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nwndrlndn · 9 months

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Falling Away With You

pairing : suitless!darth vader x f!reader, oc x f!reader | wc : 3.3k | 18+MINORS DNI

summary : he could only hold on for so long, and now he must let go

warnings : infidelity, public sex, cuckholding, breeding, some marking

a/n : this is a part three to to unintended and hate this and i'll love you. i think i rewrote this so many times. this is the final part, so i hope you like it <3

tags : @l3xiluve @luvvfromme @xsadbebe @projectdreamwalker @mashiromochi

“I think I’ve saved enough for us to take a trip. What do you think? We could go to the Lake Country and celebrate your first year back. Maybe we could even start to try-”

“That sounds wonderful, Gracies. We should plan it.”

Your disinterest was palpable and it left the Gras farmhouse feeling empty. It was a day of celebration when you returned suddenly last year, all in one piece, and your family was allowed to work their tea shop once more. Maybe Gracies should have questioned how fast you were to wish to get married, but he was so happy for your return. He tried and tried, in the 7 months you had now been married, to understand what changed, but he couldn't.

When he tried to get close and ask you about what happened in the year you were away, you iced him out. He couldn’t even get affection without practically begging you for it, begging you to show him love. And you would comply, but it was stiff. You weren’t the same and he had no idea how to mend what broke you. By the time he turned from the news, you were shutting the back door.

You had gone into the backyard of the Gras' family farm, craning your neck to look across the horizon to find him. As the sun sets, you finally see the figure you seek on a nearby cliff and you know who it is. The year you spent with him has taken a part of you both and connected you, in spite of the distance. You know why he is back, he will try to be patient and wait as long as he must to see you, in the background.

Lord Vader... I wanted you to kill her." Palpatine said quietly, leaving a long pause between his sentences. Vader's grip on you tightened again, and you felt him start to shake as his jaw clenched and his hand squeezed your shoulder.

Palpatine seemed to be waiting for Vader to act, the silence broken only by Vader's soft, hoarse breathing. After a few more moments of silence, Vader spoke at last, his voice breaking with emotion.

"Yes, my lord," he said, his expression as hard as stone.

You slowly realized that you must have been the subject of that test. Vader's eyes never left yours. Your heart sank, and your breathing was shallow, dread seeping in. Instinctively, you started to back away, but Vader’s grip on your arm was tight and stopped you from moving.

Vader's eyes were fixed directly on yours now, and the only sound in the room was his quiet breathing for what felt like an eternity. You could tell that whatever happened next depended on your reaction and your own fate. Vader's cold fingers were wrapped around your arm, and now he leaned down towards you until his face was just inches from yours.

"Tell me that you love me," he said quietly, his eyes wide and empty as he stared directly into yours, his breath warm and hot on your face.

“Please... Don’t do this,” you whispered, panicked. And Vader could sense it in the Force. Your fear, any other time would have been so sweet. But now, it could almost hurt him. Palpatine watched from behind, a smile on his face. You felt Vader's fingers start to move on your shoulder now, his grip tightening on your arm. His breath was fast and heavy.

Vader paused, and his eyes darted from yours to Palpatine, then back again. Then he looked at you again, and there was a strange sort of calm in his eyes that you had never seen before.

“Please, I love you,” you pleaded, desperately focused on saving yourself. Vader's face changed immediately, as if a switch had been flipped. His eyes widened, and his face seemed to soften.

"You see?" Palpatine asked Vader, "She loves you." Vader seemed to shake himself out of the moment, and a strange smile crossed his face.

"Yes, my lord," he said quietly, turning to you with a look you had never seen before on Vader's face. The adrenaline raced through your veins, and you became aware of the fact that you were hyperventilating. For how long? Who knew. Your eyes flitted between the two Sith, unable to run but confused by the lack of action.

Vader stood up straight, his body rigid as he took his hand away from your arm and turned to face Palpatine again. But he didn't leave, and he watched you with eyes that seemed to shine with genuine feeling.

You caught Palpatine's gaze for a moment. Palpatine's face was impassive, but you could see that he was staring at you with a strange intensity, as if he were trying to bore a hole in your head. Palpatine's smile widened once more as he gestured for Vader to follow him back out of the office.

You survived, but not without a threat. Palpatine wanted you dead, and in less than a month, you were returned to Karilinus and it was as if you were never on Mustafar. Smuggled away from the life you had come to know and a body double faked your death. At first when you returned home, it was as if Vader had never existed. Or if you had just had one long nightmare. No one spoke of it so you didn’t say anything. The longer you were away from Vader, the more you loved him.

