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Three Moments - Kaz Brekker

SUMMARY ◆ Three moments in which Kaz shows his love for you.

WARNING(S) ◆ fluff, implied smut, unedited, me word vomiting.

WORDS ◆ 2k

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You were certain that you were always meant to burn together. To love him was to love the hot embers of a forest fire, pressing your hands farther and farther into the flames no matter how much your body screamed to let go. It was all consuming, a love that suffocated you like smoke and left you burning for days. He was always burning, and sometimes you wondered if you just got caught up in the flames. Heartstrings woven together, not sure if you were the anchor or he was . . . Saints, who were you kidding? He definitely was not the anchor. 

It took him a long time to understand that he needed you. 

He was the bastard of the Barrel, unafraid of getting his hands dirty because he hid under a pair of gloves. On his worst days when he came home, they were caked with dirt, dust, and blood. It wasn’t his blood, he rarely had a cut on him. Most of the times when you stayed up until he returned, he would glance in your direction, give you a small nod, and make his way up to his room at the tallest point in the Slat. The next morning he never acknowledged it. His hair was slicked back, porcelain skin perfectly clean on his face and his gloves were as well. Fine, black leather worn down on the fingertips in the same places he gripped his cane. You wondered why he never let even those closest to him see him in any way disheveled. You didn’t understand the danger of looking weak the way he did. It wasn’t your fault, no one had ever understood what he had been through. Not that they ever could know anyway.

One night you were awake once again, making an excuse that you couldn’t sleep and had to make tea, though many knew that you stayed up until all members of the Crows were back home. You sat in the corner, a favorite book in hand and sipping on some mix of tea when you heard the door open and you thought for a moment your eyes were playing tricks on you. Because there he stood, cuts on his face and parts of his shirt ripped off at the arms. He was beaten, bloody, unlike anything you had ever seen before. He stood there, looking at you, watching as you took another sip and waited for him to go up the stairs like he always did. But this time he kept standing there, watching, as if he was waiting for your attention. He glanced over at the box on the table where you all kept bandages, and then back at you. 

Soon enough you were both sitting at the table, you were reaching for the tiny bottle of alcohol and white wrap up bandages. 

“Who was it this time?” You asked, dumping a cloth in a water bowl to clean his wounds. He looked at you, as if to say, it doesn’t matter. Though you kept pressing on, your eyes peered into his coffee brown ones, eyebrow popping up in question. “I waited up for you, which means you can’t keep any secrets from me, Kaz Brekker.” 

His name seemed to pop him out of his thoughts, pushing him back to reality in which he was there, sitting with you, rather than in the future thinking about plans or in the past pondering about the people he’s lost. Kaz glanced down at his gloved hands and then turned his attention back to you, watching your face carefully. 

“Someone didn’t pay me back for a favor,” He said. “It wasn’t an easy confrontation but it’s over now.” 

That was all you needed. You knew it was all you would get right now. Empty words were his forte that no matter how long you spent trying to read in between the lines of his metaphors and hyperboles, you were left feeling more confused than how you began. It took you so long to understand that it wasn’t about what he said, it was what he did. He never told any of the members of his crew how much they mattered to him, how important it was that they stuck around. In fact, sometimes you wondered if anyone mattered to Kaz Brekker, or if he was destined to keep himself alone, closed off, coldhearted. 

Your hand with the towel came up to his face and he flinched, making you falter for a single second. You waited for him to say something, but it never did, and you finished your motion by slowly wiping away the dried blood from the cut on his face. It wasn’t deep, it wouldn’t scar, and for some reason that made you glad. He would still look pristine in the morning, with a little help from you. You wondered if this is what he did alone in his room when he came back, healed wounds that never saw the light of day. Some part of you wished that he would show this side of him more often, the one that was vulnerable. Both of you stayed silent while you wiped the blood away and bandaged up your arm, though soon enough he was on his way back to his room, leaving you downstairs. 

