering over you with his height and presence “You’re just sorry you got caught.”
“I didn’t know you were here, sir.” Anakin’s cock twitched at the formality, reminding him of the power dynamic.
“Would you still have done it knowing that nobody else was listening?” He questioned, cleaning up the smear of saliva off your bottom lip.
“Yes.” You blurted with honesty. If the heat in his eyes was any indicator, he wasn’t a bit sorry as well.
Anakin chuckled lowly, shaking his head to the ground.
“There’s something about you that tells me that there’s more that meets the eye.” If you were just an inch further, you wouldn’t be able to listen to him. “Seeking danger is not a college phase for you, sweetheart. It 's part of you. I can sense it.” His words reached a spot of your mind you tried to bottle up nowadays. “You’re trouble… and I can’t afford that.”
Courageously, you stretched your hands to massage his pecs, going up his neck and back down to his arms. “It is not, if no one finds out.” You whispered, grazing his strong hands with your nails before setting down on the laces of his pants.
Your needy pout could only be translated as: “Dick, please?”
“Do I need to remind you that I’m married?” Anakin held you by your wrists when you attempted to unhook his sleep wear. It didn’t help his credibility that his cock was twitching in plain sight. “That you’re dating my son?” He scolded you louder to knock some sense into you.
“It didn’t seem to matter seconds ago.” You were bolder than he anticipated. Feister too.
“Well, now it does.” He closed his eyes in resignation, letting go of your hands because the more he touched them, the more he was tempted to drag them inside his pants. “It fucking does. It is fucking important.”
“I’m not happy with Luke! You, sir, only you can give me what I want. What I need.” You pushed with a breathy voice, eyes shamelessly checking out his bulge.
“Well, too bad. Because he’s your boyfriend. He’s the one that should be making you-” He stopped midway into the sentence, shaking his head like it would erase the fact that he had just helped his son’s girlfriend have an orgasm. That he had kissed her- Fuck! “Forget about me. Go to Luke, that’s where you belong.” He stepped back, planning his escape route from this shit show.
“But, sir-” You whined, kneeling on the couch as you saw Anakin practically run to the staircase.
“Fuck your boyfriend, Y/n, seriously!”
Fine. You squinted your eyes in his direction.
Now it was up to you to make him regret wishing that.
Summary: There's an assassin after Anakin so the council order him to lay low at a safe house, with you to protect him.
Word count: 2k
Content Warnings: Porn with plot, smut, cunnilingus, fingering, intercourse, orgasm denial, overstimulation, Anakin calling you "babygirl".
The large doors opened to reveal the council, sitting in the circle the way they did. You quietly entered and stood against the wall near the door, watching as the meeting unfolded.
Anakin stood in the center, facing the council.
“I am more than capable of taking care of myself!” He argued.
“Anakin, you must understand, we don’t know what this assassin is capable of, nor his motives. Until we can determine such things we simply cannot put you at risk.” Obi-Wan reasoned.
“I do not fear death, master. If putting my life at risk gives us an advantage in apprehending this stranger then I wish to do so!”
“The council appreciates your dedication, young Skywalker,” Mace Windu said sternly, “however, the mission has already been assigned, and alternative arrangements have been made.” He nodded in your direction.
Anakin followed his gaze to where you stood.
Feeling rather uncomfortable and unsure how to respond, you gave him an awkward wave accompanied by the kind of tight lipped smile you give a stranger when you accidentally make eye-contact with them in passing.
While Anakin was hardly a stranger as you had been friends for years and secretly even more than that in recent months, the situation itself carried a strangeness that you weren’t sure how to handle.
The council approached you earlier that day, explaining the situation and that they wanted to place Skywalker under your protection until they’d had a chance to further investigate the attempt made on his life. While you were in equal rank to him and agreed with the argument you expected he’d use, that he was perfectly capable of defending himself, you also understood Obi-Wan’s reasoning of wanting him to have backup, and as he couldn’t do it himself since he had been assigned investigating the assassin, he recommended you, knowing that Anakin might be less obtuse if it were a friend he were saddled with.
You watched as Anakin turned back to the council, breathing slowly. You wondered if it was a breath of relief he was letting out, or of frustration for the council.
“There is a safehouse on the moon of Endor. A cabin. We will retrieve you there when it is time.” Mace informed.