Without another word, you head inside to find some shoes and a cloak, and Gracies notices that you are dressed and on your way out. He takes his eyes off the holovid and approaches you with some curiosity. You head for the back door, leaving Gracies confused and a little worried about where you are headed. In fact, he has half a mind to follow you but he knows he wont find out the truth until you tell him.

“I have something to do. I will be back soon, Gracies”

Gracies eyes you curiously and you see a little disappointment cross his face. He nods slightly and says "okay". He was losing you, worse than before. At least when no one knew where you were, he could believe that you still loved him. Then, you leave out the front door.

It takes ten minutes to get up the cliff but you hardly even notice. He returned for you again. That was all that mattered. He saved you, he would never hurt you, he was as much yours as you were his. As you approach Vader, you see him sitting on a rocky outcropping overlooking the farm, his face hidden by a dark cloak. As he senses you, he turns to face you, his face expressionless as always, but inside he is pleased to see you again.

“My love” You whisper, sitting next to him on the rock and his hands help you find stability, touching you like glass. Once you’ve settled in, Vader reaches over and takes your hand in his, running his finger over your skin. You feel his hand shake a little, in spite of not seeing his face, you know he missed you. He gazes out at the horizon and you gently lean against his shoulder shutting your eyes.

He wraps his arm around you and draws you closer. He looks out over the farm and a sadness crosses his face. He says nothing and just holds you to him as the sun sets in the distance.

“I miss you.” You whisper quietly, eyes averting from the sunset to how his left hand rests against his thigh.

Vader squeezes your hand and says "I have missed you as well". He continues to hold you close and you begin to feel him relax as he holds you.

“I have tried to move on like you told me to.”

Vader remains quiet for a moment. He runs his hand through your hair, turning his head to look at you. "You can try all you want, but it doesn't change what has happened between us."

“It doesn’t... Thats why I will always come back.”

Vader's hand moves to your face. He turns your head to look at him. He pulls down your hood and looks deep into your eyes. "Its good to see you again" he whispers. More like its good to see you haven’t changed, you are how he left you.

With a gentle hand, you reach forward to gently trace his jaw, taking in whatever form of affection you can without pushing too for, taking too much of what isn't yours anymore. His eyes shut, the touch warming him more than he’d like to admit. “Must we wait so long to see each other?”

Vader pulls you closer and kisses you passionately, the way he use to do when you were alone together. His body shakes, as if he has held inside this longing for you, but never knew when he would get to see you again. Your tongues meet in the kiss and Vader wraps his arms around you and lifts you onto his lap, your thighs resting on either side of him, the sun setting in the background. He holds you tight and the memory of the way he held you in the same situation the last time you met.

As you stop for breath, you linger close to his face and your hands gently cradle his face. “I love you.”

Vader looks into your eyes, his mind and his emotions battling inside him. Part of him wants to run off with you, but the rest knows that would destroy everything. Still, he cannot get enough of you, of this feeling of being close to you again and he kisses you passionately as he says "I love you... I always have and I always will."

As your kisses become more feverish, Vader’s hands hurriedly undo your clothes, before he stands with you in his arms. He finds a patch of grass and lays you against it and settles between your legs, trying to be careful but in his desperation he tugs at your clothes, ripping the seams slightly as he finally manages to strip you. Vader’s hips pressing against yours, his hands groping at whatever skin he can reach. He tries to be gentle but his fingers sometimes pinch and dig into your skin, urging out gasps and whines.

His kisses can bruise and he nips at your lips, he wants to leave you with a mark or a bruise, anything to show that you are not happy with your life now, the life you had so desperately wanted. One of love, family, a home, you can only imagine at his side.

Once he finally has you bared to him, he smiles. You had never seen him smile until he started these monthly visits. “So beautiful.” He murmurs, kissing his way down your chest, to your abdomen. Soft kisses and nips stop once he reaches your core and he lifts your legs onto his shoulders, lifting your hips to meet his mouth. “You’re mine, aren’t you?”

For a moment, you're lost in thought about the situation you're in. Darth Vader, Imperial Enforcer and a man so willing to snap necks and torture people, is settled so peacefully between your legs. “Yes.” You finally get out. A passing cool breeze hitting your core, sending a shiver down your spine, and you pull him closer with your legs instinctively.