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You two took care of each other. It took until a heist went wrong that you saw that for sure. Too many things were against the group that day. Jesper’s guns stopped working when he had to take a critical shot, Nina was almost taken hostage . . . You yourself had suffered a striking blow to the stomach, becoming winded and almost passing out from lack of oxygen. Everyone ran away, knowing to meet up later at the Crow Club when they got the opportunity. You ran into an alley, head spinning, gasping for air as you leaned against a wall. Men ran past, most likely looking for you and your partners, though were not smart enough to look down the dark alley to their right. You could barely walk, knowing that several of your ribs had to be broken. 

“You need to keep moving,” A voice spoke from behind, startling you enough to grab the gun from your belt and aim it in the direction of the voice. Your eyes caught up with your target and realized it was Kaz, able to sneak up on you because he was without his cane for the blown heist. “Guards are looking all over for us.” 

You huffed, shaking your head. You couldn’t do it. All you wanted to do was lay there until you got better, not caring about the dirt and grime on the ground. When you tried to walk it felt like someone was stabbing you in the lungs, you stumbled a little and would’ve fallen if Kaz’s hands hadn’t grabbed you and kept you upright. 

Your vision was spotty as you both stumbled out of the alley, slowly making your way back. “I can’t do this,” You said, tears welling up in your eyes. “It hurts so much, Kaz, it hurts.” You were rarely this emotive, you were the glue of the group, keeping everyone together even through the toughest of times. Everyone always came to you, you’re the strongest one of them all. Every single second you wondered if your caved in ribs would puncture one of your organs and this would be your last day. Your last time with the people you cared so much about. The world was spinning, but Kaz’s arms and touch brought you back to reality, and soon enough you were within feet of the Crow Club and you collapsed, letting the darkness consume your mind. 

It was a few hours before you woke up in your room, opening your eyes to the soft glow of a candle near your bed. The softness of your blanket gave comfort, though the moment of relief that you were alive seemed to wash away as the pain came back to reality, a bandage wrapped around your torso that impeded your motion. 

For the next couple of days you were in and out of consciousness, Inej came to visit you a lot in order to give you food and some company, sometimes Jesper would tell you about his day and about Wylan. But still no sign of Kaz. You hadn’t seen him since he had brought you back to safety. At first you thought nothing of it, though the idea that he was avoiding you began to boil and fester, leading you to question Jesper the next time he arrived in your room with tea in hand. 

“I understand that comfort isn’t his thing, but I thought that Kaz would at least come and visit once,” You stated to Jesper, sucking in your bottom lip whilst moving to sit up, minding the tiny pain in your chest. 

Jesper’s eyes widened, shaking his head a tiny bit in a way that made you think he was hiding something from you. You gave him a puzzled look, urging him to speak his thoughts to you. 

“He’s been sitting outside of your door every chance he gets. I thought you knew.”

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His kisses were soft despite his tough exterior, but they were not without intention. Every time his lips made contact with a piece of your skin you could feel his want, his desire, like he couldn’t get enough of you no matter how hard he tried. It was like you were his church and he was on his knees, praying for forgiveness for his sins, praying to your body that he worshipped unlike all the faceless saints in the world. Your hands collided with his hair, intertwining the soft locks of dark brown and pulling on it, pulling him closer. 

He would only kiss you in the confines of the Crow Club, where others couldn’t see. It bothered you at first, wondering if he didn’t want others to see that underneath all the cold and hard exterior he put towards the world: Dirtyhands could love. But that was just the thing, he didn’t want any of his enemies to come for you like he knew that they would. He didn’t want to put you in the face of danger anymore than you already did for him on a daily basis. To love him was to have a target on your back. 

At this point you knew of his aversion to touch, how his brother died, how it pained him to feel the skin of another upon his own. Instead of pulling away from his scars like he thought you would, you brought him closer, vowing that you understood, that you were sorry, that you would do whatever you could to make him feel better. Kaz thought for so long that he was a monster, and that may be true, but you weren’t a child, you weren’t afraid of the darkness that he had enveloped himself in for so long. You were willing to love him for who he was, no matter how much he tried to hide you from his truths. 