“Spend this time meditating, you must, for temptation paves the path to the dark-side.” Yoda instructed.
You both bowed to the council before exiting into the hallway. Almost immediately, Anakin began complaining.
“I can’t believe they think I need a babysitter and won’t let me hunt the bastard. If anyone can catch him, it’s me!”
“While I don’t doubt that, maybe you’re looking at this from the wrong perspective.” You suggested.
He looked at you confused as to how there could possibly be any other way of looking at it.
You stopped walking and grabbed his arm so he would stop and look at you. “We were just given orders to hide out in a cabin together. Alone. Do you see where I’m going with this now?”
Realization lit up his face, as a smile began to grow. “Well then what are we waiting for?”
He darted off to the spaceport.
Once on the ship, Anakin was already in the pilot seat when you approached.
“Uh-uh-uh,” You corrected and he gave you a look. “I’m flying.”
He blinked, still smiling. “No you’re not.”
“Um, yeah, I am. Council’s orders.” You stated.
“What’s wrong with my flying?” He grumbled, getting up and switching to the co-pilot’s seat.
You shrugged. “I think the words were ‘too reckless’?”
He scoffed. “Name one time!”
You snickered at his sarcasm.
It wasn’t long before you reached your destination. After gently landing the ship, you noticed Anakin eagerly jumping out of his seat and getting ready to open the door.
“Hold on a second,” you warned.
“Why?” He asked.
“I haven’t checked yet if it’s safe.” You said.
“There’s nobody around, it’s fine.”
“Look,” you said, getting a little frustrated. You knew being Anakin’s security wouldn’t prove easy, but you’d hoped you could at least get to the cabin before having to assert yourself. “It’s my job to protect you. I was entrusted with making sure you’re safe and not doing anything crazy so it’s not fine until I say it’s fine.” You said, pausing to determine with the force that there really was no sign of threat. Which there wasn’t. “It’s fine.”
Smiling that he was right, he rolled his eyes at you and exited the ship.
You made it to the cabin just as night fell. The cabin was old and not well insulated, letting the cold air of the night seep in.
You shivered. “I’ll get us a fire started.” You said, crouching in front of the fireplace.
Anakin joined you. “I have some other ideas of how we could keep warm.”
You felt him place a gentle kiss on your jawline as you watched the dark wooden walls light up in the glow of the fire.
He brushed your hair away and pulled at your robe so he could begin trailing kisses down your neck, to your collarbone, then your shoulder as he slowly continued to expose more of your skin.
You hummed happily as he kissed, taking you in his arms now and slowly leaning you, until your back laid against the old woven rug on the floor.
Taking things up a notch, Anakin nibbled at your neck, eliciting a soft moan from you.
He continued his kisses down to your chest, pulling back just for a moment, wanting to look at you. As he did, you reached to undo his robe as well, revealing his gorgeous chest.
“God, you get more beautiful every time I see you.” He stared.
You smiled, fighting off a blush. “Alright, enough, just come here already.” You said, reaching your arms out, intending to wrap them around him and pull him against you. But instead he pulled back where you couldn’t reach him.
“Ah,” he grinned, watching your expression, “maybe you can boss me around out there, but in here, I’m in charge.”
And with that, he pulled off the rest of your clothing, leaving you naked before him. He hummed in approval. “Absolutely perfect.”
Leaning back down to you now, he palmed your breast with his hand, while kissing down your stomach.
Your heart raced as you anticipated where he was headed.
A few kisses and nibbles against your inner thighs left you weak, as you begged to feel more of him.
“Ani- please.” You requested softly.
“Hmm, only if you’re patient.” He responded from between your thighs, caressing them with his fingers now and giving you goosebumps.
He let another moment pass before licking up your slit, stopping just before reaching your clit.
You sighed, letting your eyes close, relieved to have finally felt him, and desperate to again.
He obliged, moving his tongue against you, then finally swirling it around your bud.
Softly you moaned as he kept it up, lapping at you, until you felt him slip two fingers inside of you.
You moaned louder. “Oh god, yes.”
His long fingers rubbed against your inner roof, pulling your orgasm closer and closer.
“Ah, fuck,” you cursed, feeling yourself just on the edge of bliss.