He smirks and begins to tongue your folds, his hands gripping your hips tightly to steady himself as he laps at your juices. He chuckles darkly as he tastes you. "You always taste so good." He growls into your thigh before looking up at you, his eyes fierce. "This is what you need, isn't it?"

Without waiting for your response, he thrusts his tongue deeper into you and begins to suck gently as he works his lips along your sensitive flesh. His free hand travels up your stomach only to reach between your legs and tease your clit, rubbing gently as he continues to devour your core.

Vader knows that he holds all the power in this situation and he intends to use it. His tongue thrusts and rubs, his lips sucking on your most sensitive spots as he drives you to the brink of insanity. His fingers circle your clit, teasing and tormenting it as he brings you closer and closer to your release.

His eyes are piercing as they search your face for any sign of pleasure or pain, of submission or rebellion. Vader needs to know he owns you completely, body and soul. He gently parts your folds, his fingers moving from where they circled your clit before dipping inside your wet pussy. You let out a moan, nails digging into his shoulders, but his

Vader smiles, his eyes filled with lust as he watches your face contort in pleasure. “That's it, just relax.” He slowly thrusts two fingers inside you, groaning softly as he feels your tight, hot walls gripping him. His fingers pump in and out of your core rhythmically, his thumb rubbing against your clit.

He continues fingering you, pushing against your G-spot as he teases your clit with his thumb. His other hand gently cups your breast, squeezing your nipple as he watches you squirm underneath him. His lips find yours, quieting your moans with hungry kisses his thumb brushing against your clit as he finds your sweet spot and pushes against it, his fingers curling inside you.

“Just let go.” He whispers against your lips. As you come undone, his hand covers your mouth and muffles your cries. Vader’s eyes are off of you, looking into the distance and as you come down from your high, you try to follow his gaze. Before you can see what caught his attention, his hand straightens your face to look at him. “What? Am I not pleasing you enough? Are you that bored?”

“I’m not bored, but-”

“Then you didn’t miss me enough.”

“I did-” You plead and Vader's eyes flash in satisfaction. He groans low in his throat before positioning his throbbing cock at your entrance and pushing in with a single powerful thrust. He hisses through his teeth as he buries himself deep within you, feeling your heat envelop him. His hands clutch your hips tightly, holding you in place as he begins to move.

"You feel so good," he pants, his eyes locked on yours. His thrusts are slow and deliberate, each one pushing deeper into you as he claims what is his. He wants this to last, wants to feel you squirming and begging for more. Vader's lips curl into a wicked smile as he leans down and bites your neck, hard enough to leave a mark but not break the skin. He knows how much this turns you on, the pain mixing with pleasure as he takes you to heights of ecstasy. His hips snap against yours, the sound of skin smacking against skin echoing around them. He wants to leave no doubt in anyone's mind that this is his and his alone.

“He isn’t as good is he? He cant fill you like I can.” Vader whispers, his hands tightly grabbing at your hips with enough force to bruise. His grip lightening slightly when he feels you try to grind back on him.

“No… I need you... He isn't as good as you.” You whisper back and Vader's eyes darken further at your words, his grip tightening around you. He kisses you fiercely, his tongue delving into your mouth as he thrusts deeper. His breathing becomes ragged as he feels himself nearing his peak, but he refuses to give in until he hears you beg for it.

"Say it," he growls against your lips. "Tell me you want me to cum inside you." He pulls back slightly to look into your eyes, his gaze boring into your soul. He needs to know that you truly belong to him, that there's no part of you that still belongs to that other man.

His hips snap forward, slamming into you hard as he drives himself deeper. His free hand cups your cheek, holding you in place as he takes what is his with brutal force. He wants this to hurt, wants you to feel the pain and pleasure of being his completely.

Vader's breathing becomes erratic as he feels his climax building within him. His cock throbs inside you, demanding release. He watches as your face contorts in a mix of pleasure and pain, knowing that this is what he was meant to do.

“Come inside of me.” Your fingers dig into his face, holding eye contact with him. “Give me a child. He will never know. He will think its his and you and I will know the truth, no one else has to know.” You beg desperately, afraid to lose him in your time apart.

Vader feels the last bits of resistance crumble under your words. His hips snap forward one last time, pushing himself as deep inside you as possible. His free hand slides down your stomach, tracing the contours of your body as he feels his release building. Vader’s hand circles your clit as he continues to thrust into you, working you through your second orgasm, and letting you cry out this time.