He could handle your kisses, finding solace in your mouth, the way it tasted like warm tea and the softness of your lips. And he accepted your small touches, starting slowly with tracing your fingers across his skin. You felt along his veins, taking extra care with his scars, pressing a kiss on the ones that looked particularly new. His gloves would come off and he would do the same to you. Eventually more clothes came off, more skin against skin. He found solace again in your tiny sighs and moans that left your lips when he kissed there and there . . . and especially there. Neither of you had ever surrendered yourself to another person in this way, it was intimate and sent you both over the moon. It was just you both, alone in either of your rooms, loving each other no matter what. 

After both of you would lay in one another's arms, the glow of the candlelight enveloping both of your bodies. There wasn’t much talking, maybe some if there was something particularly on either of your minds. You idly traced patterns on his skin, comforting him when he flinched, reminding him that you were there. He would be okay. 

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Good Neighbors - Chapter Three

SUMMARY ✦ Anakin gives you a ride in the car and you learn some interesting details about his life.

WARNING(S) ✦ Nothing

MASTERLIST ✦ Here.

There was so much tension in the tiny car that you were sure that the air was getting hotter by the second and the car would explode like a balloon. And there was absolutely nothing you could do to make it any easier on yourself. If you were to start talking to Anakin, you feared that you would say something that you regretted, but if you were to keep sitting here silently like an idiot there was no way that awkwardness wouldn’t follow. 

You positioned yourself so that your legs were crossed and your knees faced the door of the car, angled slightly away from him. Every so often you would look into the front mirror and catch his eyes, looking at you with an intensity you’d never seen from anyone else before. You were surely just imagining it. 

Right? 

When the car took another exit off of the highway and merged onto the one going north, you heard him sigh from next to you. “You’re not much for conversation, are you?” He asked in a playful tone. Great, now he thought that you were some weirdo who didn’t want to talk the entire car ride there. It wasn’t that you didn’t want to talk to him, it was that you were sure you could blow this whole situation out of proportion with only a few sentences. The way that you felt around Anakin was nothing like you had felt before and frankly, it was beginning to terrify you just a little bit at how much you liked him. You had only known him for a few weeks or so. Though, in those two weeks you kept wanting him more and more with each passing day. “Or are you just tired?” 

“Not tired,” You answered. “I guess I’m just not sure what to talk about. I’m not sure if we have anything in common.” Good, maybe this way you could get the attention off of yourself and he would talk about his life. Like his kids or his beautiful wife, and you would listen no matter what because it was at least better than you blurting out how stupidly handsome you thought that he was. 

He chuckled. “I guess you’re right. The only thing you really know about me are the kids and Padmé, and the fact that we’re next door neighbors.” 

“Exactly my point.” 

“Well, you also know that I’m a lawyer. I went to Northwestern School of Law and graduated not too long ago and I own a firm with one of my friends: Obi-Wan. We also hired a few of our law school friends,” He explained. “Padmé and I moved here because it wasn’t a long commute and to work on our marriage.” 

You raised your eyebrow. Now that was some interesting news. Anakin and his wife seemed to have the perfect marriage, but was it all just some sort of show? Was there something that was preventing them from being a perfect, happy family? There was also the question of why he was telling you all of this. He didn’t know you all that well . . . Unless he wanted you to know the information for a specific reason. You wouldn’t get your hopes up, however, and simply hummed in response and tried to think of a response. Well, since he was telling you this, maybe you could get some more information as to what is going on. “What is going wrong in your marriage, you and Padmé seem so happy together.” 

“I’m glad it seems that way. We’re really trying to make a good impression on the neighborhood, you know, being the new people in town. There were some problems out in the city with a guy named Rush Clovis and her getting into something bad with another firm owned by a guy named Maul.”

“I’m sorry to hear that.” 

“It’s okay, we’re working on it.” 

“Then why did you leave the dinner party to come with me? Don’t you think you should be with your wife?” 

Perhaps that question went a little far, because Anakin stayed silent for a moment and when you turned to look at him, his eyes were fixated on the road, like he was intentionally making sure they were there so as to not give anything away. He sucked in a breath and shook his head, a few strands of hair fell onto his face, bouncing with their own curl. You wondered what it was like to run your hands through it, if it was really as soft as it seemed. Maybe he wanted to come with you because you weren’t making up this attraction towards him. 

A few more seconds passed before he said, “I guess I just really don’t like dinner parties.” 