Suddenly it all stopped. Your eyes shot open to see him grinning devilishly as he sat up, wiped his fingers on his robe, and stood to take off his pants.
“Remember babygirl,” he said, now crawling on top of you. He inserted his length then leaned down so his face was just inches away. “I’m in charge now.” he whispered before crashing his lips down hard.
Passionately, you kissed, as he began rocking into you in time to the movement of your mouths. You brought your hand up to the back of his head, burying your fingers into his soft hair, and pulling at it as you scratched his head.
He moaned into your mouth in response. You knew how much he loved you touching his hair. And he knew how much you loved hearing him moan.
You kissed his neck, eliciting another moan from him.
“This isn’t right, you should be moaning way more than me.” He said. “Let’s fix that, shall we?”
Anakin took your legs, lifting them up so your ankles rested on his shoulders by his ears. Immediately you gasped at the deeper penetration, unable to conceal your moans.
You felt the familiar coil in your stomach tighten again, winding you back up to your release. Anakin quickened his pace, his tip now rubbing against you in such a way that your moans were broken with gasps.
“Oh, don’t stop,” you whined needily.
“Stop? Okay.” Anakin teased and pulled out completely.
Your eyes fluttered in disbelief as you felt your O dissipate. “What? No!”
He chuckled, pleased with himself.
“What?” He asked innocently. You felt him poke his tip at you, just barely inside. “Is there something you want?”
“Mmmm,” you moaned, your eyes shut again as your pussy tried so hard to pull him back in.
“Sorry, what’s that?” Anakin teased. “Use your words babygirl.”
“Ani- please, I need it.” You begged.
“Need what?” He pressed.
“I need your-” just as you were about to say exactly what he wanted, he pushed back into you all the way, causing your voice to crack, “Ah- your cock!”
He rammed into you relentlessly. Your legs began to quiver as you began to build back up to your high again.
“Not until I say so.” He instructed, not breaking eye-contact with you.
Both of your breathing was ragged. His thrusts were steady and controlled, indicating he was nowhere close and could keep this torture up for a while. Sweat beaded on his face, glimmering with the flickering glow of the flames next to you.
Electricity tingled through your senses, growing more and more intense.
You brought your hand to his chest, your palm stroking down his pecs to his abdomen where you then traced your fingertips over his abs. You felt them tensing against you with each roll of his body into you. Moving back up to his pecs, you rolled one of his nipples under your thumb.
A low groan rumbled out from him and his eyes shut in pleasure.
“Oh, you’re fucking asking for it now.” He growled.
Suddenly pulling your hand away from him, he grabbed your wrists, holding them at your sides, above your head. As he thrusted, his pelvis would press firmly against your swollen bud, nearly sending you over the edge. Your head went fuzzy and you chose to close your eyes again as the world spun in front of you. Your whole body began trembling, and you squeezed his length.
“Not yet.” He ordered.
“Ani, I can’t.” You whimpered, squirming under him.
“Not without my permission.”
You whined, the sensations growing almost painful. “I- I need to-”
“Hey, you hear me?”
You opened your eyes, only feeling his metal hand on your one wrist now.
“You can’t come until I say.” He said, waving his hand over you.
Did he really just?
He moved his hand down to your clit now, circling it with the pad of his thumb. The electricity pulsing within you felt like it was bouncing off a wall, desperate to escape but completely unable to.
Your moans turned into loud begging cries.
“Oh god baby, please, it hurts!” You cried.
His thumb continued to rub, steady, just like his hips.
“Almost,” he said softly, “you’re such a good girl. You can make it.”
Tears filled your eyes, one rolling down your cheek, which Anakin kissed away.
He kissed from your cheek, down to your neck, then with his lips just barely touching your ear, he whispered, “now.”
You wailed as your back arched, pushing him further into you.
Every climax you’d been denied was released at once. Ecstasy crashed over you like a powerful wave shattering through the wall of a dam. The lightning pulsing through your veins was released, coursing out of you through shaking limbs and trembling hands. Your body tensed and contracted, allowing multiple releases to continually flow through you.
Anakin groaned, eyes shut, throwing his head back, biting his lip so hard he tasted a little blood, as his own release came.
You rode the rolling wave of bliss slowly coming down, down, down.
Both of you panted, as he then allowed himself to collapse onto you, sloppily kissing at your neck.
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