"Yes," he growls low in his throat. "My child." And with that, he lets go, pouring every ounce of his power into you as he comes inside you, his seed filling you up completely. He holds himself deep inside you for as long as he can, milking every last drop of his essence from his cock and into you. His body shudders violently as he comes, his powerful arms trembling with the effort. When he finally pulls out of you, he's panting heavily, his face a mask of satisfaction and relief.

He wipes the sweat from his brow with the back of his hand and looks down at you, his eyes softening slightly. Slowly, he helps you dress and tucks himself away, before he lays you out on his cape. "Rest now," he murmurs, his voice hoarse from exertion. He gently wraps his arm around you and pulls you close, nuzzling his nose into your hair. For now, he's content to just hold you and savor the moment.

Vader watches you rest, cherishing the last little bit of time he has with you before you have to go back to your own lives. The sound of a shoe scuff against the ground makes his head go up instantly and Vader's eyes widen slightly at the sight of Gracies watching them from the shadows. He tenses up for a moment before forcing himself to relax again. He gently releases you from his embrace, before he stalks over to where Gracies is hiding, his boots crunching on the gravel beneath him.

For a moment, they stand there, staring each other down. He knows that Gracies is just a jealous fool who doesn't understand the depth of their bond. But he also knows that he must be careful. This encounter has only strengthened his resolve to keep you safe from harm, both physically and emotionally.

He leans down, his face mere inches from Gracies’. "Do not interfere with what is mine," he growls menacingly. His hand clenches into a fist, force choking Gracies enough to strike fear into his head, the power within him threatening to consume him. After another moment, he lets go and Gracies tries to choke out words, but his red face and bruised windpipe show his struggle. After a moment of trying, Gracies scrambles away, making his way away from the hill. Then, with a sigh of resignation, Vader turns and walks back to you.

As he approaches you, he wraps his cape around both of you, shielding you from the world. He pulls you close, his strong arms wrapped around your waist. For now, he will focus on you and imagine all the ways he will find a way to deal with Gracies once and for all.

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nwndrlndn · 9 months

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hi hi <3 just wanted to pop in and gush about your writing…I quite literally fall in love with every single character and fan fic you’ve written!! Especially unintended (chefs kiss*) I was wondering when P3 is coming out? No pressure or anything!! Just eager to read more lol

tysm pookie 💖

im almost done with part 3, just tying up loose ends in the story and my goal is to ( hopefully ) get it out today. if not today, tomorrow. if you want to be tagged, you can ask and i'll do it :)

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nwndrlndn · 9 months

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Anakin with an oral fixation?

Anakin with an oral fixation.

⋅⟡⋅𝘏𝘪𝘴 𝘧𝘪𝘹𝘢𝘵𝘪𝘰𝘯⋅⟡⋅

⋅⟡⋅𝘈𝘯𝘢𝘬𝘪𝘯 𝘹 𝘎𝘕 𝘳𝘦𝘢𝘥𝘦𝘳

⋅⟡⋅ 𝘔𝘋𝘕𝘐 18+ 𝘰𝘯𝘭𝘺

(i got so carried away so heres my first post of my writing for anakin, i tried my hardest to make it gender neutral, this is kind of like a drabble/headcanon situation going on here, idk 💀)

Anakin has to have stuff in his mouth, he has to, it’s sorta like a comfort to him, like a small simple headcanon of mine is he chews his nails, he bites pencils and yk stuff like that but his little fixation shines through the most when it comes to you.

it really can vary from it being affectionate or it being sexual. he can nibble on your hands and fingers and even the outside shell of your ear why? because why not? little nibbles on your arms and legs when you’re having some time for yourselves. sometimes little nibbles and sucks start from your ankles to on your calf and then thighs, anywhere on your torso, (your underarms if you’re nasty like i am) your collarbones, your neck until ultimately you start feeling things are getting too hot, and you’re overwhelmed by his sucking and biting of your body parts. he’s teasing without even knowing or maybe he does know, because he’s all over you except where you really need him to be. which is between your thighs.

once you’re basically trembling in his hands you ask as nicely as possible or even beg as nicely as you can to get him where you want him. as much as he would love to get a real taste of you he makes you wait because where’s the fun in that? so he continues with his little game of bite and suck just a bit longer, he sucks and occasionally bites at your nipples, really taking his time. he stays there not until you can’t take it anymore but until he can’t take it anymore and needs to have his mouth and tongue on your sex.