You sighed to yourself, somewhat silently as to not draw attention to it. You don’t know what you were expecting. Some sort of declaration of love? He was married with two kids. There was no way that he would risk all of that for someone like you. Anakin was just being nice, that’s what you had to keep telling yourself so that all these dumb feelings would just go away. “Me neither,” You said, deciding to switch the conversation as much as you could so that maybe this now semi-awkward ride would go by just a little bit faster than it was going now. “My mom is always having them too. That’s how this whole neighborhood is though, so I would get used to it.” There were always a handful of dinner parties happening a week. Honestly you were surprised that your mother didn’t invite more people. 

After a bit more of small talk, you both arrived at your destination and you were quick to slip out of the car and grab what you needed. In less than five minutes, you came back to the car and found Anakin on the phone, muttering something to someone else. You only heard a little bit of it, but it sounded like it was his wife. Glancing at the time, you saw that it was getting late and that Padmé had probably decided to go home. Opening the door and getting into the car, Anakin muttered a small goodbye and hung up the phone, putting the car into drive and beginning your ride back. 

“Thanks for driving me again,” You said to him. “You’re already my favorite neighbor.” It was a tease, maybe a little flirty with the tone you put it into, but you were nervous going any farther. No matter how attractive Anakin was, he was still a married man and you didn’t want to give him the wrong impression if you were making your small amount of chemistry with him up. 

He stifled out a laugh, but it didn’t sound like a pity laugh, it sounded real. And for a moment you chuckled too, looking out the window at the array of street lights passing you by with each passing second. It was easy to zone out, that you didn’t even hear Anakin say anything to you. Instead you kept staring, that was until his hand came and rested on your thigh, shaking it as if to get your attention. That was enough to snap you out of your daze, jumping just a small bit and turning to look at him. His hand was still on your thigh and you didn’t even want it to go away. “I was asking you if you were going to the Shepherd wedding but you seemed to be in another world,” Anakin said. “What were you thinking about?” 

Well, if you keep your hand on my thigh, I won’t be thinking about anything. You thought to yourself, trying to keep a straight face as you attempted to formulate a sentence. What did he ask you about . . . The wedding! Two of the longest members of the cul de sac had a daughter who was getting married next weekend and all of you were invited, and they probably had extended the invitation to the Skywalker family, since everything about the neighborhood was accepting, as long as you stayed in between the lines that is. And considering Padmé was running politically, you were sure that the Shepherd’s were trying to get into their good graces. 

You took a deep breath. “Yes, I’ll be at the wedding. The bride is a close friend of mine, we went to high school together. They’re high school sweethearts, you know.” You didn’t know how Maria Shepherd was already ready for marriage, especially because you were the same age. You still felt young. And you were, maybe she was just ready for something you couldn’t even really think about. “I don’t know how she’s doing it. But they’ve loved each other since they were little.” 

“Marriage isn’t for everyone, but it sounds like they’re perfect for each other,” Anakin said. You nodded, shrugging your shoulders and looking down at his hand. For some reason, it felt perfect on your thigh, with just the right size to hold you, veins slightly popping out that made you take in another deep breath. 

The rest of the ride you two engaged in small talk. Once he parked in his driveway, you got out of the car with Julia’s laptop, walking around to say goodbye. He stood out of the car and gave you a smile, it made your stomach feel all fuzzy, but you tried your best to ignore it. “So I’ll see you tomorrow then? At the block party for the Fourth?” You asked him. 

“Yeah, I’ll see you then. Maybe you can tell me the inside scoop on everyone in the block, you seem to know a whole lot,” Anakin teased.

“Well, I wouldn’t want to take all the attention away from your wife.” 

“Oh, she’s not coming, something about a political strategy meaning, some sort of press stunt. What better day than the fourth?” 

You sighed. “Well, then I look forward to your company tomorrow.” 

“So do I. Goodnight, Y/N.” 

“Goodnight.” 

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eleanor i hate to push, but i have been setting a countdown for days for good neighbours I BEG OF U

i’m laughing so hard idk why i cant do things on time idk how i survive in school w assignments but like LMAO IM SO SORRY my schedule got fucked over asf and i also got broken up w not that long ago so i literally sobbed in my car for like 2 hours last night LOL IM SO SORRY i’m trying i’m rly trying i promise soon i promise promise promise

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CHAPTER THREE OF GOOD NEIGHBORS IS DROPPING AT 10PM CENTRAL TIME TOMORROW (06-08-22)

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REQUEST ◆ this wasn’t even a request. just the reader and anakin losing their virginity to each other. small fic.

WARNING(S) ◆ smut, piv sex, cursing

WORDS ◆ 2.9k

NOTE ◆ ok so im officially back to writing. this is kinda a smaller fic and there really isn’t any plot its kinda just porn. 

you walked up the stairs of the temple, making your way to anakin. it had been a while since you had seen him, since the war took both of you away with separate responsibilities. when you finally got there, you knocked on the door, waiting for the hushed come in and walked into his room, seeing anakin lean down and search through his nightstand’s drawer. he pulled out some sort of small box with a relieved sigh. “i always lose this thing,” he said, opening the box and pulling out something from his pocket, inserting it into the box. it was normal for jedi to keep some sort of mementos from their battles, and anakin was no different. you had known him long enough to know how these battles got to him, even if he was named ‘the hero with no fear’, you were smart enough to know that wasn’t always true. anakin then walked over to you and put his hands into yours. “you ready?”

both of you were going to go out to the lower sectors of coruscant, where both of you wouldn’t be noticed as much, and get some food. you two still wore cloaks and disguises just in case, but it was a way for you two to get away from the temple. 

you nodded. “but hold on a sec. i wanna do this first.” you stood on your tippy toes and kissed him, grasping onto his hands and holding them close to you. he hummed contently, tilting his head to deepen the kiss.

it was normal for the two of you to kiss. you guys kissed a whole lot in your relationship. but this was different. this kiss was more passionate in a way than the rest, more loving and needy. you thought that you were probably being crazy about the whole thing, that you were just making up the emotions you were feeling.

that was until anakin took his hands out of yours and put them on your waist, nudging you to walk closer to his bed. he was definitely feeling it too, it wasn’t just you. this time it felt like everything was in place. it was perfect.

your back pressed against the soft grey comforter of his bed, stomach filling with immense butterflies realizing what was finally happening. anakin was someone you trusted, someone you loved greatly. you wouldn’t have your first time with anyone else, and you knew that anakin felt the same way.

anakin kissed you with such an intensity you would’ve thought that he was being dramatic or something, but no, he just loved you so so much and wanted to show you. he wanted to touch you, kiss every inch of your skin, and most of all : anakin wanted you to feel how much he loved you. he was convinced that he would never be able to say it in words, there were only 26 letters in the galactic alphabet and as good as anakin seemed to have a way with words and charm, there was simply not enough letters and words in the entire world that would explain what he feels for you.

he’s tried - possibly a hundred times to try and explain it. you have done the same. the closest that he has ever gotten to pinpointing how intensely in love he was with you was by calling you home. you were his home. he would always come back to you, you were his roots. his foundation. you made him feel safe. each of you trusted each other more than any other person in this world and that is beautiful.

many people over the years tried to tell you that having an attachment wouldn’t work.

attachment leads to the dark side, master yoda would say. it’s what every single master said to you throughout your entire life. 

but to you anakin was worth the attachment. he was your friend turned lover, the leader of a whole battalion of clones. and although almost a year ago anakin almost lead you and the other jedi group towards what you all believed as a padawan to be impending doom on geonosis, you trusted him. you loved him. sure, all the jedi cared for each other, whether they wanted to admit it or not.  but it wasn’t the way you loved anakin. anakin was yours, and you were his.

his hands came to grip your sides, thumbs pressing against the soft fabric of your shirt. the contact caused a spark in your stomach, pulling the boy you loved even closer to you. your hands placed themselves on his shoulders, one of them snaking up so that it was caressing his cheek. soft skin under your fingertips made you shiver, feeling yourself get lost in the feeling of skin on skin contact. anakin sighed into your mouth, his tongue sliding lazily into your mouth and swiping across yours.