he could stay there forever just leaving his mouth on you, he loves it, he wants it to be him and only him to ever has his mouth on you, he wants you touched but by only him. so finally as he finishes his work of leaving hickeys wherever he can, he’s between your thighs and licking up all juices that came out of you as he was working on his art, you’re the canvas and his mouth is what he uses, he left red, purple and sore marks everywhere. you’re his artwork, his favorite canvas to use. whenever his mouth isn’t on you it’s for air or for him to tell you such degrading words or words of praise, or both. he sucks hard and releases to make a pop sound just to say “you taste so good angel” and “i bet i can make you cum with just my mouth, huh? you’d like that wouldn’t you?” while kneading the inside of your thighs “for me to just use my mouth, you’d cum just like that, you’ve done it before, that’s just how much of a slut you are for me”

he can be so possessive as we already know that about him “Maker, you’re such a whore but just for me right?” and you can’t form a word in your state so he uses his finger to press a gentle but firm poke at any of your sore hickeys to get your attention, to get an answer out of you and immediately gets his mouth back on you and sucking and making such obscene noises but he wants to hear you say it “yes— yes ani!” he doesn’t like the answer so he stops

“yes what?” you whimper from the loss of contact, you just want to push him back onto you, to make you feel good until you get to that delicious high that he can only get you to, but you won’t so you answer “im— im a whore, im such a whore for you ani, mmm— just for you” his dick has been hard this entire time, it painfully aches and it aches for you even more when such filthy words fall from your pretty lips. he wants to be in you already, he wants to touch himself, he needs but he puts himself through the torture because it’s good, it feels too good. your release is key to his, like he can only cum once you’ve already had your first orgasm, it shows his devotion to you. he wants to be good, good for you, too you, so he stays there lapping up any juices you give him. he goes slow, painfully slow when he thinks you’re close but only for his own amusement, but he starts back up again with such a pace. he just cannot get enough; his groans and moans send vibrations that really put you right where you want to be, need to be, the edge. so you beg for him to let you cum, “please, please, please ah!— ani, anakin! im gonna cum, can I? please can I?” as much as he’d love to keep going to keep you dangling at the edge he lets you because he knows you’ve been so good for him. he doesn’t want his mouth off so in muffles as he’s smears his mouth and his tongue dances right on that spot that makes you go way past that horrific edge he tells you “Go on, c’mon cum for me, you can do it” and you do. you whisper lines of curses, thank you’s and anakin’s as you finally get to let go of the tight feeling that was building up for so long. anakin can taste the juices that spill out of you and he takes and tastes all of it, he gets into a state of high knowing he was the one who made you feel so good.

“Oh my love, mmm you taste so good” he’s hovering right above your face and his lips are on yours before you got the chance to breathe, and you can taste yourself on him. your juices and his saliva is a mix that just works. he pulls away and he whispers sweet nothings as he kisses your ears and collarbones and begins going lower, you can hardly hear his praises but they’re being taken straight to your heart either way. you feel anakin’s hot breath on the insides of your thighs once again and your hands shoot straight for his face “wait wait no, it’s— it’s too sensitive” of course knowing anakin, you use all the strength you can muster at the moment and pull him up to your chest, and adjust him right to your perked up nipples are, to at least give him something to put his reddened lips around. once it’s your turn and you’ve managed to gain feeling in your legs again you have to make him feel as good as he made you feel, he deserves it after all.

hope this was good! it definitely was fun to write! sorry if there are any mistakes I’m like half asleep.

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nwndrlndn · 9 months

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Sub!cry baby!Anakin is so underrated in my opinion

yes i agree !! send me more anakin requests please <3

this post is 18+, minors dni.

Anakin's skin is flushed where you're caressing his cheeks, his long lashes fluttering as he blinks a sheen of wetness away from his eyes.

He holds your gaze, desperate to make eye contact with you. He's always doing that, staring into your eyes, and tonight is no different.

After stressful days of training, of practice, of battle, Anakin loves coming back to you and letting you take the reins. He spends his energy bettering himself on the battlefield, and is more than happy to slump against the headboard of the bed so that you can straddle his waist.

It's what you're doing now, and you've used the soft, fluffy fastener to your robe to tie his hands to the headboard. It saves him the stress of worrying about where to put them, and he can relax all of his muscles while you grind over his bulge.