his hips rolled lazily against your own, not really intentional but more as a basic reflex. but the reaction that he got from you that made him realize that he should keep doing that. because the first time you felt his obvious hard on press against your core you were a blushing, almost moaning mess. you two had never been like this before. sure, there had been countless nights where you would make out for hours, kissing each others lips and necks. there was one time where you left his room with at least ten love marks peppered across your skin. this was different though, you two would see each other in each other’s entirety for the first time. and for what you hoped would just be the beginning.

your hands went down his neck and chest, fingers dancing idly along the bottom fabric of his shirt, lightly pulling as if to ask can i take this off? he pulled away from you, only for just a moment, and nodded his head, watching you with excitement as you pulled the first piece of fabric off of the night. his shirt was replaced with each of your hands, exploring with your fingers as if they were kissing his toned chest. his lips were attached to yours again, since you two couldn’t stay away from each other for more than about ten seconds.

surprisingly, anakin pulled away and looked down at your clothed chest, cheeks splaying a soft red tone. he didn’t have to say anything, you knew what he wanted. he wanted to see you, just like how you were seeing him now. giving him a bashful grin and taking your bottom lip in between your teeth, you nodded, grabbing his hands so that they were at the edge of your shirt.

you arched your back up so that it would be easily to slide the shirt off of you, and it was. anakin took no more time than necessary to pull it off, throwing it off the bed and into some unknown place in the room. a soft giggle left your lips and he smiled sheepishly, his hands returning to the same spot they had been on your sides before your shirt was off. instead he felt so much closer this time, his hands on your skin without any shirt over them. you reached behind you and unclasped your bra, sliding it off your shoulders and chest. there were a few times where he has slid his hands up your shirt before, but never off of you completely.

you always looked so beautiful.

just as beautiful as you looked here.

in fact, anakin thought that you would never not look beautiful to him.

“anakin,” you said in a soft tone, hands coming up to rest on both of his cheeks, forcing him to look at you into your eyes. “you can touch me, you know.”

right. anakin had been putting it off because he doesn’t want to do the wrong thing. what if he hurts you somehow? he didn’t know jack shit about touching a woman to make them feel good, at least not to his knowledge. but then again you were y/n. he knew deep down you didn’t care how he touched you, only that it was him touching you and only him.

you wanted no one else but anakin skywalker.

so anakin tentatively put his palm on your left breast, the contact nearly knocking your breath out of you. his head ducked down and pressed a soft kiss to the crook of your neck in between your jaw and neck. it was that one spot that drove you a little crazy, and he knew this because of your countless make out sessions.

his lips trailed down your neck, making a line with some spit all the way down to the valley of your breasts, where he hesitated for a moment. you weren’t impatient. if anything, you thought that it was cute that he was taking so much time and care with you. he made you feel so loved that it made your heart swell. your heartbeat picked up with every kiss that made its way across your skin. you swore that anakin, being so close to your chest, could probably hear how much your heart was banging against your ribs.

anakin started up again, instead of his lips going down they went across to your right breast, kissing all the way up to your sensitive bud and taking extra time kissing at it. the soft moans that fell from your lips made it harder and harder for anakin to concentrate. he could listen to those pretty noises you made forever. to know that he was the one that was making you feel so good and sigh in pleasure was the most addicting feeling in the whole world.

you were anakin skywalker’s drug.

you wined out his name, softly and sweetly. that sent a shock right down his body, making the need, the want, even that much more intense.

your hands came to his face to pull him away from his endless kisses and licks, looking into his beautiful blue eyes. “i want you,” you said desperately. “please anakin.”

you were basically begging for him at this point. if anakin was much of a talker as some others were, he would’ve said holy fuck at your words. he knew that he would have those five words engraved in his mind for the rest of his life, nothing could be more perfect than this.

you reached down and grabbed him in a soft way through his pants, making him groan out with no chances of even stopping it. it was so sudden and he was finally getting the attention that he so desperately needed. you palmed him through his pants, keeping your eyes on his face while you soaked him in unknown pleasure. it was different when it was your hand instead of his hand.

“i love you,” he muttered out, eyes opening half lidded towards you. and he did, he really really did. there was no one, no woman he would ever love more than you. if you would stay with him forever he knew that he would never ever have the desire to touch or kiss another woman ever again.

you smiled. “i love you too.”

he swatted your hands away and pressed his lips against yours again, shifting and moving until his pants were off and went to start working on yours. both hands of each of you worked to get your pants off. once they were, his hands began sliding and touching the skin right above your panty line, dancing closer and closer …

your fingertips were softly digging into the skin on his back, egging him on. you would think that what you were doing would bring him some type of pain, but it didn’t. instead it made him even more needy. he wouldn’t even care if you were digging into him so much you made him bleed.

anakin dipped his hands under the waistband, a needy moan eliciting from your mouth into his when his fingers swiped against your wet folds. he was touching you, the one place that you had only dreamed of him going. you always wondered what this moment would feel like, where you would be and how you would feel during it. these were better than the countless wonders and fantasies, much better.

a finger entered you and you moaned out with such intensity that anakin watched you in awe, writhing under his touch while one finger slipped in and out of you. there was no question that you desired him, his finger slick with your arousal was enough to tell him that you were really ready for this. another finger made it’s way inside with not that much resistance, making your head throw back against the sheets, eyes screwed shut.

anakin could do this for hours. watch you come undone by just his fingers. he was sure of it.

soon enough he was pulling his fingers out of you and taking an experimental lick at them, sighing in the taste. he’d definitely have to try going down on you sometime soon if you really tasted that good. you were scared to admit that you were a little nervous. he must’ve sensed it though. there was a part of you that believed that anakin knew you better than you knew yourself. he has picked up almost all of your routine, observed all your little habits and quirks for years on end. anakin knew the face you made for your emotions, and the face you were making now showed anxiety.

“hey, it’s just …” he paused for a moment to get his words together. “it’s just me. i’ll take care of you.” he pressed a kiss to your forehead, his own forehead replacing his lips afterwards so that you two were close to each other. your breathing was scattered, led on by the anxiety. 

he aligned himself and then pushed into you slowly, the painful yelp that came out of you scared him for a moment before pushing farther in. slowly but surely, he was buried to the hilt inside of you. there was a moment where he stilled inside of you, rubbing your face softly with his fingers as you tried so hard to get used to the feeling. it was an odd feeling, like something filling you up and making you whole. though the longer anakin stayed unmoving in you, the more you felt the urge to tell him to move. pain mixed with pleasure in the most exotic way.

after another second or so, you said, “you can move now. i’m okay.”

he gave you one last are you sure look and then did as you wished, pulling all the way out of you and pushing back in again. it didn’t hurt as much this time, it felt good in a way, the way that he went inside of you with ease. and the way that he was moaning. you were the tightest thing and anakin felt himself get lost in that thought.

you could feel this unknown pressure building from deep inside of you, the same pressure that you were starting to feel with his fingers only a couple minutes before. anakin grabbed your hand, holding it against his while he thrusted in deeper than he had done before. that made a whole new feeling erupt in your stomach, making you moan against his neck where your head now rested in the crevice of his neck and shoulder.

anakin was also beginning to become more vocal, not even caring if it was embarrassing to be. 

this moment was so right with anakin that it almost made you want to cry out in happiness. he was the love of your life, you’re sure of that. there was no other person in this world that could make you feel the same way that he made you feel. and now that you two were finally joining together in what each of you considered to be the sacred act of making love, it only intensified your feelings. he was filling you up, making you feel whole. anakin was your other half, your soulmate in this world.

and that love he felt for you was beginning to make you get higher and higher towards your peak. breathless moans leaving your lips every second. there were some curses and his name as well, which really threw him towards the edge even closer than before. neither of you were going to last long, which was a given considering neither of you have ever done this before.

“i’m going to-” you sputtered out but were cut off by him saying, “me too.”

one last moans of each others names were enough to make both of you hit that high point, feeling that release that you two were desperately trying to reach. pleasure and euphoria coursed through your veins, your legs shaking as his thrusts ceased all together, each of your chests pressed against each others. you both breathed heavily, relishing in the last bits of your highs before the aches in each of your muscles appeared. your legs felt almost like jelly and anakin’s arms ached from holding himself up above you for so long. it was worth it though, neither of you would regret any of it.

anakin rolled off of you and pulled on his boxers, reaching over to give you his large shirt he had been wearing. he then laid back down and helped you into the shirt, his arms wrapping around you the second you were clothed and laying with you, fingers playing with your hair.

everything was perfect.