This time though, something's different. You're rolling your hips over his lap, his erection long-since sunken into your wet cunt. You're riding him at a steady pace, cradling his face in your hands as you lean down to kiss him. He's desperate for you, face craned to the sky to meet your lips before you've even parted them. He laps at your bottom one, begging for entry, and when he's granted it, he licks over your tongue sweetly.

Once you're engaged in a kiss with Anakin, it's practically impossible to separate yourself from him. He's an avid kisser, content to lounge around and lock lips until you can't feel them anymore. But something makes him break away, and you're dazed as you stare down curiously at him.

"Untie me," He begs, the words a whimper in his throat that pair with the crystalline tears gathered at his waterline. You pause at the unusual request, but he speaks again, pink lips parted to plead, "I want to touch you. Please, un-untie me."

You're careful to untie him gently, delicate with his wrists. You know he could have undone the tie himself, manipulated the fabric until it slid out of its simple knot, but when you lean forwards to untie the restraint, it puts his face in your chest.

He groans as your breasts frame his face, hanging loose with no support. He nudges his nose against your ribcage, desperate to bury himself into your skin. He turns his face to the left and mouths languidly at the heated flesh of your breast, lips trailing spit in a path to your pebbled nipple.

"Ani," You breathe as he suckles your tit, lashes fluttering closed as his hands slide up your sides like he can't bear to lift them and put them where he wants them. He has to drag them over every inch of skin he can touch, and when they reach your tits he cups them gently. His thumbs press to your nipples and now that his mouth is free, it's back on your own. He sucks at your bottom lip just like he had your nipple and he licks desperately into your mouth when you let him in with a groan. You roll your hips over his and feel his dick twitch where he's buried in your cunt, and his lips part between yours to let out a moan of his own.

"Touch me," He begs, his voice thick with need, but he doesn't mean he wants your hands scratching at his back or tugging at his broad shoulders. You lick over his tongue as you reach up to cup his cheeks, putting every ounce of love you can muster into the touches as you grind over his lap.

Anakin is love-powered. Devotion like the kind he pledges so earnestly to you is what makes him cum; knowing that you're fully his, that you love him, that you want to stroke his cheeks and pet his hair makes him cling to your chest in desperation, fistfuls of your flesh squeezed in his hands to keep you as close as possible to him.

It's why, when you murmur into his mouth, the words spilling over his tongue, "I love you," he lets go.

Anakin's warm seed fills your tight cunt and you draw him in closer, pulling at his jaw and keeping your hands flush to his heated skin. He revels in your touch, hips bucking up relentlessly as he fucks his cum into your pussy. The increased pace and desperate whining from Anakin don't exactly turn you off, and you feel your own climax slowly rolling over you like a gentle wave.

It's a calm orgasm, but not a bad one. It's just not earth-shattering, it doesn't cut out your vision or bruise your cervix. It flows through you like warmth and light, pleasure tingling at your fingertips as you keep them pressed to Anakin's skin. You kiss him sloppy through your orgasms, his stuttering to a stop while yours begins. When you're both run through and panting, sweaty at the hairlines and tired from your efforts, you flutter your eyes open, seeing his own deep, soulful brown ones staring at you already, still glossy with unshed tears.

"I love you, too." He hums, his voice firm like it's an assertion. Like you can't feel it in the way that he drags his hands down your stomach, resting them loosely on the skin there. Like he's not trying to feel you up, he's not going to grope you, he just wants skin-on-skin.

"I love you," You can't help but breathe, despite knowing you're repeating yourself. You press a kiss to his lips that he leans into immediately, soft and sweet and gentle.

"I know." He promises, wrapping his arms around your waist to hold you close, his cock still buried inside of you snugly, "I know, angel, I can feel it. I love you, too."

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nwndrlndn · 9 months

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thanks hannah :)

last song: jesus christ by brand new

last movie: i rewatched vanishing on 7th street last week

currently watching: jersey shore. im a big jwoww girl

currently reading: star wars psychology: dark side of the mind

last thing I googled: 'tous les garçons et les filles' its a french song i loveeeee

tagging: @anakinstunic , @coruscannot

Thanks for the tag @accidental-spice!

Last song: I'm Just Ken from the Barbie soundtrack.

Last movie: Barbie!! I just came out of the cinema and I loved it so much!

Currently watching: nothing at the moment, but I plan on making my way through the Mission Impossible movies.

Currently reading: The Ballad of Songbirds and Snakes by Suzanne Collins.

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nwndrlndn · 9 months

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drifting slowly

anakin skywalker x f!reader

rating: M or E (18+ only)

warnings: sleepy love making, modern au, weekend nights spent with anakin, secretly falling in love, soft smut 🌙

a/n - having a lot of fun writing these short fics ! unedited free writing. enjoy 💌 ! xo

It's getting late where you both are, legs crossed with tired eyes - falling asleep there on the couch. Your next move being the laziest walk a few steps over to the bed, his hand in yours all the while as he crosses your path. Staying close behind where in tandem you now go.

He isn't very far from you when he only pulls away just for a second. To turn off the TV, then the lights that softly have been illuminating all the room. Setting the ceiling fan to the calmest speed that you both like. The windows left open and forgotten now, because the curtains have been covering them and anakin doesn't seem to have a care in the world at all...

Because the only thing on his mind right now is you, and all the ways you've snuggled up happily inside his covers. The ones you fixed for him when you first got to his apartment in the later parts of the afternoon. Folding things he's left in piles on the floor and keeping yourself busy earlier as the sun eventually went down. The look on his face, both proud and embarrassed that he's left a little bit of a mess for you to clean up...

A different kind that involves misplaced keys and wayward pillows. The same ones you now find comfort in resting your gentle head upon.

In the dark now, he saunters over to his corner of the bed, lifting his shirt up and over on purpose for you to see him do so, before taking the rest of his clothes off.

He knows you're watching him from the kindness of shadows, eyes considering all of you within a glow of something tender, that remains to be cast out.

And then you smile, eyes drifting to a close. Enjoying the span of his chest and how it feels beneath the stagger of your breath when he crawls into bed beside you. The way he moves closer as a heavy, strengthened arm finds its way around your form. Finding your way further into him as your loving response.

Come here. He says, wanting you.

A hum escaping softly from your lips when your body turns telling him, I want to face you.

So you kiss and kiss, with palms brought up smoothly against the others' cheek. Legs slotting in your closing space between. The blankets on top of yourselves, slipping once or twice before eventually he's kicked them all off.

He undresses you piece by piece, his touch, pebbling you everywhere. Chests in heat pressing themselves against each other. Your hand, sliding over where he's gone hard now...

A stray whisper telling you then simply that he'll be back - because he needs to get something to make you both safe from his dresser drawer.

Is this OK?

Yes. Yes please.

You take over for a second then, rolling your hips out from your shorts before tossing them to the floor. Grabbing hold of him when he returns more prepared. Your hips joining in tandem as if you've been waiting for this for far too long.

Leaning down and kissing you languidly, the drag is just perfect enough to draw your back into the slightest arch. Meeting him each time with a strained and pleasurable moan at every second your entwined figures have come together. Stares, momentarily wound shut.

He reaches for your hip, then your mouth, parting your lips open by the very grace of his thumb. Wanting you to give him just a little suck. Your hollowed out cheeks there, making him sigh beautifully with a groan.

It almost seems too much for you to take, the capable movement of his hips at every beat into yours, the tip of his nose felt across the juncture of your shoulder in a stray sort of brush.

The angle bends, but still finds a way to make the utmost of sense, because he wants to be there. He'll make it so. Kissing your neck in loving patterns where you hold on tightly to the back of his. Your eyes meeting again before they become tired once more.

A breathless exhale leaving you both.

The closeness of wordless looks and touch, setting him off.

And the feeling lifts you higher, coming down from oblivion when this affectionate happening comes to a nightly close.

His place beside you changing as you both unravel, coming further undone...

You hate me, don't you? He whispers into your skin, your flesh now being the place where his head calls home.

I opposite of hate you.

You say, brushing your fingertips through his too long hair. But you enjoy it anyway - the waves and tiny curls above his ears. The funny sparks of gray now that he doesn't seem so proud of.

If only he understood that by now you've accepted all of his flaws. The good that comes with the bad. Finding little to no fault in any number of them at all.

Okay.

Mhmm. Very much so.

Sighing now in relief, he seems just as satisfied - as if to say, that's enough for now. Falling asleep against you faster than intended. Your own heartbeat soon to slow itself down...

Your soul and mind, sensing themselves afraid to ever say that single word called love.

To think, what would be so bad if that ever were to happen? Would he try to run?

Do you both have the courage to find out?

... ❤️

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