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CHAPTER THREE OF GOOD NEIGHBORS IS DROPPING AT 10PM CENTRAL TIME TOMORROW (06-08-22)

#LOL #jumpscare!!! #heyyyyyy #el speaks

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want to make a fic based off of the song ‘running up that hill’ by kate bush because i am obsessed

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art deco is one of my fav fics i’ve ever written. i want to write like that again oh my god

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i’m going to be thinking about good neighbors for the next month. literally going feral rn . do you have plans to continue it?? love love LOVE all your writings 💓

yes yes i do!!! i have some of the next chapter in the drafts

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Omg bestie may you pls write some Poe nsfw please? Ty <33

yes <3

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hi! can we get something with obi-wan and reader with a praise kink please? master!obiwan and padawan!reader ?? ty <3

YEAH YEAH YEAH yes

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Bb can u give us some romantic nsfw and sfw headcanons w modern anakin? Thanks

sfw first!!

firstly, early mornings with anakin because i am always thinking about it. waking up in his arms, either facing into his strong chest or facing away from him and feeling his heartbeat against your back. and if you wake up before him, you can admire the way that the light hits his face just right, bounces off of those dirty blonde curls and he looks beautiful. the blankets are thrown over both of you but he is a human heater and that’s really all you would need. and when he finally wakes up, he has that little tired grin on his face, a little “good morning”, and his morning voice is just perfection. 

then it turns into the whole “just five more minutes, please,” and who are you to keep him from that? so you lay there for five more minutes which turns into another and another until you finally get him to accept you leave to make coffee or tea or whatever you both fancy. 

comes back with two mugs and you two sit together, your head finding it’s way to his shoulder and basking in the serene morning. waking up together is always the best, but you never ever wanna leave. 

another thing that i think about a lot is when the both of you come back from missions, your first goal is to see one another. like literally you both drop whatever you are doing the second you arrive on coruscant to see the other. both of you like to grab food, because lets be clear, its a comfort and coruscant has some of the best, and you two sit with one another. sometimes you two are happier, depending on the missions you were on, and sometimes you are not. but it doesn't matter because you two are together.

the subtle reminders of the other. whenever you have to go deep space flying or when you spin your lightsaber a specific way, you think of anakin. when he sees your favorite cluster of stars he thinks of you. no matter how far away you two are from each other.

your friends slightly knowing what is going on but they don't directly acknowledge it. for example, rex will always ask you where anakin is first before anyone else. ahsoka will ask you for advice when he is in one of his moods. obi-wan will subtly let you know where he is in the galaxy if he can sense that you are worried. it's the little things, the little acknowledges that you appreciate more than anything.

nsfw (so, warning!)

he is always kissing. like i don't know what the hell is up with this man, but he is always kissing you. i think that it's just because he loves you so much, or because he likes the act of worshipping you and your body. but he is. forehead kisses, neck kisses, thigh kisses . . . like literally everywhere. especially during sex.

this one is hard to explain. but i think that anakin is really into acknowledging your body. he will lightly pull your hair (unless you two decided to go more rough, then it's more, but he would never push your boundaries), or he'll grip your thigh or your side a little harder than his usual touch. it's just that he wants to worship your body and wants you to know that he's here, and there, and here.

hickies. lots of them. if anything, sometimes you have to tell him to calm down because the more there are, the easier it is for someone to see and then start to ask questions about your relationship. but you still like them. sometimes you even give him some of his own, but being a guy, he sometimes has his shirt off more than others so you try to limit.

sex in a lot of random places. i only say this because a lot of the time you two aren't home during the war and it is easy to get carried away during various make out sessions. some of your favorite places include: naboo in the palace, the drivers seat of his flyer, and on the planning table on the starfighter (which was an accident, and you're still not entirely sure how you two got away with that one with anyone not noticing)

this was kinda mini. still getting back into the swing of things.

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i’ve had a theme change but i am still writing for star wars!!! i kinda want to put some headcanons out, so lmk if you want any or you can request some! requests are formally open.

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